#looking at his conversation from that kid who admired him just a chapter ago

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me ranting to myself in my head about how yuuji is a good character

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What to Expect | Chapter 5

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synopsis: your mother figures out your secret. Jake and Bradley have been taking turns being by your side. The toll of your pregnancy is starting to affect Bradley more than he says.

word count: 3.7k

warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, cursing, mentions of infidelity, fighting, fear.

The relationship that Tom Kazansky had with his four kids was a strong one. He got married to Sarah not long after they graduated high school. Tom wanted to make her his before he set out and joined the Navy. Sarah became pregnant with their first child Stephanie that following fall of the same year. Gia was born two years later, and after her was Dylan. Ice loved his two daughters to pieces. He spent every waking moment that he could with them. He was very hands on, teaching them how to ride a bike, playing catch in the backyard. He would even take them to the hangar every so often to see all the planes and gadgets. 

After Dylan, they took a break from having kids. Ice worked on climbing the ranks becoming an admiral before his fortieth birthday. But before turning forty, Sarah had just one more surprise for him. And that surprise would turn out to be you, their last child. Ice was brought to tears as the doctor placed you in his arms. Out of all the kids, you looked the most like him. People joked that you were his twin, and they were exactly right. 

Your three older siblings all followed in your fathers footsteps, and joined the Navy. Dylan was a fellow pilot like your father, earning the callsign Frost. He was currently stationed in Italy, and only came back for Christmas. Gia worked in the Law department for the Navy, working right under the JAG. And Stephanie worked as a doctor at the hospital on base. Everyone expected you to follow your fathers footsteps. You were just like him in so many ways. You had his attitude, his eye for precision, his confidence. But, you swore off the Military. You had enough of the military, growing up in it and watching your three other siblings follow into it. So when you came home one day and told your parents you were going to college to become a teacher, they actually celebrated. 

Ice knew everything about you before sometimes you even knew. So he knew you were in love when you came strolling into the house after spending an entire night out. He could see that lovesick look in your eye as you sat down at the breakfast table and tried to bluff your way through the interrogation that your mother was giving you. He had been able to know when you were lying, but he never said anything about it. So Ice wanted to know who had his daughter laughing and smiling at her phone. And then, you told him about Jake. 

At first, Ice was skeptical about Jake. He had seen far too many young men like him in his line of work, and didn’t want him around his youngest girl. But you assured your father that Jake was different. And Ice could see it when you brought him home for the first time. Ice watched as Jake treated you with the utmost respect, as if you were the admiral in the family. Ice could also see the lovesick look in Jake’s eye. He had seen that look before, he had seen it in the way Nick Bradshaw would look at his wife Carole, or how Maverick looked at his kawasaki. Jake Seresin was in love with you from the moment he met you. 

You had moved with Jake to Lemoore after he graduated TopGun. Though, Ice thought it was somewhat absurd to move in with a guy you’ve only known for ten weeks, but he did almost the same when he had met his wife. Tom and Jake had had a conversation not long after the Uranium Mission on when Jake was going to pop the question to you. Jake had already asked for your hand in marriage months ago. So it was very confusing when Ice woke up to you calling him in the middle of the night. He had tried to make sense of all the crying but had a hard time understanding you. What he did gather was that you were breaking up with Jake and moving home. 

For the past six months, you and Ice had been like peas and carrots again. The two of you would eat breakfast together every morning after working out in the home gym. The two of you sat at the kitchen table, like you were in grade school again, while Ice worked on paperwork and you worked on lesson plans. Ice loved having his little girl home again. He missed seeing your face around the house, or working on the old car out in the garage. But like before, Ice could tell if there was something wrong with you. And his dad senses were firing rapidly as he watched you poke around at your dinner. 

“Are you feeling alright, Bug?” Ice asked and you looked up from your plate. 

To be honest, you were fighting back the urge to gag at the sight of the chicken and rice casserole that was placed in front of you. It used to be one of the favorite dishes your mom made, but right now, you would be okay if you never ever saw it again. 

“Mhm, just fine, daddy,” You nodded, giving your father a tight lipped smile. But Ice was not convinced. He narrowed his blue eyes looking at you. He noticed the vice grip you had on your fork, and the way your knee was bouncing rapidly. You gulped as you set your fork down and grabbed your glass of water. You let out a shaky breath as you took a sip, hoping it would cease the rising bile in your throat. 

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Sarah asked her daughter, “You look a bit green.” 

You were going to nod again, when you gagged, and covered your mouth with your fist, “Can I be dismissed?” 

“Yes, come on,” Sarah said, standing up from her seat rapidly, to get to you. But you moved quicker than her, pushing away from the table and ran to the closest bathroom on the floor. Sarah flinched as she heard the door slam and looked at her husband, “Can you get some ginger ale from the fridge, please?” 

“Sure thing,” Ice said. He grabbed a green can from the fridge and went back down the hallway, where his wife still stood outside the bathroom door, knocking on it lightly. 

“Thanks,” Sarah said, taking the can from him, “She won’t open the door. I can hear her still getting sick. How about you go and clean up the dining room, I’ll keep trying.” 

“Okay,” Ice kissed the corner of his wife’s mouth before going back down towards the dining room. 

Sarah waited until she heard the clank of silverware, to knock gently on the door, “Bug, it’s me. Open up.” 

Sarah heard the door unlock and gently pushed the door open. She stood in the doorway and looked at you as sat on the bathroom floor, breathing slowly in and out. Your hands were still shaking and your stomach was still doing flips. The nausea patches Doctor Miller prescribed you weren’t doing shit. It seemed as though your sensitivity to smells overrode the nausea patch. 

“Stomach flu?” Sarah asked. She watched as you took a moment before nodding. You were lying to her. She waited a beat before stepping into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, “What’s really going on, Bug? I know that you’re lying to me. Tell me what’s going on.” Sarah sat down across the small bathroom from you. You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall, but it was useless. 

Your father had a perfect family image. He has had that image for years, going back before he was even a father, and even before he was born. The Kazanskys came from a long line of Military excellence. They did things by the book. They got married, and settled down, and had the next generation of servicemembers. They didn’t go out drinking until the black out, or got permanent ink on their bodies, or got pregnant before they were married. But here you were, about to ruin that perfect image your father has fought so hard to uphold and maintain. 

“I’m sorry,” You said barely above a whisper. Sarah’s eyebrows furrowed, “I’m pregnant, mom.”

“Oh,” Was all your mother said, and a sob left your lips. Sarah didn’t think twice as she moved over to your side of the bathroom, and pulled you into her arms. Like your father, you also had an obsession with the perfect image, and Sarah knew it. She knew that you had a plan, and that you wanted to stick to that plan, come hell or high water. The break up with Jake had been the first wrench thrown, and now, an unplanned pregnancy was the next. 

“I’m so sorry,” You cried. 

“Shh, shh, there’s nothing to be sorry about,” Sarah said, rubbing your back, “It’ll be okay.” 

“Daddy’s gonna be so mad at me,” You sobbed out and Sarah held you even tighter. There was only one man who meant everything to you, and that was your father. In all your years, you had tried your best to please him and do what he expected of you. When you didn’t go into the Navy, you knew you had to find a career that would exceed his expectations. Ice never specifically said that he had high expectations, it was just one of those things that was known and understood in the family. 

“He’s not, Bug,” Sarah said, and wiped the tears from her daughter’s face, “He will not be mad at you. And if he is, he’ll have to answer to me. He might be the admiral of the Navy, but I am admiral of this house,” You laughed at your mother’s words. She smiled sadly at you, “How far along are you?” 

“Fourteen weeks today,” You sniffled and grabbed your phone from the countertop. You opened your camera roll and found the picture of the sonogram. Sarah cooed as she looked at the photo. 

“Oh, my first grandchild,” She said, “I bet they’ll look like Bradley.” 

“Bradley?” You asked and Sarah looked up at you. 

“You aren’t with Rooster? You two have been around each other a whole lot these last couple months, I just assumed.” 

“No, momma,” You shook your head, “It’s actually, Jake’s. I, uh. . . . I slept with him. And we made that.” 

Sarah blinked in surprise. She certainly thought something was happening between you and the Bradshaw boy. It wasn’t uncommon for Bradley to be over and hang out with you, and Sarah could see the way he looked at you. The boy looked at you like you could move heaven and earth. But she had also seen Jake look at you the same exact way. Sarah withheld her comments and squeezed her daughter’s hands. 

“Well, either way, this baby is going to be loved and cherished,” Sarah smiled and you looked up at her, “I am so happy for you.” 

“Even if this wasn’t what was supposed to happen? Even though Stephanie or Gia, or hell even Dylan were supposed to have kids first.” 

“We both know Dylan won’t be having kids of his own for a very long time,” Sarah said and you laughed, “But yes, I am so happy for you, even if its a bit unexpected. And I know your father will be-” 

“Oh no,” You said, scooting away from your mother. 

“Are you going to be sick again?” Sarah asked, worry evident in her voice. 

“Daddy can’t know,” You said, shaking your head and Sarah frowned, “H-He can’t. He doesn’t even know why Jake and I broke up. And if he finds out that we had-” 

“Trust me, Bug, we’ve known that you and Jake have been sexual active for years,” Sarah said and your jaw dropped, “Why do you think condoms mysteriously end up in your bathroom when you’d come home for visits?” 

“Okay, ew,” You shook your head, “But it’s besides that. Daddy has an image, and this,” You pointed at your stomach, “Goes against the image. He’ll want Jake and I to get married, a-and I can’t do that. It’s bad enough that I have to share a child with him.” 

“He will not try to do that,” Sarah tried reasoning with you. If there was one thing Sarah had learned over the years, it is that there was no changing the mind of a Kazansky who had their mind made up already, “I won’t tell him, or pressure you. But you need to, sooner or later. I hate to tell you this, Bug, but you’ll start to show soon.” 

“Jake already thinks I am,” You smiled down at your little bloated bump. 

“You two alright?” Ice said, knocking on the door. You looked at your mother scared and she gave you a calming smile. She stood up from the floor and opened the door, seeing her husband looking at her with concern, “Is Y/N okay?” 

“She’s fine,” Sarah said, “She got her flu shot today and it made her a little nauseated.” 

“Oh no,” Ice said, looking around his wife and seeing you laying your head on your arm, resting on the closed toilet seat, “Does she need anything?” 

You thought for a moment. What you really wanted was Hot Cheetos and a Slim Jim, but you thought that might raise some questions. Instead, you lifted your head slowly and looked at your dad. 

“A mango ice pop,” You said and Ice smiled at you. 

“Got it, Bug,” Ice said and left the doorway. 

You waited a moment until you heard your dad open the garage door to go to the freezer, “I’ll be okay Momma. You can go now.” 

“If you need anything, let me know, okay. I had four babies myself, I kind of know how these things go,” Sarah said and it felt like a weight off your shoulders. You nodded and Sarah came over to you and placed a kiss on your head. 

You let out a sigh as she closed the door. You pushed yourself off the floor and brushed your teeth, rinsing the gross taste from your mouth. Your eyes fluttered down to your stomach, you had a hard time imagining what you would look like even a week from now. Everyday your little baby was growing, according to the facts that Jake sent you. You smiled to yourself and grabbed your phone, pulling up your text messages. Jake had told you the other day that you could text him for whatever you needed and he’d do it. 

‘Y/N: baby cravings.’ 

You rinsed off your toothbrush and grabbed the bottle of mouthwash. A ding cut through the quiet bathroom and you looked at your phone. 

‘Jake: what can I get you?’ 

‘Y/N: hot cheetos and slim jims’ 

‘Jake: those can’t be good for you?’ 

‘Y/N: Don’t tell me what’s not good for me.’ 

‘Y/N: one could argue getting pregnant is not good for me. But here we are’ 

You watched as the message went from ‘delivered’ to ‘read’ and as the three dots danced on the screen. You knew Jake was probably contemplating what to say back to you. You knew you were being a bit harsh towards him at times, but you blamed it on the hormones. 

‘Jake: I’ll be over soon.’ 

— — — 

Jake was exhausted. And everyone could see it as he walked into the hangar every morning. He had dark bags under his eyes and he was moving slowly. Coyote had to nudge him several times during their morning brief on the plan for the day. He had spent every night for the last couple weeks staying up with you. It felt like he was in high school again as you would sneak him after your parents went to bed, and bring him up to your room, where he would then spend anywhere from two to three hours trying to help you fall asleep. He was amazed at how you could go to bed so late at night and wake up so early in the morning. But you also told him that you go to the nurse’s office during lunch and take a nap. The caffeine withdrawals were really starting to hit you, and you hated it. Jake would leave the house before Ice got up and hoped that he didn’t catch his car in the driveway.

One of the best things to come from these past few weeks was the fact that you had another ultrasound. Jake was looking forward to the ultrasound every four weeks, circling the appointment dates on his calendar in bright red marker. He even bought a frame to highlight the growth of the baby, and put the ultrasound pictures in it. Every morning he woke up to the sight of his baby, and he loved it. You also gave your mom and Bradley copies of the ultrasound. 

On top of Jake’s exhaustion, Rooster was also tired, but in a different sense. He was spending all his free time with you. Whether it was holding your hair back while you threw something up, driving all over San Diego to satisfy your cravings, or rubbing your feet. You had told Rooster that he didn’t have to do these things for you, but he insisted that he wanted to. It made him feel like he was helping you by being your running maid. But Rooster was also tired of hearing you talk about Jake. It was bad enough that Rooster had to see him every day, but going to your house and hearing you talk about him was even worse. 

“Any questions?” Maverick asked, looking at his pilots. Ice was standing off to the side with Cyclone and Warlock. His blue eyes looked at the group, landing on two pilots who were fast asleep. 

“Bradshaw! Seresin!” Ice yelled and the two pilots jumped, and scrambled out of their seats, “Group, dismissed. You two, stay back.” 

In the past weeks, Ice had noticed a couple things about his newest instructors. One, they seemed to both have a sudden infatuation with his daughter. Though that wasn’t any different than normal, what was different was the hostility towards one another. They were constantly undermining each other in class and up in the air. Ice had seen this type of behavior before, and usually there was a girl behind it. 

Ice had also noticed there was a change in his daughter. She was spending less and less time with him, bringing up Jake’s name more, and he had caught Bradley with his hand on her belly the other night while they watched a movie. Ice had also noticed the way that Jake had seemed to adapt a new teaching approach. He was calmer than usual, taking time to explain what went wrong during the hop and how to do better. Jake usually took his win in stride and told the TopGun trainee “better luck next time” and walked away with a smirk. 

Jake and Bradley waited as Ice went to go talk to Maverick. Bradley looked over at Jake and rolled his eyes. He didn’t even look slightly nervous, as Bradley was shaking in his boots. Bradley thought that Jake was probably never nervous to talk to admirals and higher ranking officers. He had that sick southern charm and a million dollar smile. 

“Take a picture, Bradshaw, it would last longer,” Jake said. 

“This is your fault,” Bradley said. 

“And how is this my fault?” Jake asked, rolling his eyes. 

“If you weren’t a jackass and put a condom on, I wouldn’t have to be tending to your baby momma,” Bradley said. 

“What was that, Bradshaw? My baby momma?” Jake walked over to him, “She’s mine, Buckles,” The nickname dripped venom as Jake said it and Bradley clenched his jaw, “So back off my girl, and back off my kid. Go play make believe somewhere else.” 

Before Bradley could respond, the door to the classroom slammed shut. Ice’s brown dress shoes clicked across the floor as he walked to the front of the room. Jake took a step away from Bradley and looked at the admiral. Ice’s face was unreadable as he looked at the two of them. 

“I don’t know what the hell is going on, and nor do I care, but it needs to end,” Ice said, crossing his arms over his chest, “I would hate for you two young officers to be written up and kicked out of the instructor program.” 

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Jake said, and Bradley fought the urge to scoff. Ice looked at Jake and then to Bradley. He could tell that there was something that the pilot wanted to say and was biting his tongue. 

“Seresin, you’re dismissed,” Ice said and Jake looked at Bradley and then nodded. Ice watched as Jake left the room before taking a step closer to Bradley. 

As close as Tom and Jake were, Tom’s bond with Bradley was even stronger. After Goose’s death, Ice felt responsible for the wellbeing of the little boy. When he set up college funds for his four kids, he also made one for Bradley, and never told Carole. When Bradley found out that his tuition costs had been paid for, he was on the first flight to California to tell Ice that he was going to work and pay him back every cent. Ice simply told Bradley that he could repay him by becoming the next commander of the Pacific Fleet. Bradley promised that one day he would do exactly that. 

“Now, I can deal with Y/N not telling me the truth cause she’s been doing it for years. . . but you. . . You have never lied to me,” Ice said and Bradley gulped, “What’s going on?”

“I can’t tell you, Sir. I made a promise to Y/N.” 

Ice smiled at the boy. He was always her keeper, “Fine. But make nice with Seresin. I’m tired of the constant bickering and complaining.” 

“Will do, Sir,” Bradley nodded. 

“Your parents would be proud of you,” Ice said and pushed off the desk and walked out of the room. 

Bradley took a deep breath. He hoped that he was doing something to make his parents proud. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he noticed there was a snapchat from you. He smiled as he opened it. It was of you in the teacher’s bathroom at work, cradling your very small bump. Bradley took a screenshot of the picture, then locked his phone. He had a smile on his face for the rest of the day.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 (𝐏𝐓.𝟏) - 𝐂.𝐖

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝟹𝚡

Female Reader x Cole Walter

This chapter is just a flashback, but it is EXTREMELY important to read!

Y/n Y/l/n is a very smart girl, Y/n gets good grades, pays attention in class, takes thousands of notes, and also tutors kids who need it. Y/n was kind of known as a nerd, Y/n didn't care what people thought about you though. You just like learning new things and helping people out with school but if that considered you a nerd then so be.

But because out how smart you are you're used to tutoring a lot of people, so one day when the guidance counselor Y/n to tutor Cole Walter, the hottest guy in school and Y/n's crush, you obviously couldn't turn down the offer, not that you would've not matter who it was, you immediately agreed.

So, the next day the two of you started your lessons, twice a week after school and sometimes emergency sessions, just in case Cole needed extra help.

At first, the two started off weird and very quiet, Y/n didn't know how to talk to him, especially because you had feelings for him, not to mention Cole hated the idea of having a tutor, and just studying in general, but as the two got to know each other, they became quite close and started to develop a friendship.

But that all flipped upside down when one day Cole started playfully flirting with Y/n. She found herself falling for more than just his charm and good looks, once she got to know him she saw how sweet and caring he actually was and that he was a lot smarter than he seemed, he's just a 'dumb jock' he worked really hard, and was actually surprisingly good in school, all he had to do was apply himself, which he started doing with the help of you.

About a week and a half ago, it was time for their weekly study session, as usual she came over, and the two went to Cole's room so he could focus, there wasn't a full house, but Danny sat in the living room watching movies while Isaac, Lee and Alex were all outside, the Garcia boys skating and swimming while Alex, quietly read outside, wanting to get some fresh air. 

Their parents had taken the younger kids out of the house so Cole could study, which was something they usually did, they trusted Y/n to be alone with Cole, even though Katherine could tell that Y/n had the hots for Cole. Katherine trusted the girl knowing she was too shy to make a move on him and for some reason, she thought Cole wouldn't try anything with the girl, because when he first found out he was getting a tutor he said and I quote, "Ew, no she's a nerd," he was embarrassed to ruin his reputation but after he got to know the girl he realized that she was so much more than that.

So, the two sat on Cole's bedroom floor as Y/n started helping him with his Algebra homework, but Cole had other plans, he tried to distract the girl from the work, not wanting to study, he played with her hair, hid her pencils when she wasn't looking and even changed the topic multiple times, the girl followed his conversation but then realized what he was doing.

"Cole! you need to focus; this test is 20% of your grade!" the blonde-haired boy groaned in annoyance, rolling over on the floor so he was on his back, Y/n looked at him unamused by his actions, this was a normal thing he did when he didn't want to study, so you were pretty used to it.

Y/n crawled over to the boy, balancing yourself on your knees before sitting down next to him as he laid on the floor, "Cole." Y/n said with a warning tone, "I don't want to study! We've been at it for hours, let's take a break." he suggested, "Fine," Y/n reluctantly agreed with a huff.

"What do you want to do?" Cole didn't answer the question, he just sat up and placed his hands on his knees as he looked around the room. He looked bored, "We could play a game, watch a movie," Y/n listed things not paying attention to what Cole was doing, she looked off outside of his window admiring the view, but that all stopped when she felt him place his hand on her cheek.

Turning her attention to the boy as he gently forced her to look in his direction. His pupils were dilated, and he stared at Y/n, you had his full attention and he had yours, he continued to admire you as you sat there shocked by his actions, wondering where this was going, he started to lean in, at first you thought he was high or drunk, but he seemed perfectly fine.

Y/n quietly gulped, Cole was about to kiss you, your crush since like the 6th grade was about to kiss you and you didn't know what to do or if you should believe it or not. "Cole," you knew you probably just ruined the moment you had to know what was going on, what was happening? was this some type of prank? or was he serious?

"Yeah?" you took a deep breath, "Are you trying to kiss me?" it was an obvious question, really, but you wondered why, "If you'll let me," You looked at him and slowly and slightly nodded, confirming that you didn't mind.

Cole bought his lips to yours, sending butterflies everywhere, you swore you would explode, you had to be dreaming but you seriously didn't want to wake up if you were, it felt too good to be true. You immediately kissed back, but you couldn't pull away, you both continued to kiss until you pulled away.

Cole gave you these eyes, and you could tell he wanted more, you thought that he was probably just horny, and looking for someone to fill the void, but deep down you didn't care, you had been waiting for this moment for a while, to have your first kiss and your first time, and if that meant doing it with Cole Walter, you honestly didn't care.

You stared at him, slowly starting to give in to what he wanted.

You both started kissing again, continuing what you were doing, you started undressing each other, kissing down each other's bodies, it felt good, you were really horny and so was Cole, it was like being drunk, you didn't really know what that felt like because you had never been drunk but you were drunk in love.

You laid under Cole as he started to align himself with you, "Wait." you spoke causing him to stop, "I've never done this before," you told him, "I know, I'll help you," he told her, you nodded as he is started pushing himself inside of you. He didn't move, letting you get used to the feeling.

Y/n moaned at the feeling of him going inside of you, you took deep breaths as you got used to his big figure inside of you. Cole asked if you were okay and if you were ready, you frantically nodded, the pain was insane, it felt like your stomach was on fire but as he started thrusting in and out of you, the pain turned into pleasure and you couldn't help but moan, trying to stay quiet so no one else heard you guys, but it was kind of hard.

(Did I just write that?😨😱)

A few weeks later, Y/n stood outside of the Walter household. You were hesitant, questioning if you should knock or not. You had been seeing Cole because he still needed tutoring, you guys hadn't talked about what happened that day, Y/n was too scared to talk about it and Cole was forced into another relationship with Erin, which was pretty normal, but this wasn't the case.

Y/n took a deep breath before walking up to the door and knocking. You awkwardly stood at the door, you were nervous and scared, and you didn't even know what you would say to him. You were greeted by Katherine who smiled at you, inviting you inside, you awkwardly greeted her back telling her that you needed to speak with Cole, she made small talk with you as George called Cole down which caused you both to cover your ears at the loud yell.

Cole made his way downstairs a few seconds later, at first his tone was tired and annoyed but that all changed when he saw you standing with Katherine in the kitchen, "Oh hey, Y/n," Y/n awkwardly smiled at him, "Hi," you greeted him.

The two adults made their way out of the kitchen when Cole looked with raised eyebrows wondering why they were being weird. "What's up? we don't have a session today," he looked at her confused as he slowly made his way over to you where you leaned against the island with a cup of tea that Katherine placed down for you before she left. 

"Can we go somewhere more... private?" you asked, he nodded and the two of you made your way upstairs to his room. Cole sat down waiting for you to join him, you felt weird and didn't want to sit down but you reluctantly did, trying to get comfortable "So, what's up?" he questioned, you couldn't bear to look him in the eye, your eyes wandered the room before speaking, "We need to talk..." 

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: And we're back to not having a break! -Danny Words: 1,945 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Young Love' -by Phillip Vo

XL: Please Say Sike Right Now

Everyone knew about Leo's curse by the next morning. Jason told Piper, Nico told Hazel because Hazel already knew half of it, and then Hazel told Frank because Leo knew about his curse anyway, so it was fair. At least they all had the decency to pretend not to know and treated Leo and her like usual, though they'd started to look at Leo like he'd predicted. 

Ara's recovery is tough throughout the day. If she does things that take a lot of effort she feels something like a heart attack and has to sit down for a moment. Next time she runs into Eros, she'll snap his bow in half.

Things are changing, Nico isn't a sweetheart, but now they've been able to train together without any major fights. More so, they can sit and have a civil conversation without having to be half a mile from each other. Nico is polite when Ara asks what to expect from the House of Hades, and he makes a few suggestions for the best way to tackle the mission. Ara listens and together with Hazel, they make a solid plan.

Leo trains hard, but by the third day the weather gets too unpredictable to stay on the upper deck for long periods and he gets worried about Festus malfunctioning like he did during their first quest, so he takes the day to do a full check-up of the ship.

"So much for the big team meeting," he glares at the gray sky, they were supposed to be holding up a session to talk about their new plan, but there was much to be done. "Looks like it's just us again."

Ara can't help but stare while he works, removing the Archimedes sphere and turning off Festus. He gestures at her to get closer and she does, now he's ready to teach her how to use it, the problem is that she isn't paying attention at all.  She is so in love there might as well be little 3D hearts floating around over her head while Leo points at the symbols around the sphere and talks nonstop about their functions.

All her life she'd been stressing over being the nice, adjustable girl so people wouldn't leave her, all to find out she'd never been the problem, she just had to find her people. Percy, Annabeth, Lily, Leo—heck, even Nico has proved to her that she's valued. Hercules's words don't sting as much now. 

All these kids that are used to moving on and never staying in one place, keep coming back to her. Especially Leo Valdez, and man, she's crazy about him. She can now admit that with a smile on her face. "You're so cute," Ara blurts out, leaning against the control board with a smile on her face.

Leo looks back up at her, eyes slightly out of focus after being interrupted mid-sentence. To Ara's surprise, he frowns at her compliment. "You didn't hear a word of what I just said, did you?"

"I'm sorry," she grins and blushes, feeling like her old Aphrodite self for a moment. "I think I'm sick."

"Sick?" Leo touches her forehead. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm lovesick, Admiral," she continues with a silly smirk. "It has no cure."

The boy looks at her in amused defeat. "Who are you? My girlfriend doesn't flirt like this—she rolls her eyes and pretends to be annoyed at my bold moves until she gets tired and kisses me."

"I flirt!"

"No, you don't."

"I flirt all the time."

"This is genuinely the first time in seven months I hear you say something so wack," he laughs. "Sunshine, Eros did a number on you."

"I literally proposed to you like what, a week ago?"

