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softyoongiionly · 4 years ago

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Bunny Do

You and your husband live in a cottage together in the forest.

Welcome to a day in your life.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, slice of life au, domestic au, DO I EVER WRITE ANY OTHER KIND OF JUNGKOOK? No. I have a problem

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Well hey there. Look it’s Aqua, back with ANOTHER Jungkook domestic au. Seriously someone needs to stop me. This is just excessive at this point. Anyways, I freaking love you. Yes you. Hi, I love YOU. Ok bye.

this fic is dedicated to @bulletproofbirdy whom I love with my whole entire heart. The war has begun.

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Warnings: swearing, Jungkook abs, smut (18+ only plz)

Chaos is not something you’ve been apart of for quite some time.

You traded in your busy life of hustling and turned away the bustling city you were born in to retreat into what could only be described as paradise.

Sure, the bugs can be a bit overwhelming and mating season amongst your animal neighbors doesn’t provide the most serene of soundtracks but, it was home.

Home is now a small cottage nestled into the forest at the base of Mount Iridescence.

The exterior is made of smooth grey stone and the roof, which your husband laid by hand, is made from the finest oak the two of you could find.

Of course, the exterior is covered in greenery, it wouldn’t be a cottage paradise if it weren’t.

The front of the cottage is adorned with a massive flower garden full of white daisies, pink roses, yellow tulips and tons of baby’s breath.

Your porch served multiple purposes; housing the ridiculous amount of plants you’ve nursed, providing shelter to the occasional racoon or squirrel and, allowing you and your husband to watch the sun kiss the crest of the mountains every evening.

The interior of your cottage was intentionally simple. Other than your husband’s many homemade ceramic pieces, the main source of décor was of course, more greenery. White linen, chocolate colored clay and, delicate lace also accented the inside of your home.

Behind the cottage was essentially a small zoo, complete with a dozen chickens, a handful of geese, a cow named Jezabel, a llama named Su and, two baby bunnies named Floof and Tokki.

Beside the animals was a garden that provided many of the ingredients you use in your kitchen every day; broccoli, cauliflower, pumpkin, green peppers, jalapeños, garlic, thyme, parsley, tomatoes, strawberries, grapes and carrots. There was a lemon tree or two as well but, the garden was consistently expanded as you and your husband learned new ways to be better plant parents.

The point is, you had made yourself a nice little life in the forest.

An odd trip into town occurred every week or so as well as visits to friends and family but overall, life had resigned to the small nook in the forest.

You had never felt more at peace...

“JAGI,TOKKI IS MISSING!!!”

Your husband’s urgent call rips you out of your gratitude as you begin frantically looking towards the direction of his voice.

“What??? Are you sure?! We locked their little home last night didn’t we?”

You’re now questioning every life decision you’ve ever made and whilst you’d like to be absolutely certain you’d never do anything to endanger the lives of your two tiny fluffy children, the fear in your husbands voice is unsettling.

Finally he whips around the corner, his black hair flopping about as he does, eyes wide with panic.

“I can’t find him anywhere- I went to feed them and I can only see Floof!”

“You checked under the patch of bedding in the left corner? He’s always hiding under there...” You insure, your breathing slightly increasing.

He seems to deflate beneath your question and, suddenly a rush of pink comes across his cheeks, “I- well...ok I may have forgot to check underneath the bedding...”

He rushes out the last bit of his words before hastily running to the backyard. Despite your inability to keep up with your freakishly athletic husband, your anxiety is fueling your movements to the point that you aren’t far behind him.

“Excuse me Su, Jezebel! Ge-Get out of my way please!”

You hear him try and reason with the ladies currently blocking his path as he nearly trips over some stray chicken wire.

“Slow down!” You call after him, slightly out of breath as you see Jungkook halt abruptly in front of the baby blue hutch housing the bunnies.

“Hi Floof, sorry to bother you again I’m just gonna-” Jungkook murmurs into the hutch as you finally catch up to him.

Eagerly, you peak over his shoulder, heart wildly thrashing in your chest as you see him lift up the fluffy padding on the bottom of their home.

Sure enough, Tokki is sleeping soundly beneath the padding, his small caramel colored body curled into a little ball, completely unaware of the panic over his disappearance.

“Oh god...babe I’m so sorry, I just freaked out I thought- I thought I let him out because, I was the last one out here last night.”

You can hear the tightening in his voice and it sends a thousands pangs of sadness into your heart.

Kissing your teeth, you pull him into your chest, laughing gently as you pat his back.

“Hey, hey it’s ok sweetheart. He’s right here yeah? You’d never forget to lock them up.”

His hands quickly find the back of your cotton dress, clinging to you tigher than you’d expect before tucking his face into your neck.

With a kiss he mumbles, “ ‘m sorry I scared you, I was trying to finish all the chores since you worked so hard on the garden yesterday.”

“You’re so sweet.” You peck at his cheek, “And wonderful.” Another peck, “And amazing.” Peck. “And cute.” Your kisses move lower so they are focused on his neck, “And I love you.”

With the onslaught of kissing, Jungkook snickers and playfully wiggles away from you as the sensations overwhelm his sensitive skin.

Despite the bit of tears that stain his cheeks, his brilliant smile is out to play as his hands find your waist to pull you against him.

“Soft.” He teases, sniffling slightly but the love in his eyes is unavoidable, “I love you too...”

“You really want to talk about who is soft right now?” You quirk an eyebrow, “You’re still crying...”

At this he laughs, his body shaking as he pulls you in closer to him, the scent of his eucalyptus body wash enticing your senses.

“Shhhh...” He giggles, pecking the shell of your ear playfully, “Our children are safe, let’s just pretend this never happened.”

You giggle and shrink away from his kiss before your body seems to snap back like an elastic band, your arms wrapping around his waist.

“Fair enough. As long as you promise to check the ENTIRE hutch next time.”

He nods, smirking against the side of your head, “Deal.”

As you pull away from him, you feel a pang of regret, wishing desperately that you were able to stay near him for the entire morning.

Or the entire day...

Or the entire year...

But who’s counting?

However, cottages do not tend themselves and while you have the strongest urge to pull your husband into your bedroom, you know that there are chores to finish.

Jungkook’s eyes are on you, like he’s reading the script inside your head and as much as you’d like to convince him (and yourself) that everything in there is PG, you both know it’s not.

Newlyweds are like that right?

All passion, no pause.

Sex, love, touching, laughing, getting drunk off of one another...

It’s a daily occurrence.

The honeymoon phase isn’t supposed to last forever but, you’ve been back from your honeymoon for 4 years now and you swear you want him more than you did when you first met him.

He giggles then, like a school-boy, his eyes alight with mischief.

“Stop staring at me...” He tucks a finger underneath your chin, “Weirdo...”

His soft cherry lips tuck into yours then, slowly unwinding you with his kiss as his fingers delicately cup your face.

Of course you reciprocate, drinking up every bit of his affection that you can, your hands sliding beneath the white t-shirt that hangs loosely off of his body.

Jungkook shudders as he feels your fingers brush over his lower stomach, arousal beginning to bubble up in his gut.

However, you aren’t going to let his snarky comment go unpunished so as you peek an eye open you say, “The hutch is still open...”

With a pop, he pulls away from your kiss with wide eyes to check on the bunnies. Once he’s satisfied with their well-being, he gently shuts the hutch and turns back to you.

“Rude.” He remarks, trying to appear unamused, “I was literally trying to make out with you.”

A laugh leaves your lips, “You can make out with me later...” You lean in to peck the mole beneath his lip, “We have chores to finish.”

“wE hAvE cHorES to FInisH...” He mocks you playfully and snickers as he narrowly avoids your hand as you swat at him, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding you’re right...just c’mere one last time...”

Your eyes narrow in suspicion but because you are completely weak for him, you allow him to tug you against his chest once more.

“I love you Mrs. Jeon...” He vows but this time, you can practically taste the sincerity in his tone as he kisses the side of your head, then your cheek, then your lips, “I’ll see you in a bit ok?”

With nothing but warmth in your chest, you offer him a cheesy smile and give him a proper hug.

“I love you too Mr. Jeon...”

As the two of you part ways he turns around to continue his tasks revealing to you the sculpt of his ass within his black jeans.

And of course, you smack it.

Because, who the hell wouldn’t?

“Don’t forget the chicken coop!”

You yell as he jumps a mile high.

“YAH!” He calls after you, chuckling to himself, his cheeks reddening involuntarily.

The rest of the morning passes easily.

You harvest the various herbs and produce from your garden, clean the bathroom, organize the refrigerator after your grocery delivery and catch up on some of your reading before deciding to make some lunch.

Jungkook had been out all morning as well: tending to the animals, fixing some of the fencing, weeding, repotting some flowers and, mowing the front lawn.

He’s probably feeling the same level of hunger that you are so, you head out to the backyard to ask him what he’s in the mood for.

It takes a minute for you to find him but, when you do...you really regret that you did.

His white t-shirt has been discarded over the fence; the only left adorning his body are the dark wash denim jeans, his black work boots and, sweat.

Before he even notices your presence, he pushes his sweaty mop of hair away from his face, squinting at the ray of sunshine currently in his eyes.

He truly has no idea how attractive he is.

But you certainly do.

And you feel like you’re going to faint.

His wedding band catches the sunlight and it reminds you, once again, that this man is your husband.

Which is a fairytale within itself.

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, wincing slightly before his hand slides down to rub over his stomach (abs), signifying in his own way that he’s hungry.

Which causes you to remember why you came to find him in the first place.

“H-hey babe!’” You call gently, your voice wavering.

Eyes widening a bit, he hones in on the sound of your voice, his face lighting up as he sees you.

“Yah! There she is! Are you all done?”

You smile, adjusting your clothes and wishing that your knees were kissing the soft grass of the garden.

Nodding, you step a little closer to him, trying to avoid full-on eye contact, “Yeah, I just finished up, do you want something to eat? I was gonna make lunch...”

“That depends...” He maneuvers his head to try and catch your attention, his body bending slightly in the process, “Are you on the menu?”

He has the audacity to throw a smirk and an over the top wink your way before immediately cackling as you roll your eyes.

“Shut up...” You shake your head, trying desperately to fight the urge to smile at him but when his face lights up with laughter, you have no other choice.

“Are you????” He insists loudly as he turns to sling his shirt over his shoulder, “I’m starving.”

The way he says the last part of his sentence is less funny as there is clearly some humor disappearing from his tone but, his charming smirk remains on his lips.

As he strolls over to you and, you almost have half a mind to retreat back into the house because, your ability to keep from ogling at him is slowly fading.

“I was going to make something with the broccoli I harvested this morning...” You insist, playfully turning away from him when he tries to lean down and kiss you.

"Kiss meee...” He pleads, pouting his pretty lips, the sweat still very present on his figure, “I’ve been working really hard.”

The way he whines at you is actually kind of hot and, coupled with his slick backed hair and his shirtless torso, it’s getting hard to bring yourself to remember why you originally came looking for your husband.

You oblige, kissing the salt from his lips, indulging in the musky scent emanating from his body.

Jungkook doesn’t like to be dirty but ever since moving to the cottage, he’s fallen in love with working outside and doesn’t focus so heavily on being spotless.

“I came out here to ask you what you wanted to eat and, now you’re flustering me in the middle of our garden all over again.” You accuse, smiling against his lips, “You need to eat something, I didn’t see you take any fruit this morning.”

He rests his forearms atop your shoulders, grinning shamelessly, “If you weren’t so adamant on feeding me, I could be doing more than just flustering you.”

Jungkook really is an anomaly.

Hours earlier, he was crying into your neck over possibly letting out the bunnies and, now he’s using his charm and good looks to reduce you to a pile of lust.

Unfair.

“Did you not get enough last night? I’m pretty sure we were at it til after 1...”

Jungkook raises a brow, his grin never fading, “Did you? You’re the one pressing your thighs together right now.”

“No, I’m not.” You lie but, to be fair, you didn’t even notice you were doing it until he pointed it out.

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m just standing here.”

“Babe, we’ve been together for how long now? I know when you’re in the mood. I don’t know why you can never admit it.”

Because you’re stubborn.

You take one of his hands, leaving one of his forearms over your shoulder as you press a chaste kiss to his knuckles, “I don’t know why you think I’m in a mood. I’m simply asking you what you want for lunch and, its quickly turning into an interrogation.”

It’s impossible to hide the smile on your lips because, he’s completely right.

You are in a mood.

You've been in a mood for hours now.

Jungkook smiles softly, unconvinced, his thumb coming up to brush over your bottom lip, “Ok. Whatever you say. I need to shower really quick; do you need help with lunch?”

Are you disappointed that he didn’t keep at it? Yes.

Are you now left flustered and horny without a solution? Yes.

Do you still get a sense of satisfaction that your husband still tries to pursue even after so many years together? Also yes.

“Nope. I’m good. It should be ready in a half hour or so...” You lean up to press a kiss against his cheek, “Love you.”

A half smile comes over his mouth then, his eyes watching your lips, “Love you too.”

It’s later.

You and Jungkook are sitting on your sofa, nestled under a blanket, eating homemade ice cream sundaes. The fire is crackling beneath the mounted television that is set to one of your favorite films whilst the world slowly goes to sleep outside your windows.

Life is sweet.

Literally.

“Yours looks so pretty jagi, how did you get the whipped cream to do that?”

Jungkook’s lips are pouted, his head tilting to get a better look at the perfect swirl of whipped cream atop your chocolate ice cream.

“I just swirled the can around in a circle.” You giggle, tucking your spoon into the fudgy scoop of ice cream in your bowl.

Jungkook is not satisfied with that answer at all and he looks sadly at the haphazard lines of whipped cream on his ice cream.

“Mine’s ugly...” His pout deepens, pushing his spoon around his bowl.

He’s freshly showered, his hair fluffy and damp, his skin moisturized and smelling like mint and sandalwood and now he’s pouting???

This man does not let you breath.

“It’s not ugly! It’s abstract.” You assure him, kissing the pout off his lips.

He doesn’t move even as you kiss him, his eyes eagerly looking towards the kitchen, “I wanna try again...”

The laugh that leaves your lips is unavoidable as you follow his gaze to the kitchen, “You want to try to top your sundae again?”

He deadpans, “Absolutely. I need to get this right. It doesn’t look like a sundae.”

“You’re just going to eat it babe, it’s fine. We can practice whipped cream swirls tomorrow.”

You’re still laughing a little bit and he’s chuckling too but the determination never leaves his eyes.

“No, nowwww.” He whines before pushing his bowl onto the coffee table and bounding over to the kitchen.

He plops back onto the couch, slightly out of breath with the can of whipped cream in his hands.

“Ok-” He grabs his bowl off the table and hands you the can, “Show me the motion again.”

You shake your head, smirking fondly at him whilst you set your bowl down where his was.

“Like this...”

You point the tip of the can downwards at his bowl and make a circular motion with your hand, glancing up towards him to insure he’s watching you.

“Ok- Ok I think I got it. Here...” He gestures to the can, uncapping it before meticulously following the motions you demonstrated, and just like everything else Jungkook does, it comes out perfectly, “Yahhhhh letsgetiittttttt!!!!”

This has you in a fit of a laughter, your chest filling with joy at the sound of his excitement.

Jungkook shoves his sundae into your view, “Don’t laugh! See? It’s so much better now.”

You wipe the tear that’s forming at the corner of your eye, shaking your head at him, once more, “Yes baby, it’s so much better.”

He starts laughing again too because your joy is infectious and he is weak for your smile.

“Thank you. Your expertise is appreciated.”

With that, he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side, placing a kiss on the top of your head, “You’re prettier than this sundae though don’t worry.”

You’re all too eager to cuddle in close with him, admiring the way he looks in his gray sweat suit and admiring the way he makes you feel even more.

“I’m glad you find me more attractive than the sundae Jungkook.”

He just smirks, getting to work on his ice cream and as he pulls the spoon out of his mouth, he shrugs, “I find you more edible too but, you aren’t ready for that conversation.”

Although you know there is an err of immaturity to his jokes, they still affect you.

They make you feel like a giddy teenager, sick from the pure lust and attraction you feel for your crush.

The comment also sends a rush of heat to your cheeks but, you don’t say anything, you merely kiss his chest and cuddle closer to him.

He is satisfied regardless as he enjoys the fact that he can still make you blush, even if its with cheesy jokes.

The rest of dessert passes in comfortable silence.

Jungkook finishes before you and, offers to take the dishes to the sink whilst you straighten up the living room before bed.

As you’re folding the cream throw blanket that rests over the arm of your sofa, you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist.

He wastes no time by slowly placing kisses down the side of your neck, his hands slowly up towards your breasts but stopping just beneath the swell of them.

“Is it that time jagiya? Can I make you feel good now?”

His request is nearing a whisper, his lips brushing up towards your ear.

You lean back, resting your head on his shoulder whilst your hands settle over the tops of his.

After resisting him for the past 10 hours, you’ve grown tired of waiting.

“Yeah- it’s that time.” You whisper assuredly and at that, he spins you around, pressing his lips eagerly against yours.

His breath stalls a bit as your hands find his hips, squeezing gently whilst the two of you settle into the kiss.

It’s getting too frantic for Jungkook’s liking as he has specific plans for you but, the way you’re kissing him and touching on him is getting to his headspace and he knows he has to stop you before you start kissing his neck.

Because after that, he’s a goner.

“Come here...come sit on the couch for me.” He whispers into your mouth.

Jungkook has you on the couch seconds later, ridding you of your sleep shirt, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

Instinctually, your arms come around your stomach.

You’re not exactly insecure around your husband but, old habits die hard you know?

Jungkook immediately kisses his teeth, bumping your arms with his hand, “Ah ah...don’t hide from me please, I want to see all of you...” He assures you, as he has a million times but it never gets tiring.

To solidify his sentiment, he spreads your thighs gently and leans over and kisses all along your lower stomach, focusing on the areas he knows you don’t like.

He drags his nose across the band of your panties, looking up at you through his hair, “Did I ever tell you how beautiful I think you are?”

You giggle, brushing a hand through his hair to reveal more of his face to you, “I think you have yeah, once or twice...”

He raises an eyebrow, smirking at the sound of your giggle, “Once or twice? Aish that’s certainly not enough...”

“Maybe more than that...” You mumble, a shivering as he runs his nose along your panties again, one of his hands travelling up towards your breast, “All the time.”

He chuckles lowly, “That’s more like it.” He hums, pressing a kiss above your belly button as his fingers brush over your aching nipple, “It’s still not enough though...that’s why I married you. So I’d be able to tell you every single day.”

Your back arches against his hand whilst he slowly rubs over the sensitive skin, bringing it to a frigid peak.

“I love you.”

It’s all you’re able to whisper at the moment because your arousal is starting to invade your ability to form sentences and he clearly has a plan to continue fucking with that.

“I love you jagiya...” Jungkook smirks, kissing over your stomach again before sinking onto his knees, “Can I tease you for a little bit? I wanna make sure your nice and ready for my tongue. That sundae didn’t fill me up enough...”

With a shaky breath you nod, parting your legs further but to be honest, you can’t imagine being anymore ready than you are right now.

“Close your eyes for me.”

You’re engulfed in darkness then, surrendering yourself to whatever he has planned for you.

“Thank you.” He kisses the top of your pussy, allowing his lips to linger there as he inhales, “Fuck- you smell really good. I know you’re probably ready now but, I really want to make you drip if I can.”

His comment causes you to inhale sharply, your nipples hardening almost uncomfortably as begins tickling his fingers up the length of your inner legs. His hands are so soft, so delicate as they touch you, stopping just outside the seam of your panties before travelling back up to your knees. Over and over again, he tickles your skin and eventually he starts tracing the edges of your panties with his fingers.

“Touch your nipples for me. We’re almost there baby, just a little longer.”

He isn’t controlling you.

He isn’t in charge.

He just knows your body so well.

He knows how to make you feel good.

And fuck, if he doesn’t want to make you feel so so good.

You follow his instructions, bringing your fingers to your nipples and rubbing back and forth over the tops of them, the sensations going straight between your legs as your husband continues his teasing.

He slides his index fingers beneath your panties now, allowing the backs of them to brush against the lips of your pussy ever so gently, ignoring the throbbing knot of nerves that needs it the most.

When he’s done there, he focuses the tickling motion just on the outside of your panties, tickling his fingers up and down.

Over and over and over and over...

It’s getting a little overwhelming and, just when you’re about to say something he gasps in admiration.

“Oh look at that jagiya- you did it. You dripped all over your panties for me...”

He sounds genuinely proud of you and, you react to his praise instantly, your eyes opening to catch the smile on his lips.

The darkness in his eyes is obvious but there is mixture of adoration and deviance in there too.

He’s going to destroy you.

“Good girl...” He tickles his fingers over your panties once more before kissing the top of your kneecap, “Are you ready to get your pussy eaten now?”

Your fingers are still lingering on your nipples, your legs twitching at his touch.

You're completely enamored with him.

His praise is addicting and you never want it to end.

“Please.” You clear your throat, brushing a hand through his hair, “Yes please.”

He smirks, almost darkly as he kisses the side of your wrist, “My sweet girl...”

It’s the last thing he says before he’s slipping off your panties and getting to work.

He starts by kissing down the length of your lips a few times but, he knows that the time for teasing his over.

You feel his tongue between your lips then, searching for your swollen clit before getting to work on it.

As he licks you towards bliss, his hands are wandering all over you, squeezing at your hips, brushing over your breasts, rubbing at your stomach.

He wants you to know how much he loves pleasing you.

He groans at the taste of you, his dick hardening almost painfully, precum staining the seam of his sweat pants.

“I- Jungkook I’m gonna cum.” You whisper, hands tangling in his hair as he focuses all of his attention on your clit, licking at it faster and faster.

“Mhm- I know, you’re twitching all over the place for me. Let me taste it beautiful...”

The pleasure launches itself into your senses then, taking up every square inch inside of your body.

You feel your toes curling against the carpet, the back of the couch damp with your own seat as you press your hips towards Jungkook’s mouth.

When it’s over, he’s kissing you and his eagerness accidentally causes him to bite your lip harder than he intends to.

“Shit sorry- I'm so worked up right now. Eating you out makes me crazy...” He whispers shakily and you actually feel for him.

His erection looks painful beneath the confines of his sweat pants and, you want nothing more than to suck the discomfort away.

“Me too- it's ok.” You assure him, brushing his hair away from his face, “Switch me. It’s your turn.”

You don’t have to tell him twice.

He’s on the couch, tugging off his sweatshirt, which was sticking to his skin, his hair a mess as he leans back against the couch.

His body is beautiful; tan, toned and covered in little marks that are specific to Jungkook:

Little moles, various old scars and tan lines from working in the sun so much.

He is beautiful, it’s painful.

Chest heaving with excitement, he ushers your mouth to his “Please ride it, I wanna hold you.”

Who are you to refuse him when he asks so politely?

After yanking his sweats off, you’re sitting aside him seconds later, kissing his mouth like your life depended on it.

“Wasn’t our sex life supposed to go stale at this point? What are we doing right?” He jokes, his hands roaming over your back whilst you line him up with your entrance.

“There’s something in the water up here I think.” You giggle and he follows suit, nudging your nose as he tugs you closer to him.

“Oooh good theory.” He smirks and as you sink down on him, he locks eyes with you, allowing you to see his most vulnerable self.

In the midst of pure bliss...

His eyes widen as you engulf him, mouth opening at the sensation before his forehead falls against yours.

“Fuck.”

Bracing your hands behind his head, you start a pace you know will lull him into bliss, all while keeping your eyes on him.

The gaze is so intense between the two of you but with the only sound being labored breathing and your skin slapping together, Jungkook snickers.

“Why does it have to sound like that?” He whispers, burying his face into your neck when you laugh.

“It’s not a cute sound.” You agree, giggling despite sinking feeling in your stomach.

Jungkook’s dick is a work of art and it’s more fulfilling than anything you’ve ever experienced.

It’s going to make you cum again regardless of the unsavory noises filling the living room.

Speaking of cumming, Jungkook seems to be getting further away from humor as you start to bounce faster on him.

“O-oh shit. Okay- fuck keep going jagi. Please keep going- like that...” He moans now, which is something he only reserves to inform you that he’s really close, “Shit. It feels so good.”

To solidify his fate, you usher his face out of your neck to lock eyes with him again.

“Yeah? I want you to feel good. Are you gonna cum inside for me?”

“Yeah...” He nearly chokes when you tighten around him, holding onto your hips for dear life.

“Let me feel it beautiful. Cum for me.”

Using his own words against him was a dirty move but, Jungkook makes no complaints and follows your instruction.

His stomach caves in with the force of his breath as he spills himself inside of you, digging his nails into your hips as he does.

You’re not far behind and with a hand between your legs and your husband whispering encouraging words into your ear, you soon meet the same fate.

The two of you stay wrapped up in one another for quite some time before deciding to clean each other up.

Straightening up the living room was a fruitless endeavor as your clothes end up abandoned on the floor anyway.

You simply can’t be bothered as you usher a very naked, very happy Jungkook to your bedroom.

Beneath the cool cotton sheets, he pulls you against his chest, humming contently.

“I wish I could marry you again- that'd be pretty cool.”

In the darkness, you smile rubbing your face playfully against his skin.

“Mmm no. This time, I’m definitely marrying you.”

He scoffs, “Uh no. You married me last time. I wanna marry you this time.”

“Um? You literally proposed to me last time so no, you married me. This time I get to marry you.”

He snickers, “Oh so are you gonna propose to me this time?”

“Yeah- then I’m gonna marry the heck out of you.”

The lack of light prevents you from seeing how big his smile really is but, you do feel the kiss he places between your eyes, “Fine. I’ll allow it but, only because I love you.”

You unknowingly return his smile, hugging him tightly, “I love you too.”

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sw124 · 3 years ago

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MLC: Josie and Viper

[Symbiote Boyfriend]

She hadn’t moved all day, she barely ate anything all week, she didn’t speak to anyone for almost a month; her phone muted. She tossed and turned on her couch from time to time but mostly to keep a cramp in her leg at bay. The only time she moved from the couch was to use the restroom, if it wasn’t for Viper she probably would have trouble even moving a single finger.

“Babe, honey you need to eat.”

Josie tilted her head towards the voice, no one was in the room. Her stomach complied with the tone, it growled like a ticked off bear. With a heavy sigh she walked into the kitchen, she went to the fridge and pulled out a gallon of milk. From her back a large ocean-black tendril extended and pulled out a box of cereal and a large bowl. Josie picked up two spoons and went back to the couch, once the cereal was made the tendril picked up the remote and turned on the TV; from her shoulder a larger mass formed a head and turned to her. Large milky eyes curved upwards before leaning and gently placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

“….Thanks sweetie…….sorry about all this-“ she was silenced with a smaller tendril touching her lips.

“Babe you got nothing to be sorry about, come on lets watch some dumbass commercials and classic cartoons. We’ll deal with what happened later…ok?”

Viper nearly melted seeing her smile, he could feel that little spark of joy in her…but then get smothered by guilt again…he had to help her but problem was how.

After the seventh spoonful of chocolate cereal came a rather interesting commercial. It was an ad for the Meta Clinic and…Monster/Human couples therapy? This made the couple pause, this was…well this was new! Sure there were dating sites, clubs, cafes and speed dating for people looking for monster boy/girlfriends but now offering couples therapy?

Viper wanted so badly to grab the phone and call for an appointment but…he didn’t wanna force Josie into something like that. He’d be doing more damage then good…he’d start by talking about it.