"I proposed first! You can't flirt by reusing my moves!"

"Guys," Jason interrupts their banter. "Hate to interrupt your argument on who's the smoothest, but we want to know how long 'til we reach Epirus."

Leo has the answer at the ready, of course. "By tomorrow morning, we'll reach the western coast of Greece. Then another hour inland, and bang—House of Hades! I'ma get me the T-shirt!"

"Yay," Piper sighs. 

"Pipes, can you tell your sister I'm the one with the rizz in the relationship?"

"I'm not saying that."

"Of course not," Ara nods solemnly. "Because it's a lie."

"Come back when you get a fanclub of nymphs," Leo snorts.

"I have a satyr fanclub," Ara shrugs.

"Satyrs are easy to charm, though—!"

"Guys," Piper interrupts them again. "I've been thinking about the Prophecy of Seven."

They share a look and then Leo turns to Piper. "What about it? Like... good stuff, I hope?"

"In Katoptris," the girl starts explaining, adjusting the cornucopia over her shoulder. "I keep seeing that giant Clytius—the guy who's wrapped in shadows. I know his weakness is fire, but in my visions, he snuffs out flames wherever he goes. Any kind of light just gets sucked into his cloud of darkness."

"Sounds like Nico," Leo jokes. "You think they're related?"

"Hey, man, cut Nico some slack," Jason scowls.

"He's joking," Ara intervenes, giving Jason a look that means 'drop it'. The point is to not bring attention to Nico, and if they try to protect him from random and harmless teasing it's going to look suspicious.

"Piper, what about this giant?" Jason makes a fleeting face of discomfort before looking back at his girlfriend. "What are you thinking?"

Leo and Piper share a look of confusion, not knowing why Ara and Jason suddenly seem slightly upset with each other, they usually get along just great.

"I keep thinking about fire," Piper continues. "How we expect Leo to beat this giant because he's..."

"Hot?" Leo smirks.

"Um, let's go with flammable," Piper raises a brow. "Anyway, that line from the prophecy bothers me: To storm or fire the world must fall."

"Yeah, we know all about it," Leo glances at Ara, but he doesn't say anything. "You're gonna say I'm fire. And Jason here is storm."

"So you're worried one of us will endanger the quest, maybe accidentally destroy the world?"

"No. I think we've been reading that line the wrong way. The world... the Earth. In Greek, the word for that would be..."

"Gaea." Jason tilts his head. "You mean, to storm or fire Gaea must fall?"

Leo tries to look cheery when she mentions it, once again giving Ara a look that it's meant to say 'I told you so'. "You know, I like your version a lot better. 'Cause if Gaea falls to me, Mr. Fire, that is absolutely copacetic."

"Or to me... storm." Jason kisses the girl's cheek. "Piper, that's brilliant! If you're right, this is great news. We just have to figure out which of us destroys Gaea."

"Maybe. But, see, it's storm or fire..." She draws out Katoptris and places it on the console.

Leo hooks his fingers on the waist of Ara's jeans, pulling her away from the blade. He scowls at it the same way Ara does all the time, neither Piper nor Jason notices, but Ara feels a warmth spreading on her chest at the boy's gesture. It's nonsense because the dagger on itself can't hurt her, but still, Leo trying to keep her away from the things that make her uncomfortable is sweet.

"I'm worried about Leo and this fight with Clytius," Piper continues. "That line in the prophecy makes it sound like only one of you can succeed. And if the storm or fire part is connected to the third line, an oath to keep with a final breath..."

Ara feels a weight dropping on her stomach at those words. An oath. She hadn't thought about it nearly as much as she should've. 

"I think my prophecy overlaps with this," she confesses.

"Ara." Leo says warningly.

"No, listen—I'd forgotten that line," she tells him. "That doesn't sound good for us."

"Ara." The boy insists a little more sternly.

"Wait, what?" Jason frowns. "What do you mean? Your prophecy is about Leo's curse?"

"Yes."

"Guys, wait up," Leo stands between her and Jason to stop their exchange, still holding the Archimedes sphere in one hand. "Don't freak out yet."

"Yet? I've been freaking out a whole month!" She exclaims.

"Leo's right, Ara," Jason tries to reason. "We'll drive ourselves crazy overthinking it. You know how prophecies are. Heroes always get in trouble trying to thwart them."

"Yeah," Leo agrees ironically. "We'd hate to get in trouble. We've got it so good right now."

"You know what I mean," Jason insists. "The final breath line might not be connected to the storm and fire part or your prophecy. For all we know, the two of us aren't even storm and fire. Percy can raise hurricanes."

"And I could always set Coach Hedge on fire," Leo suggests. "Then he can be fire."

"I hope I'm wrong," Piper turns to her. "But the whole quest started with us finding Hera and waking that giant king Porphyrion. I have a feeling the war will end with us too. For better or worse."

"Hey," Jason comments, "personally, I like us."

"Agreed," Leo reaches for Ara's hand. "Us is my favorite people."

Ara squeezes Leo's hand and looks at Jason and Piper. She has a weird relationship with this trio, she's protective of them because they were their first quest as a guardian, like an older sister, even though she's the youngest of the group.

She remembers their time bonding inside a sewer, when they went to a cafe all dressed up for different parties, and their fight to free Hera. The first time Ara felt like a real hero, even if she was beaten, cold, and so scared and angry...

She wants to tell them about the prophecy but Leo is stopping her, knowing it's better to have a clear view of things before jumping to conclusions. She's spiraling and thinking Leo will die if he decides to take matters into his own hands, and he doesn't want her to push him out of this again.

The girl shivers just thinking about what would happen to her if Leo gets hurt again. Then she shivers again and realizes the temperature has drastically dropped. The smell of snow increases, the clouds are thickening above them, and the air... It doesn't matter how crazy the weather can be, there is no way a snowstorm is likely to happen in the middle of July, near the coast of Greece.

"Leo," Piper seems to have noticed something's up at the same time as Ara. "Sound the alarm."

Leo tenses and slams his fist on the button, then the charmspeak wears off and he frowns. "Uh, it's disconnected—Festus is shut down. Gimme a minute to get the system back online."

"We don't have a minute! Fires—we need vials of Greek fire. Jason, call the winds. Warm, southerly winds."

Ara looks for Almighty in her pocket and drags her Octopi bag from under the control board, looking for her flintlock. "Wait, what?" Jason watches them in confusion. "Girls, what's wrong?"

"It's her!" Piper seizes her dagger. "She's back! We have to—"

It happens too fast to understand it: The ship freezes in place and ice quickly covers every surface, Jason draws out his sword and he gets turned into an ice statue like Thalia all those months ago.

"Leo! Flames! Now!" Piper calls desperately.

Something tries to snatch the Archimedes sphere out of Leo's hand and he holds onto it tightly, getting lifted along with the object and he starts to struggle in the air. "Hey! Hey! Let me go!" Leo yells at the wind.

"No!" The moment Ara tries to move, her feet get frozen in place.

"Yes, Leo Valdez... I will let you go permanently."

The boy gets thrown out of the ship so violently that all Ara hears is a brief gasp before he's out of sight.

"Hi again, Arae Jackson. We didn't properly introduce last time, daughter of Olympus," Khione speaks to her. "And unfortunately, there is only enough time to kill you now."

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"Love's Bittersweet Embrace" A Tale of Love.

(fluff)

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this is something I've been working on for a while now I've just been really busy I never got time to finish it so here it is I hope you like it.

Chan had always been known as the charismatic leader of the popular K-pop group, Stray Kids. With his charming smile and natural talent for performing, he captured the hearts of fans all over the world. But little did anyone know, there was one person who had captured his heart in a way no one else could – you. It all started four years ago, when you first met Chan at a fan meet and greet. As a fan of Stray Kids, you were ecstatic to finally meet your favorite idol in person. But little did you know, that encounter would change your life forever. From that day on, Chan couldn't get you out of his mind. He found himself looking forward to seeing you at fan events and concerts, always making sure to give you special attention. You were touched by his genuine kindness and couldn't help but develop feelings for him as well. As the years went by, Chan and you became closer and closer. He would often seek you out during breaks from their busy schedules, and the two of you would have long conversations about anything and everything. He shared his dreams, fears, and hopes with you, and in return, you did the same. It wasn't until a year ago, during a quiet moment backstage, that Chan finally mustered the courage to confess his feelings for you. He took you on a romantic date, and under the stars, he poured his heart out to you. Your answer was a resounding yes and from that moment on, you became inseparable. A year later, in a beautiful ceremony surrounded by your loved ones, you and Chan exchanged vows and became husband and wife. Your love for each other had only grown stronger over the years, and now you were ready for the next chapter of your life together. A few months after the wedding, you found out you were pregnant. Chan was ecstatic, and the two of you couldn't wait to welcome your first child into the world. Nine months later, your son was born, and the happiness you felt was indescribable. A year later, you welcomed your daughter into the world, completing your little family. With two beautiful children, you and Chan were the happiest you had ever been. Despite their busy schedules, Stray Kids never failed to make time for their families, and Chan always made sure to prioritize spending time with you and the kids. As you looked back on your journey with Chan, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the day you first met him. From a single fan's admiration, you had now become the love of his life, his wife, and the mother of his children. It was a love story that no one could have predicted, but one that brought you both endless joy and happiness. And as you watched your children playing with their father, you knew that no matter what the future held, you and Chan would always have each other, and that was all you needed to live a fulfilling life.

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Our Hero Academy

Chapter 9 - Loving you

Prev. Chapter

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers

Words: 3.8k

Summary: 15 years ago, Eraser Head was starting his hero studies with his best friends Hizashi and Oboro. Contrary to what people think, his teenage years in the U.A. were bright and lovely, filled with the laughter of his best friends and his girlfriend's unconditional love. What happened over the years? What changed him into a gloomy sensei?

Extra note: You can totally picture Y/N in the OC female name, it's just that it'd be cute to read Aizawa calling her pet names. 🤍

Please give a lot of love to @merrymonkey and her art!

Chapter 9 - Loving you

Due to how demanding their internships during the first year were, it was really hard to get some free time. However, Oboro convinced his friends to have lunch together on a Saturday.

The young trainees were laughing hearing Hizashi telling a story about how he and Midnight screwed things up during a mission when three pro heroes entered the place and people started to murmur and look at them with admiration. Although they were young, their talent, charm, and appearance had made them quite popular. The heroes were about to sit when they recognized Kaori's pink hair and didn't hesitate to say hello. 

“You've gotta be kidding me! Look who's here!"

Hizashi, Oboro, and Aizawa observed as Kaori's cheeks automatically blushed. And who could have blamed her? There was no one who didn't have a crush on those three heroes, even Hizashi and Oboro who were almost drooling looking at them.

It was the very first time the guys had seen Kaori acting like that in front of a boy. No matter how attractive the people who had asked her out at the academy were, she rejected them without thinking. But in that moment, she could barely make eye contact with them.

“Senpais, what a pleasure” She greeted politely.

“Nice to see your beautiful cotton candy hair again so soon!” Another of them said touching the girl's head, which instinctively caused Aizawa's body to tense up.

“What the hell's going on here? Why do you know them?” Hizashi asked, being as reckless and indiscreet as ever.

“A few nights ago I had to cover for someone at the agency, I got lost and ended up in the area where they patrol.”

“And why don't you know them if you guys work at the same agency, Shota?” The blonde asked, looking at Aizawa, who simply responded that he was attending another emergency.

“Kaori's wonderful! Despite being so young, she took care of everything herself. If the boss had seen you in action, he'd have asked you to work with us.” Said the third hero. “I mean, Endeavor has a very good eye for choosing his sidekicks.”

Kaori looked so embarrassed but flattered at the same time, that Oboro couldn't help but laugh as he hugged her.

“Kari, aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Oh, yes! I'm sorry! These are Eraser Head, Present Mic, and Loud Cloud.” Hizashi and Oboro stood up and bowed their heads while Aizawa barely lowered his.

“Do you mind if we sit with you? This place's crowded. We'll be colleagues, it's always good to know who you'll be working with.”

While Oboro and Hizashi received them kindly and were even excited to be able to share a table with heroes as important as them, Shota seemed surly, stony, and highly disinterested in the conversation. He was internally grateful to be out of soda, as that would give him a perfect excuse to get up and walk away from the table at least for a few minutes.

“Shota, wait for me! I also need to refill it!

As Kaori stood up, her sweater fell and the hero who had touched her hand kindly took it, cleaned it, and put it on the girl's shoulder.

Hizashi and Oboro laughed at her face; however, that action had been the worst trigger for Aizawa, who walked faster. Once in front of the drinks, the girl kept smiling.

“The food's delicious, don't you think, Shota? We'd have listened to Hizashi when he recommended this place to us the first time.”

“It's lousy. The meat isn't well seasoned and the vegetables are raw. It'd have been better to eat at home.”

“Come on, don't be that harsh."

“You didn't tell me you had worked with anyone else that night.”

“I forgot, when I returned to the agency they assigned us more jobs. But don't you think it's great that we can share the table with them? The U.A. professors always say that it's important to create a good network among colleagues and they are very good!”

“Kari, let's get out of here.” He said turning around and looking into her eyes. “Let's go home, or go to the beach, you always like to go there.”

"Seriously? But you were the one who was hungrier.”

“Well, my appetite went away.”

“But it'd be very rude to just leave. Hizashi and Oboro are talking and the pro heroes just sat with us."

“Fine” He replied sighing.

Back at the table, the conversation continued as pleasant as it had been from the beginning. The three young men were very interested in the students' abilities. They tried to talk to Aizawa on several occasions but received such brief answers that it seemed impossible to talk to him. Everyone perceived the negative vibe in Shota and his gaze left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Not even Oboro and Hizashi, who had known him all their lives, had seen him as pain as that night.

Aizawa felt like he was going to throw up at any moment. Seeing how the guys flirted with Kaori made him think that even that horrible food was poisoning him. It was even worse when there was any touching involved, he was even tempted to use his weapon when one of the guys touched again Kaori's hair.

“Kaori, you were so helpful that night that we should thank you properly. We receive many courtesies from different places, we could take advantage of a few and invite you to eat.” The hero offered with a smile that caused even Oboro and Hizashi to sigh gawking at the boy, he was ridiculously handsome. He had blonde hair, honey eyes, and a very shapely body, even with the exercise clothes he wore people could see his muscles. “We could go to eat, visit a zoo, or even go to the movies. Whatever you want."

Nausea reached its peak, his annoyance made him clench his teeth and without realizing he had also clenched his fists. Aizawa felt how his hair began to rise as it happened every time he used his power, and felt the burning in his eyes indicating that he was nowhere near erasing the powers of everyone who was in that restaurant.

"You're leaving now?" Oboro asked when he saw that his friend stood up, his facial expressions could not be more evident, they had never seen his jaw that tense.

"It's late." He responded with a terrifying tone of voice, so raspy that they could hardly understand him.

And just like that, the young hero left the restaurant without saying goodbye.

The next few days Aizawa was too quiet in class, too quiet even coming from him. During breaks he limited himself to eating and during training with Kaori he also remained silent. By Thursday, the boys got tired of his attitude. If they were lucky to get an answer from Shota, it was barely monosyllables, sarcastic comments, or guttural sounds.

“Ok, that's enough, I refuse to continue living with your emo personality,” Hizashi said hitting him on the back of the head while his friend looked for his shirt. He had just taken a shower after training.

As a reaction, Aiwaza threatened him with his gaze, erasing his power right there.

“Come on, give it back. We made a promise, not to use our quirks against us.” Oboro said creating a small cloud above Aizawa's head. “Either you return Hizashi's voice, or you'll be hit by a downpour.” Aizawa stopped looking at Hizashi and fixed his red eyes on Oboro. "You bitch!" He exclaimed seeing his quirk had been also erased. 

In a worse mood than before, Aizawa finished putting on his shirt and left the locker room. His hair was still soaked and his shirt wasn't even closed properly. Because he was so upset, he didn't notice that many of the girls were gawking just by seeing him pass by.

The quiet boy entered to the gym where his class would train with another one from the second year. Aizawa leaned against a wall while he waited for the professor to come and tell them what to do. Only a few minutes had passed when he sensed a presence.

“Midnight, what do you want?” He asked with his arms crossed and without seeing her in the face.

“I'm older than you, you should respect me.” Next thing Aizawa felt was Nemuri's whip hitting his head. "Where are the others? Why do you come with wet hair? Did you realize that you didn't close your shirt properly?” For Midnight there was nothing funnier than teasing Aizawa. She had met him during training and from the first day she would not leave him alone. "What's going on?"

“There are too many questions and none of them matter to you.”

“Hey! You are usually bitter, but not rude.”

“I'm sorry…”

“Apologize to me after I comb your hair. Look, if you move back those locks, people can see your forehead.”

While Aizawa was trying to avoid her so she wouldn't touch his hair, Kaori came in with Oboro and Hizashi. Seeing the image of Aizawa and Midnight, the girl even stopped walking.

“That fucker! He fights with us and acts like a stupid domesticated cat with Midnight!"

Meanwhile, Midnight followed Aizawa's gaze and noticed the three young heroes. Then, getting closer to his ear, she whispered:

“Have you already asked her out?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?"

Midnight laughed softly at seeing him embarrassed. “You obviously like Kaori, and I think she likes you too. You should ask her out!”

“You don't know what you're saying. We're just friends.”

“Are you that stupid? Aren't you like the genius of your generation?”

“Have you never heard what people say about…?”

“About the relationships between heroes? Bullshit! Do you want to live alone even when you could share everything with someone important to you, Eraser?" Seeing that the hero was not arguing and that he was listening to her, she continued. “I know you're an introvert, but you can do it! You trust her, you spend a lot of time with her, and you're not ugly.”

“That was supposed to be a compliment?”

“Take it as you want, but if you don't move, someone else will.”

Seeing Nemuri and Shota talking so close, Kaori decided to continue walking. She preferred to train alone than to continue seeing them together.

Later that day, Hizashi, Kaori, and Oboro were on the rooftop having lunch, or at least trying, since the girl hadn't taken a bite.

"Shota's not coming again?"

“I don't know. Now we hate him." Hizashi replied crossing his arms in front of his chest. “He dared to erase my quirk! And he left Oboro without his clouds.”

“Were you bullying him?”

"No!" They both said at the same time.

“We just asked him what was wrong!"

"You called him emo, Hizashi."

"And you told him he was a bitch."

The boys couldn't continue talking because they heard some footsteps and when they turned around, they saw Aizawa approaching.

“Shota!” The girl exclaimed as her face lit up with a beautiful smile.

“Oh! You deigned to come. We thought you would eat with Midnight.” Hizashi's claim made Shota grin, the blond sounded even worse than a jealous girlfriend. What he didn't notice was Kaori's face, whose smile almost disappeared at the mention of Nemuri.

“I won't use my erasure on you again, I promise.”

That statement was just the apoligy the boys were expecting, for they did not ask anything else, just continued eating. Actually, Hizashi and Oboro ate as if their lives depended on it and then left with some stupid excuse that neither Kaori nor Aizawa understood. It was not clear why they had to go looking for a book that Oboro had lost in the pools. Oboro didn't even read well!

“I swear, if those two idiots don't act soon, I'll send them an anonymous letter,” Hizashi said to Oboro before disappearing with his friend.

“I'm glad you finally decided to show up. I have something for you.” Aizawa raised his eyebrows at the same time that the girl searched through her things. “You left very early on Saturday, but the boys and I stopped by a small fair and I saw something you might like.”

Intrigued by what was inside the bag, the boy opened it and smiled so tenderly that even his tired eyes expressed how much he liked it. It was a cat keychain.

"Thanks, Kari, I love it." Aizawa said, with a smile that made him look even more handsome. “Do you have his partner? Looks, his paw is extended."

"Oh, I did not know he had a partner!" She said, forcing a smile, because she did know. "But it's okay! As long as you have this one, it's enough.”

Finally, when classes were over, Aizawa was closing his backpack when Oboro and Hizashi looked at the keychain.

“Kari finally gave it to you! She's wanted to do it since she won it.” Hizashi commented.

“Did she win it?”

“After making us wait almost an hour while she tried to hit the target by throwing darts, yes, she did it. She was very excited because she wanted to give it to you, we told her to stop spending money, but she didn't listen to us, you know how stubborn she is." Oboro explained. “To tell the truth, it was kind of sad. That cat had a partner, but Kari didn't have any more money and we had already spent everything."

Aizawa felt like a perfect idiot when he remembered how he had behaved those days. "See you." The boy said taking his backpack and running out of class. It was not common to see him rushed or urgent about anything.

Meanwhile, Kaori was walking towards the exit when Aizawa spotted her. He didn't mind pushing a couple of students to get to her side quickly.

"Come on, Kari, we have to go."

Aizawa took her hand and practically dragged her with him.

“Shota…”

“Don't even try because you're not going to convince me.” Aizawa was already paying for the game for the fifth time, he was determined to win the other keychain.

After another couple of tries, Aizawa finally got it and turning around with a grin from ear to ear, he showed her the object.

“Shota, you did it!” He exclaimed jumping and clapping.

“And we still have some time before work. Is there something you want to do? Forget it, I know what you want.”

Soon they had reached the beach. They walked for a while while talking about everything that had happened the last few days. It seemed Aizawa had finally gotten over his bad mood. After a while, they sat on the sand and Kaori made her friend laugh by playing with the waves. She could slow them down or she could make them extend a little further until they almost reached where they were sitting.

Aizawa had been distracted from Kaori's game, as he was hypnotized by watching her laugh. In fact, for him, just looking at her smile like that was enough reason to feel at peace, happy, and even grateful. His heart was so full for Kaori, so occupied by her, that Aizawa couldn't even call it his own.

Back on that night, Kaori interpreted Aizawa's silence as the end of their conversation, so she stood up.

“I think it's time to go to sleep.”

“Kaori” he also called, standing up and preventing her from leaving, he took her hand. “I didn't tell you anything about Midnight because it's not true, I don't like her. Oboro and Hizashi were just talking nonsense because they also know that I’m not interested in her.”

“Then why do they say that?”

“Because they are idiots, and according to them, they are helping me.” He said with blushing cheeks. “But I'm tired of this, I'm tired of denying it and trying to hide the truth. I have no interest in Midnight or anyone.”

The confidence with which Shota spoke and the seriousness in his words left Kaori without any doubt. However, far from dismissing the discomfort she felt in her chest since the topic arose, it got worse. If at any time she could have imagined that he felt something more than friendship towards her, there was no longer room for that. Even though he liked to fool herself into thinking that her feelings for Shota were reciprocated, deep down Kaori kept telling herself that it wasn't possible. However, hearing him say something like that broke the young girl's heart.

“I get it.” She answered barely audible to Aizawa, and that is that if she spoke even a little louder, she would cut off her voice.

“Kari…” he called, bringing his hand to the girl's beautiful face, and that was how he discovered that she was biting her lip to try to make her stop shaking.

It was enough for Aizawa to feel how his world turned upside down again just by having her this close to decide to take the next step. He had highly doubted it for fear of ruining things between them, but he had to take the risk.

“It's been a long time since I lost my mind over someone. That person looked at me and smiled like no one had done before. She didn't even know me and offered me the kindest smile ever, but I wasn't able to do anything more than look at her. How could I react if a girl that gorgeous smiled at me?” He said, perfectly remembering his first day at U.A., that moment when he saw Kaori for the first time he could never forget. “Despite my personality, she has been with me and she has believed in me. To be fair, she has more confidence in me than I do myself. You can imagine the panic I felt when I thought I was going to lose this person.” With every word Aizawa said to Kaori his heart beat faster.

“How could I be interested in someone else when you exist?” He asked, brushing his thumbs over the girl's cheeks and then, delicately, over her lips. “Maybe it was your laugh, or your green eyes, or your smile. It could have been your pink hair, or your sweet voice. Maybe it was the way you fell asleep on my shoulder or every aspect of your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty damn hard.”

Sure of what he felt, Aizawa took the last missing step and dared to kiss her. He could try Kaori's lips again, but this time as he had dreamed of doing since day one. It was no longer an accidental kiss, but a totally intentional one. Aizawa's hands, despite always being covered up to half of the fingers by bandages, because the metal of his weapon hurt him, felt warm and touched the girl's face very delicately.

What contrasted with the softness of his lips and how he caressed her were his shoulders, and Kaori discovered it the moment she touched them. Of course she knew how toned Shota's body was, after all, they trained together and physical closeness was inevitable. However, now that she was caressing his shoulders, that she was actually taking the time to feel his body, she discovered how muscular he was. It was as if all that time getting to know Shota hadn't prepared her to really know how much she liked him.

Little by little, taking their time, the kiss began to intensify, as Kaori was able to react and respond appropriately. If Aizawa had any doubts, they were dispelled when he felt the girl's soft hands run over her neck and then hug him. Furthermore, it was no longer just their lips, it was also their tongues that were touching. However, when Kaori brought her fingers to Aizawa's long hair, he almost interrupted the kiss. He didn't, but he did let out a small grunt.

“I'm sorry…” The girl said, separating herself a little, but he stopped her and brought her closer again, taking her by the hip.

“You didn't do anything wrong, it's just…”

The closeness allowed Kaori to perfectly appreciate how the hero's brunette skin blushed. Her heart melted when she saw the young man's reaction, despite being serious and seeming cold, Shota was just a softie when it came to her.

“It's just what?" She asked playing with Shota's hair.

“It's just... since we kissed the first time I haven't stopped thinking about how much I wanted it to happen again, and that it's happening now... I don't know, Kari, it seems incredible to me. Also," He lowered his gaze even further, because the following comment embarrassed him, he still did not have enough confidence to express himself so openly. “Your hands feel great in my hair.”

That little comment stirred so much inside Kaori that she couldn't control herself. In a fraction of seconds, their hair and clothes moved due to the strong blizzard caused by the girl. It didn't make sense that that had happened when the night was cold, but not windy, it was OBVIOUS what had happened, especially after their first kiss when Kaori controlled the snow and rain without even noticing it. To make it even funnier, not only were they very disheveled, but the girl's face was so red, it didn't even look like her.

“We had promised not to use our quirk against us.” He joked, simply gawking at her and approaching again, but this time he tried to caress her neck. “Kari…” He said, laughing tenderly. “I'm not gonna do anything to you, I'm just trying to tell you that I think you're probably going to end up blowing us up.”

“I just like you a lot, Shota.” She confessed enjoying the boy's caresses, she never imagined he could be that sweet. “Since the first time I was close to you I wished I could stop time. You… you just have the sweetest soul. The way you treat me and how you care about me is something I never expected to find in anyone. Being close to you is like being at home. I'm the happiest with I'm with you. I think I wished for you all my life.”

Aizawa sighed deeply as he felt the tenderness with which Kaori hugged him. Although it was true, they were both very young and could not even imagine everything that life had in store for them, they loved each other in the most honest way and were ready to start the new adventure that would be to be together, but this time not just as friends.

To be continued...

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Queen of Peace, chapter 17

A manorian High School AU

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Summary: Manon Blackbeak is flawless, untouchable. From the outside at least. Her grandmother pushes her to achieve greatness, and she doesn’t let anyone get too close in fear of being hurt. How can anyone love her when not even her parents could?

Dorian Havilliard has always felt safe and confident around his friends. He might not have the greatest of families, but with Aelin and Chaol by his side, nothing can go wrong. That is until he tries keeping his greatest secret from them.

What will happen when Dorian and Manon gets to know one another? Can two lost souls find their way back together?

Then it tries to find a home

With people or when I’m alone

Picking it apart

And staring at your phone

-Florence + The Machine, Hunger

Dorian broke into a huge grin as he opened his Christmas present. He’d been saving this one for last, knowing it would be something good.

And he’d been right.

Inside the messily wrapped box was a special edition of his favorite book, one he’d tried to find for years without success. How she’d even gotten this-

He lifted the book, admiring the gorgeous sprayed edges, then picked up the second item. It was a custom library stamp, saying From the library of Dorian Havilliard. Dorian felt almost giddy, wanting to use it on all of his books immediately.

It really was the perfect gift, and the fact that it was from Manon made him all warm inside.

«Show me what you got,» Dorian’s mother urged from her spot next to him on the couch, trying to look over his shoulder. 

On the floor, aunt Philippa was helping Hollin build his new Lego’s.

It had been over a month now, since that faithful night that had begun with Dorian coming out to his parents, and ended with his mother leaving his father, basically starting a new life for her family.

Things weren’t perfect, they’d had plenty of bad days, but they were doing better. His mother had managed to stay sober, as far as Dorian knew, and she still went to her meetings, still saw a therapist on the regular. 

Sometimes, the three of them even saw a family therapist together, and Dorian found that having someone to guide them through all the difficult conversations really helped. It had most definitely helped Hollin, who seemed like an entirely different kid now. He hardly had tantrums anymore, he did way better in school, and overall he seemed much happier.

He also seemed to adore his new aunt, whom he’d not even met before, but who’d stayed with them for three weeks after the fight, and now visited as often as possible.

Thankfully, their father had left them alone. Dorian hoped it stayed that way, that he never had to see the bastard ever again. 

Looking around, Dorian took in the small, but cozy living room he was sitting in. 

They’d moved here about a month ago, their old house being too big, too empty, too full of bad memories, and things were finally settling. Already, this felt more like a home than their old house ever had.

«Is that from Dorian’s secret girlfriend?» Philippa asked just as Dorian handed his nosy mother the book and library stamp. 

The nosiness didn’t bother him, though, not in the slightest, because it meant she cared.

«She’s not secret, and she’s also not my girlfriend,» Dorian pointed out, but his aunt just waggled her eyebrows and then joined them on the couch to take a closer look at the gift.

His mom gave him a playful look. «If she’s not secret, why does she only have time to visit when you’re home alone?»

Dorian simply shrugged, feigning innocence.

«Give it a few years, Georgie, and you’ll be planning their wedding.»

«Okay-» Dorian said, plucking his things from the hands of his gushing mother and aunt. «That’s my cue to leave.»

He quickly stood up, trying to hide the fact that he was very much blushing, and announced, «I’m going to my room, alone, so I can call my not-secret not-girlfriend.»

Then he left, hurrying as he heard his aunt quip, «Did you see how red he got?»

Dorian let out a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him, pulling his hand through his hair. 

After carefully placing his gift on his desk, he flung himself down on the bed and pulled out his phone, dialing Manon’s number from memory (which was an absolutely normal thing to remember about a person that absolutely wasn’t one’s girlfriend).

She picked up almost immediately, and Dorian let himself imagine that maybe she’d been waiting for him to call.

«Merry Christmas,» Manon greeted, her voice so bright.

Grinning, Dorian returned the words, then asked, «What did you think of your present?»

«It’s beatiful,» Manon breathed on the other end of the line. «Thank you.»

He ‘d gotten her a necklace. It was simple, really, just a silver chain with a shining star in the middle, two smaller ones on each side, but Dorian knew he had to get it as soon as he saw it. 

«I’m actually wearing it right now,» Manon added.

«The shirt? Sexy.»

Because as Dorian stood there with the necklace, he’d also thought that while it was perfect, it was a little too cliché, too couple-y, se he’d needed to get something else as well, something less serious.

It had taken a few days of searching, but he’d found it eventually: A hot pink shirt that said the words «You’re looking at a crazy cat lady». The letters were black, in fucking comic sans, and the message was underlined by rainbow-colored paw prints. It was honestly the ugliest shirt Dorian had ever seen, but he knew Manon would love it.

She chuckled, before saying, «The necklace, dumbass. I’m saving the t-shirt for prom.»

They’d seen each other just two days ago, but it had been long enough for Dorian to miss talking to her, miss their playful banter.

Cold, unapproachable, mean, bitchy. They were all words he’d heard to describe Manon, but as he’d gotten to know her, he knew she was none of those things. She might let the world believe otherwise, but Manon was kind, caring, clever, and downright hilarious.

«I’d expect nothing less. Thank you very much for the book and library stamp, by the way. You couldn’t have given me a better gift.» Dorian glanced over at said gift, smiling at how well she knew him.

«Maybe Aelin won’t steal all your books now, if she’s constantly reminded of who they actually belong to. And if it looked like your gift was wrapped by a child who loves tape too much, it was all Abraxos’ fault! He just took over, insisting he did it!»

Dorian laughed, picturing a very frustrated Manon trying to wrap a Christmas present. «Don’t bring Abraxos into this, he probably wraps his gifts beautifully!»

They kept going back and forth like this, Dorian’s facial muscles beginning to strain from all the smiling he was doing.

«What are you doing right now?» Dorian asked after Manon had given a detailed description of how she’d tried, and epically failed, to make gingerbread cookies last night.

«I’m chilling in my PJs, watching the greatest Christmas movie of all time.» 

«Let me guess…The Grinch?»

«Shut up, he’s my literal soulmate!» Manon claimed, sounding as if she tried not to laugh. 

«You probably love something annoying like Elf or Home Alone.» Dorian could hear the eye-roll.

«And what if I do?» he teased, even if those two were among his favorites.

Manon’s reply came quickly. «Then I’m afraid I can’t be seen in public with you anymore.»

Just as Dorian was about to make a retort, his mom knocked on the door, asking if he wanted to play Mario Kart with them. As much as he wanted to keep speaking with Manon, he had a title as reigning champion to defend, so they made their goodbyes, promising to talk again the following day.

Then Dorian went to join his family, ignoring how he’d felt the urge to end that phone call with three very significant words.

-

After ending the phone call with Dorian, Manon returned to her movie, snuggled up with Abraxos on her bed. 

She’d felt so light, mere moments ago, laughing and bickering, but as soon as she’d hung up, a heaviness had settled over her again.

To her, Christmas had never been the warm, joyful holiday everyone else believed it to be, but this year was particularly depressing.

All morning, she’d tried not to cry as she thought about how different it would be if Asterin was still here. They would have opened their few presents together, Asterin waking her up at some ungodly hour, then they would have watched movies in one of their beds, gorging themselves on candy, before they went ice skating, and returned to a not-horrible dinner with their grandmother.

It physically hurt, to be doing it all alone this year. 

Especially when Manon knew it was all her fault.

She was the one who’d pushed Asterin away, who’d answered with insult after insult when all Asterin had done was care about her.

Manon hoped she was okay, hoped she was happy with her new family.

Her grandmother was still making dinner later today, but Manon wasn’t sure she could sit there and pretend something vital wasn’t missing. It was becoming more and more clear how Asterin had been the one bringing some light to this house.

In addition, Manon was beginning to run out of plausible lies as to why she was spending more time out, and less time in her room studying. It was hard to keep someone hidden, when they had become such a huge part of her life.

At least she still had Dorian, Manon thought, touching a hand to her new necklace.

She’d been so relieved when he’d called her after he’d gone home that morning, telling her all about how his mother had finally stood up against his father, how she’d promised things would change. His voice had been full of disbelief back then, but his mother had kept her promises so far, and it showed, because Dorian seemed happier and happier by every day.

As he’d retold their conversation, though, Manon couldn’t help but draw parallels to her own situation, a heavy feeling settling deep within her.

She wished she had the strength to stand up for the ones she cared about like that. To do something, say something. Maybe then-

But you’ll never manage to do that, stupid girl! You’re nothing more than a pathetic coward, exactly like your mother-

That fucking voice… Manon would give anything for it to shut up. 

She turned up the volume of the movie in a feeble attempt to drown it out, but it only reminded her of how she didn’t have Asterin beside her, making funny comments the entire time.

Manon contemplated calling Dorian again, but he was spending time with his family, and she knew how much he valued that time, so she quickly let go of that thought, instead choosing to let herself mope some more.

«Christmas is overrated, anyway,» she said to a snoring Abraxos, who continued to ignore her.

Sighing, Manon mentally prepared herself to go and get more snacks, but then her phone started buzzing somewhere underneath all her blankets. 

Shen frantically searched for it, thinking it was Dorian calling, but her face fell as she saw that it was an unknown number.

Normally, Manon would have just ignored it, letting it go to voicemail, but this time, it was as if a voice urged her to pick up, just this once, pick up!

So she did, trying to remain calm as she said, «This is Manon speaking.»

The person on the other end drew a deep breath, before replying in a shaking voice, «Hey, Manon. This is your father.»

A/N: We have finally reached the chapter, that when plotting it out, I thought "I'll have plenty of time to have this out around Christmas...in 2020"

A win is a win though!

This one's more of a filler, and therefore a little short, but I hope you appreciated the ending...*cue evil laughter*

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Top Gun - Baby Mav Chapter 18: Nothing But Fear

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Maverick walked out on the lower deck, his thoughts all over the place. He walked up to the edge and watched as the ship floated on top of the ocean.

"Talk to me, Goose," he whispered.

"Captain Phillips!"

Maverick turned around to see Admiral Bates standing not too far away from him with his hands behind his back.

"You're where you belong," he said. "Make us proud."

Just then, the upper layer lowered. They both turned around to see two of the planes getting prepped for fueling. They sent each other another nod before walking to the main hall where the trainees were waiting to hear who Maverick picked to fly with him. As they started, Maddlyn carefully rolled into the back of the room.

"It has been an honor flying with you," Maverick was saying as Maddlyn locked her wheelchair in the back of the hall. "Each one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission. My choice is a reflection of that and nothing more."

"Choose your two Foxtrot teams," Admiral Simpson instructed.

"Payback and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob."

"And your wingman," Admiral Beau added. The tension between Rooster and Hangman was thick. Maddlyn felt like she could barely breathe as she waited to hear who Maverick picked. On one hand, she's not entirely sure she wants her father to fly with the man who put her in a wheelchair. But on the other hand, if he chooses. . .

"Rooster."

Maddlyn's heart jumped into her throat so far she felt like she would choke on it. She looked between her father and her best friend as they shared a look.

"The rest of you will stand by on the carrier for any reserve role that's required," Admiral Simpson instructed.

"Dismissed."

Maverick looked away from Rooster just in time to see Maddlyn's wheelchair disappearing out the door. He glanced around at the trainees to see them congratulating each other. He thought about getting Rooster's attention but figured this should probably be a father-daughter conversation.

"Maddy," Maverick said as he jogged out to the deck. He grabbed the handles of her wheelchair and stopped her. He walked around and knelt in front of her.

"Talk to me, pumpkin."

He reached up and caught a tear with his thumb. Maddlyn looked away from her father and focused on doing her hand exercises.

"Maddlyn," he said gently. "Please talk to me."

"I can't do this, Dad."

"It's going to be okay."

"I can't lose you both," she cut him off.

"Maddy. . ."

"I know that you are the best pilot on this boat," Maddlyn continued quickly, "but things can happen. We didn't think anything would happen on my flight three years ago and we both know how that ended. We didn't think anything would happen on my flights with the trainees and. . ."

"You're not going to lose us both," he said quickly. "I promise, Maddy, I will make sure Rooster is safe. I will do whatever it takes to make sure that he comes home to you. I will not let you lose him again."

"What about you?" She asked, her voice breaking. "Who's gonna bring you home to me? I can't lose you, Dad. I need you. Now more than ever."

"Maddlyn. . ."

"I know you," she cut him off again. "I know what kind of pilot you are. You will get up there and do whatever it takes to keep everyone safe. You'd even risk your own life to make sure all those kids, especially Rooster, make it home."

"Of course, I'm going to make sure the other pilots get home. That's my job."

"But risking your life?"

"Maddlyn. . ."

"Dad, stop," she cut him off. "I don't think I can do this. I've lost too much."

Before Maverick could say anything to reassure her, Admiral Simpson cleared his throat.

"Sorry to interrupt, Captain."

Maverick turned to look at him, but Maddlyn was still trying to stop the tears in her eyes from falling.

"We need you for the briefing," Admiral Simpson said.

"Yes, sir."

Admiral Simpson glanced between the father and daughter before nodding and leaving. Maverick turned back toward Maddlyn and melted to his knees.

"Maddy," he whispered, "everything is going to be okay, pumpkin. I promise."

He stood up and kissed her forehead before heading back into the main hall. As her father walked away, the first tear finally fell. She turned around, her breath getting caught in her throat when she saw Rooster standing not too far away.

"Hey, you," he said softly. Maddlyn finally broke. Rooster ran towards her and wrapped his arms around her as he knelt next to her. He kissed her head as she sobbed into his arms.

"I can't lose you again," she sobbed. Rooster instantly shushed her as he tightened his arms around her.

"You're not going to lose me," Rooster whispered.

"But I can't lose my Dad," she cried. "I need him. I need you. If this goes wrong. . ."

"It won't."

"You can't promise that, Bradley. No one can. Not you. Not Hondo. Not Maverick. Truth is, we don't know what's going to happen tomorrow."

"We don't," he said, a lot calmer than her. "But I am going to do everything I can to make sure your dad comes home. And Maverick is going to do everything he can to make sure I come home."

Rooster leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers. Maddlyn still had tears streaming down her face as they kissed. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against Maddlyn's.

"I love you, Mads," he whispered. "I promise I will do everything I can to come home."

"I love you too, Bradley," she whispered, the tears finally stopping. "Please make sure you do."

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Chapter 5: Quintus (Fifth)

Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Relationships: Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe

Characters: Edogawa Ranpo, Edgar Allan Poe, Karl

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Having found more evidence to incriminate the suspect, Edgar sought out a moment to speak with Ranpo.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Ranpo asked as they found a quiet corner.

“Why didn’t you just use your ability?” Edgar queried, curiosity etched on his features.

“Because, Ed, my ability doesn’t always give me all the answers. I had narrowed it down to the five suspects we were investigating. Unfortunately, there are limits to what my ability can do. Once we confirmed the suspect, I was able to use ‘Ultra Deduction’ to fill in the rest of the gaps,” Ranpo explained.

Edgar considered his words carefully before nodding in understanding. “That makes sense. I guess I was just surprised that something like this could cause a snag in your ability.”

“Don’t worry too much about it. It still surprises me whenever it occurs. It’s frustrating, to the point where I feel useless and like I’ve lost my purpose,” Ranpo admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. He glanced at Edgar, hoping his confession wouldn’t affect their relationship.

Watching Ranpo’s face contort with concern, Edgar noticed his brows furrow, almost as if he were having a full conversation in his head.

“I hope you realise this changes nothing about our relationship, and certainly not the way I feel about you,” Edgar reassured, reaching out to grasp Ranpo’s arm gently. “Despite how impressed and in awe of your ability I am—or may have been—it is not the reason I pursued a relationship with you.”

After a tense moment, Ranpo finally looked up from the floor, revealing those wonderful green eyes that Edgar adored so much.

“Please tell me what made you do all this, what made you want to be here with me?” Ranpo asked softly.

“Because six years ago, I met this world-famous detective who had unwavering confidence and a mind as sharp as a whip. This detective stayed in my brain even before I fully realised my feelings for them. Your ability does not define you as a person, my dear Ranpo. Your mind and heart are what make you the person I admire and adore. It also makes you the person I would happily spend the rest of my life with,” Edgar replied sincerely.

Ranpo’s only response was to pull Edgar in close, resting his head over Edgar’s heart, listening to its steady beat.

“I love you, Ranpo. Please never forget that,” Edgar whispered, holding him tightly.

After a while, they heard someone clear their throat from behind Edgar. Before he could turn to face them, Ranpo spoke up with his face still buried in Edgar’s shirt.

“How can we help, President?”

“You are not required immediately, but I will be taking this opportunity to ask Poe some questions, if this is an appropriate time?” the President replied.

“Of course,” Edgar said, repositioning himself to face the President, with Ranpo grumbling slightly during the move.

“Although, I hope it's okay that Ranpo is here, as I’m not sure I’d have the heart to remove him,” Edgar added, fondly looking down at Ranpo.

The President smiled softly. “What are your intentions with Ranpo?”

“Intentions?” Edgar felt his face flush slightly. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“I’m asking how far you are willing to take your relationship. You are intending to go back to America, are you not?” the President continued, his tone serious.

“I don’t see why you have to ask these questions. I’m not a kid anymore,” Ranpo muttered. “Besides, of course, Ed is going back to America, so dumb question, boss.”

Clearing his throat, Edgar decided it was time to mention an idea he had been considering since being with Ranpo.

“Well, that was the original plan,” Edgar began slowly.

“The original plan? What’s the new plan?” Ranpo asked, curiosity piqued.

“When I knew I was coming to Yokohama, I began researching the legality and legislation of buying somewhere a bit more permanent,” Edgar explained, meeting the President's gaze directly. “Turns out, it’s not so hard for foreigners to purchase property in Japan.”

“And now you have a permanent residence here?” The President’s eyes hardened slightly, concern evident for Ranpo.

“I intend to stay—if Ranpo agrees. I want a relationship with Ranpo, one that doesn’t end up being long-distance,” Edgar declared, hoping his sincerity would convey his commitment.

After Edgar’s explanation, he finally looked down to see Ranpo’s surprised expression. However, the peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted as Ranpo grabbed Edgar’s collar and pulled him down.

“And when were you intending to tell me, Poe-kun? Huh? I was waiting for you to tell me I only had a week left with you! I thought I was going to have to say goodbye and cope without you being close!” Ranpo exclaimed passionately.

After his outburst, Ranpo kissed Edgar fervently, catching him off guard. As they embraced, Edgar noticed the President quietly leaving the room. Despite realising he should have spoken up sooner, Edgar allowed himself to relax into Ranpo’s embrace, returning his affection without hesitation.

As their kiss deepened, Edgar wrapped his arms around Ranpo, savouring the warmth and familiarity of his touch. Ranpo's passion and vulnerability shone through in every gesture, reassuring Edgar that their bond was stronger than any temporary separation could challenge.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Edgar smiled softly, brushing his thumb against Ranpo's cheek.

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, my dear Ranpo. I didn't want to worry you," Edgar murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

Ranpo's expression softened, a mix of emotions flickering in his eyes—relief, love, and a hint of playful annoyance. "You're such a fool sometimes, Poe-kun," he teased gently, but his tone carried immense affection.

"I promise to be more transparent with you from now on," Edgar replied earnestly. "I want us to build a life together, here in Yokohama. If you'll have me."

Ranpo's smile widened, and he placed a tender kiss on Edgar's lips. "I'd have you in a heartbeat, Poe-kun. I want that too," he whispered.

Feeling a surge of joy and relief, Edgar hugged Ranpo tightly once more, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. They stood there, in each other's arms, knowing that their future was now a shared one—filled with adventures, mysteries, and above all, their unwavering love for each other.

After a while, they heard a gentle cough from the doorway. It was the president, looking at them with a knowing smile.

"I apologise for interrupting," the president said, his voice soft yet firm. "But I'm glad to see you two are on the same page."

Edgar nodded, a sense of gratitude washing over him. "Thank you, President."

Ranpo chuckled, pulling Edgar closer. "Yeah, thanks boss."

The president's smile widened. "Well then, let's discuss the details of your new residence and what this means for your involvement with the agency."

As they moved to sit down and continue their conversation, Edgar couldn't help but steal glances at Ranpo, his heart brimming with happiness and anticipation for the future they would now build together, side by side.

[animeboye]

New Dragon’s World Chapter 24

Chapter 24: The Curse of the Half-Dragons Pt. 2 Alex smiled mockingly at Drake's resolve. "And you're willing to die to prove how strong you are?" Drake shook his head. "I won't die here." Drake batted an eye at Crystal, who was still lying on the ground. Crystal could tell, just from looking in her friend's eyes, just how serious he was about this battle. She had never seen this side of Drake before. The happy and cheerful Drake, who she had always admired, was now replaced by a more serious and determined Drake. "Crystal…go back to everyone else. I don't want you to get hurt." Drake said. Crystal nodded, stood up, and dusted herself off. She was about to run back to everyone else but stopped just as she began to run. She turned around and looked at Drake, who was still watching her. "Hey, Drake… if you believe Sean is alive…then I believe he is too." She said as she threw her fist up into the air. "So, win this fight, Drake. Because we're all going home together." Drake smiled and nodded, throwing his arm up in the air as well. Alex watched as Drake and Crystal conversed. He began to remember…back to five years ago.  It was the day that Jake ended up severely burning one of his friends. Alex, who then was just nine years old, walked up to a then six-year-old Jake. He placed his hand on the younger boy's shoulder and asked him what had happened. Little Jake clenched Alex's shirt and shouted, "I didn't mean to!" over and over while sobbing into his adopted older brother's shirt.  Alex placed an arm around Jake and rubbed his head. It was on that very day that Alex swore he would protect his baby brother, no matter what.