[Two weeks later]

“Viper and Josie?” The secretary called out. Josie looked up from her phone and stood up.

“Thats us…” Viper extended his head from her back giving a nod.

“Dr. Fortune will see you now, please head back down the hall to room 7 please.”

With a nervous smile she proceeded down the hall, Vipers head gently tucked beside her..whispering soothing nonsense. This was enough to at least quell the rising panic in her chest, finally they came to a door with the number 7 on it. With a hard gulp Josie pushed opened the door…

The room was massive! It almost looked like the lobby of a hotel, hell it even had a pool in the corner of the room and a tank! The room was painted in shades of two-toned moss, the air smelled of perpetual rainfall…and lemon. It was there but didn’t overpower…the temperature was perfect.

In the center of the room were two chairs, a large love-seat sofa and a dark grey armchair. Between them was a white round table with a pitcher of water and three glasses. In the grey armchair….was the doctor they came to see.

“Ah, you must be Josie and Viper. Please come in, have a seat.”

She hesitated but…Josie complied, the love-seat felt like if jelly and clouds got married and had a baby. It was so soft and cool to the touch, best part she didn’t sink it like some other chairs. Viper loved the feeling, hell he could just imagine cuddling up with his girl on this couch watching old sci-fi movies.

“Lets get started, first can you tell me how you met an how long have you two been together?”

Josie paused…then spoke. “Well…Viper an I met via collage..we had the same class, we got paired up and it sorta started from there. We’ve been together for about…two years now.”

“What kind of class were you in?”

“It was a philosophy class, I took it cause I was curious on what made philosophy so damn interesting.” Said Viper.

“I personally took it cause I’ve loved things that sorta question the norm of society. Our project was to listen to one of the stories of Plato, we got ‘The allegory of the cave’ and write our thoughts on the meaning and reasons behind it….those were some of the best nights I ever had.”

Josie never noticed the subtle blush on her cheeks, but that smile she had told the Doctor everything they needed to know, even Viper couldn’t hide his smile.

“You and Viper have a very close relationship I can tell…however the reason why you’re here is not really about the two of you. Its the people around you, mainly family.”

You could almost make out Josie’s heart in her throat, Viper; if he had one, would have been in his as well. Dr.Fortune took a sip of water and…with a sniper-gaze they fixed on Josies eyes.

“I’m going to take a guess, stop me at any time. The problem isn’t with either of you two but from Josie’s family.”

Josie began to chew on her thumbnail, Viper was quick to pull it away as the Doctor continued.

“Your parents I will take are very strict people, perhaps even falling in line with deep religious practices but yet despite saying their ‘devout’ they continue to say and do things that go against the basic principles of their religion. Growing up they saw you as either property or a tool to get what they wanted. If you ever raised your voice in defense of yourself…you were either met with Verbal or Physical violence…”

The Doctor paused, fat tears were cascading down Josie’s face. Her breathing was labor, almost choking on some of her deeper breaths. Viper already had his tendrils wrapping around her in a tight embrace, gently whispering into her ear.

[Klink!]

Josie jumped, looking down she found one of the glasses had been filled with water…with a lemon slice in it. She looked up at the Doctor who was pouring a glass for themself.

“Take a sip, it’ll help.”

She…did feel a little parched, Viper handed her the glass, she took a few small gulps. Blinking she looked into the glass…the water tasted sweet, with the lemon slice it almost had the taste of lemonade but without the sharp zing. She noted how the water almost was coating her throat, soothing the burn forming.

“Like it? Its something I made myself for my patients, I boil distilled water and honey together an let it sit overnight in the fridge then add lemon slices to it. The honey and lemon help soothe your throat while the cold water rehydrates you.”

“Its…really good.” Josie smiled taking another sip. “Everything you said…was right, even the religion part. My parents always treated me like I was some show pony at every gathering, they never listened to me an always thought my problems were just…not worth their time.” Josie rubbed a tear away.

Viper remained quiet but nodded when she was done speaking, Dr. Fortune turned to Viper then.

“An the first meeting with her parents they referred to you as a ‘parasite’ and even went so far as to disown Josie from her own family if she didn’t breakup with you.”

Vipers eyes went wide for a moment before slowly closing…his lips curling back, showing off his razor teeth.

He hissed. “Yes, the moment she finished telling them they started calling her all sorts of nasty things and…even went so far as to say they picked out a husband for her to marry. To be honest I actually knew the guy and he…he’s rich but also a huge dick, he was the biggest bully at my high-school back in the day. When Josie refused…they disowned her and kicked us out on the streets…this was around a month ago…”

Dr.Fortune set their glass down, leaned back in the gray chair with their elbows resting on the armrests…fingers pushed together in a pyramid fashion.

“An since then Josie has received texts and phone calls demanding she breakup with you and marry this ‘dick’ all for the sake of money. I’ve seen this before and its a classic case of narcissism but also a show of parental neglect and abuse.” Doctor Fortuned leaned forward, their gaze turning sharp.

“Josie….for starters you are not the problem, your parents are stuck in a mindset that is outdated and unacceptable. You are not to blame for their disappointment, no you never were. Your parents refused to change their ways and therefore are stuck in the past. However that doesn’t mean you have to, in order to help yourself you need to first cut ties with the ‘parasite’ that is your family. Go completely no contact with them, then once thats done I want you to focus on your relationship with Viper.”

Josie blinked, eyes widening. Cut ties with her family?! How could she do that, this was her family!

“Yes I’m aware your not keen on the idea but…let me ask you something. When has your family ever done anything for ‘you’ out of love an ask for nothing in return?” Josie opened her mouth but….nothing came out…she looked through all her memories…but couldn’t find anything.

“Now…I want you to think about what Viper has done for you, who do you think is more deserving of your time an energy? A family that wants you to marry a jerk for money or the symbiote who from the moment he met you has treated you like the human you are?”

Josie sniffled….they were right, ever since they met; Viper had shown her nothing but compassion, patients and love. Sometimes she felt so guilty about putting him through her crap but…he never complained about it. She rubbed her eyes again, it was time to stop waistline her hard earned time and effort on people who didn’t love her! It was time she spent her energy on Viper and school!

Doctor Fortune smiled, the match was struck and the fire was starting to burn. Now it was time to slowly stoke the coals and make sure they never went cold.

“Your right Doctor….I need to stop waiting my time with those people…I’m thankful they gave birth to me but thats no reason to hold it over my head. I’m…I’m done with them!” Josie slapped her knee, it…it felt really good to say that.

Viper could feel the adrenaline pumping in her, yes there it was, the spunky spitfire he fell for was back an with a vengeance!

“Thats good to hear, but thats just the first step in your road to recovery. I want you to take this a step at a time, in time you may learn to ‘forgive’ your family but don’t you ever, EVER forget what they’ve done to you. If you forget then your just gonna end up falling into their grasp again. On another note as a way to help you cope and give you a extra bit of therapy I suggest taking up a type of hobby. Hobbies can help you gain a sense of control over your life.”

The Doctor paused and looked down at their watch. “Oh, it seems we’re just about done with our session. If you’d like to set up another appointment please see the secretary up at the front desk, before you go is there anything you’d like to ask me?”

Viper looked at Josie, she looked right back at him before turning to the Doctor.

“What kind of hobby should I get?”

Doctor Fortune handed them a small brochure. “Try flipping through this and see if any catch your fancy, my suggestion is find a hobby you two can do together or by yourself; its really all up to you an there are no wrong choices.”

An with that…Josie and Viper left, scheduling another appointment two weeks in advance. As they walk outside Josie looked through the brochure, there were so many hobbies to choose from..

At least she and Viper can choose together.

[I plan to do more couples, I did a Symbiote/human couple to start cause everyone is familiar on what they look like thanks to Venom. I’ll be working on more monster like boyfriends in the future. I hope you like this, I’ll be doing more of this in the future including Yandere couples. This was inspired by @semisolidmind artwork, I also wanna thank @sarabat85 for helping me out as well. My next couple will hopefully be posted very soon and was put together by my closest and dearest friend @eomlotanis who has always helped me with story ideas and character development.]

#fanfic #monster boyfriend #monster

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fishmongeringstudies · 3 years ago

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forty two: 到你终于可以回家的时候

one: fifteen minutes after i left campus i got a text from a friend saying that the entire school had lost power which, added to the rain pounding on the windows of the airport with sun-battered fists, had the eerie effect of making my surroundings feel less like a dreary thursday evening and more like a page out of a badly-written YA novel. i was waiting for the baggage drop, whose twisting snake-line had moved exactly three inches in the last five minutes while a tv reporter roamed around in the background with a camera man at his heel, asking if anyone had had trouble finding parking space. i tried to make myself scarce. i also had a suitcase with a galaxy-themed lemon martini painted on one side. when he walked past me i walked faster. i shook my head no. no car. no memory of any moment before this one.

two: the flight to los angeles was full. my mother says americans are notorious for overbooking their domestic flights and offering cash incentives for people to reschedule, which seems like just the right amount of unhinged and fun for a country whose faith revolves around the idea that the individual is responsible for both everything and nothing at once. i had a window seat. the guy on my right coached this year's superbowl winners. the guy beside him was wearing bermudas with RUSSIA printed in a rugged scrawl and had his mask pulled down for the entire flight. fifteen minutes in, superbowl asked me for my number, but the text didn't go through. 'the guy to my right is so annoying!!! his breath smells awful and he's unmasked' the text he showed me on his phone while pretending to stretch and then fold his arms together read. 'yeah i noticed LOL i'm sorry. you're handling him great tho' i typed back. we didn't really speak after that. but he grew up in the area and said he might've been to my college once or twice before. he was going to la on vacation with his family. consider the distance between two places.

three: 'hi,' i said, approaching the check-in counter in tom bradley terminal at a run, sweaty, exhausted, and five seconds from completely losing my shit. 'i'm the person whose name was just called over the public announcement system'. 'oh my god,' said one of the staff. 'can i have your passport?' said another. the third tapped on their comms and said quietly: reopen the gate.

'so.' they handed me my boarding pass. 'which direction should i run in?'

comms man looked at me calmly. 'you are not going to run. you are going to walk, briskly, through TSA and then take a right.'

'thank you,' i said.

'you're going to make your flight,' he said.

'thank you,' i said again, and meant it more than i did before.

four: on the second flight home one of the flight attendants stopped in front of my row to ask me about the lump of fur in the seat beside me. 'i thought it was alive,' she said with a laugh. 'i was like, there's no way i've been on this plane for ten hours and missed a living thing.' she was pointing at my stuffed capybara. from tokyo disneysea. it must have been 2011 when i bought it. ten year capybara. ten year grief.

five: it was an empty flight again. of course it was. but still. it was empty.

six: when the airbus 350 touched down in singapore it was six a.m. but in my heart it was the first day of my life and time had just sprung into existence, wide-eyed and innocent as a baby. changi airport glittered outside in the damp singapore morning, all lights and clear glass and curiosity. it was the first thing i had ever fallen in love with and the first country i had ever known. when i was two years old and my parents came back for their annual trip to visit friends and family except different, except this time they were giving up on america and its silvery daydream and staying forever, i was carried through one of these boarding gates in a pastel blanket, covered in tears and snot and shit. i can't tell you what it felt like to be a person while growing up but i can tell you what it's like to finally become one. i can tell you about how distance doesn't make the heart grow fonder, it just wrings you out until you realize love is all you ever had in your waterlogged chest to begin with. distance prompts you to make gods out of the weird little things: the path to the mrt station, hdb condos slicing through the horizon with big soft hands, palm trees. it's about the space between two places. when you leave something behind, what can you do but leave a bridge of yearning in between? you want to come back to this one day, you swear you do. and for years and years no one believes you when you say 'i'll see what it's like over there, and then i'll turn around and leave' but five months after that first plane and that first foot on californian soil you get on two planes back to singapore through the twisting winding night and when the guy at immigration smiles at you with his eyes on saturday morning and says 'welcome home', you begin to cry.

07.01.21

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writer-and-artist27 · 4 years ago

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Chaldean Master Vy (Character Profile)

Roughly inspired by @panyum’s enthusiasm for my most recent artwork, it’s about time I divulge more on the Mastersona/main protagonist of Passing Days, Vy. Here we go.

Name: Vy

Age: 17-18 (beginning of Part 1), 19-20 (by Lostbelt 3)

Gender: Cis-female

Orientation: Asexual/Demisexual (questioning) and Demiromantic

Closest Servants: Mash Kyrielight (Level 80), Arturia Pendragon (Level 100), Achilles (Level 100), Marie Antoinette (Level 80), Robin Hood (Level 100), Archer EMIYA (Level 80), Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (Lancer - Level 70), Medea (Level 70), Chevalier D’eon (Level 80), Sieg (Level 80), Chiron (Level 80), Scathach-Skadi (Level 90), Sitonai (Level 90), Ereshkigal (Level 90), Ruler Martha (Level 80), Katsushika Hokusai (Level 90).

Notable Facts:

In another place, Vy would have lost her life in a car crash and reincarnated into another world as a civilian pianist, but in FGO’s timeline, she was scouted by Chaldea before she could start her second quarter in college. Chaldea had noticed her family lineage having some kind of Mystic aspects through a blood test she had taken for a yearly checkup before donating blood to a local blood drive. It resulted in them reaching out to her for an “extracurricular volunteer opportunity” that no college student could refuse. Vy would accept, albeit with her parents encouraging her, not realizing it would later lead her to becoming the main Chaldean Master in the Grand Order.

Vy went into Chaldea thinking she’d be a medical assistant from her resume stating her interest in science and medicine, only to find herself drafted into the Rayshift training that the FGO protagonist went through in canon as a result of her impressive stamina (thanks to biking miles around their home in America with her parents when growing up), tiring herself from all the shifting to the point of nearly dozing off in one of Chaldea’s hallways if not for Mash.

The “Mystic” part of Vy’s blood that drew Chaldea’s attention was something Vy’s parents nor grandparents were actually aware of, no thanks to how all grew up in poverty in Vietnam before coming to America and later, Japan, but it is actually from one of Vy’s ancestors coming in contact with a mage from the Mage’s Association. No one really knows what exactly happened between said ancestor and that mage, but it seems to explain Vy’s uncanny luck in getting some of the bigger names in the Throne of Heroes before confronting Goetia, including Arjuna, Minamoto no Raikou, and Achilles by the dawn of Camelot. Her luck has definitely made the Crypters scratch their heads, since Vy had used a nearly Fully Ascended Scathach-Skadi to take down Kadoc before having reached Scandinavia.

Vy adores Mash a lot, both from how earnest Mash is and her eagerness to learn about everything of the outside world past Chaldea’s blizzards. Dr. Roman at one point commented that they looked like sisters, just once, and Vy latched onto Mash as a surrogate little sister since, being conscientious of Mash’s health whenever they Rayshift together.

Since Vy’s family took her on a lot of cross-country road trips when growing up, including visiting national parks such as Yosemite and Zion to hike and sight-see, one of Vy’s goals when going into the Grand Order is making sure Mash gets to experience all nature has to offer one day like she did, wanting to introduce her to her parents when the fighting is all over. She has jokingly asked Dr. Roman and Da Vinci for adoption papers for her parents to sign for Mash.

When starting in Singularity F, Vy was initially scared of paving the way to Humanity’s salvation, but sucked it up once Mash saved her. At that moment, one of the thoughts running through her head was, “Mash is fighting so hard, so why can’t I?!” Since then, Vy has made quite the distinct image of herself when fighting with her Servants, being a no-nonsense leader who can and will sarcastically snark at anyone, including Kiara and BB of all people, when they are opposing her. To allies, she is both understanding and empathic, usually not asking any imposing questions and issuing orders only when emergencies call for it.

Anyone who tries to “bed” her will spark a loud and angry reaction, since Vy is not interested in any sexual relations and instead is still loyal to her family and friends that were left to the dust by Goetia and later the Foreign God. Expect some cursing too.

Vy’s romantic orientation is why Agartha is an untouched subject amongst all the Servants when bringing in new faces, because when Dahut in Drake’s body proposed rape to her outright during the Pseudo-Singularity, Vy’s reaction was basically, “I AM ACE, YOU JERK! SEX IS NOT FOR ME, CONSENT MATTERS, SO SHUT UP AND FIGHT ALREADY! IF NOT, I WILL KILL YOU WITH A RUSTY SPOON MYSELF, GODDAMMIT!” It’s another reason why Fergus and some of the other romantically inclined Servants such as Kiyohime and Elizabeth Bathory have kept their distance since, because Vy’s rage point back then was that unsettling. Robin Hood doesn’t bring up the subject of picking up girls in front of her anymore. D’Eon and Astolfo both have tried to keep Vy away from thinking about Dahut since.

The first Servants Vy ever summoned in the Grand Order was Lancer Diarmuid, Medea, and Chevalier d’Eon. The first 4-stars she ever summoned after them was Marie Antoinette and Archer EMIYA, so because of this and a lot of other things, all five Servants still find themselves in the occasional team because Vy grew that attached to them.

Her only Grailed Servants so far are Saber Arturia Pendragon, Rider Achilles, and Archer Robin Hood, both because they were there when fighting opponents such as the Lion King, Tiamat, and the Alter Egos in SERAPH, and how she loved all three of them for their legends even before coming to Chaldea.

When Vy first got a Holy Grail, she tried to give it to Mash as thanks for Mash protecting her for so long, but because of Mash’s status as a designer baby and Demi-Servant, she wasn’t able to take it. Instead, Mash still finds herself at the front lines team Vy has for mixed enemy battles, since Vy can’t find it in her to leave Mash behind.

Some of the Servants who have been with Vy longer find themselves getting a nickname for Vy to call out to just them, all because Vy sees them as part of her family and wants to be good to them. Robin Hood is a prominent example, where she calls him “big Robin” as a way to boost his confidence about being a Heroic Spirit, and in turn, he calls her “little sparrow.” Marie Antoinette is sometimes called “my Queen,” and some of the more younger Servants such as Illya and Miyu are called with the “-chan” honorific or “baby sis.” Mash never got a nickname simply because to Vy, “Mash is Mash, and I love your name.” There were many “awww”s.

It’s because of how she affectionately considers a majority of her Servants family that a lot of them tone down their arguments and bad qualities in her presence, simply because she’s there. An example is how during Babylonia, Vy had answered at the Underworld’s gates, “Ereshkigal is more beautiful!” to Ishtar’s face, both because she had summoned Ereshkigal long before entering Babylonia and that she had known Eresh longer. Eresh, who hadn’t Rayshifted to the Singularity at the time, could be found later hiding her red face in her hands as Da Vinci laughed out loud. Dr. Roman meanwhile had looked like he had swallowed a lemon at the time because of how blatantly Vy had put down Ishtar, and Ishtar barely reacted. Vy’s only reasoning afterwards was, “I did not appreciate being made into a makeshift cushion in our first meeting, Ishtar, thank you very little.”

There were a lot of times during Singularities where Vy, feeling bad for Dr. Roman being a butt-monkey of jokes, brought home a souvenir or two for the good doctor to take part in some of the better moments of the Grand Order. One such souvenir was a butter cake slice from Siduri in Babylonia, because he expressed wanting to eat it one night and she carefully preserved it with Mash to give it to him before confronting “Solomon” in the Temple of Time. It’s because of this that she dearly misses him, having found him as another surrogate father when he’d call her in for daily check-ups and talks over how Mash was doing.

When the Lostbelts happened, Vy started working a lot harder to raise her Servants and the morale of the rest of Chaldea’s staff, resulting in her gaining eyebags from losing sleep over too many Golden Apples and farming quests. Most of the Servants are all at Final Ascension and Max Level at the cost of this and QP, but it’s helped in making the Crypters lose some of their momentum.

Hope this helps in giving some nice insight and lore!

#mastersona Vy #passing days #long text post #character profile #oc things #fate grand order #vy plays fate grand order #writer thoughts #vy says something #tw: rape mention #tw: long post

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onetuffbunny · 3 years ago

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Werefishing

He didn't want to risk any mud getting into his wounds, so he laid an old blanket by the edge of the pond to huddle up on while he fished. It took awhile. He stumbled through the trees like a toddler taking his first steps, unable to find his center of balance, his joints protesting at every step, something aching deep in his bones. He thought about calling R.A. to just come get him but he can't get reception this deep in the forest and she's got other shit to do. Taking care of him isn't her job. It's his. It's late anyway or maybe it's early and his perception of time is wrong. The sun will rise before long and she's going to be busy getting Prudence ready for school.

Shit. He misses his kids.

Anyway, the fishing? He sucks at it. At the best of times, he needs someone else to bait the hook because he feels sorry for the worm but right now, it's a miracle he managed to get anything on it at all. If Lucy were here, she'd have caught five fish by now but his daughter's on the other side of the country learning animation because she's real smart, smarter than he'll ever be. He'd never let her see him like this anyway and he has no plans whatsoever on breathing a word of this to her. It's bad enough that she already knows how mortal parents are, how fallible he is. She doesn't need more worries.

The sun's almost rising and he's getting antsy because he learned quick that the sun burns (he's nocturnal most of the time anyway but he's hoping this fades as he learns to master his transformation.) and he just wants something, anything to eat that doesn't taste like dust in his mouth. Nothing satisfies the pit in his stomach and with each failure, he worries more and more that the only thing that can quell it is people. He's not sure what he'll do if that's the case. He's trying not to think about it.

Finally, something takes the bait and with great difficulty, he manages to reel it in. It's a catfish, which is a hell of a lot better than the only other thing he managed to catch, a snapping turtle. He gently unhooks it, whispering thanks for its sacrifice because creature eating creature is the rule of carnivores and omnivores alike but there's no reason not to be polite about it, and immediately drops it in the mud instead of the bucket. It flops around exactly like a fish out of water. He picks it up again but it's slippery, so he cuts himself on its barbs and calls it a name he'd scold his kids for saying.

Okay. He can do this. He just has to remember that he's an apex predator and this is natural prey, maybe. He's hoping so. Lots of critters eat fish. Bears do. Maybe he's actually just a really fucked up werebear with mange. He's still holding out for the wolf thing though.

Bunny successfully manages to drop a fish in a bucket and hobbles back to his trailer before the sun gives him a migraine and also the whole "pain all over thing." He's already got enough of that bullshit. Now, as a creature of the wild, he knows he's got to get used to eating as beasts do but until fairly recently, he was still just a human, so he's at least going to dispatch the poor trout before he tests his ability to eat sashimi.

It's quick, easy. He doesn't like it and never has but food's food and three kids (...it is three, right? God, why can't he ever keep that straight?) don't feed themselves, especially when money's tight. It always is. The fins go too because the last thing he needs are fish fins lodged in his throat.

Now what? Slice this up neatly? Pan fry it? Roast it in the oven? No, fuck that, he just takes a bite directly out of a raw, bloody fish because do you think wolves put lemon pepper on their prey in the wild? Never. Also, he's running out and needs to conserve the rest of that spice jar for when he's normal again and can cook some fish for his babies because it has like omega acid or some shit that makes you smart.

It is delicious. It's the greatest fish he's ever had in his entire inglorious life. He's never had a fish that tasted this fucking good. He did it. He hunted prey for his own. How can he even describe the flavor? He can't. He can't fucking do it. It's so good that he even licks the cutting board after and then he's so thankful R.A. has the kids because that'd give Avery nightmares for sure.

He heard about wolves up in Alaska that catch and eat salmon. That must be the kind of wolf he is. The guy he bit didn't say he was from Alaska but hey, you never know, people move all across the world these days.

Bunny opens a can of anchovies to see if they taste just as good but they taste like dust and salt. In all fairness, they have been sitting in that cupboard for a couple years at least. He gathers up the anchovies and what little remains of the catfish and puts them out on the stump in his yard as an offering to the woods spirits and heads back inside before dawn breaks.

#ooc #animal death #it's a fish bunny catches and eats

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years ago

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Everlasting Spirit (Ch.1)

"Mama!"

Stephen groans softly when Valerie continues to call for him from her crib. "Tony...the baby." Without opening his eyes, he reaches out toward Tony's side of the bed when his husband doesn't answer, and his hand meets cold sheets. "Tony?"

The sorcerer cracks his eyes open to look on the engineer's side of the bed and frowns when he finds it empty. He grabs his phone from the nightstand to check the time and his eyebrows shoot up into his hairline when he finds that it was past ten in the morning. Stephen stretches out the kinks that had formed while sleeping and then asks Victor to open the blinds that Tony no doubt asked Friday to keep down until Stephen woke up on his own.

"Ma!" Valerie repeats.

Stephen sighs. "Yes cub. I heard you the first time."

He sits up groggily before slipping out of bed, motioning for Athena to stay when the wolf lifts her head curiously. He steps over to the crib and lifts Valerie from it, and lays her on the bed near Athena while he grabs some diaper supplies from the closet. The wolf noses the baby curiously and Valerie coos when Athena starts to lick her, and Stephen gently grabs her muzzle to push away with a click of his tongue.

"Stop that."

Stephen ignores the wolf's annoyed huff as he changes his daughter's diaper, and then he picks her up and holds her in one of his arms before he heads out of the bedroom. Athena follows dutifully once she hops down from the bed and the sorcerer puts his youngest daughter in her high chair so he can give her some cereal puffs to snack on while he makes breakfast for him and Tony. He naturally asked Victor if his husband even ate breakfast just in case by some miracle he had, but his AI confirms Stephen's go-to assumption. Tony only had coffee.

The doctor cooks bacon, eggs, sausage, and hash browns after feeding his wolf her breakfast, and looks over to the elevator when it opens and Sam walks onto the floor.

"Hey Mama Bear. Have any orange juice up here?" He asks.

Stephen points to the fridge with the spatula in his hand. "We should if Scott hasn't gotten to it. Late breakfast?"

"More like a second one. I worked up an appetite while I was working out with Steve and Bucky."

"You're more than welcome to join us. I always make extra." Stephen offers as Sam walks over to the fridge and grabs the carton of juice.

"Thanks. Beats the cereal I have."

Stephen fills a plate for Sam as he sits at the island, and just as he sets the plate in front of the darker male, the elevator opens again. Tony walks out with Tibbs on his shoulder, and makes a beeline for Valerie to kiss her all over her face and earning a quiet giggle from the baby. Stephen had to partially tune out his husband when he started speaking to their daughter fondly in Italian, but still found himself smiling regardless. Tony constantly spoke to their children in different languages so they could learn them (Peter and Harley being fluent in quite a few because of it), but also just to show affection. Italian was his primary language for that. For the kids and Stephen, although some things were kept behind closed doors when it came to the sorcerer since the three older kids were fluent.

"No topolina, those are for you." Tony kindly rejects Valerie's silent offer of her cereal puffs as the engineer sits in the chair closest to the highchair. "Get down furball."

Sam snorts when Tibbs hops down to the floor from Tony's shoulder. "Your older trolls at school?"

"You know, I think they're possessed because Friday didn't wake me up to make sure they got up and all that jazz." Tony starts. "I woke up by myself and she told me they got up, ate breakfast, and left for school."

Stephen gives Tony a look. "The boys took Diana to school?"

"They walked Cassie to school too. I called their schools to make sure and they all said the kids were accounted for." Tony confirms and Sam swallows his mouthful of food before responding.

"I agree with the boss. They're possessed."

Stephen chuckles as he turns off the stove and fills a couple more plates with food for him and Tony, and then carries them over to the table. While possession was a real thing, Friday eased Stephen's mind when she told them they the kids were acting like they normally did, but Harley wanted to give their parents some time to sleep in. It was one of the times he stepped into a mature role so Tony and Stephen could take a well deserved break, and the sorcerer was already trying to think of a way to thank their oldest son.