He then remembered what he had said to Jake the night prior to the battle with Doulstraz. He remembered the way he yelled at Jake, his loud, harsh final words echoing through his mind. "Fine! Do whatever you want!" "You know for yourself how humans are, and you still bad for them?!" These same sentences replayed over and over in his head, growing ever louder. The harsh tone he used whilst shouting at Jake rang in his ears. He put his paws over his finned ears, trying to drown out the voices.  Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and roared with great discomfort. As soon as his roar came to an end, he gave a fierce look to Drake. Tears started to well up in Alex's eyes as he hyperventilated. "I CAN'T STAND YOU!!!" Alex shouted. "Why…Why did me and Jake have to suffer while you got to have it easy?!" Drake flinched and started shaking. Alex's body shook rapidly. His thick, armored legs look as if they would collapse at any minute. His fist was clenched so tightly blood started to ooze from his fingers. "When I look at you…I see what I wanted: friends, a family, people who I could count on. It makes me so angry!" Alex sighed and looked up into the sky.  Then he smiled. "But it's okay…when I kill you and your father, then I'll be able to have all the friends I want. And I'll finally make humans respect me." Drake frowned. He was both saddened and shocked by just how delusional Alex seemed. Who would want to make friends that way? "Is that really what you want, Alex?" Asked Drake. "What are you talking about? Or course that's what I want!!" Alex replied. "You want to have friends that like you because you tell them to? Even if you and Saulstrance do take over the world, people won't like you for you. They'll like you because they'll be scared of you!"  Drake explained. "I don't want my friends to be scared of me…I - -" "Shut up!" Alex exclaimed, interrupting Drake. "I don't need to be lectured by a little kid like you! You don't know what I've been through so don't even start!" "Dude, what is your problem?! I never did anything to you!" Said Drake. His rage at a boiling point, Alex launched a large fireball at Drake. Unable to get his legs to move, Drake quickly threw up his arms and shut his eyes. He felt a small burning sensation similar to touching a lightbulb for a short time. When the feeling went away, he opened his eyes, surprised to see that the fireball had disappeared.  Confused, Drake looked at his scale covered hands. Much to his surprise, there were no traces of burn marks. Even his claws were fine.  But how…? "What did you just do?" Asked Alex. "How did you do that?" "I…I…" Drake stuttered. I don't…know." "Okay, maybe I'm just getting old, but it looked to me like Drake just threw his arms up at that fireball, and then it disappeared." Ben stated. "Yeah, it's not just you, man. I saw the same thing." Rick replied. "Titus, any ideas what may have happened?" Asked Ben. Everyone turned to Titus. "No, I have no idea." Titus said blankly. "What?! But you're a dragon! So maybe you can do what Drake just did!"  Sarah exclaimed. "I'm a dragon, not a magician!" Titus replied as he stroked his chin, thinking of a logical explanation. "If Eig'nia could make fireballs disappear, she would have done it when I fought her. And I know I can't do anything like that…So then how was Drake capable of that?" Titus thought aloud. Back at the fight, Drake continued to observe his hands. He inspected his palms, the fronts of his hands, and his claws over and over, yet found no sign that he had even touched the ball of fire. Alex turned his back to Drake and looked around. Then he turned to his left, then his right, and finally turned his attention back to Drake.  He smiled contently. "Yeah. That should be big enough." He said. Alex took in a deep breath. He turned around and took three steps away from where Drake stood. Drake looked at Alex, preparing for whatever he was about to do. At that moment, Alex turned around, jumped back, and shot a stream of fire at the ground. The flames beckoned and rose into the air as he ran around, spraying even more flames at the ground. He had eventually created a large ring of fire around Drake, who had tried to find a way to escape, but to no avail. Alex launched himself into the air and flew down into his newly created ring. He watched Drake, who was still looking around frantically for a way out. "So, how is it?" Asked Alex, panting. "I think this should work fine. A nice ring of fire to set the stage for the end of our fight." "Here are the rules: The first one to either collapse or die loses. And to make it fair…" Alex grunted in pain and hunched over as his wings disappeared into his back. "There. Now I can't fly either." Alex said, smiling deviously. "Yeah right! I bet as soon as you start losing, you'll just fly out of here and I'll be trapped!" Drake rebutted. "Well, you do have one thing right: if you kill me, you WILL be trapped in here. So if you lose you'll be trapped and eventually die…and if you win, you'll be trapped and eventually die." Alex explained. Drake clenched his fists and lowered his head as he squinted his eyes shut and grinded his teeth.  What was he supposed to do now?  l "How about this, Drake?  If you bow down and say that you lost, then I'll let you out. As an added bonus, I'll also let your friends go. Well, except you and your dad that is. What do you say? I think that's pretty fair, don't you?" Alex asked. His fists still clenched, Drake contemplated what he should do.  He had no chance of winning and if he lost, then his friends would be in danger. But even if he did win, the heat let off by the flames would soon get to him. "Can't decide?" Asked Alex. "Well how about this then: If you don't surrender and still lose, then I will slaughter all of your friends right here and now." A sharp feeling went through Drake's body. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He knew then that he didn't have any other choice. With his head held in shame, Drake began to kneel down and was just about to admit defeat when… "Don't do it Drake!!" Crystal shouted angrily. Just as Drake was about to get on his knees, he stood back up and looked in the direction in which he heard her voice. The fumes given off by the flames made it difficult for Drake to see her. All he was able to see was a black, smoky silhouette. "If you bow to him, Drake, then I will never be your friend again!" Crystal exclaimed. "But Crystal…if I…" "Drake, listen to me!" Titus called out. Slowly, Titus began to rise from his seat. He began to walk slowly towards the ring of fire, pausing with each step so as to keep his footing. "I know things must look really bad right now. But that doesn't mean this is the end. Even when the odds are against you…there's always that small chance that you just might win…" Titus felt his legs begin to ache. He sat down and continued his speech. "So, Drake, hold on to that one small chance, AND NEVER LET IT GO!!!" Titus shouted. Drake nodded. He knew in his heart that his father and Crystal were right. With newfound faith in himself, and a renewed belief in his abilities, Drake got ready to put an end to this fight. Alex snarled. He had grown increasingly annoyed with Drake's refusal to give in. "Fine then!!" He snapped. "I gave you a chance! Now it's too late! I'll kill you AND your friends!!" "I don't think so." Drake said with a fierce look on his face. Alex roared and ran at Drake.  Alex threw a straight punch and hit Drake right in his left cheek. Drake grabbed Alex's shirt and headbutted him, which caused blood to travel from their foreheads and ran down their faces. Both half-dragons locked fists with each other. Alex and Drake both struggled to overcome the other as both of them threw a second punch. Once again, they locked fists. They remained in the same spot for a good five minutes, both trying their best to gain the upperhand on their opponent.  Alex began to wonder where Drake had gotten this newfound strength. Wait. Was it that Drake had gotten stronger? Or had he simply begun to grow weaker? Taking no more chances, Alex kneed Drake in the stomach. Placing one hand over his stomach, Drake kneeled down and quickly and swiftly, smashed his fist into Alex's bottom jaw. This made Alex stumble back a few steps as he rubbed his jaw. Drake, in the meantime, rubbed his stomach. He groaned from the pain and tried to get air into his lungs. By this point, the boys' strength was all but lost, their bodies so weak that they could barely move. At the rate they were going, neither of them would be walking away alive. Alex and Drake both knew this too well and so, with no other choice left, Alex shut his eyes as his wings sprouted from his back. "See, I knew it!!" Drake exclaimed. "You're going to run away!" Ignoring Drake's words, Alex began to furiously flap his wings. They started to beat faster and faster, eventually creating strong gusts which were able to extinguish the flames surrounding them. Thick black smoke rose from the ashes and entered into the sky.  A large black ring had been left over from the flames. Unable to keep his form any longer, Alex reverted back to his human form. His clothes were completely stretched out and looked a little too big for him. Two holes had been left in his shirt from his wings and a large hole had been left in the back of his shorts by his tail. It was becoming difficult for him to breathe, so he took many deep breaths, trying hard to get air into his lungs. While he did so, he thought about all the times he spent with Jake. He remembered having cheeseburgers at the mall with Jake and Theian.  He remembered when Jake bad badly burnt one of his friends, and how he comforted him after the incident. Alex remembered Jake introducing him to a new friend of his, a young boy about Jake's age who appeared to be of Latino descent. He remembered how enraged it made him. He then remembered how he yelled at Jake the night before the fight against Doulstraz. And finally, he remembered the vow he made to himself: to protect Jake, his little brother, from bullies no matter what. Alex smiled mockingly at himself, amazed my how stupid he was for the way he treated Jake and the way he tossed aside his friendship. "Jake…I'm sorry, man." He said to himself. "Hey Drake!!" Shouted Alex. "What d'ya say? Should we put an end to this?  I can't keep this up much longer and I bet you can't either.  So how about…whoever hits the other first is the winner. Sound good?" Alex asked, his legs beginning to wobble. "Sure…" Replied Drake, whose legs were also starting to become wobbly. Alex's right hand turned into a dragon's paw and he and Drake both charged each other. At that moment, it felt as if time had begun to slow down. Everything around them had grown quiet. Not a single sound was heard. Alex lowered his arm and scooped up some dirt. Drake turned away, while shielding his eyes as Alex tossed the dirt he had scooped at him. "Hey, that's cheating!!" Ben exclaimed. Alex turned his attention to the group. "It's like you humans say: 'All's fair in love and war'!"  He shouted. Drake thrashed his tail around in a fierce manner, hoping to smack Alex with it. The older boy paid no mind to this and continued his assault. Drake covered his head and bent over, anticipating the final strike, whilst still thrashing his tail around. At that moment, Drake felt his tail go through something. Removing his hands from his head, he looked behind himself to see that it had gone through Alex's stomach! Drake's eyes widened in shock as Alex coughed up blood. Drake removed his tail from Alex's stomach as Alex fell to the ground, holding his bleeding stomach in great pain. Drake kneeled down and placed his hand on Alex's shoulder, shocked and horrified at what he had done. He shook his head in disbelief. Everyone ran over to the two half-dragons. "Alex! Just hold on!!" Drake said trembling, his voice all shaky. Titus growled. "Dammit, it'll take too long to get him back to the clinic in Baker Valley with the car. Guys, load him onto my back and I'll fly him to the clinic!" "No…it's okay…" Alex said just as Titus was getting ready to turn into his dragon form. "What!!" Titus exclaimed, shocked to hear him say that. "I guess this is what I deserve…I tried to destroy this world, I've killed people…and I hurt my little brother…" "Don't talk, Alex. We're going to help you, I promise!" Drake said sadly. Alex looked at Drake, still holding his stomach. "Just… promise me this, okay…? I'm not going to ask you to stop Saulstrance, but please…save Jake. He's been alone for so long. And when you see him, tell him I'm sorry. For everything." "Alex…" Drake said, beginning to choke up. "You know…in the end, I think all I really wanted…was to have friends. But I just couldn't admit it." Alex said, looking longingly into the sky. "Is that really all you wanted??" Drake asked. Alex looked at Drake. "Why didn't you just ask? You've got friends right here!" Drake said, referring to him and everyone else. Alex turned his head towards Titus and the others. They smiled and nodded. Alex smiled back at them as a tear ran down his cheek. "You're all really nice. I hope there are humans like you out there." Alex turned to Drake. "Hey, Drake." Alex said, raising his arm that Drake had cut. "Yes?" Drake asked, grabbing Alex's hand. "Next time, let's hang out together. The three of us." Alex said. Drake smiled and nodded as tears began to stream down his cheeks.  Alex smiled back at him, apologized to him…and closed his eyes…as he passed on. Drake lowered his head, still holding Alex's now lifeless hand, and cried. Everyone else cried too. Atop a plateau sat Jake and Rikai, who watched the grieving group. Jake sat there on his hands and knees, mouth agape as tears fell from his eyes. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that his own brother was gone. "No…No! Alex!" Jake exclaimed tearfully as he pounded his fists on the ground. As Jake cried, he began to think about the time when he had burnt one of his friends, back when he was just six years old. After that incident, Jake and Alex returned home and informed Saulstrance of what had happened. He however, assured Jake that he had done nothing wrong, and that it wasn't his fault. Later that day, little Jake and Alex were playing on the swing set. While Alex swung back and forth, Jake just sat on the swing, relatively motionless.  He looked gloomily at the ground, lost in thought. "Hey, Jake, what's wrong?" Asked a then nine-year-old Alex. "I keep saying I didn't mean to do it, but no one listens to me." Jake said sadly. Jake sniffled and started to cry.  Alex frowned. He stood up and placed his hands on Jake's shoulders. Jake looked at Alex with sad, apologetic eyes and continued to cry. Alex hugged Jake, which showed the little boy that he understood and sympathized with him completely. "Hey, Jake?" Asked Alex. "Huh?" "Remember what Dad said?" Jake shook his head. "No, he says a lot of stuff." "You don't remember? About making this world ours?" Alex asked again. "Oh, yeah! That's right! I remember now!" Jake exclaimed. "He said it's going to take awhile. He said we need some more help. There's you and me, then dad, and then Eig'nia. So we just need a few more, right?" "I…I guess so." Jake replied unsure. "But Dad said we're too young right now! So how can we help?" He asked. Alex thought to himself. "Well…" He began. "He said in two years, he'd let me help him and Eig'nia. So I guess all we can do is wait until we're eleven." "Oh…" Said a disappointed Jake. Alex looked up into the sky and smiled. "But just wait, Jake. In a few years this world is gonna be ours. Then we can make kids stop bullying us! We'll have friends, and they'll do whatever we want! We'll show them that half-dragons are cooler than humans!" Jake wiped away his tears and smiled at his older brother.  "We'll really have friends?" He asked. Alex smiled back. "Yep. And they'll be super cool to us!" "Alright, then let's do it!!" Jake roared. Remembering the promise he and Alex made when they were younger just made Jake even sadder. As he continued to cry, Rikai watched what was going on below them. "First Girido and Theian, then Eig'nia and now Alex. " Rikai said. He smiled fiendishly. "Makes me excited! I hope Doulstraz gives me a hell of a fight!" Jake stood up. His wings and tail appeared on his back as he turned around and walked to the edge of the plateau. "Come on. Let's go." He said in a cold, serious voice. "Go? Where're we goin'?" Asked Rikai. "We're gonna tell my Dad what Drake did to Alex! I'm not letting him get away with killing my brother!" Jake said angrily, his rage building up. Jake's wings unfolded. He jumped off the plateau and flew through the air, just low enough so that Drake and the others didn't see him. "Eh, you're the boss's kid, boss." Rikai said, not really caring at all what Jake said. Rikai jumped off the plateau as well and flew after Jake. Meanwhile, Titus, Drake, and the others stood around. They tried to figure out what their next course of action should be. How would they be able to transport Alex's body back to Baker Valley? Titus stood up and walked back to his car with Sarah following him. He opened up the trunk and scavenged around for something to wrap Alex's body in. "Hey, Sarah, didn't we have a blanket or something back here?" Titus asked as he rummaged through everything. "Well…you know there may have been one buried under all the luggage." She replied. She helped her husband search around the back of the car for something akin to a blanket. After a little bit of time, she had eventually come upon a light blue blanket buried at the very bottom of all their stuff.  She tried to pull it out and after a few tugs, succeeded in getting it out of the car. "Will this work, Titus?" Sarah asked. Titus took the blanket from Sarah and held it out in front of him. It was a little too small to properly wrap a body in but it would have to do. With the blanket in hand, Titus made his way to where Alex's body lay.   In front of Alex's body sat Drake and Crystal. Drake continued to cry as Crystal tried her best to comfort her friend. She hugged him and pat his back as he cried on her shoulder. Titus kneeled down and placed the sheet over Alex. It covered almost all of his body save for his feet. He then looked over at his son, who continued to cry. "Drake…" Titus said softly. Drake sniffled and looked over at his dad. "It's okay, son. This isn't your fault, okay? Alex had a really painful life. I don't think we can even begin to understand what he went through." Titus explained. "B-b-but…" Drake stuttered as he started to choke up.  "I…I coulda saved him…! I…" "You did save him Drake." Titus smiled compassionately at his son and rubbed his head.

"You can't always save someone in life. Sometimes the only you can truly save them…is in death." "And I bet…wherever he is right now…Alex is smiling and thanking you." Titus concluded. Drake nodded as he, Titus, Crystal, and everyone else looked into the sky. Drake shut his eyes and made a silent vow to himself and to Alex…that the next time, the three of them would be true friends.

[venusguks]

Unlike You

pairing : jeon jungkook x fem!reader

summary : As daydreamy and romantic as you are, you decided true love was going to have to wait for you tonight. That was because tonight, you were getting laid !! ...Your best friend doesn’t make it easy for you when he finds out why, though.

warnings : smut, dom!jk, sub!reader, unprotected seggs, fluff, bsf!jk, degredation, dumbification, possessive jk, jealous jk, fun sexy times, jk is whipped for mc, oral (fem receiving), body worshipping, jimin/reader but only for a sec

“A club?” Jungkook raised his brow.

He was incredulous and slightly displeased as he watched you pace around your room. It was rare after all, new to see you like this―in a black, satin dress with a slit high enough to make him upset. He didn’t need you catching anyone else’s attention, especially in a neon lit bar full of ravenous people.  “For the seventh time, yes, Kook,” You huff, jarring your mouth slightly to dab a dreamy red over your plush lips. 

You couldn’t recall the last time you felt so confident as you applied mascara and tickled a delicate pink over your cheeks. More than anyone, Jungkook couldn’t recall ever seeing you this way, this excited to be amidst a crowd of sweaty bodies. You honestly didn’t see why he was being so apprehensive, it wasn’t like you necessarily hated parties―you just always preferred the coziness of your home better. Huge social interactions were never your thing, and that was okay. Being an introvert wasn’t something to be ashamed of anyway, but staying in came with the everyday comforts of baggy sweatpants and sweaters.

So could anyone really blame you for your excitement? You just loved the way getting ready made you feel, missed it. You already knew you were beautiful with or without makeup, but damn did it make you feel confident.

“It’s just...” Jungkook furrowed his brows and ruffled his hair. “This isn’t like you, love. Did something happen? Are you okay? We can talk about it, if you want. Whatever it is, I’m here to listen you know.” 

You sighed exasperatedly at your best friend’s reflection through your vanity. His eyes were uncertain and full of concern as he watched your figure with crossed arms. “Koo, we’ve been over this so many times already. I’m nervous enough as it is, and you’re not helping at all. I want to do this, okay? It’s been awhile. Plus, I haven’t seen the others boys in so long.”

A part of you didn’t want to be annoyed at Jungkook for his incessant worrying, but it truly was hard not to sometimes. “You’re being such a fucking dick, you know that?! Can’t I just live my life without you being so fucking hysterical about it every time?! ” It was that winter a few months ago when you unleashed all your pent up frustration. Jungkook had always been overprotective, and you appreciated him for caring, but he just made it so hard for you to even breathe sometimes. It was the biggest argument you guys ever had when you started dating a boy a few years older. You ignored Jungkook’s calls and messages for weeks, but when you discovered that he cheated on you, Jungkook was the first to be by your side. You still remember the assurance and safety you felt in his arms; with his soft lips against your forehead, murmuring sweet consolations as you sobbed on his shoulder. After that day, Jungkook agreed to be less protective. 

“I just don’t get why it has to be a club. We could meet the hyungs anywhere else, baby.”

“Oh sure, maybe a strip club would do,” you said, chuckling when you see his shock. “I’m kidding, Koo.” Though that wouldn’t be such a bad idea...

Maybe you couldn’t blame him for being so appalled. You usually opted out whenever your friends went out to celebrate, which by the way, was rather often. Night after night, the few of them would call you, practically beg until they realized their efforts would end in vain. By the morning, notifications would spam your phone of their wild night; pictures and details that showcased hookups you didn’t need to know about. Now that you think about it, it was sort of ironic that you’d always grimace to the crude texts.

That was because tonight, you decided you were getting laid.

That’s right, to hell with sweet, wholesome love! If true love had to make you wait, true love would have to wait for you too! Your subscribing 48K readers have been expecting a new chapter of Spring’s Breath, an erotica series, which you’ve delayed for 2 whole months now. You didn’t exactly know when your writers block came, but by the fourth hour you stared at your blank screen, unable to come up with any other synonym for dick or thrust or moan; or how the overused dirty talk you wrote made you cringe―you realized the firecracker you had in writing erotica died out.

It was your dear friend, Hoseok, who suggested the whole ordeal. He was the only one who knew your secret, anyway. You had so much trust in him, so when he professed that maybe if you slept with someone, your spark would come back, you had truly considered it. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, no cons would come out of it. It was just odd to think about.

You have always been such a huge romantic, your literature proved it. Jungkook nor you nor anyone would anticipate you hooking up with someone just to hook up with someone. The tenderness, the connection, the intimacy... you’ve always prioritized genuine adoration over whimsical one night stands. You were an honest daydreamer, and maybe that’s why your works would always take off.

But maybe... maybe it was okay to let go once in awhile.

When you mentioned Jungkook being less overprotective, you forgot to put an emphasis on less―because there he was, his hand possessively squeezing your inner thigh every time you even dared to look at a cute boy. You let out a frustrated sigh when he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

You tried not to mind it. It was just in his nature anyway―ever since kindergarten when he found you crying over your dropped ice cream. Jungkook left only to come back with another cone, rubbing your fat tears away with the palm of his sleeve. In elementary school, he peppered you with tiny kisses when you sobbed over the death of your kitten. You’ve only had him for a month, dedicated all your time to him and skipped play dates to care for your little serendipity―but just like that―he was lifeless. It was Jungkook who found him on the road. In middle school, he’d go through the enveloped confessions in your locker and rip them apart, saying you deserved better than any of them. You’ve always looked up to him througha lens of admiration. Everything he did for you, he did it out of thought and care. It was sweet.

It was times like these where you really started to mind though. 

You’ve been giggling with your friends for the past hour, catching up on every minuscule detail. You were sitting in a booth wedged in the middle of Jungkook and Hoseok, brimming with happiness to see Namjoon and Yoongi again. Its been so long, and your heart would swell to the stories you’ve missed out on.

The night was carrying on delightfully! ...except for the fact that Jungkook sent death glares to whoever even glanced at you. The countless of times you shyly returned someone’s gaze, only for them to rush away when they caught sight of your best friend left you agitated. When the boys were engaged in a conversation about a class they all shared together, you decided it was a good time to bring it up. 

Gulping a shot down, you let out a huff. “Kookie...”

“Yes, baby?” He whispered into your ear, his large hand grazing the access of your slitted dress.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what, love?” You sharply inhaled as Jungkook rubbed sensitive circles on your skin.

Immediately standing up, you squeezed yourself out of the booth. “I’m gonna go dance!” You yell through the loud music, avoiding Jungkook’s eyes, because seriously, the nerve of that man! The rest of your friends cheered, “We love to see you like this, y/n! Enjoy yourself, cutie!” Hoseok laughed when you blew a kiss to him. He made you feel so much more at ease, so much more confident. Okay, you got this! No use in sitting around. You couldn’t get anywhere tonight with Jungkook by your side, anyway.

Fluffing out your hair after you downed another shot, you strut your way into the dance floor. Your hips swayed in a rather alluring manner as you made your way into the crowd, your fingertips tracing seductive lines from your hips up to your waist, your neck and finally, into the air. The alcohol slowly took its effect as your confidence settled in, rolling your head back and moving your body fluidly to the loud music. 

Truth be told, you didn’t know what you were doing, just knew you must’ve looked good as hell doing it as you felt hands grip your waist. You gasped as a body pressed against your back, sticky with sweat.

“You’re so captivating, princess,” His dulcet voice was enough to make you weak...or was it the alcohol? Whatever the case, get your grip together y/n! It was just four words for star’s sake! 

“I, um, th-thank you...um! You too..” Your confidence from only moments ago dissolved with your voice. “So shy now, princess? How come? You were dancing so sexily just moments ago.” He chuckled lowly against your ear, nibbling it. You whimpered to his brazen touch, his hands guiding your hips with his. “Are you shy for me? Is that it? What a cute little princess you are... so beautiful, fuck.”

Annnnnnnnd you truly were fucked. You professed only hours ago that true love could wait, that you’d be a different woman tonight, yet you couldn’t help but feel bashful to the man’s praise. His voice and his nectar sweet words enough to make you feel wobbly.

“I’m Jimin. Can I know my princess’s name?” He pressed his hardened member against your ass, the silk thin fabric barely doing its job of coverage. “Ah Jimin,” you moaned breathlessly as he kissed your neck. “I...I’m-”

“―Mine,” a low, husky voice finished. Jungkook stood behind you, jaw clenched and arms crossed. The veins on his biceps protruded under the incandescent lights; His white shirt and tight, black jeans doing wonders to complement his physique. 

“Are you deaf? I said she’s mine so why the fuck are your hands still on her?” Jungkook had always been intimidating, even when he didn’t try―so in the rare times he did, even he scared you sometimes.

Much to your disappointment, Jimin immediately lets go, hands in the air, “sorry man, I didn’t know.”

“W-what? Wait, he isn’t my...!” Before you could try to reach for the pink haired man, Jungkook firmly takes your hand. “Y/n, we’re leaving.” You didn’t even have a second to feel shocked before he swiftly guides you through the ocean of bodies. Loud music reverberated with your disappointment, and by the time the night’s cold air stings your cheeks, you've processed what just happened―what you just missed. It’s when Jungkook latches your seatbelt on and drives that you feel anger simmer in your chest.

“Why did you...Why the fuck did you do that, Jungkook?” You were exasperated with your emotions. You just didn’t get it. You were finally having the time of your life, finally stepping out of your comfort zone, finally dancing with a guy who made you feel amazing―just to end up on a drive back home before anything could happen. “Seriously, what the hell is your problem? That was my..! He was..!” You groaned, too frustrated to conjure up words.

Jungkook scoffed, “what, y/n? He was what? Your soulmate or something?”

“I didn’t say that! And even if I think so, why does it matter?! I was having fun! I was having so much fun and you just..! (hiccup) I was having so much fun....” You cried into your hands. “I haven’t felt that way in so long, j-just for you to mess everything up. God, I can’t even muster up words right now. I hate you so much.”

“Love...” Jungkook finally sighed, shutting the engine off. You had cried the whole ride home. The anger he once felt diminished with your tears. “Baby, please look at me.” 

“F-fuck (hiccup) off, Jungkook.” You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and opened the car door. Knowing him as long as you did, you knew he would take your chin to force you to look up at him―but you had enough of him for the night, and honestly, the whole week.

You were just so fucking frustrated at everything. At Jungkook for unnecessarily budging in, at your writers block, at your own sexual frustration left with Jimin. What did you have to offer your readers now? A heartbreak of a possible relationship that never happened with a shitty friend on the side?

You tuned out Jungkook shouting from behind you, striding to you complex and up the stairs.

It wasn’t long after you slammed the door shut that you heard it click open again. You had forgotten Jungkook had an extra spare of your keys. “Just leave me alone, Kook.” You groaned, storming off into your room.

You kicked your heels off and stomped to your bed, taking out your frustration on your pillow where your sobs were muffled. The bed dips down when Jungkook sits beside you, silent as he caressed your hair in the way he always did to soothe your nerves.

Deciding it wasn’t enough this time, he carefully lifts you up to sit on his lap, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you into his chest. Jungkook knew you long enough to know hugs were the best remedy for you, even at your angriest moments. He knew you wouldn’t push him away.

“You jerk...” You buried your face into the crook of his neck, sniffling. “I don’t get you, Kookie. Why do you always do this?”

“I...I just wanted to protect you, baby. People have bad intentions, I didn’t want to see you end up doing something you’d regret,” His voice was gentle, brushing hair strands away from your face.

“Stars, Kook, I knew what I was doing. Whether I’d end up regretting it or not, that’s for me to sort out. I didn’t need you to ‘protect’ me. I was really enjoying myself, something I haven’t done in a long time. A-and you just..! You ruined it for me.”

Jungkook scoffed, “so you liked it then, how he was touching you? You were just going to let him fuck you?”

“Yes, Kook!” You yelled. “He could’ve fucked me in the public bathroom or in his car―in front everyone for all I care! He was hot and we were in the moment and you just interrupted! I know you care for me and I’ll always appreciate you worrying but there’s a fine line where your protectiveness should be. I’m not a kid anymore, Kook.”

Jungkook was gritting his teeth, and the two of you only glared at each other before he let out a sigh. Despite him wanting to be mad, he didn’t like making you upset. If you were going to cry because of him, he wanted it to be for an entirely different reason. 

He gently cupped your cheeks, holding your gaze with tender, sad eyes. “You know I’d do anything for you, yes? That I’ve always done anything and everything I could to help you?”

You furrowed your brows, unsure of how that related to anything, but nonetheless, you nod. “Yes, I know Kook.”

“Then why didn’t you just ask me to sleep with you, hm? If you needed help so bad, why didn’t you just ask me, baby?” You stared, dumbfounded and mouth ajar as his thumbs brushed the remnants of your tears away.

“W-What are you...?”

“Was so concerned for my baby. Hoseok got drunk and told me everything I needed to know. Did you know how hurt I was? How Hoseok knew something about you that I didn’t? Especially that you were a writer, love. I thought I was your number one, how could you keep that from me?”

“O-Of course you are, Koo! You’ll always be my number one. I just...didn’t want to tell you because it was embarrassing,” you mumbled, glancing away. Damn it Jung Hoseok! After all these years, this is when he accidentally slips it out? “Nuh uh, baby, I’m not having any of that. Look at me.”

Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours, an act you were certainly no stranger to, but nevertheless making your cheeks warm. “Not only that, you wanted to go clubbing tonight just to find a stranger to help you, is that right, baby? Wore this tiny dress just so someone could fuck you? Wanted Jimin to fuck you? Wanted to write about him fucking you in the bathroom stall?” Jungkook was speaking softly, though his words were anything but as his hands left your cheeks to trace sensuous lines up your thigh.

Your hands weakly held onto his shoulders, gasping when you felt his bulge press against your sensitive core.

“What was that you said....In his car? Wanted him to fuck you in front of everybody? Wanted to be a dirty slut just for your readers?” You didn’t know how exactly this moment came to be, but his honeyed voice brought you to a daze as you grind your hips against him. You were desperate to feel more—of anything, of him—only to let out a whine when he forcefully holds you down, burying your clothed center into his bulge. 

“I don’t think so, baby. I don’t think you deserve it,” Jungkook’s hot breath tickled your ear. You whimpered as he bit it, hands squeezing your hips. “You used to be so good for me baby, used to come to me for anything. Used to be a good little girl and depend on me. I would’ve helped you, baby. Instead, you became a dirty little slut, let another man touch you. Is that what you are now? A fucking slut?”

“N-no Kookie,” a new bundle of tears welled in your eyes at his harsh words. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sh-should’ve, ah, went to you,” you felt your body succumb to his touch. His nose brushed your jaw, placing warm kisses all over your neck before he glided his tongue down to your collarbone. “Please forgive me, I-I’ll be a good girl for you now, p-promise.”

“Yeah? Wanna be a good girl for daddy?” Jungkook licks the base of your collarbone before sucking it. “Yes..ah, yes daddy. Gonna be so good for you.” 

“And yet you weren’t,” you cried as you felt teeth sink into your skin. “J-Jung― ah, Kookie stop! Please i-it hurts!”

“You deserve this, fucking slut. You know how much you hurt me tonight? You’re secretly just a desperate whore, aren’t you? Missed your tiny cunt getting fucked so much that you’d let a stranger do it for you, hm? Answer me, slut.”

You felt tears drip down your eyes, embarrassment washing over your face. “What? You’re not going to speak now?” You shook your head in desperation. You couldn’t. How could you? It was too shameful.

You yelped when Jungkook picked you up by your waist and turned you over so your face was smushed into a pillow. “Ass up, now. Don’t make me repeat myself.” He snarled, and you immediately obliged. Jungkook was on his knees, eyes lidded to your position as he rubbed slow circles on your bare ass. “My slut is voiceless now, hm? Begged to be daddy’s good girl but can’t even answer when I talk to you. Why are you being so disobedient tonight, baby?” It happened so fast you could barely gasp as your body lurched forward to the slap. It repulsed through your skin as your right cheek stung with a faint red.