Peter did similar things to Harley when he wanted to help his parents relax, but cooking was not one of them. Stephen was almost positive the spiderling gave up on cooking after he burnt that casserole so long ago and had Dum-E bury him in fire extinguisher foam. Diana just played quietly until Cassie was awake and then went downstairs to play with her until Tony or Stephen called her back upstairs.

He didn't know how they got so lucky, but they were. They had amazing kids, and even though they all fought like typical siblings and got into some trouble (especially superhero trouble when it came to the boys), there were days they behaved long enough to let their overworked parents rest. Other times they saved each other's lives, like Harley had done for Peter when he was impaled by the Rhino. They fed and changed Valerie sometimes, built and played in pillow forts with Diana and watched endless amounts of Disney movies, and Harley sometimes helped Peter on his patrols.

Speaking of patrols.

"Tony." Stephen says softly to get his husband's attention.

"Yeah?" The engineer responds as he feeds Valerie some eggs.

"Can you take a look at my suit? Last time I was dimension hopping, one of my legs didn't get covered properly."

Tony looks over at the doctor and holds his hand out until Stephen removes his nanotech bracelet and hands it over. "Did it stop altogether or did the nanites try to cover your leg…?"

"They tried, but there were still holes."

"Some of them probably just need repairs. I'll give it a look once we're finished eating." Tony promises.

Stephen nods and watches his husband return his attention to their daughter once he pockets the bracelet, and they both find her patiently waiting for some more of Tony's scrambled eggs. They were pleased to find that she was not a very picky eater and generally enjoyed anything they offered her with the exception of green beans and lemons. They only knew about the lemons because Harley one day decided he wanted to see how his baby sister would react after chewing on a lemon wedge, and Valerie had the typical response. A puckered mouth followed by a look of betrayal that had her three older siblings (and even Cassie) howling with laughter. By some miracle, Valerie wasn't put off from orange slices because of it, but she would still eye them warily if her brothers were the ones feeding them to her.

Just like she watched Quill carefully whenever he fed her something green. She still hadn't forgiven him for feeding her green beans.

Sam finished his breakfast and thanked Stephen before heading back downstairs, and Tony thanked the sorcerer with a kiss after putting his plate in the dishwasher. The engineer went back down to the lab to take a look at Stephen's suit, and the doctor himself cleaned up the kitchen and his daughter before allowing Levi to take her. The cloak coddles and swings the baby while Stephen sits on the couch to read, and Athena joins her master on the couch and lays her head on one of his thighs. Stephen enjoyed the periodic coo from Valerie as he read his novel and gently pet his wolf's head, and when the giggles and coos die down into silence, Levi gently deposits her into the nearby playpen. It wasn't quite time for a nap, but she would play with her teddy bear until she either fell asleep or demanded her mother's attention.

Of course, today was a day for Stephen's attention. Valerie called quietly for him and the sorcerer had Levi pick her back up and bring her over to him, and he grabbed one of her books through a small gateway after he got her situated comfortably against him. Valerie had a full belly and a clean diaper, so now all she wanted was for Stephen to read her a book before she took a nap. It was an early afternoon ritual for her.

Stephen had to stop Athena from nosing the baby when Valerie fell asleep halfway through the book, but the wolf simply laid her head back on the sorcerer's thigh with another annoyed huff. The doctor ignored her as he carefully situated his daughter so that he can read again, and subconsciously listened to her soft breaths as she slept. It was one of the things that helped him relax...listening to his kids breathe. He mostly heard Valerie, especially since she slept in the master bedroom with him and Tony, but every once in a while he would catch one of the three older kids napping.

Whenever he had a nightmare concerning the kids, he went into their rooms to check on them and listen as a quick way to ease his conscious so he could go back to sleep. Then there were those rare mornings Stephen and Tony woke up to all four kids in their bed, and one time he woke up to find Valerie's foot in her father's face. Diana was comfortably snug next to Stephen, Peter had draped himself across both parents with his head on Stephen's hip (the sorcerer had been sleeping on his side that morning), and Harley laid across the end of the bed with Athena.

Tony and Stephen had never been so thankful for a king sized bed, especially when another one of those mornings found Cassie in their bed too. That only happened when Scott was out of town and Quill was off earth, and she usually saved Tony from a kick to the face by laying next to him and putting Valerie in between her and Diana.

Friday took a picture each time the kids were found on their bed.

"Doctor, Diana will be getting out of school soon." Victor suddenly says and Stephen gently nudges Athena so the wolf could get up. Once she jumps off the couch, the sorcerer carefully puts Valerie in her playpen.

"Is Tony still in the lab?"

"Yes. Should I ask him to come up or pick up your daughter?"

"No, I'll go pick her up. Who's currently in the tower?" Stephen asks his AI. "Actually, is Wanda here?"

"Yes."

"Ask her if she's willing to watch the baby for a few minutes, and if she is, have her come up."

There really was no if. There were only two reasons members of the team wouldn't watch Valerie, and one was if they were just about to leave, or if they were sick and contagious. Natasha had been sick a few weeks ago and had been grumpy the entire time because she loved spending time with the baby of the family. Especially when Quill wasn't hogging her. Of course, the god rubbed it in her face every chance he could, and when Nat was feeling better, she got sweet revenge.

All Stephen knew was that it had to do with sending Scott away to a fake meeting. Just after Quill returned from two weeks out in space. They had a very irritable god on their hands until Scott came home.

"You called?" Wanda says, interrupting Stephen's thoughts as she walks over to join him at the playpen.

"Yes. I just need you to watch her for a few minutes while I go pick up Diana. She's at the end of her nap so she might wake up while I'm gone."

"No problem."

Stephen thanks her and disappears through a portal, leaving Wanda with his daughter and an irritated wolf. He would be back in five minutes, the wolf could deal with not being able to come with him.

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"Tony."

The engineer looks up from Stephen's nanotech bracelet and finds Wanda standing by the door with Valerie on her hip and looking concerned.

"What's up Red?"

Wanda opens her mouth to respond, but Friday interrupts her. "Boss, you have a call from the elementary school. They're asking if anyone will be by to pick up Diana."

"Tony…" Wanda starts. "Stephen left to pick her up half an hour ago."

The engineer drops his tools and straightens. "Friday, where's Mom? Track his phone."

A few moments pass. "I can't find him Boss."

Tony stares at the nanotech on his workbench and tries to keep himself from hyperventilating. Stephen never made it to Diana's school? How? The sorcerer always portaled to the closest alleyway or empty street whenever he went to pick up their daughter and it was only a block away. Had someone been watching Stephen's movements and grabbed him?

"Oh my god!" Wanda uses her free hand to magically move a chair under Tony when he collapses. "Tony, breathe!" She commands when she rushes over to him.

He did. After he laid his forehead on Wanda's other hip and grabbed the back of her shirt to ground himself. It took him a few moments to gather himself so he could think again, but he didn't move away from or let go of the witch. He was afraid he would freak out again if he did.

"Friday, is Quill home?" Tony wheezes out.

"No Boss. He's currently in the middle of a shift at the station."

"Call him. Ask him to cut it short."

Friday did so after telling the elementary school that someone would be by to pick Diana up shortly, and the AI told Tony that Quill was on his way to the school. The engineer would only feel better once Diana got home, and while he knew there were others currently in the tower that were capable of picking up his daughter, Tony wanted to put a god between her and Stephen's supposed captors. That was the only explanation for the sorcerer's disappearance. He even had Friday send a message to Karen and Sara that the boys were to go home immediately after school, and then finally took a little more time to calm himself. Wanda said nothing as Tony continued to cling to her, she just threaded her fingers through his hair periodically when she wasn't amusing Valerie with her powers.

Her hands didn't shake though.

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Seth Route: Part 6

*DISCLAIMER: All translations are pulled and translated from the JP app using EverTranslator and Google Translate, along with a variety of other translation sources. Translations may be modified to fit better phrasing and comprehension in English, as well as using context clues. Some information may be translated incorrectly.*

6.1

Seth and Sirius met at the training grounds. Seth asks Sirius why he asked him to meet out here and before Sirius can start telling him why, Seth cuts him off and gives him a confident smile, saying that there was only one thing that he must want on a romantic night like this. Sirius responds in confusion, asking if Seth thinks this is a confession of love. Seth says that it’s no good because Sirius is also a man and their relationship will never last long. Sirius folds his arms and says that he didn’t call Seth out there for a joke. Seth laughs and says he was trying to soften the mood. He sighs and gets serious, asking Sirius what he wanted. Sirius says to tell him straight where he’s been going out at night. Seth asks if he’s referring to three nights before and doubles down on the reason he had first given Sirius, that he had dropped something in town while out with Alice and had to go find it. They both fall silent before Sirius asks who he’s been meeting. They both fall silent again and watch each other as the night breeze blows between them.

Cut to inside headquarters. Despite training all day, MC can’t sleep. She decides to go to the kitchen to get a hot drink to help her. As she walks down the hall, she runs into Ray.

6.2

Ray and MC go to the kitchen together. Ray hands MC a mug and she asks what’s in it. He smiles as he says that it’s citrus tea. She looks in the mug to see slices of lime and lemon in the steaming tea, along with some marmalade spooned at the bottom. She mixes it, saying it looks good and tasted it, expressing how much she liked it. Ray took a sip and asked her why she couldn’t sleep. She doesn’t answer immediately, unsure how she should say that thinking about Seth potentially being a betrayer is keeping her up. So she answers his question with one of her own, asking why he was up in the middle of the night. She says that everyone knows that it’s unusual for Ray to stay up late. He asks her who told her that and she deflects by drinking more of the tea. He says that he was just thinking and she says she was just thinking too. She thinks back on what Loki had said about watching out for the Magic Tower and a betrayer in the army. She wonders if Ray is staying up thinking about the same thing she is, since she had eavesdropped on him talking with Sirius about a potential traitor the night before. She grips the warm mug tighter and gets Ray’s attention.

6.3

MC confesses that she had heard him talking with Sirius about a traitor. Ray is surprised, obviously having not known they had been overheard. She says that Loki had also mentioned there being a betrayer, so she’s worried. Ray thinks about what she said and sets his cup down, looking out the kitchen window. He tells her about the Black Army slogan, “freedom soars on raven wings.” He tells her because of this, they allow anybody to join the Black Army, unlike the Red Army who are based on bloodlines. He looks at her and says that he doesn’t want to doubt any of his soldiers because they are all friends. Because if you doubt your friends, you cannot trust anybody. He tells her that in order to protect what matters most, he will continue to trust them, even if they have another side to them. MC thinks that even if there are traitors in the army, Ray will still trust in them, which she believes to be true from the serious look he wears while saying it.

After finishing her tea, MC goes on her way back to her bedroom, thinking about the power of trust. While she’s thinking, Seth calls out for her attention from behind her, running up to her saying that it’s not a good idea for her to leave her room at night without her knight.

I’m sorry. [+4, +2]

I met Ray by chance.

I’m tired.

[MC apologizes, saying she was going to be fast and Seth apologizes for making her feel like she had to apologize.] Seth offers to walk her back to her room. As they walk, MC glances at Seth and thinks back on what Ray said about accepting people no matter how many sides they have. MC thinks about how she wants to get to know all sides of Seth, to know and trust him fully. Seth takes her to her room and she asks him to wait, grabbing his shirt sleeve when he turned to leave.

6.4

MC grabs Seth’s shirt to keep Seth from leaving her room. He asks her what’s wrong and she hesitantly asks again if she can really ask him anything. Seth is a bit surprised, but nods slowly. They settle on the couch and she tells him she wants to know about him. Seth says it’s kind of thrilling she wants to get to know him and tells her to ask her questions about him, putting a hand to his shoulder as though subconsciously. He plays it off saying he’ll let her know his very skin, acting as though he was going to unbutton his shirt. MC gets flustered and Seth tells her it was a joke and she’s cute when she’s blushing. They divert from the topic for a little bit as MC tries to play off her blush. MC steers the topic back around and debates on what she wants to ask him first. She asks him what he did before he joined the Black Army four years ago. Seth thinks for a second and says that he supposes he was sick and tired.

6.5

MC asks what he means. Seth says that he lost his parents when he was young and he was left with his sister, who was still a baby at the time. MC is shocked by him having a sister. He says that her name is Rapunzel. He says she is fifteen years younger and has the same hair color he has. He says in order to keep his sister from starving, he wandered around doing things here and there, doing anything he could in order for them to live, even some unsavory things. Seth smiles and says that the details will remain a secret, his eyes swimming with sadness. MC thinks that she can’t even imagine what it would have been like to be in that situation. MC says that it’s hard to think that Seth had a story like that where he was now. She thinks about how happy he seems with the others. Seth continues saying that even though Central seemed peaceful, war was coming, just like how every person has light and shadow, that it’s not an unusual thing. A short silence falls on the two of them. MC thinks about how the more she learns about Seth, she wonders more about who the real Seth is.

Suddenly, Seth reaches out to touch the spot on MC’s neck where he had left the kiss mark, tracing it with his fingertips. He apologizes for the night before. MC loses her train of thought, the feeling of his touch on her neck taking all of her attention. Seth slowly slid his finger up toward her chin, tilting her head up. Her heartbeat was beating out of her chest and she thought that he must be able to hear it. Seth met her gaze, his face close. He asks if she’s afraid of him.

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zoeygreensimblr · 5 years ago

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Wonderland (Episode 53)

"Happy birthday Princess" Angus greeted me the morning of my 19th birthday. He was in the kitchen cooking me pancakes.

"Thank you baby" I say, sliding up next to him and wrapping my arms around him. Angus had taken the day off work to spend with me but he wouldn't let me know what he had planned, "Can I get just one clue of what we are doing today?" I ask him, watching the cheeky smile spread across his face

"We are going to get very dirty" He teases, winking at me, "Eat your breakfast, we've got a big day ahead of us" He places a plate with 3 pancakes in front of me and I drizzle maple syrup all over them and take my plate to the dinning table.

"Is Tess and Brian joining us?" I question him, usually Tess would wake me up on our birthday but I hadn't heard a peep out of her this morning.

"Brian took her out for breakfast but they are meeting up with us for lunch" He explains, sitting himself down at the table with his own stack of pancakes covered in strawberry jam.

"And where exactly will lunch be?" I ask, trying my best to squeeze any information out of him.

"Your breakfast is getting cold Princess" He tells me, ignoring my question while smiling to himself, he loves surprising me. "Pack your swimsuit though" He says and that's the only clue I'm given.

The first surprise on the birthday list is Newcrest Day Spa, a place known for it's luxurious mud baths, yoga, sauna and range of massages, we are greeted by a tall, thin, blonde woman with glowing skin who offers us cucumber water on arrival.

"Good morning Mr McKenzie and Miss Green, my name is Lola, we have you booked in for stone massages at 10am and a mud bath at 11, feel free to join a yoga class or unwind in the sauna, we also offer hand and feet massages." Lola tells us, handing over plush white robes for us to change into, "Down the hall you will find change rooms with lockers, your locker is number 66, and here is your passcode to unlock it" Lola say, handing over a small piece of paper with a four digit code.

Angus and I make our way to the change room where we change out of our clothing and into our swimsuits, wrapping the robes around ourselves.

"How did you get a booking here? I've heard it's booked out months in advance" I ask, amazed.

"The owner is a client at the gym, I had her pull some strings and get us in" He tells me proudly, he knows he's done well, this is nothing like the day spa Tess and I go to for massages in Brindlton Bay.

We make our way upstairs to the massage suite, take off our robes and hand them on a rack then lay face down on the massage tables and wait. Two women enter the suite and introduce themselves as Chloe and Nicole.

"Happy birthday Zoey, ready for your stone massage?" Chloe asks me cheerfully.

"Yes please" I reply, smiling over at Angus.

My hot stone massage leaves me feeling very relaxed and refreshed.

"Please try our lemon, honey and ginger detox tea" Nicole offers us as we are putting our fluffy robes back on, "It helps elevate your body of toxins". We take a cup of tea each, it tastes sweet with a hint of citrus and ginger, drinking it on the way to the bathing room. The mud baths are already set up for us so we, once again remove our robes and climb into the baths.

"So this is what you meant when you said we'd be getting dirty?" I ask Angus, rubbing the green facial mask on my face and placing two slices of cucumber over my eyes, I relax into my bath.

"I did, I just didn't realise what I was getting myself into, I have mud going into every opening" He laughs.

"Thank you Angus, this has been a great surprise" I tell him.

"The day isn't over yet Zoey, you've still got to pick out your present" He says, dropping a clue.

"I have to pick out my own present?" I ask him, confused

"Shhh Zoey, it's relax time, all will be revealed soon" He tells me, laughing to himself.

We finish our mud baths and then take separate showers to clean ourselves off.

"Time for lunch my Birthday Princess" Angus tells me when we meet up in the change room. I'd been eating small meals lately to keep the morning sickness away but today I was craving a juicy cheeseburger.

Next door to the day spa there's a bowling alley and waiting out front is Tess and Brian.

"Happy Birthday Teresa" I exclaim, wrapping my sister in a tight hug.

"Happy Birthday Zo, have you had a good day so far?" Tess asks me and I smile brightly at her.

"Oh yeah, I had a massage and a mud bath, what about you?" I enquire.

"Brian took me out for breakfast with his parents and gave me this beautiful gold locket" Tess tells me excitedly, "What did Angus give you?" she asks me curiously.

"Zoey's gift is coming, I'm taking her to pick it out after we bowl" Angus tells Tess before I get a chance to open my mouth. Tess and I exchange looks but she doesn't say a word, I think she knows what my gift is but she's not going to spoil the surprise.

We enter the bowling alley and get assigned a lane. The lanes are all black with neon lighting up the sides that make the bowling balls glow when you bowl. Angus orders food for our group while Brian enters our names into the computer.

"Brian is a professional bowler, he's even on a team in the league" Tess boasts, she's so proud of her man.

"Meanwhile I may need to put the gutter rails up so my ball doesn't go in the gutter on each throw" I laugh, I always have fun when I bowl but I'm not the most co-ordinated bowler.

"Well since it is your birthday I think that can be arranged" Brian says as he hits the option on the computer.

Angus returns with our table number and a sparkling pink bowling ball.

"For you my Princess" He says, handing me the ball.

We played 3 games of bowling, with Brian winning 2 and Angus winning 1 and even though Tess and I didn't win we still had a blast playing. Angus had ordered cheeseburgers and fries for lunch, he knew I'd been craving it and that it would be a long time before I get to enjoy another cheeseburger again.

"Are you ready for your present now my sweet girl?" Angus asked me after lunch.

"It's been driving me crazy so yes, I'm more than ready" I laugh.

We say goodbye to Tess and Brian and head back towards Brindlton Bay.

"Are you having a good day so far Zoey?" Angus asks me, reaching over and taking my hand

"This has been the best birthday" I tell him, trying to watch where we are driving so I can understand what my present may be, Brindleton Bay isn't really a shopping district, it's just a small town by the water.

"Your parents have something planned for You and Tess later this afternoon and they want to do dinner at the restaurant tonight" He informs me, I knew we would be having a meal at the restaurant at some stage today, it's a birthday tradition.

Angus pulls the car up outside of the Brindleton Bay Animal Shelter and my eyes go wide, now I understand what he meant by me picking my present.

"I'm getting a puppy?" I ask him with absolute joy.

"A puppy or an adult dog, it's up to you, the dogs that are brought here have been mistreated and are looking for a loving home and you've got so much love to give Zoey" Angus says to me, smiling brightly.

We walk into the animal shelter and are greeted by Max, the vet who runs the animal shelter.

"You must be Zoey, happy birthday" Max says, holding out a hand for me to shake, he then leads us through a door where there's about 12 dogs, all separated into pens, some with others, some alone, most of them playing, all except one, a Maltese terrier sitting alone in her pen, she comes up to the side of the pen when she sees us approach and rolls onto her back.

"This is Lily, she was brought in about a week ago, she's very shy and quiet but she loves having her belly rubbed" Max explains, I reach my hand down and rub her tummy as she wiggles around, I notice that she's very under weight for an adult dog though.

"Was she neglected?" I ask Max and he nods his head.

"Unfortunately yes, she's started putting on a bit of weight in the week that we've had her, we've been feeding her small meals of dry and wet food, she wouldn't eat at first but now she can't get enough of it" Max tells us. I look at Angus, he's smiling back at me because he knows that Lily is the one for us.

"We will have to get some dog food and a bed for her to sleep on and a leash so I can walk her every day" I say to Angus, making a list of everything we need for Lily, he crouches down beside me and pats Lily.

"It's all been taken care of Princess, why do you think I got you out of the house so early?" He says, laughing.

We finalise the adoption of Lily and Max places her into a carry cage to take in the car.

"I'd like to make a donation to the shelter as well" Angus tells Max, pulling a cheque from his wallet and handing it over.

"Thank you very much for this, we are a non-for profit organisation and do rely on donations from the community to keep us going, I appreciate your generosity Mr McKenzie" Max says to Angus, shaking his hand.

"Zoey is going to be a vet one day herself and she loves animals so we are happy to help out" Angus says to Max.

As we are driving home from the animal shelter, I can't help but overthink what Angus said to Max about me becoming a vet.

"Do you still believe I can go to Uni this year?" I question him, I honestly thought it was off the cards for me since I found out I was expecting.

"Zoey, becoming a vet is your dream job and I'm going to help you achieve that" He tells me, smiling brightly at me.

"But how? You're going to be doing year 12 yourself this year so you can get into Uni too" I stress.

"Well I've been thinking about that too, I thought I wanted to get a degree but I'm kinda happy where I am in life, I'm training Tess up on how to do all the book work and scheduling and I love being a personal trainer." He says to me, he's willing to sacrifice his own dreams to help me achieve mine but I feel a strong pang of guilt, I don't want him to lose out.

Angus pulls into our driveway and I notice there's a shiny, red car parked out the front of our house, I don't recognise the car as belonging to anyone I know.

"Do we have visitors?" I ask Angus.

"Not that I know of" He replies with a smile spreading across his face, "Why do you ask?"

"The red car, parked out on the curb in front of our house" I tell him as if he didn't see it there too.

"Oh that car, that's yours" He informs me, fishing a key out of his pocket and handing it over to me but I can't accept it.

"No, Angus, this is too much, you can't buy me a car for my birthday" I exclaim but he just laughs, takes my hand and places the key in it.

"Zoey you needed a car and it's nothing too flashy, just a little Honda that will be easy for you to drive, plus you may have appointments for the baby when I'm not home and it will give me peace of mind to know you're safe and not on the murder train" He explains. I lean over and kiss him.

"Thank you baby, I love you so much" I say to him.

Walking into our house is like walking into a puppy wonderland, there's a new dog bed and chew toys, a giant ball, feeding bowl, leash and a dog collar. I place Lily's travel cage on the ground and she slowly steps out, wary of her new surroundings.

"Tess come meet Lily" I call out to my sister who pokes her head out from her room.

"Who is Lily?" She asks me and then she lays eyes on our new housemate and she comes running out from her room and sits on the floor where Lily is, Lily rolls onto her back and Tess knows to rub her belly.

"This is Lily, she's 2 years old, she's a bit shy but loves belly rubs" I tell Tess.

"She's adorable" Tess says as she plays with our new dog, I join them on the floor to play, grabbing the ball and rolling it to Lily who gets it and then takes it to Tess who then rolls it back to Lily who brings it to me.

"She loves to play" Angus remarks as he watches Lily run around between Tess and I. Lily is going to be very loved in our house.

While we were out my Mother had delivered dresses for Tess and I to wear that night, every year on our birthday she buys us a matching outfit but in different colours, this year our outfit was a long, sparkling dress, Tess' was blue and mine was magenta, the dresses were gorgeous but when it came time to putting them on I struggled to zip mine up.

"I've put on weight, I feel so fat" I complained to Angus, giving up and throwing myself down on the bed.

"You're not fat Zoey, you're pregnant, this is all normal" He reassures me, holding out his hands to pull me back off the bed, once on my feet he helps zip up my dress and he manages to get it zipped all the way, "You look beautiful my Princess" He tells me as he kisses my neck softly.

"People will start to notice soon" I fret, I can't keep this secret for much longer.

"Zoey, it's been a month, I think we're good for a little bit longer" He laughs as he takes my hand and spins me around and we dance together in our room.

We arrived at the restaurant just after 6, straight away I notice the 'closed' sign on the door so I knew this wasn't going to be just the usual family birthday dinner. Mum greets us at the door.

"Happy Birthday my beautiful baby girls" She cries as she hugs Tess and I, "And why didn't you tell me Zoey?" She asks me, I feel my heart jump up into my throat.

"Tell you what Mum?" I ask nervously, surely she didn't figure it out already.

"That you got into Brichester, I'm so proud of you" She exclaims excitedly, I had been so sweep up in all the baby drama that I had forgot to even check my results, Mum hands over the acceptance letter she had stashed on the hostess stand.

"I actually forgot to check online" I confess and my Mother just laughs

"Well luckily they send an actual letter of acceptance out and you were granted a full scholarship too" My Mother says, she cant wipe the smile from her face.

"Congratulations Zoey" Tess screams as she throws her arms around me.

"Did you get into Brichester too?" I ask Tess, she hadn't mentioned anything about her results or Uni

"I didn't apply, I decided that Uni wasn't for Me and that I'm going to do some art classes locally while I also run the gym this year" Tess tells me and I'm so happy for her, it took her a long time to figure out what her passion in life was but she was always so good at art and design, "And I got an offer to paint a mural on that giant blank wall in the city, the council saw what I painted at the gym and wants to see more of my art"

"I'm so proud of you too Teresa" My Mother says to my sister, wrapping her in a big hug, "My creative and artistic baby"

Inside the restaurant all our friends are waiting, there's a table at the back full of presents and the dinning area is decorated with balloons and streamers.

"Happy Birthday girls" Cassie says to Tess and I, handing us a glass of champagne each, I look at Tess, knowing I cant drink mine but not wanting to be questioned why.

"Thanks Cass, I'll take Zoey's though because she's driving tonight" Tess says, taking both glasses from Cassie.

"You're driving on your birthday, that seems unfair" Cassie pouts

"I got a new car and wanted to drive" I explain, only half lying. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up, luckily I see our food is be brought, "I'm starving, let's eat"

"Don has been preparing this for you all afternoon" Mum says as she places our food in front of us, an appetiser of savoury bacon love petals followed by our main course, sizzled brisket over sour clover salad, I knew Don had been trying out some new, experimental foods to add to his menu, just to keep things fresh and this was delicious, so full of flavour. After dinner Don came out of the kitchen with chocolate sponge cake with blue icing, topped with a "19" candle. When we were kids, Tess would blow out the candles first because she was born 20 minutes before me but as we got older we started blowing them out together, so our wishes would be sent out at the same time.

"Ready Zo?" Tess asks me after everyone has sang Happy Birthday to us

"Yep" I confirm, and together we blow out our candle as our friends and family cheer.

"Happy Birthday my baby girls, nineteen years around the sun and both so beautiful and smart" Our Mother gushes over us, wrapping her arms around both Tess and I.

"We couldn't have gotten this far without you Mum, or Don" I tell her, kissing her on the cheek.

"Thank you girls, I love you both very much" Don says to Tess and I, handing us a knife so we can cut the cake and share the pieces out.