“J-J-Jungkook, ah!” You cried as another slap came, face burying further into your pillow. “I’ll be obedient from now on! s-so please! I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry, daddy!”

Jungkook’s lips pulled to a smirk, grabbing a bundle of your hair before pulling you towards him. You whimpered and he bent down so he could see your face, tisking. “Oh, my poor baby. Did that hurt? Want to be a good little girl for daddy now?” You nodded ferociously, “p-please yes daddy! I-I’ll be so good for you. Please let me be good for you!” 

Jungkook’s dick felt constrained in his tight pants. He licked his lips to your messy, desperate state. Your eyes were red and puffy, lips just the same as heavy tears streamed down your eyes. Fuck, what Jungkook would give to fuck you senseless right then and there. But no, he needed to wait, needed to be patient. You deserved this.

“Make up your fucking mind, slut. If you want to be a good girl, then take your punishment like a good girl,” Jungkook pushed your face back into the pillow before slapping your ass once more. 

You didn’t know how long it went on, only knew the room was filled with your sobbing and the alarming sound of the contact that met your bruised skin. It hurt, it hurt so much. Your thighs were trembling and both your cheeks were a lovely shade of red and purple. But no matter how much you screamed your endless arrays of i’m sorry’s, Jungkook didn’t fail to notice how your juices soaked your underwear and spilled down your thighs

“Already making such a mess baby,” He groaned to the sight, palming himself to his creation. 

“P-please....hurts so bad...please let me l-lay down daddy, can’t hold myself much longer, please,” Jungkook adored the way you sounded for him, the way he corrupted you. You were perfect there, so perfectly powerless under him. 

“Mm, keep begging baby and maybe I’ll let you,” he unbuckled his pants and discarded them, his cock throbbing to your feeble pleads. “Please, please, p-please, please daddy... please. Hurts so bad, I-I can’t... please i-i’m a good girl. I’m a good girl for daddy. I’ll do anything please.”

“Did you learn your lesson, then?”

“Yes, I-I did, daddy!”

“You’ll be a good girl and obey daddy from now on?”

“Mhm!” You nodded vigorously, and Jungkook chuckled to your desperation. He peeled your soaked thong down, lifting your limp legs momentarily to pull it off until he set you back. You were so tired you felt your thighs give up on you right then, but before you could submit to your exhaustion, Jungkook lifted your ass up higher, arching your back deeper with one hand.

“Mm I don’t think so baby. Obey daddy and keep your ass up like a good little girl.” A gasp left your quivering lips when you felt Jungkook’s breath on your throbbing core.

“You smell so sweet baby, so fucking wet for me,” Jungkook hikes your dress up and glides his tongue up your inner thigh, wiping your dripping juices clean. “Kookie, mm, please,” he trails delicate kisses over your skin, nibbling it. “Yes, baby?” 

“P-please...please Kookie..!”

“Use your words, baby. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.” Jungkook smiles against your thigh as he hears your soft sniffles muffled by the pillow. His poor baby, always so shy. It was true he loved to tease you, tempt you, and loved making you cry for him—but more than anything, he wanted to take care of you. “Please touch me, Koo, please.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” A sharp shiver crawls across your skin when your pleads are obliged, moaning as Jungkook stuffs his face into your cunt. He kisses your clit softly. One, two, three times before sucking it with his plush lips. His hands were the only thing keeping you up now because you practically melted to the touch. The way his tongue rolled over your sensitive bud already having you see stars. “Ah...feels so good, Kookie.”

“Yeah? Would it feel even better if I do this?” He easily slides his middle finger into your slippery hole, slowly pumping in and out. “O-oh...oh my god, more please.”

“Anything for you baby, but first,” a whimper escapes your lips when you feel him leave you, that is until Jungkook swiftly but gently flips you over so you’re finally laying on your back.

Jungkook’s breath hitches to the sight of you below him, frozen for a moment to the aching pull of his heart.

“You’re so pretty baby, so pretty,” Jungkook’s voice was sweet and smooth as he helped you undress. Fuck, did you know how much you pained him? How much he held back for you, all these years, in this moment? It was so hard not to take you right then, to kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, to touch every single part of you with his lips.

Jungkook has fantasized about you ever since he could remember, but you truly went beyond his imagination. You were so fucking beautiful. 

“...so pretty here,” he kisses your cheeks and your jaw, down to your neck. “And here,” he kisses the valley between your breasts, his hands trailing down your curves. “And here,” your stomach...and finally, taking your clit back into his mouth.

“The prettiest cunt baby, dripping so much for daddy,” he murmurs. His tongue rolls around your clit, pumping two fingers in and out of your slick pussy. It was all too much, the sensations overwhelming your senses as ungodly moans escape your mouth. You felt fuzzy and almost light headed, reaching down to hold Jungkook’s curls.

Your back arches and tears stream down your eyes from the intense pleasure exhausting you, his fingers curling into your sweet spot mercilessly. “Do you like this baby?”

“Love it so much, Jungkook,” You moaned breathlessly, looking down at him through your tears and ... wow. 

Jungkook’s brows were creased as he focused on his tongue devouring your wet cunt, plunging his two fingers steadily in and out of you. His bangs were sticking to his forehead, glossed with sweat while your hands curled around the rest. 

You were taken aback with your emotions. Was it strange, how timid you felt then? Doing this with him was supposed to be sinful, yet for some reason, it felt anything but at that moment.

It was the fact that Jungkook looked so intent, so concentrated in making you feel good. How Jungkook showed his care for you, how he always did, how he was doing right now, cherishing you with his best effort. He wanted to give you the best experience he could, wanted nothing more than to make you feel good.

It was unbearable how much your heart swelled for him.

A knot tied in your stomach, and as if noticing your stare, his eyes flutter open to look at you.“Hm, does baby wanna cum now? You can do it love, cum for daddy.”

With that, you came undone in Jungkook’s mouth. Your cries filled the room, and Jungkook opened your hole wider with his fingers, devouring your cream. The sound of slurping made your cheeks heat with an impure red. “That’s my girl, so good for daddy. So sweet for me baby, so beautiful.”

When you went limp in his arms, he gives your lips one last sweet kiss before standing on his knees. Jungkook smiles at the sight of you, already so fucked out even when he was no where near finished with you. 

He crawled forward, his forehead resting over yours once again. “Did that feel good, sweetie?” You nod shyly, your chests heaving up and down together. With rosy cheeks, you weakly bring your hands up to trace his jaw. “Jungkook?”

“Yes baby?” You melted to his dulcet voice, keeping his loving gaze. It held so much affection, so much adoration for you, you wondered why you never realized it.

“Kiss me, please.”

Jungkook smiles warmly. Without hesitation, he takes your lush, sweet lips in his. It was gentle, a kind of kiss that was so tender it made you warm with reassurance. You were kissing Jungkook—your silly, annoying, bratty, and all the while, lovable best friend of 20 years. It was strange and odd but more than anything, it felt so, unmistakably right.

You took Jungkook by surprise when you deepened the kiss, your hand squeezing his hair. He chuckled softly, pulling himself back momentarily to look into your eyes. “I love you,” he whispers.

Your cheeks heat up, but you fight your timidness as you smile back, “I love you too, Kookie.” 

With that, Jungkook delves back into your lips. A kiss that wasn’t so delicate this time. Rather, untamed and furious, as if Jungkook wanted to show you how much, how long he’s wanted this all this time.

You moaned into him as his hands groped your breasts, fingers twirling your perky nipples. “Jungkookie,” you hold your breath, feeling his clothed cock press against your core. “Fuck me please. Please, I need you so bad.”

“Yeah?” He lowers himself to take a nipple into his mouth. “Tell me how much you want it baby.” He flicked, swirled, and sucked it with his tongue, alternating with the other.

“W-Want it so bad daddy. Please, n-need you to fuck my wet pussy mm, daddy please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he grins and sits up, pulling his shirt over his head, discarding his boxers and...

Oh.

Your breath hitched, blinking at Jungkook’s huge, painfully hardened cock. His tip was pink with sticky, white precum dribbling down his long member. It slightly pretruded up and its veins throbbed as if it’s been aching. And truly, he was. He’s been aching to feel your walls wrap around him for so long. You have no idea how hard he’s been trying to hold himself back for you. How painful it was to—and now, seeing you there, perfect and pretty, so shy and red just for him, Jungkook wasn’t sure he could anymore.

Jungkook needed you. He needed you getting stuffed full of his cock right now.

“I-Its so big...” You gulp as he centers himself in between your legs. “I know baby, so big and ready for your tiny cunt. Can you be a big girl and take it for me baby, hm? Let daddy fuck you until he’s satisfied? Let him use you like the little cock slut you are?”

“Y-yes daddy,” you whimper as he rubs his slick tip against your soaked, smooth cunt, sliding it back and forth. “I’m yours so please, p-please just use me daddy!”

“So good for me baby, such an obedient little slut for daddy, fuck,” Jungkook groans, slipping his tip into your lush walls. You cry as he stretches you all the way out, leaving no room for you to breathe with his tip poking your tummy. Your mind felt dizzy, mouth ajar with drool slipping out even when he hadn’t even moved yet. 

“Shiiit you should see yourself baby. Such a fucking whore for daddy’s cock. Can I move, baby? Or can this tiny little pussy not take my big cock?”

“I-I..mm, please, I can take it! Please fuck me daddy!”

“That’s my girl.” Jungkook starts off painfully slow but just as painfully hard, pushing your knees to your chest. He completely draws himself back so he can see his glistening, twitching tip before driving himself back into your core. “Shit baby, your pussy’s so, fuck, tight.” Jungkook moaned to how your breast bounced up and down every time he shoved himself in.

You were sobbing by the time he quickened his pace, the intense sensation having you light headed. Jungkook loved the way you looked under him, eyes rolled back with buried balls deep inside of you. “You like this baby? Love my cock filling you? Answer me.”

“L-love mm love so m—ah, Kookie..! f-feels so....g-good daddy.”

“Look at you, baby. Can’t even talk with daddy’s cock stuffing you. Such a dumb slut for daddy, so fucking hot baby.” Jungkook moans, juices spurting everywhere and dampening the sheets with every thrust.

“I-I’m not d-dumb..!” You whimpered, fat tears streaming down your eyes. Jungkook smirks, licking his lips.

“Aww, of course you are baby. Just a dumb little cock slut for daddy. Can only think of daddy’s cock, can you?”

You can’t bring yourself to answer, your mind too scrambled with each and every thrust. Jungkook was going so fast, so hard, you felt so full.

“That’s what I thought baby. My sweet girl, fucked dumb for daddy. You only need daddy’s cock, nothing else.” Jungkook positioned your legs over his shoulders, clenching on to them to drill deeper into your tummy.

“Oh, o-oh my god, ah d-daddy...! ‘m your slut...love your dick so m-much...love being stuffed with cock.” Jungkook groaned to your sinful moans, feeling his stomach tighten.

“Just want daddy to cum inside you, don’t you? Want daddy to fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum, baby?”

“Y-yes, please daddy! Want daddy’s cum so bad! Please give me cum..!” Jungkook shoves his thumb inside of you plush lips, and god, he’s so proud of his work, so proud of you. You were taking his thumb like a good girl, sucking it as if it were his cock.

Jungkook felt his dick throb inside of you, aching for release. He pulls his thumb out with a pop of your wet lips, coated with saliva, and rubs figures over your clit. You scream, gripping onto the sheets. it was so much, too much for you to handle. Your back arches as he abuses your clit and sloppily fucks your hole.

“J-Jung–Jungkook, ah, please! Kookie! I-I’m..!”

“Its okay, baby, its okay. Gonna cum with daddy, hm? You can do it baby, sweet girl, cum for me,” Jungkook cooes, attempting to soothe your nerves, but his words are breathless and ragged. He thrusts in and out one, two, three, four more times until he burries himself deep inside you, spurts of thick cum filling your womb.

Jungkook groans as your pussy clenches around him, and you’re a sobbing, moaning, wet mess as you milk him. “Fuck, my sweet girl. Taking my cum like a big girl baby. So good for daddy, so fucking good for me.” With his praise, you feel yourself release soon after. Jungkook continues to thrust in and out of you, helping you ride out your high.

When he feels you falter in his arms, he pulls out and lays on top of you. Both of you stay like that for awhile, exhausted and in a daze.

With your moist bodies tangled with one another’s, you shut your eyes. You can hear Jungkook’s heartbeat hammer against yours, you short-winded breaths, and the soft whirring sound of the air conditioner.

Moonlight filtered in through your windows, casting a luminescent glow on Jungkook’s skin when he pushes his upper body up, his shoulders resting on either side of you.

Jungkook had spent the whole night cherishing you, telling you how pretty you were, and yet there he was—so ethereal under midnight’s grace. How could he be real?

You bring your hand to caress his cheeks. You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

In that moment, so intimate and sacred, His doe, gentle eyes that you could get lost in—that hold all the lost stars of the night sky, tell you all you need to know.

You yawn, stretching your arms high up. “Here’s your order maam,” two porcelain cups of matcha are placed in front of you, steam following it’s every movement. You mumble a thank you, smiling before your eyes drift to the man at the other side of the cross walk.

He’s wearing all black as per usual, revealing the beautiful tattoos that adorned his tan skin. His hair was tousled and he looked sleepy—after all, he’d just gotten out of class—but as soon as the crosswalk lights up with green, you chuckle when he sprints across and into the shop.

The bell that hung by the door didn’t even finish ringing before he runs to you, sweeping you off your chair and into his arms. “Kookie, let me down!” You giggle, but nonetheless wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” he nuzzles his nose into yours. “You finally published it right? The twenty second chapter?”

a / n : ahhhhh its exactly 3:01am and i have class in the morning which is why the middle ending is super rushed sorry ! i truly wonder why i do this to myself.

this is my first smut fanfiction so i’m not sure how i did , but if anyone ever reads this , i hope you enjoyed ! i dont think im cut out to write smut, i truly did have headaches thinking of synonyms for thrust and dirty talk . i really admire smut writers ,, writing smut is not as easy as it seems !!

anyways , sending love abundance and happiness your ways. you deserve love, you’re worthy of love, and you are love.

stay safe and healthy starlights <3

[weirdsht]

kahalangdon . 4

a/n: idk which one is longer this chapter or chapter 2

Warnings: hints of abuse, trauma, and ptsd

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

If there's something missing in the warnings let me know so I can add it

Any form of interaction toward the post is appreciated <333

kahalangdon

(means dignity in deep tagalog)

Parental figure Cale Henituse, Parental Figure Alberu Crossman, Reincarnated child Reader

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Cale, no Kim Rok Soo is the type of person that just adjusts and goes along with whatever’s happening. He's someone that’s rarely shaken no matter what life throws at him. But this was just too much.

‘I’m going to smack that God of Death later and have Cage curse him’

But no matter how flexible one is, living beings will always come face to face with disadvantageous things. That thing has now come face to face with Cale.

Ever since he saw the kid’s face that’s residing in his sworn brother’s arms, he knew in his soul who that kid is. How could he forget the very last person that slipped away from his hold before transmigrating as Cale Henituse. She may have been reincarnated but she looks and sounds the same as the kid Cale knew and cared for back on Earth, and when she slowly muttered “Rok Soo-hyung” his heart leaped.

Cale still needs to stay vigilant, no matter what his heart and soul tells me, he must put logic above first. Maybe it was him being in disbelief, maybe in denial, no matter Cale thinks that he made a sound decision. Thus why he decided to first sit and observe.

“Ahem I may be someone who’s been confined for a long time but I am not that naive. I think I have an idea on why I am brought here and I’m willing to cooperate. Just please don't expect too much from me as they also tell me, a kid, pretty much nothing.”

‘I see she’s still sharp and witty. Although she’s speaking as though she wasn’t admiring the setting and the characters of the novel this came from a few minutes ago’

He couldn’t help and suppress a chuckle as he listened to what this cute kid had to say. Cale wouldn’t usually describe something as cute, but he thinks this one time is warranted since she’s acting based on how he taught her before.

[Human, this baby dragon is also great and mighty! Too bad we already decided that she’ll be under the kind crown prince’s care]

Raon’s words felt like a bucket of iced water to Cale. Due to the longing he was trying to suppress, he nearly forgot about the deal that went on before they met the child. Nevertheless Cale is good at suppressing so the conversation went smoothly.

Questions after questions came, some easy to answer, some she didn't even know existed. Still, the brave little girl in front of Cale tried to answer all the questions they had.

Things went on for longer than they had taught but all now they had more information that could help them. The group was about to leave the room and let the exhausted child rest when Cale pulled them aside.

“I need to talk to her alone, all of you can go on ahead”

“Are you sure Cale-nim?”

“Yes, you too Raon. Maybe you can get some sweets for her, she likes those.”

Choi Han may have his nephew’s memories but he wasn’t with them when they first met the girl. That’s why he has doubts, but decided to trust Cale and his decisions.

“Just promise that you’ll give us an explanation later. I’m going to be the child’s guardian after all so I at least should know this things”

With that the group left to give the two privacy.

For the first time today, Cale took a good look at the child sitting down on the bed the palace workers had prepared. Signs of abuse and malnutrition were visible on her body. Her features and voice may be the same, but at the same time she looks different from the girl Cale and his closest friends from earth raised.

“I.. let me introduce myself to you. I’m Cale Henituse, eldest child and trash of Count, no it’s Duke now, Henituse. Before that, I.. I was first KIm Rok Soo. I was first on earth, I first watched the world turn upside down, I first fought for my survival, and I first brought in a kid that me and two other guys raised not long after I went under Lee Soo Hyuk’s company team.”

There was an uncharacteristic vulnerability in his voice as he spoke. Cale knew who this kid was and he knew that she would understand his words, but that didn’t stop the anxiety from creeping in. The anxiety and guilt that has been gnawing Cale inside-out only seem to worsen as he saw the child look at him with teary eyes.

He knows more than anyone else in this world just how brave this child is. He knows more than anyone the hardships she has gone through back on earth, especially before he met her and took her in. More than anyone in the world, and most especially in this castle he knew what this girl is like. Thus why he also knows just how innocent and vulnerable she really is.

“I- Are you really my hyung? You’re not lying right? You don’t have to mind reading magic or something like that right?”

“It’s me, it’s really me. The one that took you in and the one who introduced you to books.

This is the hyung you used to call lazy as he seem to just read books but still join him on reading until you fell asleep.

The hyung that read the first three volumes of Birth of a Hero with you and laughed as you complain about why isn’t there someone like the protagonist Choi Han to beat up all the monsters back on earth.

It’s me one of older brothers that you refer to as hyung just because it had a nice ring to it

And this hyung is sorry for leaving you to go through all that alone but I promise that you won’t go through that ever again, not on my watch.”

By the time he finished speaking the kid had flung her weak body on him and was sobbing. Incoherent sobs and wailing were probably heard outside the room but neither of them cared.

Soon tears dried up and the conversation continued with the polymorphed girl’s eyes swollen red. Cale listened as she shared everything that happened to her ever since she was born in this world.

How she was scared when she woke up after clearly dying in a new world

How a man who strangely looked like him insisted that he was her father, or at the very least her guardian.

How she was almost deceived and trusted the man

How she learned the cruel reality, and suffered for years under the White Stars watch.

How bad she wanted to cry and almost gave up but remembered what her hyungs taught her

Eyes that were already swollen were filled to brim with tears once more. The years that Cale has missed in his child’s life were explained in detail. In turn, Cale also shared his experience of what happened to him throughout the years they were apart.

What happened to him after she died

What books he read and continued in her stead

What he did instead of grieving as that was a luxury in their world

What are his goals

What he did right after learning he was now Cale Henituse

What mess he committed to achieve his slacker life dreams

What trashy actions he committed in front of the nobles

Everything, just everything that came to his mind he told her. Like that the two of them caught up with each other. Wounds weren’t healed but they stopped stinging for the time being.

The moment that Cale said to his group turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours and just like that two of them fell asleep with no regard whatsoever to the world.

[soulmate-game]

Harley’s Plea for Help: Chapter 2

Chapter 1

“How long do you think it’s gonna take before she decides to sneak out?” Nightwing asked over his comms, lazily leaning against the balcony railing in front of him with his head resting on one hand.

“Dude, I started sneaking out almost twenty minutes ago,” a girl’s voice made Nightwing squeak and turn around, to reveal a teenage girl leaning against the door that led to the balcony he was on. “I didn’t want to draw attention to myself by doing unnecessarily showy gymnastics down from my hotel room’s balcony, no matter how much fun that would be, so I just snuck out one of the hotel’s back exits. Then I looked up to admire the moon and saw you here, staking out what is clearly my suite, and decided to come pay you a visit.”

“How long have you been there? And how did you even get behind me? I hope you didn’t break and enter, that’s an actual lived-in apartment behind us right now,” Nightwing asked, turning around to analyze the daughter of Harley Quinn for the first time in person.

She looked just like in her pictures, of course. Jet black hair like her father’s, except it seemed to have a bluish shine in the light. And her eyes were definitely Harley’s— thank goodness for that —vibrant blue and clearly analyzing him with the same amount of intensity as his did her. He had to bite back a chuckle. In a turn of complete irony, she really did look like a Wayne kid. Fit all of Bruce’s usual criteria to be adopted. But she was tiny, even smaller than Harley’s lithe form. He, Bruce, and Tim were of the hypothesis that the exposure both her parents had to Ace Chemical’s vats of acid likely had an effect on her DNA that stunted her growth. Perhaps there were other effects that they wouldn’t be able to figure out until they got to know her better, too, though it was clear that her skin was a likely one. It wasn’t unnaturally pale like her parent’s after their acid dips but it was paler than normal for sure, just a shade or two shy of being paper white.

And he could see, now, what Harley meant when she referred to Marinette as a powerhouse. It wasn’t very noticeable in pictures, but up close Dick could see the carefully honed muscle of an acrobat curling over her otherwise slim build. Combined with the knowledge that Marinette had been taught at least some serious self defense from a young age, he could see how such a tiny package could be a remarkable threat when necessary.

Marinette grimaced as the other Batfam, who were all nearby staking out her room from different angles, dropped onto the large balcony with them.

“Uh, well. I didn’t break and enter, I rather not get off to a criminal-ly start on my first night in Gotham, you know? But I realized that even though I was able to figure out the exact room you were staking me out from, I realized as soon as I got into the first floor of the building that I had no idea how to actually get to you. So I just climbed the stairs all the way to the roof and scaled my way down to this balcony, and pretended I’ve been here for a while when really I was barely able to hear you ask when I was gonna sneak out. I’m still out of breath, actually,” she put a hand on her chest and sure enough her breathing was still slightly fast. But not enough to be worrying or even all that noticeable. Yet another piece of evidence to show that she was a very active individual and had resistance built up to physical activity.

“Yup,” Robin groused grumpily, crossing his arms. “With all that rambling, you couldn’t be anyone else’s child but Quinzel’s.”

Marinette’s face immediately flushed pink all the way to her ears. “I’m sorry! I’ve been trying so hard to quit that habit, too!” She grumbled a bit to herself, putting her face in her hands. They all chuckled at the display. Red Hood ambled over, draping his arm over her shoulders (he nearly had to bend in half to do it, the height difference was that bad).

“As adorable as your freak out is, why’d you even come up here anyway? There’s no way you’d scale down a ten-story building just to say hello.”

She let out a heavy sigh at that, slowly peeling her face out of her hands. “Yeah, I recognized you guys right away. And honestly, as much as Momma Harley would be super proud of me for managing to give an entire group of vigilantes the slip, she’d also ground me for life if she found out that I saw you guys and still snuck away even though she probably swallowed her pride and asked you guys to babysit me, right? Self preservation. Contrary to popular belief, I do actually have some.”

“Wait,” Red Robin held up a hand, brows clearly furrowed under his cowl. “You expected her to ask for our help?”

“Well,” she made a so-so motion with her hand. “I didn’t think of it beforehand, but it all clicked once I saw Nightwing. I know how much my mom is worried about me, especially since you-know-who broke out a few days ago. She is more than worried enough to ask you guys for help. Even if she does complain about you guys, a lot actually, she also has made it clear that she trusts you guys with the stuff that actually matters.

“‘You know who’?” Batman repeated, arms crossed. If Marinette squinted, she thought there might have been a grin on his lips. “Is that how you always refer to him?”

“What else am I gonna call him?” she asked, face going deadpan. “Sperm donor? Source of a large amount of my self doubt and depreciation? The prime reason I haven’t been able to see my mom in person more often over the years? Oh, I know! How about I just always refer to him as ‘that bastard I wanna punch,’? That sounds good!” she rolled her eyes sarcastically. “Only one person in this world has the right to be considered my father in any capacity, and it sure as hell isn’t him. Genetics notwithstanding.”

Red Hood straight up guffawed at that, landing several rough pats on her back that made the girl stumble a bit. “Yep, I like this one! But as fun as it would be to see you give that jackass a mean left hook, it’s better if he never finds out who you are or knows that you’re here,” the vigilante’s voice got dark and serious very quickly. “He doesn’t forget people he finds interesting easily, and if he ever finds out about the connection you have to him, he’ll be a constant threat in your life.”

“I know,” Marinette agreed with a nod. “And if this conversation was happening two years ago, I’d say that my mom’s concerns aren’t unfounded. That I am too easily emotionally compromised and despite my deep seated issues and hatred for that man, I couldn’t guarantee he would be unable to get to me.”

Batman straightened up, as did all of his sons around him. None of them had missed the ‘if’ there. Batman’s voice went from charmingly deep to it’s usual gruff grumble. “What changed in two years?”

They all watched as Marinette gulped, taking a deep breath as she stalled for time, looking out at the view on the balcony before seeming to steel herself and return her gaze to Batman’s. When she did, it was suddenly full of iron will.

“I didn’t lie when I told Mom that I came to visit her— but that isn’t the whole truth, either. If I just wanted to visit her in Gotham, I would have waited until I was eighteen like we agreed. But I can’t wait, Paris can’t keep going on like this. I entered that contest because it was the fastest way to see you. I didn’t know if I would win, but… I had to take the chance. There was no way I’d be able to get to Gotham behind my mom’s back otherwise.”

“What are you talking about?” Robin hissed, stepping up to his father’s side. “Paris has been silent. If anything were happening, we would have heard about it by now.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Marinette corrected, never losing that ironclad look in her eyes. “Because a combination of magic and politics is keeping it quiet. No news about Paris’ situation is able to leave the city limits. Magic makes any non-native who leaves Paris think that everything they experienced was just a crazy dream. Natives won’t forget, but politics has all of us under very strict NDAs if we leave city boundaries, and all of our local news and social media is blocked from being accessed by anyone outside the city. But, I figured a little breaking of the rules wouldn’t exactly put a stain on my family’s reputation or anything, so,” she dug in her pocket and pulled out a thumb drive, holding it up for all of them to see. She swallowed again, but never stopped her eye contact with Batman. She held out the thumb drive.