"Did you make a wish" Angus whispers to me as I hand him a piece of cake.

"I did" I tell him, placing my hand on my stomach, "And in 8 months time we will see if it comes true"

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definitelycanonharrypotter · 6 years ago

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The War- Part One

October 26, 1981.

The Order sat around the cheap table at Godric’s Hollow. It wasn’t as if James and Lily couldn’t afford a better one. James had a fortune from his parents, and Lily hadn’t exactly grown up in poverty either.

Even if they were broke, Sirius would have loved nothing more than to purchase a hideous solid gold table or a horrendous one that would transform into a dragon if someone sitting around the table has told a white lie. He’d claim that they were doing him a favor, and that he needed a way to get back at the most noble and most ancient house of Black, and an amazing “fuck you” would be funding the purchase of a table to a disgraceful wizarding family and his muggle bride. Not to mention the Sirius would also faint from excitement at the chance to go do “muggle activities” with Remus.

The cheap table was practically destroyed at this point. James had an awful habit of carving his nails into the nearest surface when he was overwhelmed, leaving long, deep scratches, like those of a misbehaving cat. After all those years as Hogwarts, Sirius had also adopted this habit, after years of James screaming at him that he should not be slicing into his hand with his dull thumb nail whenever he was nervous. The table was stained with spills from various concoctions from years of use, leaving variegated splotches around the circle.

It had also appeared to develop some magic of it’s own, and stubbornly leaned away from Peter at all costs. Lily liked to joke that it could sense who was most likely to discolor it again, and was trying to run away from clumsy Peter and his proclivity for spilling things.

The room was tense and silent. With every meeting there were less and less of them, with members being killed or disappearing with every passing day. Dumbledore had specifically called them here today, for an unknown reason, but he wasn’t exactly the explanation type. The weather was a cliche, but fitting rainstorm. The lightning and rain pounded as Dumbledore rose from his chair to speak.

“Thank you all for being here today and for not dying yet.”

At the very least this sentence was bizarre, and alarming, but Remus couldn’t help but find it darkly hilarious. He glanced up, hoping to meet Sirius’s eyes, but his boyfriend was infatuated with restraining the Potter’s horrendous cat on his lap.

“You have all made your respective journey’s here today, because I have told you to do so. And for doing so, you all deserve a reward.”

Lily half expected Dumbledore to throw lemon drops or some other candy at her. Harry cooed excitedly as Dumbledore’s reflective silver robes swung about as he gesticulated wildly.

“The war will be over soon. Voldemort will be vanquished and we may all return to our respective affairs.”

Peter gasped, as if the world was going to end, and he needed to absorb all of the oxygen left. Sirius stood up rapidly and pulled Remus into his chest, reaching up to kiss him, forgetting about the cat, who hit the floor with a concerning thump. James began to sob and LIly put a comforting arm around him, but let out a few hidden tears onto the top of her baby’s head.

“But how, sir? Isn’t you know who the most powerful wizard of all time? Dark wizard-I mean. You are obviously more powerful, sir” Peter chattered nervously, resembling the pudgy boy from first year.

“Funny you ask that Peter. The thing is, my dear boy, is that we had all knew Voldemort- please refer to him by his name next time, Peter, was not alone. It would be impossible for him to be working alone. He simply knew too much. It would not be possible, but you know that, don’t you Peter? You know he couldn’t be working alone.”

James shot a confused glance at Remus who looked even more confused than he did.

“Did you find out who Voldemort’s spy is” questioned Sirius quietly. He didn’t want to look at Remus, he had his suspicions, and every night prayed he was wrong, but was so worried that he was in love with a dark traitor. It would be so fitting. Of course a Black would fall in love with someone evil. Someone who was like him. Bad. Rotten. Black.

“Well no Mr. Black. But by the end of the afternoon, hopefully they will be off to Azkaban. Now, I must apologize for doing such a thing, but it was for your own protection, all of you. I do wish to offer my most sincere apologies, for not thinking of this type of solution a bit sooner, but I was never talented at brewing potions, and this is not the type of thing I could leave up to anyone else, because even those with the best intentions can become a tad misguided. And I do apologize, but I believe I know who the spy is, but at risk of preserving relations if I am wrong, everyone in this room has now consumed an appropriate amount of Veritaserum, yes you too Moody, please finish your tea and we can get on our way.”

“But Sir!” Lily chattered “How do we know that no one has taken the antidote, or is resisting the Veritaserum by closing their throat. It isn’t exactly reliable you know, there are hundreds of stories of guilty wizards who were proclaimed innocent because they just didn’t drink the potion”

Sirius had another thought, a darker one, that he hadn’t intending on sharing, but the Veritaserum had apparently worked quickly with him “We don’t know if Veritaserum is effective upon werewolves. It is assumed that dark creatures could resist any sort of thing, so it may not be reliable if the spy is a werewolf”

Remus whipped his head around, hurt, and also under the influence of truth serum, “Are you fucking kidding me Sirius. How do I know that you’re not just returning to true Black instinct and going back to what you have inside. It wouldn’t surprise me. I knew you were dark from the moment you used me as a weapon, and dark people don’t change.” Remus clasped his hands around his mouth in an desperate attempt to keep the words in.

Dumbledore seemed unphased by their fight, and turned back to Peter with an angry stoicism.

“Peter, are you the servant of Voldemort? Are you the traitor to the Order?” Dumbledore asked calmly, as if he was asking a group of four third year boys if they had really charmed the Great Hall’s floor to become ice.

Peter squirmed, desperately trying to keep his mouth closed. The room fell silent as Peter twitched furiously, as if he was seizing. A moment of clarity reached him, and in seconds Pettigrew had turned into his rodent form, and was desperately fleeing to the door.

Everyone was frozen as they realized what was happening.

Peter. Their Peter. Sweet innocent Peter. The boy who had been through it all with them. Who had given up so much and was always a constant. He had never stopped to complain, and never asked for anything in return. The boy who sat with Sirius the first nights of Hogwarts when he had knew his life would be destroyed for being in Gryffindor, when he couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to cry in front of new people. Peter had brought him a snack and listened as he cried, just so he wasn’t alone. He was there through the pranks and the secrets and the drama. He was there every time James asked out Lily, and was there every time he got shot down, and pretended it didn’t hurt. He was the first person who Remus and Sirius came out to, each on separate occasions and was supportive and helpful and didn’t make them feel ashamed of any such thing. He was there every single morning after the full moon, and every night after he became an animagus. He would compile the notes taken by James, Sirius, and himself into something usable, and take them to Remus, and sit with him until he felt like a person again. He was kind and dependable and an amazing friend.

Dumbledore didn’t look surprised. He calmly lifted his wand and snatched Peter, bringing him back to human form. He cast thick ties around his arms and legs, attaching him to the chair and seizing his wand.

“I have yet to hear an answer, Pettigrew.” Dumbledore said quietly.

An evil grin crept across Peter’s face, so menacing and confident it was hard to believe that Peter had produced it.

“Yes I am. I am the servant to the noble Lord Voldemort. He has given me power, and he will control all. Kill me, send me away, it’s too late. You cannot stop such a wizard.” Peter grinned manically.

The entire order was stunned. No one moved, no one knew what to do.

James heaved himself onto Sirius who stood pale with rage. All joy had left his eyes, as he stared at the man who had destroyed so much. Remus was stunned. Out of everyone he would have never suspected Peter, it was hard to believe that Peter was even capable of it, and it surprised Remus that Voldemort had a use for him.

Dumbledore cast a patronus and in seconds a fleet of aurors had arrived. Wordlessly they took Pettigrew away, who was now manically laughing. Everyone else had assumed a seat. Some people were crying, but most were silently staring at nothing in particular, unsure of what to do. What now? What’s left? How do you move on?

Remus wordlessly sat next to Sirius. He grabbed his hand and gently rubbed his thumb against his palm, reassuring and apologizing and trying to fix everything. Sirius gave him a gentle smile. There were a lack of formal apologies during the war. There was too much to say, and so much pain. Some things were easier left unsaid.

After an unknown amount of time, it may have been five minutes, but there was an equal chance that is was three hours, Lily asked, “Albus, what do we do? Voldemort is still out there. We aren’t safe. He no longer has a spy, but what do we do? Is Harry safe? We can’t know how much Voldemort knows?”

James pulled her into his chest as she collapsed into tears. In moments they were both sobbing, the exhaustion and pain of the war finally hitting them. The goddamned war had taken almost everything they, and all the others in the room had. It was too much. Too much. Too much.

“You are all safe for now. The war is not over, but will soon be. Get some rest. Live to fight another day. There won’t be too many more days. Goodness will be restored.” Dumbledore said with a twinge of sadness to his voice. “The hard part is over. Take comfort in your safety. Take refuge in your life. You existed another day, and that is a win in and of itself. We will win, even if we do it one day at a time.”

BLESS YOUR HEART FOR READING. YOU ARE ASTOUNDING AND I LOVE YOU. I AM SO UNBELIEVABLY SORRY FOR UMMMM NOT WRITING AT ALL, BUT WE BE BACK Y’ALL

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winterrose527 · 6 years ago

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Tell the ones who need to know, that we are heading North

For my baby @octaviahales who gave me the prompt: “ohh Myrcella isn’t really up for Christmas with her family in kings landing so Sansa tells her she can go home with her this break if she wants. she’s really excited to see snow for the first time and when she meets Sansas big brother she’s certain she’s just met the love of her life. and maybe a little jonsa sprinkled in”

***

The train slowed to a stop and Sansa wiggled excitedly next to her as signs for WINTERFELL STATION came into view.

“We’re here, Ella!,” she giggled.

In all her life, Myrcella Baratheon had never known a child quite so excited to be home. She certainly had never approached her family’s estate with anything better than steely resolve and the friends she knew from boarding school all chose to spend holidays elsewhere rather than return to fathers that spent half the time working and the rest of it with their mistress, and their mothers who spent the whole time medicated to forget about what the father was doing.

It had been that thought that had prompted her to tell Sansa Stark, her college roommate turned best friend, that she would be spending her Christmas Break in her Uncle Renley’s empty townhouse rather than go home to the familiar scene.

That had not sat well with Sansa who spoke to her parents every day and often received care packages from her big brother filled with little notes from all her other siblings and lemon cakes from her favorite bakery up North.

“You are absolutely not spending your Christmas Break all alone in a depressing townhouse,” Sansa said.

“It’s actually quite lovely, Loras did a wonderful job redecorating,” she argued.

“You’re coming home with me,” Sansa said in that tone that made Ella understand she would not be denied.

“Don’t you want time just with your family?,” Ella asked, even though she had heard so much about the Starks that she was dying to meet them all. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You can’t intrude. You’re family too,” Sansa said sweetly. “They want to meet you so badly. Come on, Ellabell, it’ll be all cozy sweaters and hot chocolate and cocktail parties.”

And just like that she’d been convinced. It wasn’t the cozy sweaters or the hot chocolate or the cocktail parties that did it, though they were three of her favorite things. It was something so much more simple than that. You’re family too.

“We’re here!,” she said with a grin back.

Sansa’s good mood was infectious and Ella had always been a smile and the world will smile back kind of girl.

They grabbed their handbags and walked over to wear they’d stowed their suitcases.

Sansa went to grab hers just as a group of college aged boys were walking by.

“Hey Legs, you need help with those?,” one of them asked Sansa.

Ella was about to give him a piece of her mind when Sansa let out a happy cry and turned around.

“THEON!,” she cried and hopped into his arms, “I didn’t realised you were on this train!”

“Dovey, Dovey, Dovey,” he sighed and held her tight. He opened his eyes after a moment and grinned at her roguishly, “Whose the angel?”

“Don’t even think about it,” Sansa reprimanded as he set her down.

“I just-,” he started.

“Absolutely not, Greyjoy,” Sansa said firmly, and then fluttered her eyelashes at him, “But if you wanted to help us with our bags…”

Theon chuckled and tugged out Sansa’s suitcase, rolling it towards one of the other boys and then he grabbed hers.

They all exited the train, Theon and Sansa chattering happily about which bar everyone should go to and who was going to beat who down Castle Black Mountain.

She fell into step between two of the other boys who introduced themselves as Pod and Grenn.

“THEON GREYJOY STEP AWAY FROM MY SISTER,” she heard a booming voice call from across the parking lot.

“ROBBY!,” Sansa called, running across the parking lot, stopping traffic completely, as she leapt into the boy’s arms.

He caught her easily and Ella couldn’t help but smile at the scene. She had heard so much about Sansa’s big brother, she’d even spoken to him once when Sansa had drunk dialled him. She’d been a wreck because they’d been out and Harry Hardyng, the most handsome upper classman had asked her out and she’d said no. They’d talked about it and it turned out that Sansa was hopelessly in love with her brother’s best friend, Jon Snow.

After seeing pictures of Jon, Ella couldn’t really blame her, and tried to console her as best she could. She’d gone to pick-up the pizza they’d had delivered from the dorm entrance and come back to find Sansa blabbering incoherently about how awful she was and how she hoped he’d still love her.

“Sansa give me the phone!,” Ella demanded.

“Oh no, now Ellabell is mad atmetooandIloveherRobbyIloveher,” Sansa cried.

“I’m not angry,” she assured her and opened the pizza box, waving it a bit so that the smell would waft, “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Ooh pizza is here, talk to Ellabell she’ssopretty ooh pepperoni!,” Sansa said and handed Ella the phone as she grabbed a slice of pizza.

“Hello, Robb?,” Ella said, blushing stupidly. It wasn’t her fault that Sansa had a picture of her and her big brother on her desk and she’d stared at it a time or two. She wasn’t really sure whose fault that was but she was inclined to say it was Sansa’s. “This is Ella…Baratheon.”

“Ella? Is Sansa okay? What’s wrong with her?,” Robb urged.

“At the moment, a bit too many vodka lemonades,” Ella giggled as Sansa danced around the room with the pizza. “But she’s fine - I promise. I’ll stay up with her and make sure she’s okay.”

“Thanks - sorry, that doesn’t sound like a very fun night for you, - shut up I’ll be right in!,” Robb called to someone.

“It’s alright, she’s done it for me before,” Ella said.

“Is that so?,” he asked and she swore she could hear his grin. “She told me you were the tame one.”

She giggled, “It was my first frat party. I drank the punch.”

“You never drink the punch,” he sighed, “I thought you had an older brother? He should have told you that.”

She shouldn’t be surprised that he knew that. She knew a ton about him. They were probably the two people that Sansa spoke to most in the world.

“Not all big brothers are like you,” she said, getting onto her bed and leaning against the pillows.

“Well, from now on don’t drink the punch, and never put your drink down, and under no - and I mean no circumstances, ever trust a guy who says ‘My ex is crazy.’ Nine times out of ten the girl wasn’t crazy before they started dating.”

She chuckled, “Any crazy exes in your past?”

“Not a one,” he said, “Only very nice girls that I’m not in love with.”

She heard someone calling him in the background.

“Do you need to go? She’ll be alright. I promise,” she told him.

“I’ve got some time,” he said, “So uh…did you guys go out tonight?”

“We were out for a bit and then came back here and that’s when the real fun started… oh that sounded dirty, didn’t it?,” she asked.

He chuckled, “A bit, and if my little sister wasn’t involved I’d press you for details…JUST A MINUTE.”

“You sound very integral to whatever is happening…,” she pointed out.

Not that she was in a rush to get off the phone.

“No uh… it’s just this party thing…,” he said, “It’s stupid.”

“Wait - isn’t it your birthday!?,” she asked, vaguely remembering that Sansa had mentioned that earlier.

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly, “Twenty first…”

“That’s kind of a big deal, you should go!,” she said.

“I guess you’re right…,” he said. “I’d um… Well I’d prefer to… I think I’ve had a lot to drink to because I’m…”

“Hey Robb?,” she asked, to put him out of his misery. “Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks Ella…bell,” he said with that grin.

“Only your sister gets to call me that, and only because I can’t get her to stop!,” she explained, “Anyway, I’d sing to you if I was just a bit drunker, but as it stands, I think you should go have fun.”

“Take a shot of vodka,” he suggested. “What would you sing to me?”

Oh boy. The eldest Starks both overindulged tonight.

“Hmm…,” she teased, “What would I sing to a boy on his twenty first birthday…”

He chuckled, “Oh god. I’m such an idiot. I just… you have a sweet voice. I wouldn’t mind hearing you sing.”

“Maybe one day you will,” she said, “Night Robb.”

“Night Ella.”

“Have you met Stark yet?,” Theon turned around and asked her.

“Not really,” she said awkwardly.

Theon grinned and said, “I can’t wait to see this.”

She was going to ask him what he meant but then they were too busy dodging cars and she didn’t get a chance.

“Stark!,” Theon said.

“Greyjoy!,” Robb said back and they did that weird man hug thing that always seems like they are kind of trying to hurt each other.

“Robby,” Sansa cooed, tugging on Robb’s arm, “This is Ella.”

She stepped forward to offer him her hand and it was only then that she got her first real look at him and then she felt her foot slipping.

Her body fell back until a pair of strong arms caught her. She looked up to find concern in his cerulean eyes and she couldn’t help but giggle because that had been close and now he was and it was all just a bit overwhelming.

“I’m Robb,” he said with a grin.

“I’m sorry,” she apologised and then closed her eyes in embarrassment, “I… I mean I’m Ella.”

“Don’t apologise… Black ice gets everyone,” he said, a dimple appearing though a full smile hadn’t.

“I’ve heard that,” she nodded, wondering at how strong his biceps felt under her hands, “Tricky business.”

“Tricky business,” he said, now with a fully formed grin.

Ella had always been the sort to smile when the world smiled at her, and she was even more inclined when it was a handsome, chivalrous boy, so she smiled back up at him.

“Um, Robb?,” Sansa asked, “Are you going to hold onto her like that the whole trip?”

“If he’s lucky,” Theon said and Sansa hit him.

Robb’s grin faltered though and he let her up. In truth, she hadn’t even realised that he was still cradling her and in spite of the quiet laughter of the others he made sure that she was steady on her feet before he let go.

They broke away from the other boys with promises of seeing one another later on, and Robb opened his trunk and lifted hers and Sansa’s suitcases into it.

She couldn’t help but admire the way those strong biceps lifted them so easily, or the view of his backside as he did.

“So what do you think of the North?,” Sansa asked knowingly in her ear.

“Beautiful country,” she said with a grin.

***

He had known that Ella Baratheon was a pretty girl.

One look at Sansa’s instagram was enough to confirm that, which was covered in pictures of the two of them going on nights out, apple picking, their faces painted at football games.

He’d known she was nice too, one conversation with Sansa this past semester was enough to confirm that, which were all peppered with stories about the two of them on nights out or nights in, of the funny thing Ella had said or the sweet way she’d always brought Sansa tea in the library during midterms.

He had even spoken to her that one time, on his birthday. He hadn’t wanted to go back inside. Not even when Jeyne Westerling was waiting for him. All he’d wanted was to stand out in the cool October air and listen to her melodic giggle. Though he was drunk he could tell that halfway through the call that she’d gotten into bed. Not in a skeevy way, she just sounded comfortable. He’d pictured her and Sansa in their dorm room, artfully decorated, and he could practically feel the warmth of it.

It was entirely possible that he’d developed a crush on just the sound of her voice and the picture of her that he’d had in his mind from all of Sansa’s stories.

That was before she’d fallen right into his arms and looked up at him with those impossible eyes. That was before she’d helped his mom make dinner for everyone and been seated next to his father and made him chuckle. That was before she’d come downstairs ready for their night out in black jeans and a black sweater and high heeled black boots and said to him You’ll warn me if you see black ice, won’t you?

It had seemed like the right thing to do to say Of course, but maybe I’ll stick close just in case?

That was before she had blushed so prettily when she’d smiled at him.

So, now, it was more than possible that he had a crush on her. It was completely undeniable.

They had come to his favorite pub, him and Theon, Pod, Grenn and Jon and the girls. There were others from his class milling about but they’d all stuck together, only stopping to say hello when someone came over to do so.

He’d been catching up with Theon mostly, given that he and Jon went to school together and saw each other every day, and had been watching Ella out of the corner of his eye as she and Sansa tried to convince Pod to hit on different girls in the bar.

“The thing is, beautiful,” Theon was saying to her now though, “You’re just wrong.”

“You’re cute,” she nodded, taking a sip of her gin and tonic, “A good thing too because you’re just plain stupid.”

Sansa giggled at his side and he chuckled. Jon smirked and shook his head, taking a sip of his beer.

“How do you figure?,” Theon asked her.

“Because you’re quite obviously in love with this Ros girl,” Ella sighed, as though she always had to do everything herself.

Theon scoffed and said, “No, I’m not.”

He very much was.

“Have you ever drunk dialled her?,” Ella asked him.

“Course,” Theon nodded, and turned to Grenn and Pod with a grin, “In fact I intend to tonight…”

“At school,” Ella corrected. Robb looked at Theon who colored which told them all that the answer was yes. “Let me ask you this, did you ever stop and wonder why you keep going back to her? Why you don’t like that she is suddenly dating this other guy? Why you cheated on Sansa’s poor friend Jeyne Poole?”

“No,” Theon gulped.

“Well that, beautiful,” Ella said with a grin, “Is what makes you stupid.”

“I’m fucking in love with Ros,” Theon turned to him and said.

“I know,” he said.

“Did you know?,” Theon asked Jon.

“Yeah,” Jon nodded as though Theon was crazy, “I mean it’s a bit obvious…”

“NOT TO ME!,” Theon yelled.

“Okay, shh shh, okay,” Ella said, gesturing to the bartender and then at Theon. Within moments a shot of whiskey was in her hands and she held it to Theon’s lips, “It’s going to be fine. Totally fine. This isn’t a big deal. Just drink this.”

“How is this going to help?,” Theon asked, not taking the shot.

“Because you’re freaking out!,” Ella said.

“I’m not freaking out, you’re freaking out!,” Theon said back at her.

“You’re right,” Ella said and gestured to the bartender again. She made a roundabout motion with her finger and soon they all had shots of whiskey.

“To love,” Sansa said sweetly, “Which always shows itself sooner or later…”

They all clinked and he threw back the shot. They all kind of dispersed after that. Sansa dragged Ella to the makeshift dance floor and Theon went outside, either to go call Ros or have an existential crisis, maybe both. Pod and Grenn finally got the courage to go hit on the two girls they’d been staring at and it left him and Jon alone at the bar.

An upbeat rock song came on and they heard squeals of delight from the dance floor. He turned as did Jon and found Sansa and Ella dancing like their lives depended on it. He rested his back against the bar and sipped his scotch.

“We’ve been around a lot of girls,” Robb started.

“None like them,” Jon finished.

It wasn’t that what they were doing was so different. He knew any number of girls that did exactly that, that were doing exactly what they were doing at this very moment. Even still, he’d always known his sweet little sister was a different kind of girl, and it appeared she’d found a friend worthy of her.

“You gonna tell her?,” Robb asked him.

“Tell her what?,” Jon evaded, sipping his beer.

“Do I need to get Ella to come over here and explain it to you?,” he scoffed.

It was one thing to accept the love his little sister and best friend had for one another, it was a different thing entirely to have to play matchmaker.

“Might give you an excuse to talk to her,” Jon grinned.

“I’m doing just fine on my own,” he grumbled.

“You’ve said about ten words to her all night, though you’ve been staring at her like a serial killer for most of it,” Jon said.

“Well look at her!,” he argued.

Ella was dancing with her arms up, singing the words at Sansa as she wiggled her hips. The teeniest sliver of bare skin appeared between the hem of her sweater and the edge of her jeans and he wondered what the skin felt like there.

Oh my god I even think like a serial killer.

“Yeah, I get it,” Jon said, “She’s beautiful and sweet and funny and bright. I’m not questioning why you want her, I’m questioning what you’re going to do about it.”

“I am going to go to the bathroom,” he mimicked his tone.

“How is that going to help?,” Jon asked in confusion.

“Well… it’s not… I just have to pee…,” he mumbled.

Jon smirked at him and he scoffed, knocking the rest of his drink down and heading to the bathroom.

It took him a while to get back to where he’d been standing because he’d run into a bunch of people from high school and he’d had to make small talk with each of them.

Jon was nowhere to be found when he got back, and in fact, the only person from his group who was at the bar was Ella.

She wasn’t alone though.

She was talking to a guy he vaguely remembered. He thought he might have been in Sansa’s class or the class in between theirs. He was saying something to Ella and squeezed her arm to punctuate the point. Ella was nodding, twirling a lock of hair behind her back. He couldn’t see her face but she looked bored to him.

He walked right over to them and put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them gently. She jumped slightly and he pressed a kiss to the back of her head. Oh my god what is that scent?

“Sorry baby, I got held up,” he told her, coming to her side and throwing his arm around her.

She turned to look at him like he was crazy and she said, “Oh um…that’s okay. I was just… talking to Trystane… I think you guys went to school together?”

“Hey Stark,” Trystane said and Robb nodded at him. “Well uh…I guessed I’d better go. Nice meeting you Ella…”

“Nice meeting you too, have a good night,” she said sweetly.

When Trystane walked away he reluctantly let go of her and shifted so that he was across from her, one side leaned up against the bar.

“You’re welcome,” he said to her.

“For what?,” she asked with a furrowed brow, “Interrupting the perfectly nice conversation I was having with the cute boy?”

“….Yes….,” he said, though now he wasn’t so sure.

In truth, he hadn’t really known if she was bored or not. Or uncomfortable. He just didn’t like seeing another guy hitting on her. That was his plan for the night.

She giggled and said, “Thank you. Perfectly nice bores me to tears.”

“Good thing I’m an asshole then,” he said with a grin.

She blushed but recovered quickly and said, “You’re a liar is what you are.”

He shrugged and bit his lip to keep his smile from widening, signalling the bartender for another round of drinks.

“So, Ella, what do you like to do?,” he asked.

“What do I like to do?,” she asked him.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning into his lame question and her at the same time, “What’s your favorite thing that you’ve ever done?”

She pressed her back against the bar and looked up at him with those wide jade eyes again. He felt like a predator and he knew he was looking down at her hungrily.

“Me? I’ve never done anything,” she said with a shake of her head. She either had no idea how tantalising she was or she was an incredible actress. He wasn’t sure that he much minded either way though. “I’d like to though,” and gave a small smile to herself that told him it was the former, “I think I’d like to do just about everything in this world.”

“Want some company?,” he asked.

She giggled and took a sip of the drink that he handed to her.

“Do lines like that actually work up North?,” she asked with a raise of one perfect eyebrow.

“You tell me,” he said with a grin.

It hadn’t been a line. He’d just said it, because it would be nice to do anything with her and he had the sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t mind keeping her company for some time. Even still, he liked this game and how it made their surroundings disappear.

“They might do,” she said with another sip and narrowed her eyes at him haughtily, “If you were as charming as you think you are.”

He chuckled. She was such a strange mix of innocence and bravado that it was dizzying.

“I don’t think I’m charming,” he said honestly, and took a small step closer to her, “But you do.”

“What are you doing?,” she asked him curiously.

“Flirting with you,” he admitted.

“Why?,” she asked, as a smile overtook her face slowly.

“Can’t seem to help it. Can’t seem to want to help it,” he confided.

She scrunched her nose adorably as though she was giving it much thought and said, “Then you may continue.”

Now that he had permission he wasn’t entirely sure what to say. She looked at him expectantly, taking a small sip of her drink and setting it down again.

“What did I tell you about that?,” he asked her.

“You remember that?,” she asked.