“I came to Gotham to ask for your help. This sped things up, I didn’t expect to see you on my first night here, but two years in Hawkmoth’s Paris has really taught me how to roll with the punches. This,” she shook the thumb drive. “Holds videos of every fight since HawkMoth first showed up. It has all the information I’ve gathered over two years, tracks his movements and lists all his targets and— everything. But I’m not a detective, I’m a designer. I make clothes, I spar on the weekends, I am not good at getting evidence to prove that someone is a magic-abusing villain holding an entire city hostage.”

“We’re gonna need some details, Little Q,” Red Hood finally removes his arm from around her shoulders, instead crossing his arms and looking down at her sternly. “If your city has a villain holding it hostage, is anyone fighting him? And if you do have someone fighting him, why don’t you need our help, or why didn’t they call the Justice League? The JLE should be in Paris, right?”

Marinette snorted, face scrunching up in obvious distaste. “I’ll have to answer those a little out of order. First; the JLE was kicked out of Paris. They moved their headquarters to Italy about five years ago, I’m just surprised they apparently kept that secret from you,” she gestured to all of them, who indeed seemed very caught off guard by that tidbit. But Marinette just sighed and continued. “Though that’s a good thing, actually. We do have heroes, it started out as just a pair but it’s grown into a small team out of necessity. They didn’t call the Justice League because the last thing we need is any powered heroes coming in and making it worse— your league doesn’t have the best reputation for letting newer heroes take the lead even on their home turf, you know,” she pointed out, which made Batman shift a bit guiltily. He knew the JL was often a bit… heavy handed in their methods.

“What makes the situation so bad that you don’t want to bring experienced heroes into it?” Red Robin cut in, sounding as if the whole situation was a puzzle he was determined to sort out. Which, really, was exactly what Marinette had been counting on. She shot him a finger gun, grinning.

“That’s exactly the point! Hawkmoth uses a magical artifact, like I said— but this artifact can brainwash anybody who experiences even the slightest negative emotion. Sadness, anger, fear— anything negative. And it gives them powers, but puts them largely under his influence,” her expression twisted again, this time into a wry little grimace. “I guess you can say that my momma’s psychiatry background has secretly come in handy a lot over these past two years. And Hawkmoth is exactly why I try to tell Momma Harley to stop visiting me— I have worked my butt off to keep her from finding out about his attacks or getting Akumatized. Every time she shows up it gives me a heart attack!”

“Akumatized?”

Marinette waved a hand dismissively. “It’s the term used for when someone is turned into a super powered villain because of HawkMoth. The brainwashing— really it’s more similar to a straight up corruption. The person usually lacks their usual moral compass, and just seeks to soothe whatever set off their negative emotion in the first place. Usually, that means they seek a bloody revenge. And if someone who already has extensive training or extremely strong powers gets Akumatized, guess what?” She made jazz hands even though her face was deadpan. “Extra powers, or amplified ones, for the metas or superheroes who are Akumatized. And imagine what someone with, say, Batman’s level of experience could do if he had powers and no moral compass,” the silence that followed her words was deafening. She just nodded, knowing she had gotten her point across. “I’ve been working my butt off to stay positive, because if I’m Akumatized…” her shoulders fell, and she had to swallow a lump in her throat. “... I have no idea what I’d turn into, but if you take into consideration both my training and my family history… it’s really best if we never find out what kind of magic-powered supervillain I’d make.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Nightwing said after another long moment of silence for that to all sink in. He gestured at her with an open palm. “You’ve been dealing with a terrorist for two years who targets emotional vulnerability, you apparently have never been corrupted by this magic at least to present day, but your mother still worries about you being very emotionally fragile. And your heroes are not detectives, which is clearly what you need or you wouldn’t have asked us for our help.”

Marinette nodded. “I used to be very impressionable. At the start of all this, I was a huge people-pleaser. I got attached to new people in a matter of minutes. My mom always said I reminded her too much of herself— but two years of fighting off a guy trying to get into my head—“

“Wait,” Batman nearly barked, taking a step forward. “He’s been targeting you? You specifically?”

Marinette nodded grimly, mouth a straight line. “Not from the beginning, but this past year it’s been painfully obvious. He might be able to sense the strength of people’s emotions, and unfortunately I don’t exactly experience my emotions very… gently. All of my emotions tend to the much more intense side of the spectrum. If that’s true, then he might know that any negative emotion I feel will make an extremely strong Akuma. Either that, or he’s going by process of elimination. All of my friends, except for one, have been Akumatized already. So has my Papan and my grandmother. But it’s obvious when he’s targeting someone, I’ve felt him try to override my will on several occasions. But I can’t just repress all of my negative emotions forever, so consider us working against the clock right now. That thumb drive has all the details you need about our heroes, how exactly Hawkmoth’s powers work, and so on.”

“Do your heroes know you’re asking for our help?” Red Robin asked, gaze burning a figurative hole through Marinette’s face. “Better yet, if this drive has as much information as you say it does, how did you get it?”

Marinette handed the drive over to Batman, who finally took it and tucked it in his belt as she answered.

“Momma Harley might have a lot to say about your detective skills, but you are all still strangers to me. So consider this a test of your abilities— I expect that you will all go to extreme lengths to verify all of the information I gave you anyway. After all, I’m still the daughter of your most hated enemy. Right?” She met each of their gazes, one by one, with a challenging one of her own. “You’ll just have to figure out my connection to the heroes on your own. And how I got the information, too. It shouldn’t be too hard for the so-called world’s greatest detectives. And maybe this can double as a trust exercise. I fully expect you guys to scour through every inch of my past, and dig up everything you can on me. I encourage you to try to find everything you can, so that hopefully you can decide to trust me on your own once you have all the details laid out in front of you. By the way, for your own sanity? I’d start with reading about all of our heroes’ powers and abilities before you watch any footage of past attacks.”

Red hood rocked back on his heels, trading glances with the other vigilantes before they all shared a nod. Apparently having decided their course of action, Red Hood leaned down and hoisted Marinette up into a princess carry. All traces of her previous iron will melted away in favor of the high pitched squeal of surprise she gave, and once more she became an overly flustered teenager.

“Alright, little cutie. Let’s get you to your mom’s place before she and her crazy plant lady fiancé come hunting us down.”

“I can walk! I can freerun on my own! Mon dieu please let me down! Eeeeek!” She squealed again as Robin slapped a domino mask over her eyes and Red Hood wasted no time jumping over the balcony railing with her still in his arms. The fact that they were lowered down by a wire wrapped around Hood’s waist didn’t seem to take away any of the fright that came with a sudden drop over an eighth-story balcony.

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Always You | JJK (Nine-pt1) (Final)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 13.6k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (!!!), mentions of sex, protected sex, jealous!oc, sensual touching, dry humping, oral (female rec.) face riding

Notes: The end is finally here! But no worries I will most likely do drabbles for you guys:) Thank you SO much for reading this story and sending so many loving comments. Enjoy this last chapter of ‘Always You’ and feel free to send me an ask to chat about the story, I LOVE talking with ya’ll!

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December

Jungkook stares into his bathroom mirror and sees and feels nothing, absolutely nothing. He looks into his eyes and see nothing behind them. He tries to smile, but falls short. Does this have anything to do with the fact he told you he loves you but you completely misunderstood him? Yup, it probably has everything to do with that.

But Jungkook also feels like shit. He let his feelings become too overwhelming in the moment that he totally and completely forgot he has a girlfriend. So, he is almost glad that you most definitely thought he was just telling you he loves you like one normal friend to another instead of him confessing his deep and passionate feelings towards you. Yup, totally glad.

So, now he looks into the mirror and actually does see and feel something: Shame. Guilt.

And regret. Regret is written all over his face. Not regret because he told you he loves you, no. Regret that he didn’t tell you 4 years ago how he feels. Even if you didn’t feel the same he thinks he should have had the courage, instead he slept with you like a fucking idiot. But that is something he can’t get himself to regret at all…he just can’t regret that amazing night he shared with you.

“Bro! You have been in there for like ever dude, I gotta take a piss!” Jungkook hears Nick from the other side of the door, his insistent banging going completely ignored by Jungkook.

“Seriously man, I will pee in the fucking sink!” Nick threatens and Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah man, I’m coming.” He looks into the mirror one last time before taking one deep breath and turning towards the bathroom door.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Jungkook says as he opens the door with Nick already pushing past him.

“Fucking finally!” Nick doesn’t even bother to shut the door behind him as he quickly approaches the toilet to release himself.

Jungkook walks into his room and pulls out his phone as he sits on the edge of his bed. He goes through his message threads, his fingers hovering over your name when he gets to you.

It’s been a few weeks since the trip to your parent’s house. He had such an amazing time. That Saturday your mom cooked one of her famous homemade meals…something Jungkook hasn’t really had in years. Your dad would casually slip in the word ‘son’ in conversation, making Jungkook’s heart glow. You laughed and talked and cried and just looked so at home the entire time, like all your worries were vanishing.

He knows you’re struggling with what to do…but going abroad? Were you serious? You mentioned it to your parents too while there visiting and they loved the idea…making Jungkook’s heart sink. They just encouraged you more while you were there…telling you it was such a fun, and great idea and that it totally suits you. This only made you feel more motivated…Jungkook could see that.

Jungkook wants nothing but the best for you…he just wants you to be happy. Your happiness is his happiness but how could he survive if you left? How could he go a day without seeing you? Or worse…a week? A month? A whole fucking year? He went three months without you and he spiraled pretty bad.

Jungkook continues to sit here, his fingers right over your name and he clicks it.

Jungkook 8:14pm

I have a cold beer with your name on it

y/n 8:21pm

:( I cant hang tonight, sorry boo…im hanging with yoongs and tae. You can come by if youd like to?

Jungkook 8:22pm

No no its okay, you have fun :))

Jungkook brings his phone to his chest, right over his beating heart and he sighs out in frustration. Why can’t everything just be easy? Why is everything so complicated?

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“And I will be the youngest curator they’ve ever had at this museum!” Tae finishes proudly, cheering his wine glass with yours and Yoongi’s.

“That’s so amazing Tae.” You bring your glass back to your mouth and take a gulp in his honor.

“Proud of you, kid.” Yoongi smiles fondly at Taehyung and you can’t help but also feel very proud. Taehyung got offered the main curator position at the museum of art downtown and you three are at the record shops cozy corner celebrating.

“Anything else new going on?” Taehyung asks, he eyes both you and Yoongi. “Like, any new love interests? Job offers? Juicy drama? Literally anything.”

“Nothing from me.” You laugh, you and Taehyung look over at Yoongi who is sipping his wine with the biggest blush painted on his cheeks.

“Yoongi?” you pry. “Did something new happen with you?”

“Well…I wouldn’t really call it news.” He begins shyly, “But I maybe met someone.”

You and Taehyung share a look of shock and excitement.

“Wait dude, you mean like a romantic interest?” Taehyung asks, setting his glass down on the table.

“Yeah, like you have a crush on someone?” You smile at Yoongi and his blush deepens.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he admits, “But they’re really nice and have been coming in the store every week and we sort of just end up talking…and they asked for my number—”

“This is definitely a romantic interest!” Taehyung basically shouts. “Did you give it?”

“Yes…” Yoongi takes another sip of his wine, his eyes sliding to the side. “Did I mention they’re cute?”

“You in fact, did not mention that.” You say with a grin. “I’m happy for you Yoongs.”

“I think I’ll ask them out, what do you guys think?” Yoongi whispers.

“I think that’s a great idea man!” Taehyung basically shouts again and you laugh.

“I think I really admire you for going for it…” You sigh. You wish you had that kind of courage.

“You know…” Yoongi sets his wine glass down, and turns in his seat to face you, “It takes a lot of bravery to open up to someone…it takes a lot of strength to admit when you’re wrong and to admit when things aren’t going right. It takes real courage to open your heart to someone like, romantically. You’re like, the coolest human being in the world if you can do those things.” Yoongi folds his hands out in front of him, he bites his lip as he thinks.

“y/n…you don’t have to be some sort of super human.”

You tilt your head in confusion…you thought Yoongi was going to a place where he tells you to go for it too.

“You shouldn’t always be the one doing things. Others need to form the courage too. You’re worth it. You’re worth that risk…that you may not feel the same. Trust me, I would know.” He chuckles light heartedly. “I think he will come around.”

“I don’t know about that.” Taehyung cuts in. “I want to believe he will but…” Taehyung looks over at you with pity. “…He’s…” Taehyung doesn’t know what to say without spilling anything so he decides to let the words die on his tongue.

“To be honest with you guys…” You reach for your glass of wine and chug back the remainder of what’s in the glass rather quickly before slamming it back down on the table.

“New Year’s Eve.” You say. “Four years ago. Something happened. Something major, he…”

“Four years ago, New Year’s Eve?” Taehyung scrunches his brows together as he tilts his head. “Wait something happened between you two?” you only nod your head at Taehyung’s question.

“Did Jungkook say what he wanted to say?” Taehyung asks with big eyes, completely shocked, this is news to him. But now it’s your turn to tilt your head in confusion.

“Say what he wants to say? What are you talking about?”

“Huh? Uh,” Taehyung guesses it’s not what he’s thinking. “It’s nothing. So what happened?”

“We slept together.” You blurt out quickly, giving yourself no time to regret it.

You hear Yoongi chuckle from beside you and you snap your head in his direction.

“What? What’s so funny?” you ask.

“You thought I didn’t already assume that? That you two haven’t already slept together?”

“Damn,” you say, “Observant as usual.”

“WAIT WHAT?” Taehyung sputters out, quite fucking loudly.

You guess Taehyung isn’t as observant.

“We got kind of drunk, kissed at midnight and went back to his dorm and you know…”

Realization hits Taehyung hard. When Jungkook was pissed about the fact Taehyung slept with you it wasn’t just because he was some heroic friend. It was also because Jungkook has already had you and he knows he doesn’t like to share. Fuck.

“Holy fuck, y/n.” Taehyung closes his eyes for a moment, “Wait, and you guys didn’t talk about it after? Didn’t he have something to tell you perhaps?”

“What are you talking about? He totally brushed it off. So I got bitter and didn’t talk to him for a month. Now we just…I don’t know, we just…I feel like we are more than friends but less than lovers.”

“Makes total sense.” Yoongi adds, “You two are that but more than anything you two are complete and total idiots.” “Well, that we can agree on.” Taehyung grins.

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It’s the middle of December meaning it’s time to do your Christmas shopping! You, Trina and Holly are at the mall perusing around and trying to find the perfect gifts.

“Let’s do what we always do y/n.” Trina bumps her elbow into your side, with a smile on her face.

“Couldn’t agree more.” You respond.

“And what do you two always do?” Holly asks, feeling a little left out.

“Oh you know, we agree to no presents.” You say, “One less person to stress over, that’s our gift to each other.”

“Wow.” Holly deadpans, “You guys are so lame.”

“Or are we geniuses?” Trina asks with a grin, she walks closer to Holly and links arms with her, “But don’t worry Hol, I am getting you something.”

“Good.” Holly says, a shy smile making its way on her face.

“Me too!” you say trying to include yourself. “What would you like anyway? Just show me and I’ll buy it for you!”

“That takes out all the fun in gift giving.” Holly pouts, “It’s supposed to be a surprise!”

“Ah, fuck.” Trina spits out, “I suck at gift giving. Just tell us what you want.” She whines.

“No!” Holly laughs. “Look, I’ll be back.” She gestures towards her left, “I gotta use the bathroom.” She waves at you and Trina and walks away.

“Dude what am I going to get Holly?” Trina asks you, her frustration as clear as day. “It’s got to be special.” She adds in shyly. Special? Now’s your time to finally ask her what is up with her and Holly.

“Why special?”

“Oh you know.” Trina’s sheepish grin gives her away. “I don’t got to say it, when you know.”

“Fair enough.” You laugh. “Oh!” you point towards the window of one of the stores to your right, “You see those mugs? Let’s go check them out.”

“What why?”

“Christmas gift.” You say simply.

You both walk towards the glass window and eye the mugs, there’s a whole bunch but there’s a mug with music notes all over it and you’re reminded of the record shop and your two friends. You walk inside and grab three of them. Yes, three matching mugs for you, Yoongi and Taehyung. Even though Taehyung doesn’t drink coffee, he can still put whatever beverage he wants inside.

You pay for the mugs and have them wrapped in Christmas paper! You got some of your first gifts done with! Now you need to find something for Jimin, Jungkook, Holly and your parents. Crap, should you get something for the rest of the boys too? You’ll be seeing them on New year’s…maybe you’ll get them all scarves. That’s easy.

Jimin is easy, you know he’s been eyeing this channel necklace for far too long and you happen to be able to afford it for him. Jungkook isn’t easy at all. So you go with something simple, a new pair of chunky black boots that he’s been talking about for months. Your mom gets a necklace with her birth flower and your dad gets tickets to his favorite sports team…cheap tickets, sorry to your dad. Holly loves penguins so you find a cute penguin pin for her purse, you think she will love it.

Shopping takes almost the whole day, you, Trina and Holly are seated in the malls food court sipping on a smoothie.

“I am so freaking tired.” Holly leans her head on Trina’s shoulder as she speaks.

“Me too, girl, me too.” You respond. “But Christmas is soon!”

“Are you guys excited about going home?” you ask.

“Yeah, my parents promised they would take me ice skating like when I was a kid.” Trina chuckles.

“I’m excited too! What about you y/n?” Holly lifts her head from Trina. “What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Going home, of course. I’m bringing Jungkook with me.” You admit with a soft smile, “My mom and dad love him, they practically beg me every week on the phone that I bring him.”

“You guys are such a couple.” Trina rolls her eyes playfully.

“We’re best friends! He doesn’t have parents to spend it with so he’s coming with me, is that such a crime?” you say lightly.

“No, no. Of course not.” Trina rolls her eyes again. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys get together during your trip.”

“Need I remind you he has a girlfriend?”

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Jungkook slides his dick in and out of Vanessa as she clenches around him, he holds her body up as he fucks her from behind. He’s been at it for a while but…

“I’m going to come!” She moans out, “Please tell me you’re close!”

“I—I” Jungkook tries fucking her faster and harder as she comes undone. But Jungkook is still trying, he’s fucking struggling. He screws his eyes shut and thrusts into Vanessa at a fast and hard rate but nothing is working.

“Sorry…sorry.” Jungkook begins to slow down, “I can’t. I just can’t” He admits, totally defeated. He’s tired. He eventually comes to a stop, and pulls out.

“I’m sorry Vanessa.” He says quietly, “It’s not you, I promise.” His voice is hoarse.

Vanessa stands and walks to the bathroom to clean herself up, when she returns she sees Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed with his pants back on.

“It’s okay, Jungkookie.” Vanessa’s smooth voice doesn’t waver as she speaks, “It happens.”

Jungkook runs his hands down his tired face before looking up at Vanessa, his eyes slightly watery.

“This isn’t fair for you, I should be able to fucking come.” He grits out. “At the fucking least.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“How are you so calm about this? Hm?”

Vanessa sits on the edge of the bed next to Jungkook, she breathes in and out before raising her head to speak to him.

“He wants to get back together with me, you know.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at her words. She couldn’t be talking about her ex, could she?

“Vanessa—”

“It’s okay. I said I no. Somehow I feel okay.” She smiles at him, it isn’t one of those coy or secretive smiles she mostly hands out but a real genuine smile.

“I think I just feel good that he wants me again but now I have the upper hand, you know? I’m the one with power.”

“You told him no?”

“And not even because I am supposed to be your girlfriend…but because I decided I need to respect myself. You’re right…what I was doing…it wasn’t healthy.” She admits, she shakes her head to rid herself of her bangs that keep falling in her eyes.

“I…I’m proud of you.”

“I want to be proud of you too.” She whispers.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” she says quietly, “You’ll see eventually.”

“What does that me—”

“Let’s take a small break.” Vanessa tilts her head to get a quick look at him, “Just until New Year’s.”

“Vanessa—”

“We just need some time to like, miss each other? You know?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “You mean, break up?”

“Just a break. But technically yes, we aren’t together in the meantime.”

“Why?” Jungkook stands up, “We can make this work Vanessa.”

“Please stop.” Vanessa says more sternly. “It’s what I want. Just until New Year’s.”

Jungkook paces back and forth with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He doesn’t understand why she wants this? Because he couldn’t come? All because of that? He stops pacing to stare at her and she’s already looking up at him with a sickingly sweet smile.

“Fine.” He says. “If that’s—that’s what you want.” He clears his throat and tries smiling for her, she all but nods her head.

~~~~~~~

“You ready?” you ask Jungkook when he walks up to your car. You came to pick him up, insisting that you drive this time.

“Yeah.” Jungkook shows you his bunny grin and you melt, you love that smile of his. He sets his bag in the backseat and walks over to the passenger door and sits down inside.

“I’m excited to spend Christmas with you and your family.”

“Oh, it’s going to be a handful. You’ll be meeting my grandma, some aunts and uncles and some cousins of mine.”

“And I cannot wait.” He repeats. “Do you have my Christmas present here in the car?” he smiles cheekily, “Just give it to me now.”

“Yeah, right. You have to wait until tomorrow dummy!”

“Hey, don’t call me a dummy.” Jungkook pouts. He leans back in the passenger’s seat and closes his eyes.

“Hey, you’re not thinking of taking a nap are you?” You reverse your car out of the parking spot at his apartment.

“Maybe.” Jungkook snickers from beside you, “If you don’t want me falling asleep, tell me something interesting.”

“I think I want to work on getting a TEFL.” You blurt out, “To you know, teach.”

Jungkook’s eyes stay shut as he processes your words, he thinks to himself carefully—he can’t react negatively. He can’t.

“That’s nice, y/n.” He settles for. “You’ll like it.”

“That’s it?” you twist your head to look in his direction, he opens his eyes and stares at you for a few moments.

“Eyes on the road.” Jungkook closes his eyes again.

“Jungkook…you aren’t sad I might be moving away for like, at least a year?” You grip the steering wheel tighter, “You know I would be leaving right?”

“What do you want me to say y/n?” Jungkook opens his eyes and leans forward, “Want me to tell you no? That you aren’t allowed to leave?”

“Well…no. But you could act like you care a little.” You whisper out in pout.

“I do care.” Jungkook huffs, “But I just want you to do whatever makes you happy.”

“You make me happy.”

Jungkook quirks a brow and smiles, “So, you want to do me?”

“Gross,” you reach over and hit his arm. “You know what I mean. I just…I mean I value your opinion.”

Jungkook’s smile begins to fade as he stares at the cars floorboard. He zones out for a few moments, not entirely sure what to say. While it is true he wants you to do whatever makes you happy he also doesn’t want you to go anywhere.

“Do what’s best for you baby.” He all but whispers. “I will believe in you and support you no matter what.”

“I guess I’ll take that for now.” You whine. “How’s work going for you?”

“It’s good.” Jungkook’s eyes light up, “The director is letting me edit some pretty important scenes.” He gushes. “I brought my work stuff so I can show you over the next couple of days.”

“Yeah? That sounds exciting Jungkook!”

You finally merge on the high way for your few hour trip, you got your ‘Chillin’ playlist on and a few snacks on hand. You and Jungkook chit chat every so often but you mostly jam to the music.

“Let’s listen to Disney radio station!” You hand Jungkook your phone, “Hurry, put it.”

Jungkook takes your phone with a grin and selects the Disney option on pandora, the first song to come on is Lion King’s ‘Hakuna Matata’. You and Jungkook sing your hearts out, smiling, giggling and belting out the notes.

A couple hours pass like this, your throat getting admittedly sore. But Jungkook on the other hand is still going strong, he is singing all the parts in ‘Kiss the Girl’ with such passion…you can’t help but chuckle as you listen to him.

“Phew, I am worn out!” you say, laughing. “But I see you can keep going?” you turn the volume down.

“Oh, we can switch it up…but to answer the question you know I can keep going.” He winks. And you know he meant that innocently but you can’t help but blush.

“Right.” You hand him your phone again, “Our trip is almost over…you can just put on a playlist.”

“Are you excited to see your parents again?”

“Well, I just saw them last month…but yes.” You admit, “Being home is always nice. My parents have been bothering me for weeks making sure you are actually coming with me for Christmas.” You chuckle, “They’ll be glad to see you.”

Jungkook grabs a hold of his ears in excitement, you can tell he’s genuinely happy as he sits here and smiles that smile.

“I’m glad to see them too. And I am excited to meet more of your family.”

“There will probably be misunderstandings…but don’t worry, I will make it clear we are just friends.” You nod your head as you speak. Jungkook just shrugs in response, just fucking shrugs.

“Isn’t that your house up there on the corner?” Jungkook points forward towards the house.

“Yup.”

When you pull into the driveway your parents are making their way outside, they smile at you and you wave from inside your car. You turn it off and turn to face Jungkook.

“You ready?”

“Yes.” He grins.

You step out of your car and your mom and dad are rushing to bring you in for a hug, they hold you close and you feel yourself feeling right at home. You begin to pull away and head towards the backseat when your mom grabs your arm,

“You two can get your things later—before bed, before bed.” She guides you towards the house, “And hello, Jungkook.” She smiles widely, “So nice you are here again! Let’s go see everyone!”

“Yes mam.” Jungkook says with a small smile, he walks forward and shakes hands with your dad.

“Nice to see you again, son.”

“Yes sir, you too.”

“Stop being so formal!” you look back at him, teasing. You and your mom walk to the front door, waiting for your dad and Jungkook to catch up.

The four of you enter the house, it smells like pie and cookies and warmth and you know, like Christmas. You hear the chitter chatter of your relatives filling the house and you want to smile. You can hear your cousins gossiping in the kitchen, you hear their children playing in the backyard (The back door is open), you hear your grandma snoring on your dads recliner, while your aunt and uncle quietly talk on the other sofas. You hear what it’s like to feel at home.

“Look who is here, everyone!” Your mom announces obnoxiously. “It’s y/n and Jungkook!”

First your aunt and uncle’s attention are caught, they nod your way with smiles on their faces and you head over to the sofas to hug them each. Your grandma stays snoring on the recliner and you giggle, classic grandma.

Next, your cousins are coming in from kitchen. Three of them to be exact, Daniel and his wife Larissa and your other cousin who is your age Manny. Daniel and Larissa have 3 beautiful children who are playing in the back, you can hear their giggles from inside. Manny is much shorter than you, she’s petite and curvy and really, really pretty. You go in to hug her first, she wraps her arms around you loosely.

“y/n!” she yells excitedly, “It’s been since last Christmas right?!” she asks, still holding on to you.

“Something like that.” You giggle, “Hi Daniel, Larissa.” You go in to hug them as well.

“Guys this is Jungkook.” You finally introduce the awkward boy, he stands here swaying from side to side waiting to meet everyone. He bows his head in greeting and everyone says their hello’s. All except sleeping grandma.

“Well, hello.” Manny smiles at Jungkook, “I didn’t even see you there, which is crazy because you’re like crazy hot—”

“Okay, Manny.” You try cutting in early enough, but are a bit late.

“Oh?” Jungkook eyebrows climb to up his forehead as he looks at Manny.

“I’m Manny.” She winks, “ You must be y/n’s friend, I presume?”

“Uh…”

“y/n!!!!” Your grandma comes up to you all, her sweet perfume filling the air around you. “You’re here, sweetie.”

“Grandma!” you lean in and hug her frail body, she smells like she always has your whole entire life, sweet.

“And this must be your boyfriend, Jungkook? I have heard so much about you, dear.” Your grandmas opens her arms, signaling Jungkook to lean in and hug her—which he does.

“Actually grandma—”

“You finally have a nice boyfriend, your parents have told me all about him.” she winks, “I am so happy for you sweetie, I think I can finally rest easy.”

“Rest easy?” you question, “No grandma you are mis—”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Jungkook smiles at your grandma and she cheeses hard.

“You can call me grandma, dear.” She pats his back lovingly, “I want to hear all about you two. Shall we drink some tea together?”

“Boyfriend?” Manny asks, confused. “I didn’t know you guys started dating?”

“We aren’t—”

“Its new.” Jungkook cuts in. He slides his arm around your waist and you audibly gasp.

“What’s new?” Your mom walks up to you all.

“They’re dating.” Manny says, looking unimpressed.

“WHAT! Darling, get in here!” She calls your dad over, “Jungkook and y/n are together, together!”

“No we are—” you try cutting in but you feel Jungkook dig his fingers into your waist.

“THEY’RE TOGETHER?!” Your dad yells out, his excitement clear as day. You stand here confused as hell as your whole family starts congratulating you two.

“Wait, wait.” You try getting out but Jungkook leans in to whisper in your ear.

“We can’t disappoint grandma.” He says softly.

~~~~~~

“I met my Roy at a party too.” Your grandma says between sips, she holds her tea in front of her face as she reminisces.

“Was it love at first sight?” Your grandma asks, wiggling her brows. “Me and my Roy didn’t get together for quite some time so I don’t think it was love at first sight for us…when did you know?”

“Grandma…” you begin, “Can we talk about something else?” you beg.

“I knew only a few months later.” Jungkook admits shyly, he smiles at your grandma while bringing his tea cup to his lips. “I knew no one could take y/n’s spot. But I was content with being friends.”

Your eyes grow in size, his confession warming you up. You know it’s all for show but you can’t help what it does to you.

“I also knew after a few months.” You say quietly.

“Oh, how lovely!” Your grandma claps her hands together softly, “And now here you are! Jungkook…” Your grandma sets down her tea cup and looks over at Jungkook. “I trust you will take care of y/n no matter what, right?”

“No matter what.” He says quickly. “She takes care of me too.”

“And how does she do that?” Your grandma raises a drawn on brow.

“She is always there for me…she always tries to understand me even when I am in the wrong…she always tries to get to know me like she doesn’t already know everything,” he chuckles, “She always hugs me when I need it.” Jungkook looks at you with a soft smile, “She really loves me and I can feel it.” Then his mouth falls open and his eyes expand a little, “Do you… love me y/n? Like—”

“Okay, that’s enough about us babe,” you cut him off, “When did you get in town grandma?”

“Oh, just last night.” She mumbles, “I—”

“So,” Manny comes into the kitchen, her v neck lower than it was 20 minutes ago, you can’t help but roll your eyes. “What do you do Jungkook?” she leans down into his space, one hand squeezing his bicep as she asks her question.

“Um, I work as an editor for a film company.” His eyes shift to you and you roll your eyes again. “What about you?”

“Oh? Me? I work at a marketing firm. Was hoping to see y/n there.” She smiles at you. “But guess she didn’t apply? Maybe?”

“I didn’t get hired.” You state plainly. “But I didn’t want to work there anyway.” You grip your thigh in annoyance.

“y/n is probably too good for that company anyway.” Jungkook says, his hand reaches for yours and you relax a little bit.

“Right.” Manny nods her head exaggeratedly, “That’s got to be it…” she winks at you and you give a half ass smile.

“So Jungkook…” she finally takes a seat next to him, her hand still on his arm. “Film, huh? That’s soo cool. What do you do in your spare time?” she squeezes his bicep again, “Besides working out, of course.” She laughs.

Jungkook looks at you in panic, his eyes shifting from yours to his arm and you just roll your eyes.

“Manny.” You cut in, “How’s Luis?”

“Oh, we broke up.” She says smiling at Jungkook. “Nothing to worry about it.”

“And what’s to worry about,” you lean over and detach her fingers from Jungkook’s arm. “Hm?”

“Oh nothing.” Manny shakes her head.

“Manny, did you ever take my things out of the drier?” Your grandma speaks up, “Please put them in my room if you haven’t already.”

“Speaking of rooms.” Your mom and dad walk into the kitchen, their hands joined together.

“What?” you ask.

“Grandma is in Jungkook’s room. So Jungkook will have to stay in your room with you.” She says nonchalantly.

“Hm? Okay.” You shrug while Jungkook’s eyes widen just slightly. “Where are aunt and uncle sleeping? And Daniel and the rest? “Oh, we got a hotel.” Manny says, “Which sucks because it would have been fun to have a little slumber party.” She says in pout. You give her a tight smile and nod.

“Sure.” You get out, “Guess it’s just me and Jungkook for the slumber party.” You wink at her and Jungkook laughs as he squeezes your hand.

“Can’t wait baby.”

“Oh, you guys are gross.” Manny gags, “We get it.”

“Yeah, behave.” Your mom gives you a pointed look, “You’re still in your parent’s house.”

“Sorry, sorry. We’re just messing around.” You wave your hand, “Also, I can get your things from the drier grandma, I am going upstairs anyway to change.”

“Thank you sweetie.”

You let go of Jungkook’s hand as you stand up, he looks up at you in panic. You’re leaving him here with Manny?! He’s not stupid, this girl is clearly not caring about the whole boyfriend thing but he doesn’t want to make a scene by saying something to her.

“I’ll go with you.” Jungkook rushes to say earning strange looks from your parents. “Be—because I should bring up our bags from the car.”

“Ah, yes! That’s true, that’s true.” Your mom nods her head in agreeance, “You two go.”

Upstairs is much quieter, Jungkook thinks to himself. Just the background noise of muffled voices and occasional laughter. You two are in your childhood bedroom with both of your bags on your small bed. You are digging through your own luggage when you hear Jungkook clear his voice.

“What’s up?” you don’t look up to see him, you continue digging into your bag for some sleep shorts and a t shirt.

“This bed is tiny.” Jungkook groans, “How are we going to sleep on it?”

“I suppose one of us could make a palette on the flo—”

“—No.” Jungkook shakes his head, “I just mean, you’ll have to sleep super close to me.”

“That doesn’t bother me. Does it bother you suddenly?” you grab the small shorts from your bag and set them on the bed.

“W-What? No…” he admits shyly, his teeth on full display at he smiles at his own bag. “I was just saying.”

“Will Vanessa not like it?” you whisper as you find the t shirt. “Because—”

“Actually we—”

“—ask her?”

“No, it’s fine. Trust me.” Jungkook brings out his own change of clothes and stands here awkwardly, not knowing where to go.

“I do trust you.” You breathe out, “We can just turn around and change.” You offer, already spinning on your heels and lifting your sweater over your head. Jungkook continues to stare at you until he’s hit with realization. He quickly turns around and starts changing as well.

“You sure let Manny touch you however she pleases.” You spit out quietly. Jungkook freezes mid shirt lift, his eyes growing in panic.

“It’s not that I was letting her…I just…I didn’t know what to do…I’m sorry—”

“Yeah, I know.” You roll your eyes even though he cannot see. “I’m just—it’s my fault. Me and Manny grew up together. The boy she liked in high school liked me…and ever since then she’s always…” you wiggle into your sleep shorts, slipping the material over your ass.

“Oh, I get it.” Jungkook slips on a new t shirt, “I’m done. Are you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

You both turn around, smiling sheepishly at one another. He’s wearing black sweats with a plain white t shirt and you in your sleep shorts you always use to wear around the apartment that use to drive Jungkook wild and one of his black t shirts.

“Hey, that’s mine.” He pouts, pointing at the shirt you’re wearing.

“Mine now.” You poke your tongue out. Jungkook pretends to reach over the bed to grab your tongue which makes you laugh.

“Don’t let Manny touch you again.” You blurt out, “I don’t like it.”

Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip as he stares at you, he begins walking to the other side of the bed until he’s standing in front of you.

“Why don’t you like it?” he asks softly.

“It’s annoying to look at it.”

“It irritates you to see another girl touch me?”

“It’s irritating when that girl is my cousin.”

“Why does it matter who it is specifically?” Jungkook steps closer to you, he pushes his hands in his sweat pockets.

“I don’t want you to fuck my cousin, Jungkook. Sue me.” Your straightforwardness makes Jungkook chuckle.

“I wouldn’t fuck your cousin, y/n.”

“Yeah, because you have Vanessa.” You remind him.

“Actually we—”

“—we should head back downstairs.” You try pushing past him but he catches your wrist.

“Tell me why it irritates you so much.”

“I just don’t like it, Jungkook.” You huff.

“Are you perhaps jealous?” Jungkook lowers your wrist, but he doesn’t let go.

“Why would I be jealous?” You yank your wrist from his hold and push past him, walking towards your bedroom door. “Come on.”

You basically told him you weren’t jealous but why did it have to happen that when teams were being chosen for this game night, Jungkook and Manny would get paired together.

The universe is laughing at you. Manny is…shameless. She has no problem flirting with someone else’s man…you’re no exception. You can tell Jungkook is slightly uncomfortable and not really enjoying the attention but still, somehow you are fuming. It’s not like he’s being exceptionally nice to her, he’s just not being standoffish enough to your liking.

“Oh, Jungkook!” Manny giggles for no reason, she leans into Jungkook’s space, just laughing away while sit you here and watch. He chuckles awkwardly, his hands messing with the playing cards in front of him. You hate this view. You thought any view with Jungkook would be a nice one, but you were wrong. Watching your cousin fawn over him like this is making you angry as fuck. As it should, right? Jungkook is your boyfriend! Well—not actually. But still! As far as Manny is concerned, Jungkook is your man, and she needs to back off.

“Manny, could you maybe give my boyfriend some space.” You snap, your voice cutting in through your family’s chatter. The room quiets down and all eyes are on you.

Manny looks all around the room, red creeping on her cheeks as she sits here, embarrassed. She opens her mouth to speak when you hold up a hand to stop her. Then you use that hand to gesture towards their bodies,

“He’s clearly uncomfortable that you are sitting so close, and frankly, I am too.”

“y/n…”

“And he’s too nice to say anything.” Your cold eyes look at her then they slide to Jungkook, “Which is something you need to work on babe.”

“I am not even sitting that close, jeez, you are as dramatic as ever.” Manny tries to roll her eyes, while subtlety scooting away. “And really? You try to call me out in front of everyone?”

“Oh? Should we talk in private then?”

“y/n.” this time the one saying your name is Jungkook. “Maybe we should go to sleep. Start new tomorrow, huh?” The tension between you and Manny too much for him to handle right now, especially in front of everyone.

“I think that’s a great idea.” It’s grandma. “It’s way past my bedtime too.”

“I think your aunt and uncle were just talking about how it’s almost time to leave too. Perfect timing!” Your mom chimes in, “Let’s all say goodnight.”

You don’t say anything to Jungkook as you peel back the baby pink duvet on your bed, you just stare down at your twin mattress with hard eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You continue to stay silent as you slip under the covers, scooting all the way towards the edge of the bed as far as you possibly can.

“y/n…” Jungkook pats in the last of his facial moisturizer into his skin, “I asked if you’re okay?” his back is facing you as he sits on the edge of the bed, placing his moisturizer back in his bag. “It was interesting,” (Hot.) “To see you all…protective,” (Jealous.) “Tonight.”

“I’m going to sleep.” You are laying on your back, staring up at the ceiling fan. “I don’t feel like talking tonight.”

Jungkook lays down next to you, his body so freaking close. He lays on his side, facing you. His right arm going under his head, trying his hardest to get comfortable in such close quarters.

“No talking, but maybe cuddling?” Jungkook whispers, and you of course hear it clear as day because he is so fucking close to you.

“Call me crazy but I don’t feel like cuddling with a guy who can’t even tell another girl to fuck off.” You shut your eyes. “Not in the mood.”

Jungkook blinks a few times, your words sinking in. You’re kind of right, he should of said something too but he didn’t know what to say. It’s your cousin! In front of your family! And he tried his hardest to lean away from Manny as much as possible.

“I’m sorry, y/n. You’re right. I should have said something.” His left hand reaches out to grab your hand that rests on top of your stomach.

“Yeah, you should have. But now I’m the asshole who called her out in front of everyone.”

Jungkook remembers it, and he darkly chuckles.

“Yeah, and it was hot.” He admits, making you open your eyes as you snap your head towards him.

“You think me being crazy jealous was hot?” you give him a look like he’s crazy.

“So you are jealous?” Jungkook smirks, “But I don’t see it that way. I see it as being protective over what’s yours.”

“So, you’re mine?” you turn to lean on your side, your body bumping into his. “At least until the end of this trip right?” you laugh, “I can’t believe you just don’t want to disappoint grandma.”

“At least until the end of this trip.” Jungkook leans his head closer to yours, “You finally brought home a boyfriend.” He grins as his forehead slightly bumps into yours.

What does Jungkook mean at least? And why does he always become closer and closer to you?

If you were to lift your head up at all, his lips would be dangerously close to yours.

“Jeez, how many fake boyfriends am I going to have this year?” you joke, keeping your head down, “I really got to find a real one by now.”

“I know the room is dark,” Jungkook begins, “But I still want to see your eyes when we talk.”

“Didn’t I say I didn’t want to talk?”

“y/n…” Jungkook whines, “You’re still mad at me?”

“Not really, it’s not your fault. I’m just still pissed at the situation.” You admit quite easily. “It’s honestly so disrespectful of her. You’re my boyfriend. You’re my man. You’re mine.”

Jungkook’s hand settles over your waist, he grabs on and brings you in closer to his body. He inhales you, taking in your scent. You smell so good to him, he could inhale you forever. Your words echo in his mind as he snuggles you closer. Your man? His heart races faster and faster as the echo gets louder.

“I’m yours, hm?” he runs his fingers down your side, starting from your shoulder until the top of your hip bone. “Does that make you mine?” He breathes out, “Are you mine baby?” his fingers dance over your hips, your shirt and shorts separating his fingers from touching your warm skin.

“You know what I mean.” You huff out, closing your eyes from his gentle touch.

“Do I though?” Jungkook’s hand lingers over your hips, until he is playing with the end of your shirt.

“Let me touch your skin.” He softly begs, “It’ll feel nice.”

Your eyes open in surprise, what skin? Where will he be touching?

“Innocent, I swear.” Jungkook adds, “Just want to make you feel nice.”

“Isn’t that weird?” you finally ask.

“I don’t think so.”

“Fine.” You close your eyes again, “Touch me.”

Jungkook bites his lips when you give him the green light, he wasn’t expecting you to agree so quickly. Because what if it is weird? He just wants to touch your skin, no harm done. Jungkook leans up on his arms and tugs at the bottom of your shirt,

“I am going to slide this up a bit, okay?” he asks and you nod your head but you hear him chuckle.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes.” You breathe out, your eyes still closed.

Jungkook takes the material between his fingers and begins to slowly, very slowly ride the shirt up. His eyes have finally adjusted to the dark, where he can see you just enough. The shirt slides up your body, exposing your skin inch by inch. He gulps.

He lifts the shirt up until your pretty blue bralette is showing itself, your breasts falling to the side giving you a good amount of cleavage. He gulps again.

When the shirt is all bunched up at your armpits, Jungkook lays back down on his side. The cold air that spins in circles thanks to the fan is causing your skin to get goosebumps, your stomach feeling extra sensitive.

“Touch me, Jungkook.” You softly command. “I want you to.”

Jungkook swallows hard at your straightforwardness. His hand slowly creeps up to your shoulder, his fingers brushing against the material of the t shirt before he’s lightly dragging his fingers down your side. His fingertips hit your exposed skin, he lightly glides them down, just barely touching you. When he reaches your hip bone he dances his fingers lower until they’re grazing your lower stomach. His touch is so light it’s got your breathing getting just a bit heavier. He repeats his action a few times, starting from your shoulder until his fingers glide across your bare stomach. He’s right, it does feel nice. Too nice, almost.

“How do my fingers feel?” He clears his throat, his voice nice and low. Your eyes shoot open at his question. This is all innocent, but why does that question feel so dirty?

“They feel so good.” You breathe out, “So good.”

Jungkook smiles and continues sliding his fingers over your lower stomach, causing you to release a long, shaky breath. His touch is so fucking good, his touch leaving a trail of fire. As his fingers lightly skid across your stomach he leaves behind such heat. His fingers finally glide up, they barely reach right under your breasts. Your breath catches in your throat, his fingers so dangerously close to your tits and you want to smash your head on something. God, what it would feel like to have them being touched by his large hand.

Jungkook uses just his pointer finger to drag his finger down from the center of your lower chest until he’s passing your belly button, until he’s reaching your lower stomach again, his finger stopping at the drawstrings on your shorts.

You can’t help but release a long, quiet moan as his finger does that over and over. You clench your stomach muscles with each stroke of his fingers. Why does Jungkook have to make you feel so fucking good?

Jungkook feels himself getting hard against your thigh, but he doesn’t care to hide it. Touching your warm, soft skin feels so intimate and that moan you released? His cock needs to hear more. He grabs a hold of your hip, the material of the shorts in the way of your skin.

“Can I lower these a little?” he pants out. “Just a little.”

“Yes.” You feel your breaths getting heavier.

Jungkook slips his fingers under the shorts and slowly drags down the material over your hip, your panties sliding down as well. Jungkook grunts in approval, he thumbs your hip bone causing you to quietly whimper.

“You really like your hips and stomach to be touched.” He states.

“S-Sensitive.” You admit.

Jungkook massages the skin of your hip, very, very lightly. Almost like he isn’t touching you at all, like he’s just trying to tease you. And it’s working. You feel your breaths become more erratic. You keep your eyes closed as the light feeling of his fingertips begin to make you wet. You can’t help but slightly rotate your hips in circles as he touches you, and you can’t help but moan when he puts more pressure into his massage on your hip.

“You like that?” Jungkook breathes out, “Feel good?”

Your hips move faster underneath his electric touch, you start to become desperate, needing more. You finally open your eyes, Jungkook notices how dark and captivating they look. You reach forward until your own hand is at his shirt.

“Off.”

Jungkook looks at you, very confused. But he doesn’t waste another moment when he sits up and throws his shirt off.

“Good.” Your hands go to grope his chest. His strong muscles flex beneath your touch. You drag your hands down his chest until they stop at the waistband of his sweats, he throws his head back as you explore the front of his body.

“Want to touch you too.” You admit between harsh breaths.

Jungkook’s hand goes to the shirt bunched around your shoulders and tugs on it,

“Off too.” He guides you to sit up and he helps you take off your shirt. Your strappy bralette leaves almost nothing to the imagination, Jungkook thinks. The material is so very thin that he sees your hard nipples and he wants to brush his thumb over them. But he refrains.

“Much better.” Jungkook says in one breath. “Now lay down.”

You do as he says, this time you lay on your back instead of your side. You try breathing in and out normally but can’t help how irregular your breaths are.

“Jungkook.” You whine, “Touch me.”

“So needy.” Jungkook’s hand hovers over the top of your stomach, “My baby is so needy.” He whispers.

You reach up and caress Jungkook’s cheek, “I am.” You admit. Jungkook throws his head back, biting on his lip as he grins.

“Good girl.” His fingers lightly dance below your belly button and you whine. He glides his fingers lower and lower until they’re at your waistband.

“Going to pull these down…just a little.” His voice cracks as he stares down at you.

You nod your head and tell him yes over and over.

He drags the shorts just a bit lower, right before your pussy is exposed. His fingers lightly touch your new exposed skin, and you moan. The feeling getting you so worked up.

“I want to do the same to you.” You try say between your rough breathing. “Let me touch you, Jungkook.” Your hands go to his stomach, your touch anything but light as you drag your hands down with pressure. You reach the top of his waist band and begin pulling down until he’s catching your wrist.

��And what do you think you are doing?” Jungkook’s low, deep voice sends a shiver down your god damn spine.

“Innocent, I promise.” You mock, “Want to touch you too.”

“I think we have had enough,” he teases lightly, bringing his hand back to his own body. “Let’s go to sleep.”

“Fine, cuddle me.” You say, annoyed. You turn to your other side, where your back is facing him.

“Fine by me. But…” He sinks down further into the covers to spoon you, one arm going beneath your head and the other pulling you in by the hips, “Remember what happens when we get in this position.” You feel his hard cock poke your ass and you moan out quietly.

“What happens?” you play dumb.

“4 years ago, you asked me to cuddle you like this because you wanted to get fucked.” he says easily and you choke on your spit. He’s referencing that night?

Jungkook is so lost in you, he doesn’t care anymore. He will bring up that night a million times if he has to. He loves you. And he’s starting to get real tired of the constant tension between you two. He pushes his hips into your ass, you feel how hard he is and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“I also said this position makes me feel safe.” You play innocent as you bump your ass into his crotch.

“I make you feel safe?”

“You make me feel a lot of things.” You whimper, backing your ass further into his cock, it’s so hard and poking against you in such a way that drives you nuts.

Jungkook groans as he feels you circling your hips into his crotch. His hand goes to your hip and he squeezes tightly making you moan out.

“You got to be more quiet baby.” Jungkook warns softly, “We don’t want your parents or your grandmother thinking we are really having that ‘slumber party’.” He jokes.

“Then what are we having?”

“Just some innocent massages between friends.” He comments with a snicker.

“Oh? Is my ass massaging your dick so innocent?” you whine out, “I don’t really do this sort of thing with my other friends.” You keep your eyes screwed shut.

“It’s very innocent.” Jungkook teases, he begins lightly humping you. He pushes his cock further and further on your ass cheeks, he moans when you two find a rhythm. He remembers when he fucked you in this position, he remembers it well. How you sounded, how you smelled, how you felt. He memorized the feeling of you.

“Fuck, y/n…” Jungkook quietly groans out. He rocks his hips into you faster, and you hate everything. You want to touch yourself so bad. You want to slide your fingers down your shorts and rub your aching clit, you would like it even more if it was Jungkook’s fingers.

“Not fair…” you say in pout, arching your back.

“What’s not?” he pants.

“I want to feel good too…” you say, flipping to your other side, facing him. You scoot impossibly close until his cock is pressed against your lower stomach.

“Innocently, of course.” You throw a leg over his waist as your hands go to his chest to guide him to lay on his back. “Gonna make us both feel good.” Your eyes are glazed over in lust as you speak.

You straddle his hips and find the right placement in sitting down…his cock nice and snug between your clothed folds. You begin moving your hips until you have the right angle on your clit and you moan.

“Is this okay?” you breathe out and Jungkook nods his head quickly.

You begin rocking yourself against his clothed cock, he quietly whimpers at the feeling. Jungkook screws his eyes shut as his mouth falls open and wonderful panting leaves his lips. You watch him lose his composure as you hump him, you pick up the pace, becoming more and more desperate. Your clit is thanking you. ‘Thank you bitch’ it says.

“I—I can’t” Jungkook moans out, “I—I can’t do this.”

You immediately slow down, rejection sinking in. “What do you mean? You don’t want to do—”

“—I don’t want to do this with clothes on.” Jungkook groans, his fingers digging into your hips. “I need you naked. Fucking now.” He grits out.

You finally still as you process his words. Are you two about to fuck? Is this really a good idea? Again? But you are so far gone…you are so beyond horny that you are able to push your logical thinking to the side.

“Okay.” You look at him with lust filled eyes, “Take off my clothes.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen but he’s nodding his head so fucking fast it’s almost comical. He rushes to unclasp your bralette, your breasts bouncing as they are freed. He sits up, and you are graced with the sight of Jungkook’s mouth sucking on your tit. You arch your back, pushing your breast further into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the hardened nub. You throw your head back in pleasure, his hand giving your other breast all the attention it needs.

“Shorts, Jungkook.” You beg. “Take them off me.”

Jungkook detaches his self from your breast and looks up into your eyes and smirks,

“Say please, princess.”

“Fucking please, please.”

Jungkook’s hands quickly find their way to your shorts and your rise to your knees to help him slip them off your legs. Your panties go down with the shorts and Jungkook couldn’t be more pleased.

“Oh my god baby.” Jungkook stares at you with dark eyes, “Your wetness is literally dripping down your inner thighs. You are so fucking wet.” He comments and you smile shyly.

“You…” you begin to say.

“What about me?” he teases, his fingers grazing your inner thigh, he wipes some of your cum off your sensitive skin.

“You did this to me.”

“Yes I did baby. And I will take full responsibility.” He guides your body up his own, you follow his lead.

“Ride my face.” He commands as he lays back down, his hand in yours still guiding you when you stop abruptly.

“W—What?”

“Ride my face baby.” He tugs on your hand and you hesitantly make your way closer to him. You stop when you are hovering over his chest, knees on either side of his neck when you start to get shy.

“I’ve never…”

“Keep going,” his hands go to your hips and he’s guiding you further up until your pussy is hovering over his warm mouth.

“Now sit.”

“Jungkook—”

“I said, sit.”

And you do, you lower yourself over his mouth…you slam your eyes shut, feeling nervous. But then you are met with his wet, warm tongue. You stay still as he begins licking at you, his tongue licking a strip from your hole to your clit. You start to relax as the sensation fills you up, his tongue swirling around causing you to release a long, breathy moan. You can’t help but start to rock your hips back and forth…the feeling even more spectacular. You try to keep quiet, you really do. But Jungkook’s tongue is quite literally fucking you.

“Ah, Jungkook.” You throw your head back, your eyes rolling all around as you ride his face faster. You feel Jungkook moan into your pussy, making you whimper even more.

You don’t know how much time has passed but it does not matter. Jungkook shows no sign of stopping anytime soon, his tongue working to make you feel so fucking good. You ride his face even harder now, your thighs shaking as you squeeze around his head.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You pant out, “I think I’m going to—”

You rock your hips as fast as you can as you feel your orgasm approaching, Jungkook’s hands squeeze your ass cheeks. He encourages you to rock against him even harder as he guides your hips. His tongue is laid flat against your clit as you ride him faster, you can feel how close you are. You thighs shake and you feel your pussy clench around nothing as your orgasm hits you. It hits you so fucking hard, like a strong wind that’s knocked you over.

“Fuuuuuucckkk.” You squeeze your thighs together, probably crushing Jungkook’s head as you come. You breathe so fucking hard as you try to hurry to come down from your amazing orgasm, you struggle to rise to your knees, so Jungkook helps lift you a bit until you are rising from his mouth.

You inch backwards until you are hovering over his chest, when he makes you sit down. You open your eyes, and take a look at the man before you.