“I remember telling you not to drink the punch and not to put your drink down and not to ever trust a guy who says-“

“That his ex is crazy,” she finished with a grin. She looked down and when her head peered back up there was a blush on her cheeks, “I thought you were drunk.”

“I was,” he allowed, then grinned, “You still owe me a song by the way.”

She chuckled, “I’m not nearly drunk enough for that.”

“Can we get another round of shots over here?”

***

She woke up in bed next to a Stark.

She certainly hadn’t intended on it. She had a guest room all to herself. But it had been so very late when they’d gotten home and they’d been so drunk and they’d been laughing so hard so it had felt very natural just to lay down and continue the conversation.

“Morning sleepyhead,” Sansa said.

It was always eerie when her roommate did that. She didn’t even have to look at her and she’d know she’d woken up. In fact, Sansa still had her eye mask on and she knew.

“You’re a witch,” Ella said, turning on her side and pushing the eye mask up, “I’m sure of it.”

“No you just finally stopped talking about Robb so I knew you must have woken up,” Sansa said.

“I do not talk in my sleep,” Ella giggled.

Sansa liked to pretend that she made all kinds of promises in her sleep. That she’d do her laundry and take her for lemon cakes and ditch her first class of the day so they could curl up and watch an old movie.

“But if you did, it would be about Robb, wouldn’t it?,” Sansa asked her.

“Is that weird? I’m so sorry, nothing’s happened and if it’s too odd then I’ll just nip it right in the bud and - you’re my best friend Sansa, I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable,” she said honestly.

“Ha, first of all, there is no way Robb would allow that. I’ve never seen that boy infatuated before. Second of all, it weirdly isn’t weird. At all. Like I think I ship you two… and third of all, you’re my best friend and if I think I’d deny you or my brother the chance of being happy then you’re absolutely crazy,” Sansa said.

“Really?,” Ella asked, “Oh Sansa, really?”

She hurled her body at Sansa’s and hugged her. She meant what she said. If it was weird for Sansa she wouldn’t pursue anything with Robb but oh god did she want to.

He was so handsome and charming and fun and he was just a little bit roguish but still awkward and sweet and he just made her giddy.

“I’m um, going to go back to my room and then get ready, want to take a walk or something?,” she asked.

“Oh well…,” Sansa blushed, “Jon…wanted to take me somewhere this morning. Will you be alright here on your own?”

“Ahhhhh!,” Ella said, because she completely shipped Sansa and Jon. “Yes, of course. Ooh wear that new blue sweater you bought the other day. Come and find me when you get back, I need all the details.”

With that she peppered Sansa’s cheek in kisses and got up. She looked down, she didn’t remember putting on pajamas but she was wearing a pair of boxers and a tank top. She didn’t feel like putting her clothes back on from the night before so she exited that way.

And collided right into a very large, wet chest.

“Oh my god,” she said, her hands lingering on the ab muscles more than they probably needed to.

“H-hey,” Robb said, gripping his towel, “My um…shower’s broken so I was using Bran’s…”

She nodded, her gaze trailing over the tuft of chest hair and his well defined muscles.

“Are those…my boxers?,” he asked.

She turned beet red and said, “Um… I honestly have no idea…”

He chuckled, “Well they look good on you. You should definitely keep them.”

“Well considering your outfit of choice,” she said, gesturing to his towel, “You don’t really need them anyway, do you?”

You’re just an absolute idiot, aren’t you? This is why you’re a virgin.

To her immense surprise he turned beet red and readjusted his towel.

“Do you say these things just to make me blush or are you entirely unaware of how dirty you sound half the time?,” he asked her with half-smile.

“Honestly, I think it’s a little bit of column A, little bit of column B,” she admitted.

He nodded and said, “Well uh… what are you and Sansa up to this morning?”

“She’s going somewhere, and I’m sticking around here,” she said, not wanting to give away that Sansa was going somewhere with Jon, in case neither of them had told him.

“Great!,” he said, “I mean… it would be great if… why am I doing this in a towel?… can I take you somewhere?”

“Sure! Let me just um… go get ready and I’ll meet you downstairs…,” she said, fighting the urge to do a happy dance.

They parted ways and she hopped in the shower and very speedily dried her hair and brushed her teeth. She pulled on jeans and a big cream turtleneck and pulled on ski socks and her snow boots and grabbed her long winter coat and hat.

She went down the stairs and found some of the younger Starks along with Ned.

“Well hello there,” Ned said with a chuckle when he saw her, “You kids sure had fun last night…”

“I’m so sorry if we were loud when we came in…,” she said.

“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart,” Catelyn said as she came into the room, “You and Jon had quite a job before you trying to wrangle our eldest children. I swear at one point Sansa was somehow being carried by you and trying to pick you up.”

Ella covered her mouth and giggled, “She’s very ambitious.”

“She is at that. Robb said to tell you he’d meet you outside in the driveway,” Catelyn said.

Catelyn and Ned shared a look and a small smile and Ella was pretty sure she was blushing all the way down to her toes as she thanked them and walked through to the front hall and then out to the driveway.

She saw Robb and started to walk towards him.

“Wait!,” he said, running forward with a bag of something in his hand, “Don’t move.”

She stopped moving but he didn’t, he lost his footing and slid right towards her. He ditched the bag and he banged right into her and they fell to the ground.

She landed on top of of him, and he had artfully landed in a snowbank, having twisted to avoid them going down on the pavement.

“Black ice?,” she asked.

“Its um… a tricky business,” he said with a grin, straightening her hat.

His hand lingered on the back of her head and their breath was intermingling in the cold morning air and he was looking at her with those cerulean eyes of his.

“Tricky business,” she repeated.

His lips were warm when he pressed them against hers and she sunk against him further. She felt it all the way down in her toes and smiled against his lips.

When they parted they were both a little starry eyed and he smiled up at her like he’d been wanting to do that for some time, even though they’d only officially met yesterday.

He rolled them over and got off of her, pulling her up.

“Hold onto me,” he told her.

If you insist.

He lead her over to his car and let her in the passenger side. He jogged around to the driver’s side and hopped in, pulling out of the long driveway.

“So where are you taking me?,” she asked.

“You’ll see,” he evaded, turning on the radio, “You know your older brother really is shit because he should have told you not to get in cars with boys you don’t know.”

“He’s the worst,” she agreed and narrowed her eyes at him, “And you conveniently left that off your list of warnings…”

“Did I?,” he grinned, “Hmm, must have been an oversight.”

She bit the inside of her cheek and looked out the window. It really was a beautiful country and it looked like the inside of a snow globe, with everything dusted in fresh powder. The sun reflected on the snow and it practically glistened.

She turned to look at him and found him smiling.

“What?,” she asked.

“I knew you’d have a sweet voice,” he said.

She blushed, she hadn’t even realised she’d been singing along to the radio. She was a total goner.

“Let’s hear yours…,” she prompted.

He chuckled, “No way. You only like me right now, I’ve got to make sure you’re head over heels in love with me before I let you hear that.”

“You intend on sticking around long enough for me to fall in love with you?,” she asked.

He looked at her like she was crazy and said, “The first night we talked, I had 100 people inside who had just thrown me a surprise party and all I wanted to do was stand outside and talk to you. I told you last night, I’d like to keep you company while you do everything you want. And besides… I don’t think it’ll take that long for you to fall in love with me, probably only twice as long as it’ll take me to fall in love with you…”

She bit her lip to hide her grin, “Do lines like that really work up North?”

“You tell me.”

#fanfiction #modern au #christmas au #robbcella #minor jonsa #fluff

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Trouble Maker | Shin Ho Seok | One-Shot

wonho (monstax) + you (reader) word count: 7,309 warnings: um yeah so this is a stepbrother!au but technically the parents aint married yet so its more a future stepbrother shitstorm if that makes it any better for your moral compass lol heads up for a tiny bit of underage drinking but mainly car sex and fingering and oral and some blunt dirty talk but i know some of yall are like me and that definitely floats our boats hehe a/n: chatting with my friend and she told me about her dream jon snow was gonna be her stepbrother and they rage fucked each other because they were so bitter about it and i thought wow what a fantastic idea can i write that and she gave me her blessing lol so here we go thanks darling

It was a grey, stormy day when my father called me down to the kitchen for what he deemed a family meeting. Naturally, my mood was sour. My dad was a strait-laced commander in the military and when he summoned me for a father-daughter discussion, I rarely left happy.

Dragging my feet into the kitchen, I hopped on to one of the stools and folded my arms across the bar. Dad moved in front of me on the other side and prepared two cups of hot tea, dropping a slice of lemon in each.

“When are we moving?” I asked irritably, assuming our years in this country were over with and it was time for the next station.

He glanced up from the tea cups with a smile and said, “Surprise. We are here to stay for good, but that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“You’re being kept here permanently?” I questioned, understandably skeptical. South Korea had been our home for the past five years and truth be told, I rather loved the place, but I had been uprooted enough times to never fall too in love with anything.

Dad handed me my cup and I sipped the tea gingerly, careful not to burn my mouth. It ran down my throat hotly and I hummed my approval. I never questioned what Dad put in the concoction, but I always slept like a baby afterward and dreamed pleasant dreams.

I safely assumed it was a peace offering.

Bracing his hands on the counter, my Dad fixated his eyes on me and waited until he had snared my undivided attention. Then, he declared, “I’m getting married.”

If there had been any liquid in my mouth, I would have spit it out. That explained the pause.

“Married?” I exclaimed.

“Yes, now before you freak out…” he started calmly.

“To that divorced lady you’ve been dating for six months?” I shouted, voice cracking.

Dad held up his hands and grew stern when he continued, “Seven months and yes, she was married before. So was I.”

“Mom died,” I was quick to remind. “There’s a big difference.”

Dad exhaled, noting the way my face had tensed at the mere mention of my mother. “Baby girl, you gave me your blessing when I started dating again. I waited until you were ready and out of respect to your mother.”

I leaned back in my chair, lowering my head as tears gathered in my eyes.

Dad stepped around the counter quickly, pulling me into his arms and doing his best to soothe me.

“How could you do this to Mom?” I sobbed into my hands. “Didn’t you love her?”

“Of course, I loved her,” my father chided, borderline angry I had posed such a question. “I loved her with every fiber of my being. But she’s gone and she would have wanted us to move on.”

I recoiled and instantly angled away from my father, closing myself off from him and hiding my face behind my long hair.

He called my name softly, but I didn’t respond. In my eyes, in that moment, the devoted relationship we’d had was over.

And I swore I would never forgive him for giving me a stepmother and a stepbrother.

The next morning, I was dressed to impress. Despite already hating these people I had yet to meet, I wanted to knock their socks off when they looked at me.

Stepping outside in my short sundress, my dad flinched and whined, “Do you have to wear that?”

Referring to how the garment hugged my curves, I snorted, “I’m a woman, Dad. This is what we look like.”

He groaned and opened the car door for me. Little did he know, I had made it my new personal mission in life to make him absolutely miserable.

Maybe I hated him. I despised that he could even speak of my mother the way he did. That she wanted us - she wanted me - to move on. Was he implying she would have wanted me to embrace a new mother?

It made me sick and a bitter taste remained in my mouth for the rest of the day.

“You said she has a son?” I asked, staring out the window as the trees ticked by.

“Yes, he is from a previous relationship before she was married,” my dad informed.

“So she and her husband didn’t have any kids together?”

“No, they didn’t and I believe she said her boy is the same age as you.”

“Wow, a pair of teenagers in the same house. How will we entertain ourselves?” I droned with disdain.

My dad furrowed his brow. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, Daddy,” I crooned. “Nothing at all.”

The car rolled to a stop outside the ritzy-looking country club. I knew my Dad came here often to play golf with his fellow high-ranking military officials. The food was pretty good and the veranda was to die for with its view of the gardens.

My father pulled out a chair for me like the gentleman he was and I sat at the white-clothed table seated on a private overlook. Apparently, we had arrived first.

The two of us sat in silence. Dad constantly looked to me, expecting a conversation to start at some point. Normally, he and I talked about anything and everything. I could make him laugh until his face turned red.

Not anymore. I was content to never speak to him again for as long as I lived.

He blinked slowly, sadly. Maybe it was then that the same realization hit him.

A few minutes later, he called out to someone and my heart raced. I kept my eyes on the gardens and swallowed the lump in my throat. Though I wanted to be an absolute brat, I reminded myself that this boy was probably in the same boat I was emotionally.

With a grumble, I rose from my chair and finally turned around.

My father ushered in a beautiful, small woman trailed by a stocky, handsome boy. I was even more annoyed, hoping he would be an ugly jerk, but as I watched him bow and address my father with respect, I forced away my frown.

My father spoke my name and introduced, “This is Sunghwa and her son, Wonho.”

“Hello,” I greeted the woman who was to be my new stepmother and added, “You’re very pretty.”

“As are you,” she beamed. “Very beautiful.”

I thanked her and turned to her son, mirroring his bow in silence and awkwardly shuffling back to my seat.

I promise I’m not exaggerating when I say Wonho and I didn’t utter a single word during the brunch. My father and his wife-to-be gabbled back and forth like love-struck kids and the sight made it hard for me to keep food down.

My future stepbrother and I ate our meals and wallowed in the silence until my father suggested a walk through the gardens.

“You two go,” I was quick to interject, locking eyes with Wonho. “I want to order some dessert.”

Wonho cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t argue.

The engaged couple was more than happy for some alone time and bid their goodbyes before practically skipping hand-in-hand toward the veranda.

“Did I hear someone mention dessert?” asked the waiter, Minsoo. He and I knew each other very well, considering my father brought me to this place regularly.

Glancing up at him, I gave him a smile and said, “Yes, a big glass of tea laced with lots of vodka, please.”

Wonho gawked at me in disbelief before a tiny smirk crept over his lips.

Meanwhile, Minsoo rolled his eyes and groaned, “You owe me.”

“Pfft, like hell I do,” I retorted. “I got you a date with Hyomin.”

“It was horrible,” he exclaimed under his breath.

I waved him away, running out of tolerance for his whining. “That’s not my fault. Can I get my drink now, please? Trust me when I say I need it.”

He droned, “Coming right up. But you owe me.”

“Fine. I owe you. Get on with it.”

Minsoo scurried toward the kitchen and I slouched backwards into my chair, crossing my legs and angling toward the view of the gardens.

“Aren’t you eighteen?” asked Wonho blithely.

“Yep,” I replied.

“Drinking age here is nineteen,” he told me, nonchalant it seemed for the time being.

“I’ve lived here six years, but thank you for bringing me up to speed,” I snapped, letting my sarcasm reign free. “Tattle if you want.”

Wonho rubbed a finger over his lip pensively and asked with subtle interest, “What will your father do if you get drunk?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not gonna get drunk off of one glass of tea and vodka.”

Minsoo approached with drink in hand.

My eyes lit up and I gave him an over exaggerated grin as I greeted, “Ooh, speak of the devil.”

Minsoo shuffled nervously and murmured under his breath, “Do you think Hyomin will give me another chance?”

“Jesus, Minsoo, I can only do so much as a wingman.”

My waiter friend cleared out and I downed a mouthful of my drink.

“So, we’re going to be siblings soon. Aren’t you excited?” I asked with feigned glee.

Wonho merely glared momentarily before taunting, “My Mom went on and on about how you’re such a good girl. At least, that’s what your Dad told her.”

I snickered. “Those days are over. I’ve been very well-behaved, but that’s because my mom died and I wanted to be nice to him. Now, I can see he’s obviously not grieving anymore and I’m going to be his worst fucking nightmare.”

Just as I set my drink down, Wonho snatched it and to my surprise, took a big gulp. After a pause, he met my eyes and asked, “How can I help?”

I smiled devilishly.

“But what’s wrong with our parents being happy?” Wonho questioned a moment later, pretending to be presented with the biggest moral dilemma of his life.

“I wanna be happy, too,” I crooned, swirling the straw in my drink between my fingers. “Why can’t we do things that make us happy, too? Like being the teenagers that we are.”

“I’m mad she’s getting remarried,” Wonho groaned, taking the tea as I handed it to him for another gulp. “I won’t act like I’m not.”

I shrugged. “She was married before. What’s another time?”

Wonho’s face tensed with anger as he explained, “She’s from one man to the next and never gives a damn about me.”

Snorting, I teased, “Are you saying your mom’s a slut?”

Wonho snatched the glass of tea and helped himself. “What about you?” he asked.

My brows lifted at the inquiry. “Am I slut?”

He nodded and his gaze was glaringly obvious as it traveled down my body.

“No,” I finally responded. “But I could open up to the idea.”

“That was fast,” Wonho said with a laugh and the sound made me smile.

I downed the rest of my drink and rose from my chair, whispering, “How’s this for fast? I’m going to the bathroom. Wait a minute or two and come find me. If you want, of course.”

He gaped briefly before winking his approval.

Striding away, I found the ladies’ room and pushed the door inward, immediately checking the stalls for privacy. With the coast clear, I approached the sinks and smoothed down my dress with a heavy sigh. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I gazed in wonder at how I had changed so much in the past twenty-four hours. I was hurt and overcome with rage.

I snapped from my thoughts when there was a knock at the door. Cracking it open, there stood Wonho and I grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulling him inside. He was quick to lock the door behind us, but the moment he turned back around to face me, our bodies collided and our lips met.

We both tasted of tea and vodka and I couldn’t have been thirstier. I could feel both of us smiling through the kisses, knowing this was stupid and reckless, but we were both too broken to care.

Wonho backed me clumsily into the granite counter, teasing his tongue over my bottom lip until I gave him entrance to my mouth. My fingers found his biceps, squeezing at the feel of hard, bulging muscles beneath. After tracing my touches over his firm shoulders, marveling the iron feel of his back, I reached behind myself and gripped the counter. Wonho looked for my hands, missing them on his body, and noticed what I was doing. He grabbed my thighs, hauling me with ease to the counter.

The granite was cold and my skirt did little to block the chill, but I was too busy locking my ankles behind his hips to give a proper shit. Gripping his face and running my fingers into his smooth hair, our lips parted and Wonho moved his mouth to the side of my neck, biting gently before kissing and sucking at my skin.

I tipped my head back, humming through my pleasure and closing my eyes. “Do you think our parents will be as angry as we are when they find out their kids had been fucking?” I asked snidely.

Wonho stopped his kisses just long enough to growl, “Worse.”

I chuckled and reached for his shirt, proceeding to undo the top buttons.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and we broke away loudly as someone jiggled the handle, quickly shouting for an attendant to have the facilities opened.

“Shit,” Wonho groaned.

“We’ll have to finish this later,” I panted.

He nodded and swallowed to wet his dry throat. “Where?”

“Are you a good climber?”

“Maybe,” he sang with a playful grin.

“I’ll leave my window open.”

Wonho interjected, “Or I can offer to drive you home.”

I clapped my hands and cheered, “Yeah, that’s better. They’ll be happy to get even more time away from us.”

Leaning forward, we shared a quick kiss before Wonho helped me down from the counter. The knocks grew more insistent and I looked to my new partner in crime for an escape.

“Follow my lead,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around my waist and tucking me closely to his side.

Unlocking the door, a woman’s eyes widened at the sight of us and I could see the accusatory glare slowly taking over her face.

“Do you think you can make it to the car, sis?” Wonho asked sweetly.

I nodded. “Yeah, just please don’t let me fall.”

“I would never,” Wonho coaxed, offering his most innocent smile to the woman as she passed by us toward the stalls.

“Is she alright?” the stranger asked.

“Almost fainted. Splashing water on her face seemed to help.”

“Oh, dear. I hope you feel better.”

“Thank you,” I managed feebly, letting Wonho partially carry me out of the bathroom.

The moment we were in the clear, I turned to him and we burst into laughter.

“That was so fucking close,” he murmured.

“My heart was pounding,” I replied, putting a hand over my chest.

“More so than when you were making out with me?” he asked playfully, lifting his eyebrows up and down.

I pushed his arm and whined, “Hey, keep it down!”

“Alright, alright. Get on with the plan. Call your Dad.”

“What’s the rush?” I teased, pulling out my phone and wiggling it in my hand. “Are you that excited to get me naked?”

“Uh, obviously.”

I chortled and dialed my father. Given that he was frolicking through the gardens with his soon to be trophy wife, I was surprised he picked up at all.

“Yes, darling?”

I put on my best simper and began, “Daddy, I’m not feeling too well. Something I ate isn’t agreeing with me. Or maybe it’s the heat.”

Wonho met my mischievous eyes and borderline snorted.

“I’m on my way,” began my father, as if he were reading from a manual.

“Actually, Wonho offered to drive me home,” I quickly interrupted. “And that way you can stay out with your fiancée longer.”

My father was suspicious when he droned, “That’s generous of him.”

“Yeah, he’s annoying and mopey, but at least he’ll be easy to get rid of when I get home,” I lied, raking my tongue over my lip when Wonho gave me an irritated glare.

“Be nice to him. He’ll be your brother soon.”

“Don’t remind me,” I snarled.

“See you in a couple hours, honey,” he chirped.

“Bye, Daddy.”

“Is it wrong if I like the way you say Daddy?” Wonho teased.

I smacked his chest gently and chided, “Yes, it is.”

“Let’s get going.”

As he drove, one hand lazily on the wheel, I looked Wonho up and down like I was picking out my steak at an expensive restaurant. Reaching over, I grabbed his arm and squeezed the muscles with my fingers. Then, I moved to his chest, tracing my fingertips over his dress shirt.

“You’re shredded under that, aren’t you?” I quipped.

“Yep.”

“I’m gonna bite the shit out of you,” I warned playfully.

He clocked a brief glance at me and threatened, “Then, I’m gonna bruise the shit out of you.”

“Go for the thighs,” I cooed, crossing my legs and inevitably bringing his gaze to my bared skin. “I’ve always wanted to know what I would look like with marked up thighs.”

“What? No dude has ever been rough enough with you?”

“Ugh, I wish. For me, it’s been nothing but gentle missionary.”

Wonho laughed. “Too bad our parents didn’t hook up sooner.”

“I actually agree.”

My eyes traveled southward and my hand inevitably followed. Wonho sucked in a hard breath when I discovered the hard bulge in his pants.

“I didn’t know you got hard while we were making out?” I teased with glee.

Wonho grabbed my wrist with his free hand to stop me from palming him, snapping, “Why do you think I was in such a hurry to get out of there?”

“The mystery is solved,” I exclaimed, then I slid closer and whispered, “How big is it?”

“Big.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He was quick to add, “Legendary.”

I laughed and teased him, “Well, no one has been inside me for over a year. Are you sure you’ll fit?”

He shuddered visibly and squeezed my wrist a little tighter. “You gonna be a good girl and open up for me?”

Now it was my turn to shiver and I looked down as Wonho easily pulled my hand away, bringing it to my own lap. He used his forearm to press against my stomach, pushing me back into my seat. Then, his hand dipped beneath my skirt.

I let out a ragged breath when he pulled my dress higher and higher until it draped over the tops of my thighs.

“We’re so gonna crash,” I whimpered, holding his forearm as his fingers proceeded to run up and down my slit over my underwear.

“I’m watching the road,” Wonho reminded and it dawned on me he hadn’t actually taken his eyes off the highway this entire time.

I gulped and thanked the heavens silently that I had showered and shaved this morning.

“Someone feels wet,” Wonho growled, pushing at my clothed clit with his thick fingers.

“Oh, shit,” I whined, tipping my head back and colliding harshly into the car seat. Gripping his burly arm, I stroked my palm over his silky skin like he was my anchor.

“Tell me if I need to stop,” he ordered firmly under his breath.

I nodded my understanding.

Wonho pushed aside my panties and dipped two fingers toward my entrance. I adjusted my position on the seat to give him access and lowered my head to sink my teeth into his clothed bicep as he pushed his digits into me slightly.

It had been so long since I had been touched and the rush of danger and rage the two of us shared was a combination I had no idea could get such a visceral reaction out of me.

“Fuck, you are a tight, little thing, aren’t you?” Wonho growled, rolling his hand to get his fingers deeper and deeper.

I whimpered, winching my eyes closed. Feeling my walls stretching to accept him had never felt so good.

“Oh, god,” I rasped, moving my hips to the same pace as his hand. “Pull over.”

“Hang in there, sweetheart,” he crooned. “We’re almost home.”

Wonho was trying to sound tougher than me, but I could hear the strain in his voice and I was convinced the strain in his pants was probably much worse. The sound of my arousal coating his fingers, the way it seemed to echo in the car, was all too much. My face felt hot and my heart was beating wildly.

“Wonho,” I panted, propping a hand against the roof of the car and arching my hips as his fingers picked up speed. “I swear to god. Pull the car over so I can ride your fucking cock.”

That did the trick.

Wonho tapped the brakes and pulled off a sharp turn to a dirt path. We had been on a highway surrounded by trees. The country club was outside the city and nestled at the base of the mountains. It wasn’t surprising he found a dirt road to a small fishing spot.

The moment the car was in park, Wonho tore off his seat belt and pounced on me. I welcomed him with open arms, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him to me as our lips met in a loud collision of teeth and tongues.

“The back seat is tinted,” he managed to tell me between kisses while unbuckling my safety belt.

“No one can see in?”

“Nope.”

I braced my hands on his chest and smiled at the bemused look that took over his flushed face. Then, I turned and clambered to the safety of the back seat. He was a fraction of a second behind me and I rolled to my back on the cushions, reaching under my dress and grabbing my panties. Wonho rubbed his hands up my smooth thighs and helped tug the material down until he could pull them from my ankles. I kicked off my shoes and spread my legs, inviting him between them.

To my surprise, Wonho dropped to his stomach and ducked his head under my dress. Just as I was about to ask him what the hell he was doing, I felt his breath on my core.

“Fu…” I started, reaching out to grab the seats with my hands, inevitably scratching the leather when I couldn’t get a solid grip.

Wonho leisurely raked the flat of his tongue up my lower lips before giving my clit a gentle, open-mouth kiss. My chest began heaving for breath and adrenaline raced down my legs. I mentally chastised myself for getting this worked up, but it had been such a long time since someone fucked me up like this.

“Wonho,” I cried out desperately for him as he continued sucking on my clit, moving his head from side to side ever so slowly as he did. Occasionally, he broke away to sink his teeth into the flesh of my inner thigh.

I writhed on the seat, constantly moving underneath him with the way he tortured me. He teased my clit with delicate precision, drawing out every lap of his tongue and every pass of his lips. The sounds he made as his mouth played with my core ricocheted into my ears until they filled with a dull pound.

Arching my back, I closed my eyes and licked my lips, humming with pleasure. Wonho smiled against my folds and looped his muscly arms around my thighs, kneading at my flesh while he reduced me to nothing.

My breaths caught in my throat as he darted his tongue into my entrance and my hips jerked involuntarily against his face when he returned to sucking on my clit.

“Hm?” Wonho finally replied to my shouts of his name.

“I didn’t know,” I stuttered, swallowing to dampen my dry throat from the embarrassing amount of panting I was doing. “You wanted to eat me out.”

“I’m not gonna be that guy that sticks my big dick in a girl that isn’t wet enough to take it,” he told me calmly, kissing my hip bone between his words.

Gulping rather loudly, I stared at the ceiling and asked, “A-am I wet enough for you yet?”

“Yeah, you have been,” Wonho replied in a taunt. “But I am really getting off on watching the way you squirm.”

I reached down and yanked up my dress, finally exposing his head and grabbing a handful of blonde hair. “You little – I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

Just as I had been about to insult him for teasing me, Wonho went back to my clit, tonguing and biting at the bundle of nerves with a vengeance. My thighs instinctively clamped down on both sides of his head as a buffer for the onslaught of pleasure I felt and a howl left my mouth.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Wonho commented, lifting to rest on his elbows.

I mirrored his moves, glancing down at him and feeling suddenly nervous. “Why did you stop?”

He let out a long, conflicted exhale and said, “I’m giving you a chance to change your mind.”

“Why would I do that?” I asked incredulously.

He cocked his head, unconvinced. “Because you’re only doing this to piss off your father.”

“Maybe. Maybe at first, but…” I trailed, glancing away.

“What?”

With a shrug, I admitted timidly, “I had no idea you were as hurt and angry as I was. I thought I was alone.”

Wonho smiled and stroked my thigh, craning down to peck a few affectionate kisses along my knee. When he finished, he asked sheepishly, “You wanna be friends?”

“Friends that rage fuck on a regular basis?” I clarified with a tilt of my head.

He bobbed his head in agreement and sang, “In my professional opinion, it would be a good coping mechanism for both of us.”

I snickered. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Wonho’s face turned serious as he added, “I have a condition, though.”

“Let me hear it.”

“You’re not a slut and I’m not gonna let you turn into one just to get back at your Dad. If we start fucking, you don’t fuck anyone else.”

That surprised me and I chose to hide behind my humor. “Ugh, who am I gonna fuck? I don’t like anyone. I pretty much hate people in general.”

Wonho stroked my thigh again and crooned, “You just met me.”

“Yeah, but we’re about to be living in the same house for a while.”

“True. So?”

For a moment, I paused, then relented, “Alright, I won’t fuck anyone else. What about you?”

“I won’t fuck anyone else either, if that’s what you want.”

I nodded and said, “I’m all about equality.”

“Deal.”

“Okay, let’s get on with this horrible lapse in moral judgment.”

He grinned mischievously. “As you wish.”

I rolled my eyes.

Wonho kneeled between my thighs and fiddled with his belt. I stayed on my back, arms splayed at my sides as I watched him with bated breath. When he finally pulled his length free, I laughed in disbelief.

“You weren’t kidding,” I exclaimed.

“You think I would use the word legendary so loosely?”

I snorted and crooned, “I’ll never doubt you again.”

“Good,” he coaxed, pumping his fist around his member. “Think you’re ready to take this cock then?”

“Fuck, yes.”

I licked my lips as I watched him settle lower. His dick was slightly above average in length, but it was the girth that had my attention. The boy was thick everywhere else. It was no surprise his equipment would follow suit.

Our eyes met as he grabbed my thighs with his arms and spread me farther. His hands slid softly up my legs, grabbing my knees in his firm hands and holding them up in the air.

“Take your shirt off,” I suddenly demanded, feeling sweat gathering behind my neck.

Wonho shook his head and exhaled, “In a sec, trouble maker. I gotta be in you now.”

I couldn’t agree more. My pussy was throbbing ever since the loss of his mouth and at the sight of his girth, my core was pulsing with desire.

Swallowing to wet my dry throat, I grabbed his arms as Wonho propped himself over me. When his hand left my side and moved to guide himself inside of me, I pulled him closer until I could sink my teeth into his shoulder.

“Wonho,” I shouted as he pushed his cock into my entrance and slid forward slowly. It didn’t matter how slow he was, I was stretched to the max and it was phenomenal.

Wonho slid a hand in my hair and gripped me close to his chest as he settled to the hilt in my velvet walls. “Fuck,” he groaned under his breath, rocking his hips slightly to drive forward, gentle as could be.

On my back in his car, I howled his name and set my nails into his clothed shoulders as he thrust his hips back and forth, plunging into me hard over and over.

Wonho rutted his length sharply into me, a resounding smack echoing in the car. My entire body jolted in place from the harshness of his movement and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

With a whimper, I reached up to toy my fingers through his hair, holding tightly while he gripped my waist. After another thrust of his hips, I mewled at the pressure and locked my ankles behind his back.

Wonho quickly brought his mouth to mine, breaths passing through each other’s lips. Sweat had already begun to bead around his hairline and I took my time staring at his face, especially his eyes and the way his pupils had blown out.

“Does it hurt?” he asked me, rasping.

I shook my head insistently, worried if I didn’t convince him, he might turn gentle. “No,” I told him. “It’s good. You feel so good.”

The edge of his mouth crooked up in a short smile. He stole a quick kiss before returning his attention to where our bodies met and locked together.

“Damn it, gentle missionary,” Wonho suddenly growled.

“Huh?” I questioned, forgetting my words from earlier.

Wonho gripped my waist and turned, trading our places and putting me on top. Having very little experience in the saddle, I stared down at him with wide, anxious eyes. When I didn’t move, Wonho narrowed his gaze and grabbed my ass with both hands, kneading the flesh before giving both cheeks a healthy slap.

“Get riding,” he ordered, voice husky and thick with arousal.

Letting my hips rise and fall, I kept eye contact with him to see how I was doing until it became too much for me. Swirling myself around him and letting his cock stroke against my sweet spot, I easily decided I was a big fan of being on top.

“How is this?” I asked unsurely.

Wonho fussed, “Do what feels good to you, baby. I promise, I will like it.”

I chortled, “Easy to please?”

“In this tight pussy, yes.”

I gleamed and propped my hands on his burly chest, arching my hips and letting my ass bounce up and down, smacking into the tops of his thighs loudly. My fingers clawed at the material of his shirt and I went to work getting it off of him, wanting badly to feel his skin against my fingertips.

Wonho helped tear the dress shirt free of his body and my mouth watered at his chiseled form beneath me. I stroked my palms up and down his firm pecs, teasing my nails over his hard nipples with every pass. As I kept riding him, letting his length slide back and forth within my walls, Wonho felt it was only fair to discard the dress I was wearing.

In a flash, he grabbed the garment and yanked it over my head, leaving me in only my bra. Wonho reached up and cupped my face, tracing a thumb over my bottom lip as I gaped for breath. Then, his fingers caressed down my neck and to the swell of my breasts. He teased the clothed mounds, kneading and squeezing.

For the first time since I began riding him in the backseat of his car, on a down stroke I dropped deeper into his lap, finally letting Wonho sit balls deep in my heat. The fullness ripped a moan out of my mouth and I winched my eyes closed.

“You good, baby?” Wonho teased, abandoning my breasts to get a solid hold on my hips.

“You’re thick,” I whimpered, tentatively bouncing on his lap again. “Like you’re ripping me in half.”

“You sound thrilled,” he snorted.

“I am,” I quipped, grabbing his hands and guiding them to rest on my bare ass.

“Come on, then. You can go deeper.”

He was referring to the way I now avoided sinking down on his cock as I had before. When he was deepest, it made my thighs shake and I had never been stretched that far.

“Make me,” I suddenly blurted, setting my nails into this chest.

Wonho winced and our eyes locked as I came to a stop.

“I thought you were gonna fuck me?” I asked, looking for trouble and undoubtedly finding it. “Is this all you can do?”

Fire appeared in his eyes and my heart raced with delight at to the prospect of a punishment I was about to get.

Wonho frowned and sat up sharply, reaching around and unsnapping my bra. He lifted me off of his lap, withdrawing his length from me and flipping me on to my stomach. I grabbed the edge of the seat, my hair tumbling into my face and blocking my eyes. I panted desperately for breath as I felt him settle over me, pushing my thighs apart to make room for him.

“You want me to fuck you, huh?” Wonho hissed in my ear, grabbing a handful of my hair.

I said nothing.

A hand cracked across my ass and I squeaked as the sound lingered in the car. Distracted by the stinging sensation fading on my skin, I barely felt the fingertips at my entrance followed by his cock being guided inside.

Wonho let out a shaky groan on my neck as he fully pressed himself into me and I sighed with relief to be filled again, having been aching for something to fill the void he’d left. He lifted slightly and began showering my shoulders with wet kisses, the loud sound of them ringing in my ears.

Slowly, he rocked back and forth, easing his length in and out while murmuring how well I took such a big cock. His pace steadily picked up speed until his hips began smacking into my ass with each thrust. I felt his muscular chest on my shoulders and he abandoned his hold on my hair to reach around and grab my throat instead.

“Wonho,” I cried out, turning my head to see him above me.

Wonho kissed my jaw with affection and held my neck securely, whispering in my ear, “I can’t wait to live in that house with you. I can’t wait to sneak into your room every night.”

“Oh god,” I panted, my mouth watering at the thought.

“You won’t go a day without being sore and feeling what I do to you,” he growled, sliding his free hand beneath me and squeezing my breast. “What do you think about that?”

“I love it,” was the only thing I could manage to say, because it was hopelessly true.

Wonho sank his teeth into the base of my shoulder, bruising the skin until I yelped. “I own this pussy now,” he snarled, turning my head to kiss me on the mouth possessively.

I moaned against his lips as his pelvis picked up speed. He was driving his cock into me now and I struggled against his hold on me as the telltale signs of an orgasm came to my attention.

He raked his hands up and down my sides, occasionally reaching under me to grab my breasts and play with my nipples. When he had his fill of that, his hand traveled to my ass, gripping both cheeks tightly and moving me in tandem with his hips, exposing the sight of my filled pussy to him.

“God damn it,” he huffed, pushing every inch of his thick length into my cunt.

“Don’t stop, I beg you,” I whined like a bitch in heat.

I needed this high. I needed him to fuck all this anger out of me. And truth be told, he was doing a marvelous job.

I couldn’t think about how hurt I was when Wonho was bringing me this much pleasure. For a moment, all I could comprehend was our bodies together, how well we fit. Everything else faded into static. I became only aware of Wonho and what he made me feel.

With another swear word or two, Wonho grabbed both of my hands, lacing his fingers through mine, and used his body to pin me to the seat. He drew back until only the tip of his length remained before forcing back in. My pussy squelched around him and Wonho groaned under his breath at the sound.

“Fuck, I am fucking your brains out,” Wonho said, his voice a full octave lower.

I nodded rapidly and panted, “Harder. Harder, baby.”

“I don’t think this pretty cunt can take much more,” Wonho replied, burrowing his face against my neck. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

“Please, I’m this close,” I begged, flexing my legs around his.

“I’m gonna come in you,” Wonho groaned. “Yes or no?”

For a moment, I paused, pretending to be thinking it over just to frustrate him. When he slowed down, I replied, “Yes, yes, yes. Come in me. I need you.”

“You need me?”

Panicking, I yelled, “Yes.”

“You have me,” he hissed as I clamped down on him. “Now, come for me.”

I keened and arched my back, doing everything I could to give him access to my sweet spot. Swear words tumbled out of my mouth while I squeezed his fingers tangled with my own and flexed my thighs against his between mine.

Parting my lips, I expected to moan at the top of my lungs, but no sound came out. My eyes rolled to some other dimension as my body shivered in pulses. Wonho only sped up, his thrusts growing louder as I became even wetter with the orgasm.

“That’s it,” Wonho murmured, voice trembling against my neck. Suddenly, he sank his teeth into my flesh and bit down, earning a cry from me.

He finally came to a stop, rocking me forward rather roughly as he buried himself inside me as deep as he could. I untangled myself from his hands to brace my palms on the car door, focusing on catching my breath as his cock twitched and emptied his load.

“Fucking hell,” Wonho growled, weighing me down with his body as he shuddered on top of me.

Time passed slowly as we lay there. I didn’t utter a word as I waited for what would happen next. Would this be awkward?

Wonho finally lifted from my back and rested on his hands and knees. Draped on the seat, I turned my head and glanced at him from the corner of my eye.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked gently, reaching down and pushing hair out of my face with the tips of his fingers.

I shook my head and swallowed to wet my dry throat, finally answering, “No.”

Wonho stroked his palm down my naked side, making me bite my lip with arousal at how his skin felt against mine. He reached my hip and pushed down to keep me pinned, withdrawing his softening length from my folds at last.

I hissed when I realized how sore I was from taking his cock, but then I mentally reprimanded myself for how much I liked it.

Wonho suddenly told me he was going to flip me over and before I could protest out of exhaustion, his grip was on my waist, turning me over to my back.

“Let me recover, asshole,” I whined playfully.

Wonho snickered and gazed down at me, raking in the sight of my naked body beneath him. Then, he leaned down and seized my lips in a kiss, dancing his tongue in my mouth.

I moaned with satisfaction at the feel of his soft, pillowy lips and fought the urge to beg for another round.

When Wonho broke away, he smiled and caged my head between his thick arms. “I’m not as angry now,” he joked, eyes scrunching with a laugh.

“Me neither, but I may need a fix tonight,” I mumbled shyly, though I couldn’t imagine why I was shy about asking him for more sex. He was the one who had mentioned it.

“Day or night, baby,” he replied sweetly. “I’ll never turn down a chance to be inside you.”

I simpered, feeling a blush form across my cheeks. Sliding my hands underneath me, I pushed up until I could lean back against the car door, taking a long, steadying breath. Wonho still sat between my bare legs and reached down to grab his pants.

“Ready to get dressed?” he asked quietly.

“Uh, no,” I sighed. “Can’t you tell I’m fucked out?”

“Here,” Wonho said with a chuckle, handing me his shirt. “Put this on and I’ll drive you home. You can stay back here.”

“That’s nice of you.”

I took the button-up shirt from his outstretched hand and pulled it around me, about to start fastening the buttons when Wonho jumped on me, kissing his way up my stomach and between my breasts.

I giggled at the ticklish sensation of the quick trails of his tongue. “What are you doing?”

“God, I wanna take you again,” Wonho growled, sucking a bruise against my collarbone.

“You have my permission,” I breathed, tipping my head back and accidentally smacking my skull on the window.

“Damn it, let me get you home. I don’t want anyone to catch us out here,” Wonho spoke up, shaking his head to come back to his senses. I was impressed he had the strength to be the voice of reason. He buttoned up the shirt to cover me and put on his pants and tank top.

In the backseat, I watched the trees pass us as blurs of green. My eyes blinked tiredly and I wondered if asking Wonho to nap and cuddle with me would be too much. Maybe we would only fuck, nothing more.

“Did you mean it when you said you need me? Or was that the sex talking?” asked Wonho suddenly.

With a shrug, I questioned, “Does it matter?”

Wonho glanced at me in the rearview mirror and told me innocently, “No one has ever needed me before. I liked it.”

“Well, I meant it,” I replied with a comforting smile, realizing this big, strong man was probably a very soft marshmallow at heart. “I think we’ll need each other to get through this.”

Wonho whispered sadly, “Yeah, I don’t have anyone else.”

“Neither do I,” I told him, and our eyes met in the mirror as a silent understanding passed between us.

And there it was. We were two lonely, hurting people and ironically, the thing we hated most had brought us together.

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alwaysxknitting · 7 years ago

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Saying Goodbye

Prompt: “I haven’t slept in four days”

ship: Bittyholtz (I asked for rare pair as a challenge)

This got way longer than I expected... be prepared, grab some tissues.

It had hit like a bolt of lightning, out of the blue. Bitty had been in English when it happened and was in the gym with the team when he got the call. The shock had caused him to stop running, the treadmill practically throwing him and he tumbled to his knees. Chowder was the first one to him.

"Bitty, Bitty are you alright?"The blond boy looked at his goalie, his brown eyes glazed over. Several of the team had gathered around them.

"What happened? Is he alright?" Ransom pushed through the group. "Bitty, what happened, talk to us.” Bitty tore his eyes away from Chowder and looked around at them.

"She's not gonna make it through the night.” His voice was brittle and tears pooled in his dark eyes. Holster knelt and took his boyfriend's hand in his own.

"Who Bits?"

"Moomaw."

Bitty was on the late flight out that night with just a carry on and Senor Bun tucked gently in his jacket. Holster had seen him off at security with a tight bear hug only the large D-man could give and a gentle reassuring kiss only his boyfriend could give. The plane was half empty, unsurprisingly at the late hour, and most of the other passengers slept or read. Bitty, however, couldn't settle enough to read or relax enough to sleep. His fingers twitched nervously in his lap as the flight attendant came by. She was a kind looking woman with soft grey eyes and a warm smile.

"First time flying honey?" Bitty looked up, his eyes puffy and ringed red from crying.

"No ma'am, just ready to get home." She patted his shoulder gently sensing his pain and offered him a soda or coffee. Bitty declined, too jittery to take any caffeine. The plane touched down at quarter after eleven to heavy rain and it took Bitty nearly another hour to arrive at his mother's living room. He knew he was wasting time, that he should have gone right to the hospital but he couldn't face his family, not yet. He dropped his bag on his bed, the room nearly the same as he'd left it. He took care to place Senor bun in his usual place propped against Bitty's pillow.

Twenty minutes later Bity found himself standing at the nurses' station asking after his Moomaw. His mom caught sight of him and hurried over. "Oh Dicky, I'm so happy you’re here.” She threw her arms around his neck. The tears he'd been fighting all day finally welled over and spilled down his cheeks. "Mama am I too late?" he whispered. Susanne pulled back from her son's embrace.

"She's hanging on, you know she's always been a fighter." She led him down to the room nearest the large window at the end of the hall. "It was a heart attack, a big one, completely out of nowhere." She'd always managed to answer his questions even without him having to ask them. The pair entered the dimly lit room where Coach sat by the bed that held Bitty's moomaw. She was smaller than he'd ever seen her, her skin pale and her breathing weak.

"Hello Moomaw," Bitty whispered as he approached the bedside. Her eyes slowly opened and a warm smile spread across her tired face. "I came as soon as I could, Moomaw." Her hand slid over and took his.

"Eric," she whispered. Clearing her through she moved to sit up a little better.

"Mama, don't, just rest," Susanne said from her place by her husband.

"Out, all of you, I need a moment with my grandson," she ordered before coughing.

Coach and Susanne slipped out to get coffee allowing Bitty and Moomaw a few minutes alone. Bitty held his grandmother's hand as he perched on the beside. For a moment, she just looked at him taking him. "You've grown so much since you went away to school. You’ve found yourself my Dicky and I know you've found love. I can see it on your face." Red crept into Bitty's tanned cheeks but he looked away. "He's a lucky young man and I will haunt his ass if he ever hurts you." The blond boy gasped and turned to look at her smirking face.

"You knew?"

"Dicky, my sweet boy, of course I knew. Your old Moomaw isn't as oblivious as your silly mama and Coach. Now promise me you will tell them soon. They love you and we all just want you to be happy, as do I. A cough wracked her frame and her breathing slowed once again to a bare rasp.

"I promise Moomaw, I'll tell them real soon..." Tears welled in his eyes, spilling down his already tear stained cheeks. "Moomaw, I love you," he whispered as he hugged her. "Don't leave me."

"You're so strong, Dicky, you don't need me anymore." An alarm began to ring on the heart monitor and people flooded into the room, doctors and nurses, as well as Coach and Susanne. Somewhere in the madness Bitty and his parents were forced from the room. After a few minutes, a doctor emerged from the room, his shoulders slumped in defeat. The three of them rose to their feet.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bittle, I'm sorry. She's gone." Bitty and his mother crumpled to the window seat they'd occupied only seconds before. The two days that followed were a whirlwind that barely even registered with Bitty. A funeral, a wake, and a flight back to Samwell.

It had been four days since he first got the phone call and once again Bitty found himself in the kitchen at the Haus, stress baking. Four dozen cookies sat in various stages of cooling, a lemon meringue pie sat on the table already missing a slice, and two loafs of bread, one cinnamon swirl, one orange cranberry, baked away in the oven. Holster followed his nose as the boys made their way in through the door of the Haus.

“Bits?" he called. Bitty hadn't moved from his place at the counter where he was kneading dough. "Bits, you're home." He hurried over, dropping his travel bag on the floor with a thump, and wrapped Bitty up in a tight hug from behind. The shorter boy turned and buried his face in his boyfriend's chest.

"She's gone, she's gone and I'll never see her again." Sobs shook his frame as he cried into the fabric of his worn Samwell shirt. Holster rubbed his back gently.

“It's alright Bits, just let it out." When he looked up Holster could see the dark circles under Bitty's eyes. "Bitty, when did you last sleep?" The shorter blond shook his head.

"I haven't slept in four days." Without hesitation Holster scooped Bitty up in his arms and started for the stairs. "Chowder, take my bread out of the oven in twelve minutes," he called over Holster's broad shoulders.

"You got it Bits," he called giving him a thumb up. The gang shared a look between them as the pair ascended the stairs. Holster carried Bitty into his room and gently set him on the bed. Carefully he removed his shoes then helped Bitty into some sweats.

"Time for some sleep young man," Holster said toeing off his own shoes. With a flick, the flights were out and Holster was crawling in bed with Bitty, spooning around him. "I know it's hard baby, I know how much she means to you." Bitty lay there quietly, all cried out. He sniffled softly and curled closer to Holster.

"She knew, I don't know for how long, but she knew. Said she loved me and wanted me to be happy." Holster rubbed slow circles on his back. "Oh, and she sent a message for you." He quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, she said if you ever hurt me, she'd come back from the grave and haunt your Yankee ass." Holster laughed loudly and smiled when a soft chuckle tumbled from Bitty.

"That is one curse I would not want to bring about."

"You bet your ass you don't." The warmth of Holster surrounded him and lulled him to sleep.

#omgcheckplease #fanfiction #bittyholtz #eric bittle #adam birkholtz #hurt/comfort #tw: character death #break out the tissues y'all

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abiteofnat · 7 years ago

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IN HONOR OF THE VICTORIA SECRET FASHION SHOW, HERE ARE SOME PHOTOS OF PIZZA AND A DOSE OF BODY POSITIVITY...

Because when you’re in sweatpants, writing this from bed, it’s only right to be daydreaming about having a six pack and eating total junk food. But like, the classiest and MOST elegant junk food found in hip restaurant atmospheres. And I may have just polished off a full meal from one of these places post-workout twenty minutes ago... not looking like that. Not even close. But that’s the best part! I love getting my sweat on and then eating 5x the amount of calories I probably burned off because self-care is in the eye of self, so if you want to skip the workout go ahead and enjoy surfing Door Dash babyyy. I take “everything in moderation” to mean “everything that makes you happy and then also maybe a carrot” so as long as your happiness comes first, sometimes with a side of cake, that’s all that matters. I ate a large order of sweet potato fries without breathing and only regret it a little because I keep burping truffle aioli! Now that we’ve determined the best food for you is the food you love, let’s jump in.

I have YET ANOTHER spot to seek from the West Loop *cue echoes of “anotha one, anotha one” as well as a new Lakeview favorite, and wowie if you’re into all-American cuisine this is the post for you. In typical Natalie fashion I decided to celebrate the end of graduate school finals for a week straight and tried to see as many of my friends and eat as much as I could before everyone scattered for winter break/ to do important family things, which led to a lot of indulgent meals and alcoholic drinks. And while I’m not usually one for bar food or “American” cuisine because it’s rarely vegetarian friendly unless I want a salad or three different types of fried things- CORRECT pizza and a good veggie burger can sway me. What is “correct pizza” you ask? Don’t get me started on my deep dish pizza rant... it’s fuckin blasphemy. What the fuck is deep dish pizza. Who, why, what needs to eat that?!?!? Lou’s thin crust is perfection and yes, I will fight you on this, so let’s tango you “Chicagoans” who take your parents for deep dish the minute their plane lands for a visit.

Mental note- don’t be so evil over your blog. Noted.

Place with the “correct pizza” is Parlor Pizza Bar on Green St., and it’s one of the coziest, most welcoming pizza parlors I’ve ever been to. By day expect a spacey warehouse filled with sleek wooden tables and chairs, a large bar in the middle ready for a 2 p.m. beer, and two giant pizza ovens roasting away in the back. In the summer there’s outdoor seating and they seem to have endless amounts of tables- this place is HUGE, and therefore LOUD. So by day, head here for an excellent lunch combo deal to share with friends and enjoy a lazy afternoon or while on the way to a sporting event. By night, it becomes dim-lit, shockingly intimate, and alive with the out-and-about foodies of the city. It’s high-caliber pizza for happy hour-turned-dinner, beautiful salads and appetizers to share with a date, and the added bonus of watching the magical pizza men putting together these one-of-a-kind pies. Which brings us to the main event- forget my amazing friend I got to catch up with! I came for the pizza, bitch! (Just kidding, Lauren I love you!)

I chose the “Save The Last Ranch” pizza and it was by far one of my favorite pizzas. As stated earlier I have a thing for truffle, and this pizza was SLATHERED in a black truffle ranch that played too well off the juicy broccolini and the sharp fontina cheese, melted over a chewy yet bubbly crust and sprinkled with red pepper. All those flavors come together in an orchestra of spice, richness, and a crisp bite of vegetable to keep it from being ranch fondue. It’s incredible. It is so much to handle, but in the best way, unless you hate truffle because in that case you will despise this pizza. ME? Bathe me in truffle ranch... mmmmmmhm.

Lauren, the classiest girl I know, wanted to go for something a little more tempered so we got the always-delicious Margherita pizza that still gave 110% on flavor, freshness, and texture. The sauce was sweet with a kick of chili flake, the cheese was soft and creamy but with that ridiculously sexy firmness to sink your teeth into that you want from pizza, and when you add some sprinkled parm on top it’s just decadent. If you’re frightened by the crazy za’s, stick with the classics!

SO. If that’s not enough carbo loading for you to chew through, try DMK Burger Bar in Lakeview right off the Wellington stop and order every single type of french fry they have. I wanted to go and celebrate doing pretty damn well in one of my classes so my girl Luzi agreed to eat through the menu at 9 p.m. with me, bless her soul for waiting, and I immediately ordered a margarita which was delivered in a gigantic glass that was 80% tequila which spiked a deep hunger within. I see what you’re doing there, DMK.

My choice was the #8 with two veggie patties, and it was your standard composition of butter pickles, lettuce, tomato, slaw of some kind, aged cheddar, and secret sauce all piled on the most delicious burger bun I’ve ever had. It’s sweet and puffy but dense and holds it’s shape, and the best thing I can compare it to is a Hawaiian dinner roll. Umf. The first bite took my breath away, and while veggie burgers are usually pretty good this one is just like DAMN. It’s thick, filling, and perfect with the crunch of ice burg lettuce and a meaty tomato slice. I also got the “Angry Fries” which are sriracha-mayo coated french fries topped with more spices and some green onion, and they were definitely best eaten with a fork and paired with the marg. Some sugary drank and a forkful of saucy, spicy fries? Ain’t no celebration is better celebrated than with that. That burger is exactly what I ordered tonight... I am one chubby lil burger baby right now. FANTASTIC. (Oh, and the sweet potato fries were excellent! They come with a lemon tabasco aioli.)

The menus at both these places are jam-packed with super unique items and a whole lot of things I can’t wait to go back and try, but like I said earlier “bar” food is super meat heavy so a lot of the choices wouldn’t be prepared how they were dreamed up if I deleted half the ingredients. Meat eaters, go out and please eat all the yummies that Parlor Pizza and DMK have to offer, and for the love of God order the parm-truffle fries at DMK because they are delightful.

Alrighty friends, hopefully this fuels your weekend food adventures! I’m off to NYC for a 72 hour adventure... my favorite :) Send suggestions where I should go eat Monday when I’m on my own for a couple hours!

Until next time, Happy Eating!

-Natalie

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hueseok · 5 years ago

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call me baby.

sparked by the will to help you turn an annoying situation into your favor, jimin pretends that he's your boyfriend. but what's supposed to be a one time thing happens more than once when you get invited to a party and he has to come with you, and suddenly unknown feelings start to reveal themselves and a platonic relationship begins to get pretty awkward.

pairing: jimin x reader

word count: 12.3k

rating: 18+

warning/s: swearing | explicit sexual content | fingering | unprotected sex | soft sex

“Would it be okay if I start putting lemon slices inside our water pitchers? They say it’s healthier.”

I look away from the apple stand and turn to Jimin instead who was looking at the lemons by his left, appearing like he was in a trance as he moves the cart he was leaning on back and forth.

“I don’t like the taste of lemon water actually.”

“Really? But they’re just like unsweetened lemon juice.”

I laugh. “Yeah, unsweetened and has that taste when you didn’t wash a glass properly that used to be coated with lemon.” I put some apples in the cart. “But if you want to try it, you can put lemon slices in only one pitcher.”

Jimin responds to that by getting three pieces of lemon and I grin, guiding the cart to the next aisle.

Being roommates with a guy certainly wasn’t included in the list of things I thought I’d be doing the moment I stepped in college. But at that time when I hardly had the money to support myself and didn’t want to depend on my parents for my other expenses, it seemed like living with Jimin was the best option out there. After all, he was in need of a place as well—and thanks to a common friend who put two and two together, had arranged the both of us to meet and offer this great apartment close to the universities we were respectively studying at.

Though as more weeks moved by that turned into months and now, as we’re spending the 4th year already as roomies, I’ve grown accustomed to living with Jimin, finding it the easiest of all since the two of us had lots of similarities than reckoned and was always open minded to the other’s wants, therefore creating a great synergy as roommates.

“You know what we should get for our apartment?” He speaks again. “A foosball table.”

I look at him longer now, contemplating whether he was serious or was trying to make me laugh, that I can’t help but snort, pulling the cart along with him, looking over some place else for other things I might need to buy. “Oh, and who told you that’d be a great idea? Taehyung?”

“Hey, this is solely my idea only, okay?” He defends with a chuckle. “Just think about it. It can be an easy way of entertainment whenever we just want to take a break or—”

But whatever he was saying begins to sound distant and more distant away as my eyes focus on someone else not far from where we were standing, and instead of being a normal being and just plainly acting nonchalant about it, I spin around so I’m facing Jimin instead, stopping him from speaking and walking before giving me an odd look.

“What? What is it?”

“Classmate. 10 o’clock,” I say.

Jimin tries looking at the direction I mentioned. “Which one? Is it the girl with the white handbag?”

“Yep.” I take a deep breath. “That’s Bomi.”

Bomi, oh infamous Bomi, the Bomi that Jimin had a lot of time hearing stories about. The girl's a classmate of mine in almost all of the units I was taking since we were both studying the same college program: architecture—which Bomi treated as some kind of competition starting from freshman year when it was apparent to her that she wasn’t the only one who was doing very well in her classes.

She was the stereotypical ‘mean girl’ who liked pretending she wasn’t mean at all. Instead she was really passive aggressive, acting innocent at times when it was clearly her fault for someone’s humiliation or more, trying to garner everyone’s approval and love by portraying a goody two shoes who liked helping everybody and who always seemed to have the best intentions up her sleeves.

In short, I hated her—and even though she meticulously hid it, I knew that she hated me as well.

“She looks harmless,” Jimin tells me. “I mean, she looks really cute and pretty.”

I don’t hesitate in punching him hard on the arm, clearly not amused by his assumption. “She’s Madam Satan! Please don’t be like one of those shallow boys who runs around following her like a lost puppy.”

“Okay, first of all, ouch,” he rubs the spot where I punched him, “second, Madam Satan, really?” he laughs and I roll my eyes, “and lastly, she’s walking towards us now.”

I clench my jaw, subtly glancing at Bomi’s way to see that she was indeed marching to where I was, looking like she was still trying to decide if it was really me she was seeing or another person. Though upon making accidental eye contact, Bomi puts on a breathtaking grin and strides even faster towards me.

“____? I knew it was you!”

I awkwardly lean on the cart while Jimin pretends to be preoccupied on the shelf containing junk foods on his right.

“Oh, hi, Bomi. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yeah, well, you know, grocery shopping. That’s what you’re here for too, right?”

I nod, smiling and then I see her eyes move to Jimin, eyebrows raising and I take a kind of lame attempt of blocking him from her view by stepping in her line of vision.

But of course, Bomi would care less even if I put a whole damn building in front of Jimin. He was clearly good looking in her eyes and it was only natural for her to try and strike her move.

“Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. I’m Bomi.” She stretches a hand to him and Jimin drops a tube of Pringles on our cart, flicking his attention to Bomi who was patiently waiting to get noticed.

He glances at me and then slowly shakes Bomi’s hand. “That’s probably because I study at a different university. It’s Jimin.”

She nods and smiles, taking too long in letting go of his hand. “Oh, that figures. Are you like ____’s cousin or something?”

I blink multiple times at the stupid guess, knowing that she was trying to figure out his status without being too straightforward. I look away from them, afraid that my expression might give everything away, that I indeed wasn’t pleased to have her presence here when I was enjoying my Saturday shopping with my roommate, but then I hear Jimin answering the question so smoothly and that makes me snap my head back.

“No, she’s my girlfriend, actually.”

“Girlfriend?” Bomi’s eyes widen, not being able to hide her shock. “But ____, you never told us that you had a boyfriend.” She turns to me next, a strained smile on her face.

I take a minute to answer, glancing at Jimin not so subtly in which he gives me a raise of his eyebrows.

“Well, you never asked,” I say simply.

“‘Cause you never seemed to have one,” she bluntly states. “I mean, I think everyone saw how you were openly flirting with Mingyu the other day. Did that seem like someone who already has a boyfriend to you?” She laughs it off like it was a joke.

And here enters another character: Mingyu, a fellow architecture student who I admittedly had a tiny crush on. But I never made it apparent because I was certain that he was too out of my league. Though just last week, he chose me as his partner for a project that involved two heads working as one to design a school complete with facilities, which brought a lot of shock to everyone since the two of us weren’t friends, much less interacted a lot.

“I’m sure they were just talking,” Jimin intervenes when I can’t come up with anything to say. “After all, they’re working on a project together, right?”

Bomi’s expression changes, definitely hoping that Jimin didn’t know that. He obviously did, thanks to my constant effort of telling him stories every day about my hopeless pining over Mingyu, that now I was suddenly aware that Jimin was really listening whenever I did.

“Anyways, I have to get something from the canned goods section. So, babe, are you coming with me or…?”

The nickname has me smiling. “Yeah,” I look at Bomi, “see you on Monday then..”

She gives me a wave and a fake smile.

Jimin and I quickly head to the canned goods section like he said and when I was sure that Bomi was nowhere in sight and was out of earshot, I link my arm with Jimin and hug it tightly, slightly hopping like a little kid begging her dad to buy her something.

“You are seriously the best.” I almost squeal in delight and he chuckles. “Honestly, I thought you were nuts at first for saying something like that but to see how humiliated she was back there was really satisfying.”

“Well, she deserved it since she wasn’t giving me a good vibe at all. You were right about her being a little bitchy.” He scrunches his face a little.

“She was trying to catch us in the act, trying to prove that I am as single as I’ll ever be.” You sigh. “But anyhow, since she didn’t, and to show my gratefulness, I am going to treat you to a delicious meal, Park Jimin. We’re going to a restaurant for dinner and you can have all the meat you want. It’s all on me.” I beam at him.

He laughs at the exaggeration and the two of us carry on grocery shopping, arms still linked together as we walk to a different aisle.

***

When I attended my first class on Monday, my closest friend, Yongsun, automatically switches seats so that she can take the vacant side beside me, staring at me expectantly while I arrange my notebooks on the table, trying very hard to ignore her but it was easily getting creepy.

“What?” I finally say.

“You and Jimin?” she half whispers and half yells. “Since when? And why didn’t you tell me? Why on earth did I have to learn it from Bomi out of all people?”

At the revelation, I scowl. “Ugh, I knew she’d be running around telling that to the whole class.”

“Wait, so is it true?”

I look around the lecture room, not wanting anyone to hear what I was about to say. “No, it’s just something that happened on the spot. Jimin introduced himself as my boyfriend just to get a reaction,” I tell her.

Her face falls. “Damn it, ____, I actually thought you already hit the jackpot there.” She slumps on her seat.

I try to hide a laugh but fail. “Okay, ‘jackpot’? Care to explain what that means?”

“Oh, you know what I mean. Jimin has everything. He’s really handsome, he’s good to you too, and he’s smart—plus, he dances. He fucking dances, ____!”

“Okay, I get it, you have a crush on him.”

“No, that’s not my point, my point is why don’t you have a crush on him?” she says the last part quietly so it’s only you two who heard it.

I had a hard time forming the right words together when it was just something so simple. “Because we made a pact. In order to make this roommate thing work, we can’t catch feelings for another. It’ll just make things complicated.”

I could clearly see the scene of Jimin and I making house rules back again in my head when I mentioned it to Yongsun.

It was the same day when we signed the lease to our apartment, and we were sprawled on the floor because the sofa we had that time was so small it could barely fit the two of us together. Jimin had a pen stuck between his teeth and I was staring at my paper written with three rules so far that namely were: (1) no bringing of boys/girls in the apartment just to bang when your roommate is present; (2) no leaving of dirty dishes in the sink until morning; and (3) no going inside roommate’s room unless with consent.

When we presented our ground rules to each other, both of us almost had the same idea—except for one rule that Jimin made which made me snort.

Rule 3. No catching feelings towards your roommate.

After I read that one, I didn’t try hiding the fact that I found it clearly ridiculous.

“No offense, but even though I admit I find you cute and all, you’re really not my style,” I said with a rather shy smile.

He smiled in return. “That’s okay. You aren’t mine either.”

Reality hits me again when Bomi comes into view, standing in front of me with that innocent smile that I clearly knew was something to cover up her hidden agendas.

“____, I’m glad you’re here because I have this thing in my head that I just find really surprising.” She even gestures her words out.

“What is it?”

“Just how come Yongsun doesn’t know you have a boyfriend.” Bomi chuckles. “Come on, your best friend doesn’t know you have a boyfriend? Sounds like something’s fishy around here.”

I tap the ballpen I was holding on the table. “What are you implying, Bomi?”

“Nothing!” She raises her eyebrows. “I mean, it’s not like you would ask someone to pose as your boyfriend right? That would just be plain pathetic really.”

I can feel my blood boiling, sure that this was her way of saying that she was actually aware of the little act we’ve put together last Saturday, and that she was going to find a way to publicly humiliate me to our classmates.

“Yeah,” I prevent myself from appearing affected, “that’d be pathetic.”

Bomi smiles. “Hey, which reminds me. The annual campfire party is in two weeks. You should bring Jimin, let the others meet him and all.”

“I don’t know why the others have to meet but okay, I’ll try.” I look down to my textbook, turning it to a random page I’m going to pretend I’m interested in.

Bomi seems satisfied with that and leaves me, all while Yongsun starts to say something but I cut her off, telling her that I didn’t want to hear it and that I just don’t want to dwell on it furthermore. From my peripheral vision I can see Bomi talking with Mingyu now and Mingyu stealing glances in my direction, mouth formed in a frown.

When I got home the very same day, it was evident in my features that I wasn’t in the mood. The whole time I was attending my classes, I tried not bringing my attention to Bomi who was obviously trying to get in my nerves even more, knowing that attempting to flirt with Mingyu was going to bring me over the edge. But I wasn’t going to let her win. I was going to stay in my ground and let her make a fool of herself.

“Hey, ____,” Taehyung greets when I entered the apartment, taking off my shoes and seeing him sat on the sofa with three cans of beer on the coffee table.

“Hey,” I smile, “where’s Jimin?”

“Bathroom. He’s washing his hair, just retouched his roots again.”

I nod and go straight to the bathroom, the door open and when I peek inside, Jimin’s in a very awkward position. He was standing up yet half of his body was facing down, the shower head in his hand while his other hand was used to comb his hair.

He glances at me when I step inside. “Hey, you’re home. There’s pizza on the dining table, I left some for you.”

“Thanks but I’m not hungry,” I say. “Uh, can we talk real quick?”

He aims the shower head to the floor. “Right now? I’m kinda in the middle of something here..”

I sigh and drop my bag just outside the door before walking closer, getting the shower head and gently pushing his face back down. He chuckles and lets me do it, waiting for me to speak.

“Bomi’s trying to prove that you’re not my boyfriend.”

“So, she did know?”

“Well, she’s not exactly stupid.”

“What’s she trying to do?”

“She wants you to come to this campfire next, next week. It’s something our department likes doing every year before semester break.”

“Alright, I’ll come.”

“Huh?” I stop washing his hair and Jimin stands up slowly, getting the towel at the rack beside me and putting it on his head. “I wasn’t asking you to come.”

“Then why are you telling me this?” He chuckles.

“I don’t know. I was just ranting, I guess.”

“____, if I don’t come, Bomi’s going to eat you alive.” He excuses himself to go to the mirror and use the blower that was already lying beside the sink.

“Actually, I was thinking of not going at all.”

I never liked gatherings like those anyways. I didn’t even like half the people who were going to come, so it was just going to be pointless if I go.

“Then it’s like you’re accepting defeat already,” Jimin says over the blower. “Come on, just let me come. Nobody knows who I am there anyway. It’s really not an issue.”

“Are you sure?” I cross my arms. “You might get bombarded with questions from nosy classmates.”

“I don’t care. And besides, it’s just one night, no one’s going to go follow me around after, making sure if what I was saying were facts.” He grins at me in assurance.

“You’ve done enough though. Really, Jimin, I can just not go and—”

“Babe,” he cuts me off with the same nickname he used the other day and I definitely pause, raising my eyebrows, Jimin going towards me and placing each hand on each of my shoulders, his blond hair spread out on his forehead and was looking a little dry, “it’s fine. I’d do everything for you, okay?”

I let out a smile and hold the hand that was on my left shoulder, squeezing it. “I’m going to say it again, Jimin. You’re seriously the best.”

***

“So, ____, after your classes tomorrow, care to—”

“Not happening, Kai,” I say with a teasing tone. “Look, you’re cute and all but you’re under 18. I might get arrested,” I joke with a ruffle with his hair.

He pouts. “I’m turning 16 next year!”

“And I’m turning 23! Come on, kid, there are better girls out there.”

I go back to arranging the newly washed cups on its case and watch as Kai sighs and nods, walking back to his table and studying for that test he was going to take tomorrow. I chuckle under my breath, amused by how he still insisted on taking me out on a date whenever he felt like the chance was presented to him. But like I’ve pointed out, the boy was 15, and not to mention my boss’ son as well which were all traits that screamed off limits.

“____?” I hear my name and when I look at the counter, I see Mingyu standing there. “Hey, I hope I’m not late?”

I almost dropped a cup. “No, no, you’re early, actually. I thought you weren’t going to be here for another twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, practice ended early so I went here first.”

I nod, smiling. “Um, well, let me just get changed and then I’ll join you in a jiff, okay?”

Before I go to the changing rooms, my coworker gives me a thumbs up while mouthing ‘he’s hot’ and I roll my eyes, hitting her arm and proceeding to the room. Once I got changed, I hurriedly went back to where Mingyu was waiting by one of the tables, his sketches for the project already laid out out there, our meeting starting that just involved exchanging ideas for this fictional school we were creating.

It probably wasn’t obvious, but I wasn’t at all myself whenever I was with Mingyu. I liked acting like I was cool and chill, though when we were sitting this close and I could easily smell his freshly sprayed cologne all over his clothes, it was making me all stuttery and nervous. I think the whole time we were trying to collaborate, there were more times when I’ve stared at the floor rather than his eyes.

I started liking him just last year when I attended one of his baseball games. He was a student athlete, and to be honest I wasn’t into sports, but one of our professors was going to give extra points to whoever watched and supported the university’s team, so naturally, I had to go. And that is where I saw Mingyu looking really good in his jersey, playing as the pitcher.

It was funny how I never noticed him before in any of our shared classes together. I never really paid attention to anyone. But ever since then, all I could do was steal glances at him whenever he was nearby, hopelessly crushing on him who was probably the most cliché boy a girl would have a crush on.

“So, all we have to do is the library and the two canteens.”

“Yup.” I smile. “We can just divide work, you know. So we wouldn’t have to meet up all the time.”

“Oh, I don’t mind. I think it’s better doing it this way, at least for me. But if you’re busy with your part time job and I’m guessing your boyfriend’s probably not thrilled that you’re hanging out with me then that’s fine.”

Instead of just going with the flow of the conversation, I let out a laugh that came out more like a scoff than the former. “My boyfriend? He doesn’t mind. Definitely. I’ve got his trust 100%. He’s okay with stuff like this.”

His lips curve up slightly. “Really? Would it be fine if we meet here again tomorrow? Same time after your shift?”

“I don’t have work tomorrow, so maybe just straight after class instead?”

“Sure. I’ll wait for you.”

Mingyu insisted on waiting with me at the bus stop even though I told him that it was fine. But he said it was okay and that it was only right since it was late, and we ended up talking about more things that I never thought I would actually talk to him about. Turns out he’s more than a handsome boy who’s good at playing baseball and does amazing in his drawings.

All the stories Mingyu shared and all the moments we’ve spent today, I wanted to tell them to Jimin and live up to the title of being the annoying friend who did nothing but talk about her crush. But when I got home, I see him lying on the sofa, the television still on and one of his feet elevated on the shoulder rest, his ankle wrapped with a compression bandage that makes me assume that there was another accident at the practice room today.

“Jimin,” I whisper, turning off the TV and shaking him lightly, “wake up and move in your room.”

He doesn’t budge.

“Jimin, wake up,” I repeat, shaking him with more force now.

His eyes slowly flutter open and when he sees me standing there, he automatically looks around his surroundings, rubbing his face.

“What time is it?”

I look at my watch. “About 11:34. How long have you been here?”

“I don’t know. I was just supposed to take a nap, I didn’t realize I overslept.”

“Must have been a hard day at practice. Is your foot okay?” I nod at it.

He grudgingly sits up. “Yeah, yeah, just the usual.”

I was supposed to tell him what happened today—keyword: was—but seeing his tired state, I just wanted him to get the proper rest he needed instead. He was a hard worker, I knew that from the first few weeks we’ve met, and sometimes he could get a little bit over the top, not wanting to welcome any mistakes.

“Hey, by the way, didn’t you meet with Mingyu today?” he asks with a teasing smile.

I laugh quietly. “Yup. But I’ll tell all of you that tomorrow. You should go ahead and rest.”

He shakes his head. “No, you can tell me now. I know you’re dying to tell someone about it already.”

“I am, but you look really tired, Jimin,” I say. “So, just wash up and go to sleep, alright? Let’s just talk about it over breakfast if you’re really just curious.”

We look at each other for a fair amount of time before he nods, raising his arms in the air which I roll my eyes at but nonetheless grab, knowing that he was asking me to pull him up.

And when I do, he puts his arm around my shoulders, jokingly putting all of his weight on me which ends the both of us laughing.

***

The days passed by quicker than I expected. Tomorrow night was going to be the night of the campfire, and right now, I was even more hesitant in bringing Jimin along, afraid that it might not be the ideal thing to do considering that Jimin is known to be my boyfriend and yet Mingyu and I were getting close, sending a total different message to the people around us who may or may not be unto us.

Yes, Mingyu and I were getting close, a sentence I didn’t think I’d get to say ever in my life. After that first meeting at the café, we’ve spent almost every day together just working on the project that it practically became inevitable for us to become good friends. Though still we weren’t that close yet, since I just couldn't seem to let myself be myself whenever I am with him. It was like I’m still so careful with every word and every gesture that I’d do and say. And oh, of course, it wasn’t just the two of us who were aware of our growing closeness, Bomi too, who always kept a close eye the past week. Whenever she sees us standing too close or laughing too frequently, she’d gladly remind us that I had a boyfriend, and Mingyu would only smile politely, saying nothing.

Weird thing was that even though we were indeed getting close, my feelings for him weren’t growing alongside with it. I didn’t know why, but the only conclusion I had was that quote saying that sometimes being friends with your crush or more wouldn’t be a good idea because it’d ruin the fantasy you had in your head. I think that was the case between me and Mingyu which I found really strange because I didn’t expect things to turn this way at all.

“Okay, so we met each other right before senior year, right?” I say, repositioning myself on the seat I was on. “How did we meet?”

Jimin gets a dumpling from the plate in front of us. “Uh, how about we were set up on a blind date?”

“By who?”

“Hoseok,” he tells me, “he’s the one who introduced us together anyway.”

I nod. “Oh, yeah, you’re right.” I take a Shanghai roll. “What happened then?”

“We just kept on having dates. Then we became official three months ago.”

“Okay, okay.”

“And we call each other ‘babe’ or ‘baby’, you got that?”

I grin. “Yes, babe.”

Jimin laughs. “You see? We’re going to pull this off tomorrow.”

I laughed with him, taking time to chew the food that was in my mouth. “We better. Or it’s like the whole next semester for me is going to be full of Bomi making it apparent I lied.”

When the next day came, I was a lot more nervous than I originally was. I didn’t know why but maybe the thought of being with a lot of people later in the night was what triggered it, especially since I didn’t usually attend the annual campfire in the first place (okay, maybe I did attend it when I was still a freshman but that was it).

I was so nervous I might have tried talking Jimin out of it. I told him that we shouldn’t come but he’d always say that if we didn’t, then we’re just falling into Bomi’s bait which she’d use against me somehow. And as always, he reckons it’s just one night, and one night pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Do you think you’ll be awkward with me? When we’re acting and stuff?” Jimin asks as we get off the bus and walk to the entrance of the university.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we might put on a show.”

“No, not that,” I chuckle, “I meant being awkward with you. You think I’d be awkward? I am probably the most comfortable when I’m with you, Jimin. Even more when I’m with Yongsun, to be honest.”

“Really?” he muses. “That’s unexpected.”

“How come? We’ve been living together for four years. You’ve practically seen all of me.”

“Not all.”

“You’re a pervert—”

“—I was just saying!” He defends with a laugh. “But on a serious note, I can say the same. I definitely feel more at ease when I’m with you. “

“Is this the part where we confess our undying love to each other?” I joke with a snicker.

But he doesn’t play along with me, he just grins and shakes his head while looking forward before reaching for my hand, intertwining it with his which just gives this overwhelming warmth to spread all over my body. It wasn’t foreign, but it felt somehow new at the same time—if that made sense—that I can’t help squeezing it out of instinct.

“____!” Yongsun calls when we were close to the entrance and I finally focus on something else, walking faster that pulls Jimin along with me. “Oh, hi, Jimin. You actually came!”

“Of course. Anything for my girl.” He looks at me and grins.

I had to roll my eyes at that one, nudging him with my elbow that he easily avoids.

“Ha, ha, nice try but I know the truth. Sucks though, I’d love to see you two together for real.” She leans in closer to whisper the last part to us both.

“Yongsun—”

“—hey, nothing wrong with saying what’s on my mind, is there?”

I scoff out a laugh at the comment while Yongsun grins, leading us then to the field.

Time just runs fast when you’re having fun.The campfire wasn’t something like a rave party, but being all cozy, drinking some beer and eating skewers with Jimin as he tells me countless stories, it really made the night a lot tolerable amidst Bomi who wasn’t so subtle in keeping an eye on us. She has already approached us earlier the moment we’ve come to the scene, though didn’t say anything but just a very plastic ‘I’m glad you could come!’ and a ‘I hope you have fun!’.

Honestly, it made me want to do a victory laugh right there at the obvious frustration in her face to see Jimin come with me. She must have been hoping to see one of us slip so that she can be someone who reveals that yes, Jimin really was my fake boyfriend who I’ve brought along just to make all of them stupid because apparently my personal life matters so much to people I’ve barely spoken to throughout my college life. Well, clearly, the joke’s on her.

“I want to get another beer,” Jimin says after finishing a stick of sausage. “Where do you get them? I’ll get for both of us.”

“It’s by the food table. In the ice box right there.” I point at it.

“Great. I’ll be right back.” He smiles and stands up, squeezing my knee and jogging to the place I directed him to.

Not less than a minute passes by when suddenly the vacant spot on my left gets occupied by none other than Mingyu, a plate of s'mores with a lot of burnt marshmallow fillings in his possession.

“Hey,” I raise my eyebrows, “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I wasn’t originally, but you said you were so…” He chuckles and presents me with his plate. “Want some?”

“Uh, I shouldn’t. It has chocolate and it’s getting late. I might have a sugar rush.”

“Too bad,” he retracts his hand, “more for me then.”

I smile, hugging my knees.

Mingyu takes a bite. “By the way, the guy with the blond hair, was he your boyfriend?”

“Yeah. He just left to get some beer.”

“How long have the two of you been together?” he questions.

I pretend to think about it. “Not long. Uh, like three months?”

“Do you like him a lot?” Mingyu further asks, attention solely on me now.

I nod slowly, a little surprised by the question, a smile unknowingly gracing my lips. “Yeah… impossible not to. He’s great. He’s amazing.”

Jimin really was great and amazing. I didn’t need to lie about that or about the fact that I liked him a lot. I really did, not just maybe the way Mingyu was thinking of.

“You two look good together,” he says. “Seriously, to be honest, I thought… well… Bomi’s been saying this crazy thing that you two aren’t really dating. But seeing it right in front of my eyes, I think you really are.”

My brain processes nothing but the information about Bomi. “Really? What did Bomi exactly say?”

He abruptly looks shy. “Something stupid. You don't have to know.”

“No, go ahead, it’s alright.”

“Well, last week, she was saying that—” he clears his throat— “that you were only pretending to date someone to make me jealous.”

“What?”

“Stupid, right?” He tries to laugh it off.

I furrow my eyebrows. “And you knew that all along you were talking to me? And you didn’t tell me?”

“Yeah. I mean, honestly, I thought it was true. A lot of people have been saying it.” He shrugs.

Talking to your crush really takes the fantasy away, I thought with a snort, laughing without humor, getting a little mad at the thought that since he had that kind of assumption about me, the reason he was being so nice or maybe sometimes even being a little flirty was because he thought he was doing me some kind of favor. I wanted to laugh in annoyance at the idea.

I lift my gaze from the crackling fire and see Jimin still by the food stand, a beer in each hand but he was too busy looking over the food table, perhaps wanting to get another sausage stick or a hot sweet potato that was just fit for the night. I smile and without a thought, stands up from my seat to approach him, leaving Mingyu who was saying something but I don’t bother responding.

“Still hungry?” I pop beside Jimin and he glances at me before smiling, handing me the can of beer.

“A little. That sweet potato has been calling me all night.” He nods at it.

“Then why don’t you get it?”

“Maybe I will. Hold this for a minute?”

I hold his beer.

“So,” he speaks again as he gets lots of paper towels from the side, “saw you talking to Mingyu. You didn’t look like you were having the time of your life.”

I snort. “It’s nothing. Just Bomi related stuff. Should have known Madam Satan had other things up her sleeves.”

“I still can’t get over the fact you call her Madam Satan.” He gets a sweet potato and slowly peels the coating off, smoke oozing out of it because of how hot it was still. “Wow, look at this, it looks so good.”

“It does.” I raise my eyebrows, my mouth watering at the sight and the smell.

Jimin suddenly brings it closer to my lips. “Take a bite. You first.”

“No, you first.”

“Baby, it’s alright,” he chuckles, “you take the first bite.”

With a smile, I do as he says. “You know,” I blow unconsciously at the hot sweet potato inside my mouth when I took a bite, “if you keep calling me baby, I might get used to it.”

He grins, taking a bite himself too, though just like last time, says nothing, instead he gets easily consumed with the snack that has me laughing because of how cute he looked, muttering under his breath that the wait was worth it.

We go home earlier than we should, hand in hand as we walk to the bus stop and eventually ride the bus itself. He asked me more about what happened earlier with Mingyu and I told him what Bomi told Mingyu about me, causing Jimin to roll his eyes in annoyance, saying that Bomi really didn’t have anything to do in her life but make sure I wasn’t living the best in mine.

“It’s okay,” I say, my head leaned on his shoulder as we wait to arrive at our stop, our still hands intertwined, “I don’t care about her anymore. People like her really shouldn’t be given attention.”

“And what about Mingyu?”

“Well, he can go fuck himself.”

Jimin laughs out loud at that, causing curious eyes to turn towards us.

At about 10:46 PM, we arrived at our apartment, flopping ourselves on the sofa and sighing in relief now that we had the comfort of our home surrounding us.

“You want to take a shower first?” Jimin asks.

I yawn. “Nah, you go ahead. I want to rest for awhile.”

“Okay.” I feel someone tugging me. “Can you let go of my hand now, babe?”

At the mention of it, I don’t realize I’m still holding his hand, that once he says it out loud, I open my previously closed eyes and let him go, my face burning in embarrassment. But instead of teasing me about it, Jimin just smiles and folds his hands together.

“I’m going to bed after washing up.”

I nod. “Then good night. Thanks for today.”

There’s a moment where we just gaze at each other, no words spoken, just us looking at each other’s eyes. I don’t know how long we were being like that, or how our faces seemed to get closer each second the clock would tick, but just before I’m certain that we’re going to kiss—Jimin abruptly swallows hard and pulls away, smiling again though this time it was strained. He blinks and rubs his face.

“I… I’ll go ahead. Good night, ____.”

I was so confused about what just happened that I didn’t get to peacefully sleep that night, my mind on the boy who was only a room away, confused on why I was starting to see him in a completely new light.

***

Jimin treated the whole almost kiss thing nonexistent. I know because the morning after as we were having breakfast, I tried sliding it in subtly, first talking about how fun the campfire was before moving on to further events, Jimin then abruptly changing the topic and telling me a completely different story about what happened the other day at dance practice. I figured then that perhaps we were just too into the moment to almost kiss and that maybe it didn’t mean anything—but why can’t I stop thinking about it until now?

Even as two weeks have passed, I still would lay awake at night and think about it, would imagine the what ifs if he didn’t stop himself and just went along with the flow. I wondered how it would feel kissing him, if the kiss we would have shared was just going to be a chaste one or would it have led to something more. The absence of an answer was driving me wild, but I would still try ignoring it every single day, wanting to act oblivious to the feelings I know I am growing for Jimin since I am certain that he was no way thinking the same way every time we’d see each other in the living room.

Honestly, it annoyed me how it didn’t seem to have any effect on him like it had on me. Jimin made it look so easy waking up every single day, facing me, smiling at me, asking me thoughtful things—like he didn’t just fucking tried to kiss me that night! Maybe I’m the only one who thinks that that’s what he was trying to do but as someone who was right there with him, I just needed a clear answer so that I wouldn’t be so stuck with it anymore.

When four weeks passed, roughly a month, I decided to just stop waiting for something to happen. I was just going to pretend that that night was nonexistent like he was doing, though the emotions I have inside me is still pretty much there, and it’s not doing any great to the amazing synergy we used to have as roommates.

“Hey, you’re skipping breakfast?” Jimin calls from the dining area when I go out of my room and head to the doorstep. “You’ve been doing that for two weeks, ____. Do you not like my cooking anymore or something?” He jokes with a laugh.

I carry on putting on my shoes. “Um, just not hungry, just leave some for me.” My response was robotic, it made me internally kill myself.

“It won’t be good anymore if it’s cold,” he says.

“Then I’ll heat it up when I go home.”

Silence. I’m about to leave when he calls my name again.

“What?” I turn around and I’m surprised when he’s already standing there, hair a little messy and was in his pajamas. He looked really adorable. It was hard maintaining a straight face.

His eyes showed concern that for a minute I thought he was going to say something important, but he just ends up saying something else.

“We’re out of milk.”

“What?”

“I can’t buy later because I’m heading to a student’s house for a tutoring session so can you do it instead? I’ll pay you back.”

“Pay you back—when have you ever suggested that? It’s our milk, Jimin, I get to drink too so there’s no need—”

“—well, I only suggested it because I’m the one who finished it—”

“—and it’s not like this is the first time something like this happened, why are you—”

“—woah, woah, why are you getting so worked up on this?” He furrows his eyebrows all of the sudden, trying to approach me but I’d step back. “____, are you alright?”

I take a deep breath, wondering why the hell was I getting worked up like he said too. It was just damn milk, though I think just the thought that there was this some kind of barrier in our friendship again was what had worked me up since we’ve almost shared everything in the apartment. Hearing him say that he’ll pay for it made me feel like a stranger. I can’t blame him though, these past days, I think I’ve been subconsciously avoiding him because of my own issues.

“Forget it. I’m sorry and I’m fine.” I exhale again, holding back angry tears. “Just tired. I’ll see you later.”

Just as I’m about to yet again step out of the door, Jimin grabs my wrist.

“Hey,” he softly begins, “my tutor thing ends at 7:30. You want to grab dinner together?”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

I purse my lips. “Um, I don’t know…”

“Come on,” he pulls my wrist, “I feel like you need it. Just to unwind, you know. You look really stressed these days.”

“And I suppose you can help get rid of it?” I retort.

Jimin shrugs. “Maybe. What do you say?”

I sigh. Dinner wouldn’t hurt, right? Perhaps I’ll feel better if I start acting normal again with him. But to be honest, I’m still scared to be left alone with him and for the past weeks, that’s the one thing I’ve been good at doing—always making dumb excuses on why I had to go to this, why I had to skip this meal, why I prefered to be alone...

“I really don’t know, Jimin.”

His grin falters. “Oh, okay, sure, no problem.”

I nod and he lets go of my wrist, finally allowing me to leave the apartment.

The whole day, I couldn’t concentrate well on whatever my professors were saying in each class I’d attend. Even when it was break time and Yongsun and I would hang out by the canteen, I still couldn’t bring all of my attention to her as she tells me about this new series she was watching on Netflix. My mind was in complete Jimin lockdown. I hate it. I wish I wasn’t like this so that I could say yes earlier ‘cause realizing it now, I might be being a little unfair for his part. Though the thought of spending dinner with him was giving me a vision that it will just be too awkward, that maybe I’ll just end up looking at him and just watching his lips move and then I’d quickly revert back to that night and wonder how it would feel if—

Fuck. I was doing it again.

“____, did you get our scores already for the project?” Mingyu asks while I was skipping downstairs, the last class of the day finally done.

Despite the bad impression he left on me last month, I was still willing to be friends with him. He was nice, someone who I can easily talk to, but there’s a little barrier now and it’s dawning on me that sometimes he just gets a little too full of himself.

I glance at his direction. “Yeah, we got a pretty high mark.”

“And you don’t look happy about that.” He chuckles.

“Sorry,” I smile, “I’m happy about it. Really. Maybe just not good at expressing it at the moment.”

“Stressed?”

“You can say that.”

“Well, I know a bar we can go to, a place for a good drink if you’re up for it.”

I raise my eyebrows at the suggestion but then shake my head. “No thanks. I'd rather just stay in for tonight.”

“Ah, right,” he laughs apologetically, “boyfriend might not approve, right?”

“Something like that.” I lift my shoulders in a shrug before waving my hand good bye and going in the opposite direction.

As I walk to the bus stop, about to take my phone and probably scroll through Instagram while I’m at it, I go to an abrupt halt when I see Jimin sat on the bench by the waiting area, earphones in and his foot tapping on the ground, completely unaware of his surroundings.

Despite me having slight hard feelings towards him, I can’t deny that seeing him there just brought a smile to my face. It brought some kind of warmth again in my body, like that time when we held hands, and I wanted to shake it off to make myself wake up in reality.

“Jimin,” I stand in front of him, slightly leaning down to get my face in front of him and he moves his gaze from the floor to me. “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t going to be done with tutoring until 7:30.”

He keeps his earphones. “Um, well, they ended the session earlier than usual so...”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m waiting for you.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to, ____. Can’t I do that?” He chuckles.

But I wasn’t in the mood to chuckle with him or play along, so I just tried to smile, sitting beside him as we waited for the bus to come, just sat there in silence, arms crossed because of the cold.

Usually, we’d be talking nonstop. Jimin would ask me about my day, I’d tell him, then proceed on asking about his—though this time just thinking about doing that felt odd. It felt like I was going to overanalyze the things he’d do to me and interpret them as something more if he did which I know I shouldn’t. So I choose to just stare ahead, not making eye contact in fear that that would prompt him to start a conversation.

Eventually we made it home. As we walked to the apartment a few minutes back, we still didn’t talk or just acknowledged each other’s presence. The air was thick with this tension I couldn’t properly describe. All I knew was it was extremely suffocating. Might as well just plunge me down in the bottom of the sea instead of dealing with this, I thought.

I was supposed to head straight to my room when we arrived, but Jimin says something about cooking dinner and I told him quickly that I wasn’t going to eat and just go to sleep early. When he hears that, it’s like something clicked inside him and then his expression hardens while he scoffs and raises an eyebrow.

“You’re doing it again,” he says. “I don’t get why you keep on doing it but here you are again.”

I close my door, postponing my entrance to my room. “Doing what?”

“This—” he gestures at our surroundings— “this whole awkward shit thing. Why are you constantly avoiding me?”

I’m surprised by his sudden aggravated state.

“Jimin, I’m not—”

“You were so pressed about that fucking milk earlier because you don’t like how I look like I’m treating you some kind of stranger when it’s been you who’s been making all of this awkward!” His voice raises and I think this is the first time I’ve seen him so affected about something. “You know, I’m not the one who just decided one day to stop joining meals or watching television together or even just fucking make eye contact, ____. I’m not the one who’s making herself distant. You’re the one who’s doing this to us—it’s even what you’re doing right now!”

I stare at him, my pulse ringing inside my ears at how he was making it seem like my fault when I wouldn’t even behave this way if it hadn’t for what he had done first. “Well, at least I’m not the one who tried to kiss his roommate, then backed out, and now suddenly pretends nothing happened.” I tell him and he looks taken back.

“What?”

“Oh, come on, you know what I’m talking about.” I laugh exasperatedly. “You know what you did that night. So, sorry if I keep acting like this because unlike you, I can’t fucking make it look like everything is fine when deep inside I feel so confused about just everything about our relationship. Are we just roommates? Are we just good friends? Are we something more? I don’t fucking know.” I feel myself beginning to tear up as I slowly calm down. “You just can’t expect me to be the same anymore after that because frankly, my feelings for you aren’t the same anymore either, Jimin.”

He freezes after hearing what I said, face still rigid but his eyes were showing concern. He doesn’t reply and that’s when the pathetic and angry tears that I’ve been holding in finally washes my cheeks, making me wipe them away as quickly as I can because if there was one thing I didn’t want to do, it was to appear so vulnerable in front of him.

“____,” he finally speaks, “do you honestly think I don’t feel the same way?”

“What was I supposed to think? You never made it apparent that you did. It just always feels like I’m the only one who’s having a hard time here,” I say.

“Do I have to show you that I’m having a hard time just to prove that I like you?” Jimin asks and laughs in an obnoxious manner. “____, why the hell do you think I do everything for you? Why do you think I willingly pretend to be someone I’m not just so Bomi can’t embarrass you? Why do you think I can fucking pretend not to feel anything so you could live comfortably with me and like Mingyu all you want? Why do you think I cook you breakfast, lunch, or dinner whenever I feel like it, wait for you until you come home, and ask every single day how are you? Do you think I just do it because I have nothing else better to do?”

“You can do that to—”

“I don’t do that to anyone else, ____.” He clenches his jaw, beating me to it, expression hard. “I do that only to you because you fucking mean everything to me. And if you can’t see that too, then please don’t act like you’re the only one who’s having a hard time.”

I didn’t know what to say. The only thing I knew was that I wanted to apologize, but before I could say anything, Jimin gets his keys and walks out of the apartment, leaving me there speechless and in wonder on why and how in the world did we end up here?

***

“What’s wrong?” Yongsun hugs me in return when we meet in front of her apartment building, still wearing her pajamas under her padded jacket because of the cold night.

After Jimin left, she was the first person I called because I didn’t want to stay in our living room, the whole argument fresh in my mind and in that space that I can’t bear to be alone and be with my thoughts. Good thing she didn’t ask questions and just told me that okay, she’ll be there for me, and so here we are now.

“What’s wrong?” she asks me again and as I pull back, I tell her everything.

The first half of the whole story was told as we walked to the nearest convenience store. I told her of the almost kiss that happened that night of the campfire and me constantly avoiding him from that moment forward. When we went to buy 4 cans of beers and settled to stay on the bench at the park, I told her of the argument Jimin and I had just an hour ago. Even now as I’m talking about it, the thought of fighting with him shatters something inside of me that I didn’t know was capable of breaking that much. Jimin and I never fought that hard before, to the point we were saying profanities even if we didn’t we didn’t necessarily direct it to each other but still—it was huge.

“You know what I think?” Yongsun says after I’ve told her everything. “You two just fail to communicate properly.”

“I know. I mean, we were practically yelling at each other—”

“No, ____.” She shakes her head, bringing her beer on the table. “What I mean is you two just hide and hide until eventually look what happened, you both bursted. You should have talked to him the morning after the almost kiss.”

“I didn’t know what to say.”

“How about, ‘hey, what the fuck was last night about?’”

“Well, it’s not as easy as it sounds.”

“You did it earlier.”

“It was because we were in the moment of telling those things to each other.”

“Still, it’s not like Jimin’s a stranger.”

“That’s the thing. Jimin’s not a stranger, and I didn’t want to confront him about him because of what might happen after if I did. But guess it all just ended the same ‘cause look at us now.”

“You just need to talk about this with him, ____, and then I think you’ll be fine.”

“Things won’t be the same anymore though.”

“Of course not.” She frowns. “But that doesn’t mean it can’t change for the better.”

I sigh, rubbing my face. “What will I say? And what if whatever I say won’t be enough?”

“You’ll never know if you don’t try. So, just go talk to him as soon as possible. The longer you prolong this, the longer it’d be hard for you both.”

We finished 2 cans of beer each, and after that talk, I walked her back to her apartment building and thanked her for always being there for me. Yongsun just grins and tells me to update her asap of what happens when I do talk to Jimin and I nod, rolling my eyes as I go book a taxi then.

As I face the window once I was already in a vehicle heading home, I begin to think that maybe Jimin was going to be staying at Taehyung’s apartment tonight and the chance to talk to him was going to be tomorrow. Unless he doesn’t go back until then and next thing you know, I come home and his clothes along with his things aren’t there anymore. Would he really just leave like that? Was this going to be the last time we’re going to talk? I was just overthinking, I know, though still I can’t help but believe that maybe it can happen.

Arriving by the doorstep, I’m almost hesitant to walk in. I didn’t want to remember the events earlier and I’m certain that I will if I see where it took place, but it’s not like I had any other places to go. Yongsun also had a roommate, and I wasn’t really keen on asking anyone such a big favor, so here I was right now, having no choice but to return here.

As I step inside, I’m surprised to see Jimin sitting on the sofa, abruptly standing up upon my arrival.

“____.” He breathes out.

There’s been dozens of scenarios that played in my head when I thought about coming home only to see Jimin already here, but not one of them included me suddenly running towards him and hugging him so tightly, holding on like my life depended on it—yet it was the one I was doing right this very moment.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry. I really messed up.”

Jimin wasn’t hugging me back, and I was panicking inside because of it. He then gently holds the sides of my head to pull my face away from his chest and looks me in the eyes, but when I’m sure that he’ll reject me right there, tell me that it was too late for anything, Jimin all of a sudden leans down and captures my lips with his, murmuring a sorry of his own.

I was shocked, though that didn’t stop me from immediately kissing him back, my hands wrapping around his neck to possibly bring him closer to me, his chest pressing against mine as his hands that were previously on my cheeks move to my waist, pulling me with him as I feel him walking backward.

I don't know which room we went in first, if it was mine or was it his. He didn’t open the lights and I couldn’t flutter my eyes open properly, too caught up with his lips that was now on my jaw and then my neck. We only stopped kissing when I was pushed gently to sit on the edge of the bed, opening my eyes then and I see Jimin looking at me. I grab the collar of his shirt to bring him closer, and he kisses me for a few seconds before abruptly pulling away, kneeling now in front of me.

“Are you drunk?”

The question makes me raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“You smell like beer.”

“I drank a little.” I shrug, about to kiss him again but he places his hands on my shoulders, making me let out a frustrated groan. “What now?”

Jimin smiles a little. “Let’s talk first before we do anything we regret.”

“Jimin, I’m not going to regret anything—”

“I’m sorry for being a coward.” He cuts me off, holding my hands now. “I’m sorry for acting like you don’t matter to me when you needed to feel it the most. I just… it’s hard too for me, you know? I didn’t want to make things complicated and I didn’t know you felt the same way about me…”

“Of course, I felt the same way. That night, I mean, we were only holding hands and shit but I don’t know, it made me wish that you were really mine.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” I could feel my face heating up. “And I’m sorry too... for not considering your feelings.”

“It’s okay.” He tucks a few strands of hair behind my ear. “I just… I want you to know that I wish you were really mine too.”

My heart beats even faster at that and I lean closer to place a long kiss on his lips. “I’m already yours, baby.”

“You know, if you keep calling me that—” he stands up and hovers me as I crawl backward on the bed— “I might just get used to it.”

The inside joke makes me laugh and he grins before kissing me again, both of our eyes closing while my head falls on the pillow, making me realize that we were in his room judging from the scent of his sheets which smelled so much like him. I cling onto Jimin and he starts undressing me slowly, removing my shirt and removing his next, his mouth attaching itself to my collarbones then lower.

I catch myself having problems when it came to breathing properly when I feel him kissing my cleavage, his fingers toying with my bra until he pulls it down so that he can latch his mouth on my nipple, sucking softly that easily makes me moan, my heart racing so rapidly I think it might actually come out of my body.

I was so overwhelmed by what was happening at the moment since never in a million years would I think I’d be in this kind of position with Jimin. For the past years of knowing him, he was only a roommate and possibly a best friend at how close we already were. The thought of being more than has never passed in my mind except that night of the campfire at least, and now I can’t even think of him as anything else.

Jimin must have noticed my silence and he stops sucking my breast, glancing up at me. “Is this alright?”

I exhale. “Yeah.”

“You’re being too quiet.” He moves up so that our heads were on the same level. “Are you sure—”

“Jimin, yes.” I hold one of his cheeks.

He gazes at me for a few seconds, probably measuring my expression and trying to determine if I was telling the truth, but I don’t let him analyze me for too long, instead just kissing him again to prove that I was telling him the truth which finally urges him to be at ease with me again.

My palm moves to his bare chest and I let out a shaky breath as I feel how toned it is. It might be because he always works his ass off at the practice room, being part of the dance group in his university after all, but I didn’t it be this toned.

Jimin takes off my bra fully and throws it somewhere on the floor, his kisses moving past my breast and now lands on my stomach, his hands now busy with the zipper of my pants as he successfully unzips it, tugging it down which I help by lifting my butt from the mattress so it can be easier for him. Once he has taken it off, he stands by the end of the bed for a moment and takes off his pants too, leaving himself in his boxers before coming back to me.

We go back to making out, Jimin squeezing my breast until I feel him sliding his hand over my underwear, his forefinger and middle finger gently rubbing my clit that automatically has me squirming under his touch. He kisses me harder, trying to get me to stay still, but my head just naturally falls back at this amazing sensation I was feeling as he rubs it even faster, his mouth once again finding itself on one of my nipples.

“Hmm, Jimin…” I bite my lip, trying not to moan too loud but I can’t help it.

He brings his hand inside my underwear and slides his finger up and down. He hisses, murmuring how wet I am already before putting a finger in that makes me inhale sharply, holding onto his other hand that was massaging my breast.

I whine when he puts another finger in, his name naturally falling out of my lips as he starts pushing it in and out, his pace getting faster as each second passed and I hold onto him even more, practically losing control as my hips move against his hand, Jimin whispering sweet nothings in my ears that just arouses me even more.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my fingers.” He licks my earlobe. “Fuck, you’re making me so hard right now.”

“Jimin, keep… keep going,” I breathlessly say.

He goes faster, moving his fingers around slightly and that’s when he starts hitting a spot that makes my toes curl. He notices the reaction I gave and stays in that position, prompting himself up so that he can angle his hand better. I look at him and see his gaze locked on my face, his eyes dark and half-lidded. I try to lean up and he gets the hint, capturing my mouth with his again and kissing me that just became the last straw as I come, my hips bucking up to chase my high.

When my thighs stopped convulsing, Jimin retracts his hand and sucks his fingers, eyes even closing that brings a new sense of arousal to wash over me.

“You’re so dirty,” I managed to utter and he only chuckles, sitting up then only to remove his boxers, moving his leg over my other side when he was done, my thighs being lifted so that they can rest on top of his, and then I get the perfect view of his hard cock so close to my waiting cunt.

Jimin uses the hand he fucked me with and moves it along his shaft, working his way slowly. I wanted to suck him off, just to make the two of us even and make him feel as good as he made me feel, but Jimin’s already scooting closer, the tip of his dick skimming over my wet heat, a low grunt escaping him while he bites his lower lip. Our eyes meet and he bends down to kiss me tenderly, grabbing one of my hands before ever so gingerly, he pushes himself in.

I gasp, my fingers clasping around his while he does the same, his head hanging beside me as I hear him take hurried breaths.

“Baby,” he grunts, “I’m going to start moving, okay?”

I could barely nod when he begins rocking his hips forward, filling me up completely and so good. Moans are being continuously spilled between us now, and I was desperately holding onto him in every thrust that he’d do, each jerk sending me off to a different place. Everything was just going by into this fast haze, pleasure and satisfaction consuming every bit of me that I can’t seem to concentrate on anything else other than the feel of Jimin slamming onto me repeatedly, his lips hungrily lapping against my throat, his fingers still tightly clutching mine—I was going to come again any minute now in this state.

“You’re so lovely,” he abruptly whispers, bringing my hand on the nape of his neck so he can put both of his palms on the bed to support himself better. He sucks in a deep breath. “So fucking lovely. You’re driving me crazy. Fuck.” He wriggles above me and I draw out a long moan of his name, causing him to chuckle.

The bed keeps on creaking and accompanied with the sound of our skin hitting each other, everything just feeds my hearing senses to let another wave of pleasure take place inside me. Not to mention that Jimin also wasn’t good at holding back his moans (not that I was), which just made this whole situation better and more arousing.

“Jimin,” I murmur, nails digging on his back, “you… you fuck me so good.”

“Shit, don’t speak like that, I’m going to come too fast.”

I laugh. “Are you going to come inside me, baby?”

“____,” he says my name in a warning tone and I whine when he rams onto me harsher.

“Come with me. I want you so bad.” My eyes remain shut as an upcoming orgasm presents itself. “I… fuck… Jimin, I love you.”

His hips stutter. “I’m going to come, baby, fuck!” He heaves. “Where—shit—where should I—”

“Inside me, please.”

“Are you... sure?”

“I’m on the pill. Don’t worry.” I chuckle before moaning out his name again.

In no less that a second, I feel him shoot his load inside me, quickly making me come as well. He moans loudly, the loudest of the night, and his body slumps over mine. I run my fingers on the back of his head, massaging his scalp and slightly tugging the roots of his hair, sighing contentedly. When he finally gathered himself together again, he lifts his head up and rolls over to the side, smiling at me with so much emotion seen in his eyes that I can’t help smiling right back.

“Did you mean that?” he asks quietly, moving closer as he puts the covers over us and places his arm underneath my head while I hug his torso. “Do you really love me?”

Blood rushes to my cheeks as I realize what I said out loud. “Well, um, I…” I play with the ends of his sheets, “the whole time I was avoiding you because of that night at the campfire made me realize a lot of things. And I don’t know if this is too fast or is it really love but… I’m so happy whenever I’m with you and you make me feel so safe and whole that I can’t think of any words that could describe what I feel for you,” I say, glancing up to see his reaction. “So, yeah, I love you… I think I really do.”

“Well, that’s a relief.”

“Hmm?”

“I love you too, idiot.” He has the nerve to flick my forehead. “Why do you still think I don’t?”

I punch his chest before embracing him tighter, locking my arms around him. “Sometimes it’s nice to hear it out loud, you know?”

“Noted. I’ll say it more from now on.”

“I love you,” I repeat, my voice louder now and my tone a little braver.

Jimin grins, every dimple in his face showing by how huge he was grinning, and kisses me. “I love you more, baby.”

***

“Class dismiss. Have a good weekend, everybody,” The professor tells us and begins packing his things, prompting us to stand up and do the same.

Yongsun taps my shoulder and says her farewells already since she was in a hurry and I give her a little wave before going back to my things. As I’m busy there, just trying to hurry up and get out of the lecture room as soon as possible, I see Bomi walking towards the exit quickly too before a notebook of hers falls on the ground.

Honestly, if this happened two months ago, I wouldn’t have bothered picking it up. That’s how much I didn’t like her. I was willing to turn a blind eye in order for her to lose important notes that could help her gain a perfect score for the next exam. But I haven’t been my bitterself these past few days, and whenever I think of Bomi, I also surprisingly don’t always think of spiteful things. Instead, I remember her being the person that kinda made Jimin and I happen, and for that, I was kind of thankful.

“Bomi!” I call when she was about to go through the doors. “You dropped this.” I put the notebook up in the air.

She raises her eyebrows and waits for me to arrive in front of her. “When did I lose that?”

“Just now.”

“Oh.” She gets it from me. “You didn’t steal it and pretended that I dropped it, did you?”

The assumption makes me roll my eyes but I ignore it. “No, of course not.”

“Thanks then.”

“Have a good weekend,” I tell her as she turns around.

Bomi turns to me one last time, a very puzzled and suspicious look on her face. “Okay… you too…”

I smile and walk pass her to the doors, pushing it open and practically running now to get down, my eyes in search for Jimin who now that I finally see, was standing close by a lamp post, attention solely on the puppy who was being walked by his owner. When I shout his name, his head snaps to my direction and a breathtaking smile conquers his features.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey.” I immediately wrap my arms around him and lean up for a kiss, in which he easily complies to.

Jimin pulls back. “Someone’s giddy. Did you get the highest score on a test or something?”

“No, I have something better.” I smile. “I have you.”

“Wow, that was cheesy as fuck, ____. I think I really cringed inside.”

I laugh out loud and he does too, hands going on the top of my head to brush some loose strands away from my face, the smile he previously wore noticeably wider now.

“You want to go somewhere? Like a place where we can eat early dinner or whatever?”

“How about just take-out or delivery and eating it at home?”

“Home?” he asks. “Well, okay. If that’s what my baby wants...”

I can’t help but grin at the endearment, Jimin then placing his arm around my shoulders while I put mine over his torso, leaning to him close and listening to him as he asks me about my day, extremely grateful that despite everything that happened, we managed to end up here.

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