His entire face is glistening with your cum and he looks so fucking happy about it. He’s trying to catch his own breath as he eyes you, his entire face wet with your cum. He is fucking grinning at you.

“You did so amazing baby.” He breathes out.

“That was incredible.” You admit. “Want to…” you start off hesitantly, “Want to fuck my mouth?”

Jungkook slams his eyes shut, and takes a few deep breaths before he slowly opens his eyes again.

“No…We should get cleaned up and go to sleep. Don’t you think?” he asks softly.

“Go…to sleep?” you ask, disappointed. “Sure.” You say kind of detached. “If that’s what you want.”

~~~~~~

Shame. Guilt. Regret.

It’s the next morning and you are trying your hardest to sleep away from Jungkook. But the bed is so small making it almost impossible. You didn’t sleep at all. Which feels unfair because Jungkook is next to you snoring away with a lazy arm thrown over your waist.

Shame. Guilt. Regret.

Jungkook has a girlfriend but you and him…oh my god you made Jungkook a cheater. You are the fucking worst. You let lust win in this dangerous game you two are playing, you let it win and shove it’s victory in your face. You hate yourself. You feel so fucking bad! Vanessa may not be your favorite person but cheating is never okay.

Shame. Guilt. Regret.

You wonder if Jungkook will feel these things too as he wakes up…you wonder if he will feel worse. Jungkook is a lot of things but a cheater isn’t one of them. He’s always felt strongly about the subject because of his mom and dad. Will he be weird with you? Will he feel worse than you? Will he be able to forgive himself?

Suddenly, Jungkook’s light snores go quiet and his arm is tightening around your waist just the slightest. He’s awake. He begins pulling you in closer to his body and then you feel his lips on your neck. He leaves just an innocent peck and then you think he may be going back to sleep with how comfortable he’s getting.

“Let’s get up.” You break the silence in the room, “I can hear people downstairs.”

“Oh, good morning.” You feel him smile on your neck, “Why don’t we stay here for just a few minutes?”

Has he not processed what he’s done? Where is his shame? His guilt? His regret? You feel sick.

“We really should get up.” You repeat. “I’m hungry.” You detach yourself from his body and rise from the bed. You don’t even look at him as you grab a change of clothes and exit the room to head towards the bathroom.

Jungkook is left on the bed wondering what’s up with you? Are you feeling awkward after last night? He thought you might be in a good mood…considering your orgasm…but instead your mood seems to be sour.

“Great.” Jungkook mutters underneath his breath. He gets up too, going to his bag to change for the day. When he’s done, he grabs his toiletries and makes his way to the bathroom. He stands outside the door, softly knocking. You swing the door open with your toothbrush hanging out of your mouth when you usher him inside.

“I’m going to wash up too…” Jungkook warns. He sets his small toiletry bag on the bathroom counter and takes out his face wash, moisturizer and tooth brush.

You nod your head as you continue to brush your teeth, toothpaste foaming at the corner of your mouth.

“How do you feel this morning?” Jungkook tries to make decent conversation as he applies his face wash to his face.

You spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth, wiping your face dry with a towel.

“Fine.” You spit out. “Just fine.”

Jungkook washes his face with water, and pats his face dry with a small towel, just nodding his head. He feels awkward.

“I feel fine too…” He adds, trying to add more to the convo. “Do you think grandma heard us last night?” he asks.

“Let’s not talk about last night.” You snap, “Can’t you read a room?”

You grab your things and leave the bathroom, leaving Jungkook wondering what the hell he did to make you so mad. Did you hate it that much? Maybe in the past he would have thought that but now…he knows how much you liked it. Loved it even. Jungkook doesn’t feel as insecure as before, he just knows the only way to solve this is to talk to you. Communication.

Communication would be a lot easier if he was given a god damn chance at talking to you but your mom is keeping you so busy in the kitchen with your gossipy aunt’s chitter chatter filling every crevice of the room. You nod along, even laugh as you listen. Jungkook is in the backyard with the three kids, keeping them entertained as you, Manny, Larissa, your aunt and mom bake in the kitchen with grandma sipping her tea at the table. Your dad, uncle and Daniel are in the living room watching some show, clanking their beer bottles together in celebration. Today is Christmas eve. Apparently this is when your family does most of the major celebrating, you guys bake and cook all day, eat a grand dinner and open presents. And Christmas day you just eat leftovers and chill.

The youngest kid has grown quite fond of Jungkook, she tends to feel left out by her two older brothers. Jungkook plays with her and she has already formed an attachment making your cousin in law laugh at them fondly.

“Your boyfriend is great with kids! Lucky you.” Larissa winks at you as she rolls the cookie dough on the counter.

“Yeah, yeah.” You say plainly.

“y/n…what’s wrong?” Manny comes up to your side, “Trouble in paradise?”

“No, Manny.” You snap. “But I bet you would like that.”

“Girls, let’s not fight.” Your aunt cuts in while your mom just looks at you worried.

“I would hardly call it a fight.” You hear your grandmas sweet voice over everyone else’s. “Now how are those drop cookies coming along girls?”

“They’re coming.” You say. “If Manny ever finishes with the dry ingredients.”

“I told you I was almost done, chill out.”

“Girls.” Your mom warns, “y/n, why don’t you go keep Jungkook company?”

Your eyes go from your moms to outside where Jungkook is and you panic.

“No, it’s okay…he’s fine.”

“You know what?” Your grandma speaks up, “I think I will if you won’t.” She sweetly chuckles. She stands from her place at the table, grabs her tea cup and makes her way to the outside table instead, closing the backyard door behind her.

“Hi dear.” Your grandma nods towards Jungkook as he plays pirates with the boys. He is laughing and pretending to have a hook hand, while the boys giggle and run around. The youngest claims she is the lost princess and that Jungkook has to save her. Grandma watches with joy, loving how well he gets along with the children.

“Hi.” Jungkook says out of breath from playing. He tells the kids to keep playing and that he will return shortly, they beg and whined that he stay but he says if they keep playing he will steal them some of the first cookies. The kids nod their head aggressively in agreement.

“How are you this afternoon?” he takes a seat across from her.

“Why is my granddaughter mad at you?” She smiles at Jungkook and his face drains of all color.

“Um…what do you mean?”

“Anyone with eyes knows you two have been strange all morning and afternoon.” Your grandma brings her tea to her mouth, “Maybe Manny was right, there is trouble in paradise.” She smiles again, “The key is to talk to her. Find out what’s going on.”

Jungkook groans, throwing his head into his hands. He lifts his head up again to speak but decides to just groan again in frustration.

“She won’t give me a chance to speak to her.” He admits. “She’s avoiding me.”

“Make the chance happen.” Grandma advices, “You’re a good kid, Jungkook. Even though you decided to lie to poor old me.”

“Lie?”

“You think I really couldn’t tell that you’re not really dating my granddaughter? I’ve been around too long to get fooled by something like that. But I see your feelings are real. So are hers. So why aren’t you two together?”

Jungkook sits here, absolutely stunned silent. He doesn’t know how to respond! Grandma begins sipping on her tea again when she lowers it to speak.

“Go talk to her honey. I want to see my grandbaby happy.”

“I guess we don’t have to pretend anymore.” Jungkook finally speaks.

“No, no. Keep going, it is quite entertaining, dear.” Your grandma chuckles, “Plus, it keeps Manny on her toes. Best if she thinks you are taken. Once she finds out that you are single…I fear for your life, boy.” Your grandma laughs out loud, making Jungkook join her.

“Fair enough.” He says, “But how do I…how do I get her to talk to me?”

“I’m sure you know her better than I do.” Grandma points out, “You’ll figure out what works best for her.”

And your grandma is right, he does know you best. But what will work? When you have avoided things in the past he has usually been the one to force answers out of you. Now is no different.

All the baking for the day is complete, you sit down at the table in the kitchen and let your head fall to the table top. You moan out in satisfaction that you all are finally done…how unfair that the guys got to just chill all day? Your mom has been cooking with your aunt for Christmas dinner while you and your cousins worked on pies and cookies. And they sat and drank beer. Typical.

“Hey.” You feel Jungkook’s warm breath hit your ear and you look up at him, his face so close to yours as he is leaned down to speak to you.

“Can we talk?”

“Nothing to talk about.” You lay your head back down on the table until you feel your arm being pulled upwards, causing you to stand to your feet.

“Don’t be a brat. Let’s go.” Jungkook pulls you up, and starts pulling you in the direction of the staircase.

“Let go of me.” She say weakly, “I can walk myself.”

Jungkook let’s go of your arm and instead reaches for your hand, he interlocks his fingers with yours and you roll your eyes.

“I said, I can walk myself.”

Jungkook only shakes his head in response, guiding you up the stairs until you two reach the bedroom, you both walk inside as Jungkook closes the door behind you two.

“Now talk.” He softly commands.

“Nothing to talk about?”

“y/n…” he warns and you feel your eyes start to sting.

“We fucked up, Jungkook.” You blink back the stinging in your eyes, shame, guilt, and regret joining you.

“How so?”

“What do you mean ‘How so?’” you ask incredulously. “Do you not remember the events of last night? You have a girlfriend!” you throw your hands in the air, “You are a cheater! I’m the one you cheated with…oh my god…”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your words and he starts shaking his head. He tries walking closer to you but you only step back until your back meets the wall.

“We fucked up.” You cry out. “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Jungkook asks softly. You are starting to wonder why this dude is not panicking.

“I made you a cheater.” You cry. Jungkook walks closer to you again until he’s wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You didn’t.” he whispers. “Vanessa and I…we aren’t together right now.”

You sniffle into his shoulder as you process his words…not together right now? What does that even mean?

“She broke up with me.” He begins to explain, “Said she wants to break up until New Year’s but I don’t think we will be getting back together.”

“Why not?” you whisper.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Oh.” You untangle yourself from Jungkook’s arms, “But you aren’t a cheater?”

“No.”

You sigh out in relief, a huge, long, heavy sigh. Thank God. You feel shame, guilt, and regret leave your body making you feel ten times lighter.

“So I have nothing to feel bad for?”

“Absolutely nothing.” Jungkook smiles at you, “Now can we go enjoy Christmas? I cannot wait to give you your present.”

You pull on your hair, feeling nervous suddenly. Is he just going to brush past this too? Are you two not going to bring up last night in more detail? Figure out what it means for you two? Are you two just friends who occasionally hook up? That’s not what you want. What do you want? “Sure.”

~~~~~

“Dinner was delicious, honey.” Your dad says reaching over to cup your moms cheek. “I think I ate way too much this year.”

“Oh sweetheart, you say that every year.” Your mom laughs, “What about everyone else? Eat enough?”

Everyone around the table groans in happiness, nodding their heads yes and complimenting the dinner.

“Well, I suppose we should get on to the presents portion of the evening?” Your mom stands from her chair, “Let’s all go into the living room around the tree.”

Everyone makes their way into the living room, you and Jungkook being the last two to make it inside. You two stand here awkwardly, not entirely too sure where to sit since it is a bit crowded. Your grandma points at you two with a cheeky smile.

“Mistletoe.” She yells out. “Mistletoe!”

You point at yourself in question and then at Jungkook. What mistletoe? Then you see Jungkook looking up and his face turning completely red. Oh.

“We really don’t—”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” you hear your various family members chanting. Your parents grinning like fools as they chant as well. Your grandma winks at Jungkook and Jungkook goes even redder.

“We don’t have to Jungkook” you whisper. Jungkook clears his throat repeatedly until his face begins going back to his normal color.

“No, it’s tradition right?”

“I mean, I guess.” You shrug, you begin to turn red yourself.

“C’mere.” He reaches for your hand and pulls you in to his chest, then his other hand goes to cup your jaw. “Just one kiss.” He whispers.

You feel all his body heat enter your body, his touch making you so fucking warm. You nod your head pathetically as you tilt your head up. Jungkook smiles down at you and leans in just a bit, his forehead pressing against yours. Your eyes go to his lips, they are pink and his bottom lip is plump. Jungkook leans lower until his mouth is hovering over yours and he very innocently pecks your lips. You wish his kiss had lingered longer but it is short but sweet. He leans away from you, his forehead still pushed up against your own when you surge forward and kiss him again.

You hear the hollering of your cousin Daniel and his wife Larissa, Manny probably pouting. Your aunt and uncle are giggling and your parents laughing but telling you to behave. Your grandma snickers to herself and starts softly clapping her hands together.

“I thought I said just one?” Jungkook teases, his hand lowering to his side but his other hand keeps holding yours.

“I couldn’t help myself.” You admit confidently “Now let’s do presents!” you turn to face everyone else.

“Agreed!” your mom yells out excitedly. “First, we have Manny from Daniel…”

The night continues, everyone exchanging presents. Your parents loved their gifts, your mom thought the necklace was very thoughtful and your dad says he would love to take you to the game with him. You give Jungkook your gift, he yelps in excitement when he unwraps his gift when he sees the boots.

“Thanks baby, I know I haven’t shut up about these shoes for months!” he leans in to hug you. “Now it’s my turn.” He grins.

He searches the tree for the last gift of the night: Jungkook to you. He grabs the box and hands it to you, a shy smile making its way on his lips.

“Here, for you.” He sits back and waits for you to unwrap it. Your parents and the rest of your relatives wait as well.

“Okay, here I go.” You begin unwrapping the box, throwing the gift paper to the side on the floor and are met with a brown box. You raise a brow at Jungkook and he just smiles widely.

“Go on,” he says, “Open it.”

So you do. You carefully open the box and pull out a wooden box—a music box. The top of the music box is glass with a photo of you and Jungkook, your heart absolutely melts into two.

“Open it, open it.” He urges excitedly.

“Okay…”

You lift the top of the music box, revealing its insides. Your absolute favorite song in the world starts playing and you feel the waterworks coming. This song means everything to you. He knows it is your favorite.

“Read what it says…” he mentions shyly. “There’s a message.”

I will always believe in you. I will always support you. And I will always love you.

You read the message to yourself a few times over and you start sniffling, a few tears leaving your eyes. You look up to make eye contact with Jungkook and he smiles. You close the box and slip it back inside the box and set it to the side, you crawl towards Jungkook and hug him. Your arms wrap around his neck and you throw your head into his shoulder, and you start mumbling your thanks.

“Of course baby.” He whispers into your hair, “I mean it.”

“I know you do…” you murmur. “I know.” You sniffle harder. “And I love you more.”

You, yourself aren’t entirely sure how you meant the words ‘I love you’ in this moment. You are so overwhelmed and overjoyed that you aren’t sure if you said it platonically or romantically. All you know is that you meant it.

“That’s impossible.” Jungkook chuckles. You slowly leave his arms, feeling embarrassed now that you’re crying in front of everyone.

“What did it say?” Manny asks, “You didn’t even share!”

“Let’s leave it between the love birds.” Your grandma says.

“Love birds indeed.” Your mom grins, “Well, Santa comes nice and early tomorrow!” she says to the kids.

“Are you sure about leaving them here tonight?” Daniel asks, “Santa can come to the hotel too.”

“Don’t be silly,” your mom says, “I will put them to bed on the sofas. It will be fine.”

“Okay, we will see you all bright and early tomorrow morning then.” Larissa begins packing up their things.

“Heading out already?” Your dad asks, “Well, take some food with you.”

You and Jungkook stay seated on the floor, as the rest begin cleaning up. Your mom picks up all the gift wrapping paper off the floor while your dad puts away gifts and you and Jungkook sit side by side.

“Did you like your gift?” Jungkook inches closer to you.

“I love it, Jungkook.” You lean into his shoulder, resting your head on him. “It makes me so happy.”

“What about me…do I make you happy?”

“So happy.” You admit. “I hope I can make you this happy too.”

“You do.” Jungkook leans his head on top of yours. “Like, you have no idea.” He reaches for your hand and tangles his fingers with yours.

“Do you two want to head to bed? We got the cleaning covered.” Your mom offers. You yawn in response, showing her that you could use some sleep.

“Yeah, okay.” You accept gratefully, you stand up taking Jungkook with you. You two say your goodnight’s and head towards the stairs up to your bedroom.

“Goodnight you two.” Your grandma sings, sending a wink to Jungkook and he goes red again.

“Why does she keep winking at you?” You wonder out loud.

“No idea…” Jungkook is quick to respond. “Weird…”

When you and Jungkook get to your room, you both rush to get changed and wash up in the bathroom. He finishes before you, settling into the bed. You come in next, wearing your sleep shorts and a tank top. You turn the lights off and make your way to your bed, you slip inside and groan in satisfaction…ah, sleep time.

“Hey y/n…”

“Hm?” you sleepily roll over to your side to face Jungkook, “What’s up?”

“I just want to say…” he pauses and bites his lip. “Thanks. I just want to say thanks.”

“For what babe?”

“For bringing me for Christmas…this is the first time I have felt so at home in years.” He admits, “You have no idea what this means to me.”

“I’m glad you’re happy Jungkook.”

“More than happy.” He corrects. “You have no idea what you mean to me.”

“Then tell me.”

“Can I show you instead?” Jungkook leans closer to you, tilting his head at the right angle. “Can I kiss you?”

You can’t help but swallow hard, Jungkook wants to kiss you? To show you what you mean to him? That’s romantic right? You aren’t totally reading this wrong?

“Why?” you ask, gulping down your spit.

“Because.” He breathes out softly, “Please.”

You can smell the toothpaste on his breath, you can smell his laundry detergent on his clothes, you can smell the shampoo in his hair. You inhale him and hold your breath.

“If I say no?” you blink up at him and he smiles softly.

“Then I will respect that.” He answers honestly.

With your eyes still adjusting to the darkness it is hard to see his eyes but you just know they are soft and inviting.

“Jungkook…” You scoot closer to him, moving your head to be at level with his face. “Baby…” you whimper out as you lean in closer to his face.

“Is that a yes?” He asks, his breath hitting your lips. “Because—”

Your lips find his in a slow, tender kiss. You peck his lips over and over and you can feel his lips shaping into a smile. You pull away after a few seconds, feeling breathless after the short kiss.

“Goodnight Jungkook.” You scoot down until your head hits his chest and you snuggle into it.

“Goodnight baby.” Jungkook smiles, laying on his back as he stares up at the dark ceiling. How will he find sleep tonight? His heart is racing in his chest. Are you finally starting to understand his feelings? He knows he hasn’t talked about them yet…but he will. Yes, he definitely will.

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Sins of The Father - Chapter 28

Summary: Boba & Fennec learn some unsettling news; Amara informs Din about the village

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Oh things are going to be getting interesting. Season Finale is coming up soon. Still debating between 30 and 31 chapters, but it might end up being 31. Simply thinking of presenting from two sides, the Amara side and then the Din side. Still working it out.  Thank you all so much for loving this story. You guys are amazing.

Love oo.

Bold - comms

Warning: Anger, talks about undercover work, fluff, angst, feelings of betrayal, feelings of guilt, hurt feelings, comfort, tears, I think that’s it, if I miss any let me know. 

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THE EXPLANATION

Boba sat in his office, his anger fuming under his armour, Fennec was beside him, her anger just as unbridled, the only restraining feature was their clenched hands resting near their blasters. 

“Are you certain about this?” Boba’s voice filled his office.

“Yes, Great Boba” Crasea answered, swallowing the nervousness, due to his connections he had asked questions about his ex-boss, giving the impression he was trying to work from the inside of Boba’s organization to bring it down. The information he found, simply made the meeting he had with Boba tenuous. 

“The Pyke’s released him” Boba clarified

“Yes, but not Marg Krim, another man within the Pyke’s he’s hoping if his forthright thinking pays off, they’ll give him the title of Daimyo here on Tatooine.”

“They want another war” Fennec let out, remembering the charred remains of Madame Garsa’s casino, the dead that were carried out from the smoking ruins. 

“I think it’s more strategic, they know they’d lose an all out war with you, everyone in Mos Eisley and Mos Espa would be quick to fight for you, Great Boba, even Freetown would join in. However, if you were to start a fight with them …”

“No one would come to my aid” Boba finished, watching as Crasea nodded his head. 

“Do we know where this man is?”

“He’s gone underground, deep. I’ve heard whispers of him trying to rebuild a crew, but it seems it’s slow going. Without any resources, there’s not a lot of people willing to lay their life down with no prospect of credits.”

“Well that should buy us some time” Fennec offered. 

“Question is if it’s strategic, who’s he striking?”

“Could be anyone” Crasea stated, “apparently he’s keeping his plans close to his chest, he doesn’t want anyone to know unless you have vowed to join him.”

Boba nodded, “There’s one option” he said as he glanced up to Fennec. 

She knew what he was thinking, “Face too recognizable”  

“Not you”

“Possibly”

“Incorruptible?”

“Time will tell”

“Risky?”

“Breathing is risky”

Boba chuckled, “True.”

Crasea was lost in this form of communication, there was a lot being said without a lot of words. He watched as both of his superiors turned to look at him, Boba leaning closer, his elbows resting on the desk in front of him, “Crasea, I have a job for you, it’ll be dangerous, you won’t be able to communicate with us often, only once ever couple of days. It would mean, you would be unable to trust anyone.”

“You want me to go undercover with Billie”

“Kid catches on quick” Fennec teased.

“You willing?”

“For you Great Boba, of course”

“Good. I want you to go back to him, we’ll give you a very convincing cover story,” Boba chuckled, “we’ll set you up with a secure comm link, we’ll have an extraction ready to go if you feel you are in imminent danger.”

“As my Lord Boba wishes, I am willing to fulfill” Crasea vowed vehemently, “What would you have me do?”

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Amara sat in the cockpit, looking at the hyperspace lane in front of her, Din had gone to bed a while ago, she was sitting there with her tea, just admiring the blue light. When they had left Sorgan, he seemed happier, lighter, he told her the conversation with Omera went well. He even made her dinner, served it to her, and sat with her having a very enjoyable conversation about planets they each had visited, some of the best places to find parts for ships, some of the most beautiful scenery they each had seen. Somehow the conversation turned at one point to the idea of finding a place to live out quietly forever. 

She wasn’t sure what he was trying to get at, but he said he could see himself in a place like Paspr, living out his days, enjoying peace with his own children, whether foundlings or natural children. Before she knew what she was saying, she agreed with him, ideally it would be nice to live like that, but truth was she would’ve been bored out of her mind, she needed something else, something to keep her active. Din chuckled stating he wouldn’t mind a rest from all the running around he’d been doing and would gladly look after his kids if his riduur wanted to keep hunting; he would understand and respect it. The conversation died at that point, Amara standing to wash the dishes, ushering him to the cockpit to eat his own meal. After that they both fell into a comfortable silence, until he said he was going to rest for a little bit. 

Amara played the conversation over again, was he trying to tell her something? Trying to gauge what she was feeling for him? Maybe he was just talking in general terms, just because they said they cared about each other, and were protective of each other didn’t necessarily mean it was going to work out. Especially, since they agreed to head to the village once they got back to Tatooine. An uneasiness fell into the pit of her stomach as the hyperspace lane shut down, and Tatooine was there in all it’s dusty glory. She should’ve moved her hands to begin the landing coordinates, but she couldn’t move her hands. She couldn’t bring him to the covert without Din knowing exactly what he was walking into. She realized Din didn’t know the truth about the village, when he asked if there were any Mandalorians at the village, she was surprised he hadn’t clued into what she was saying before at Paspr about Ca’tra’s covert. 

Maybe she had been too subtle with what she was trying to tell him. 

Maybe she was scared about telling him the truth outright.

Maybe she was just trying to find ways to keep a distance between them.

She was pulled from her musings when she heard her ship being hailed.

‘Sintas, Gunnership Model X429-432, come in’

‘Sintas, here’

‘Hey Amara, everything okay?’

Amara smiled at the voice, it was Moden, the New Republic Lieutenant who often travelled around the area, and had made more than enough visits to her shop, ‘Hey Moden, yeah, all good. Am I parked illegally?’ She chuckled.

‘No. Just checking’ Amara glanced out the window, seeing the New Republic fighter off the port bow of her ship.

‘Moden, you don’t just check in for nothing, what’s up?’

‘You usually head straight in, just thought you might be in trouble’

‘Just taking in the view.’

‘Well if you want to really see something special, maybe I should take you up in my X-Wing. It’ll give you a view you didn’t expect.’ She heard Moden chuckle a little, this was usually how the conversation went with him, he’d asked her out so many times, she lost track, but it was always in jest. 

‘There’s not enough room for you and your ego in that X-Wing, doubt there’d be room for me.’

Moden’s chuckle turn into a full laugh, ‘Sweetheart, you hurt me. I’d always make sure there was room for you, plenty of space in between my legs.’ Silence permeated the air between the two ships, until Amara burst out laughing, her stomach twisting from how hard she was laughing, ‘Okay, I’ll admit it that wasn’t my smoothest line ever, but there’s no need for you to laugh that hard.’

‘Yes, yes there is. Oh Moden, take care of yourself buddy, I got to head out.’

‘You too Amara, may the force be with you’

‘And with you. See you Moden’

The comm went dead and she saw his X-Wing fly just in front of her ship as he waved off before he went back on patrol, she simply chuckled shaking her head, “How do you get hit on in space?”

Amara turned to Din who was leaning against the doorframe of the cockpit, she simply shrugged her shoulders as she laughed a little longer. He cautiously took the seat beside her, “Everything okay?” He asked as he saw her smile radiate. 

“Yeah. That’s just a friend, he likes to be irritating. How was your rest?”

“Good, did you rest at all?” Amara shook her head no, “Why not?”

She let out a breath, her hands working at inputting the coordinates they needed, setting the ship on auto pilot, “There’s been something plaguing my mind”

“Anything I can help with?”

“It’s about you” she couldn’t look at Din, not right now, she needed to gain her strength before she said what she needed. 

Din felt an uneasy feeling settle in his stomach, did he do something? Was it the conversation they had at dinner. Had he tried to push too hard, to try and gauge what she thought of his idea? “What about me?”

Once she finished fiddling with the dash, she sat back as the Sintas took over, flying them to the coordinates she knew only too well, she turned her seat to look at Din, he deserved to see her face when she started this conversation, “The village we’re going to see … the elders … you asked if some of them were Mandalorian”

“Yes”

“What if I told you they’re all Mandalorian”

“What do you mean?” Din’s attention was laser focused on this conversation. There were Mandalorians on Tatooine and she was just telling him about this now? Why now? Why hadn’t she told him? Why hadn’t Boba?

“It’s Ca’tra’s covert, that’s the village. The friend I mentioned helping, his village, it’s Ca’tra’s.”

“Wait …” Din took a minute to put the pieces together, “Are you saying the covert that Ca’tra and I grew up in …” his anger began to build, “the covert I thought I lost …” his hands clenched against his knee, “the covert I thought I had been responsible for being destroyed by the Empire, was here on Tatooine the whole time?”

“Well …”

“Amara!”

“Yes. It was here on Tatooine; when Ca’tra received the call the covert was in trouble, we hopped on to the ship and headed out to Nevarro as soon as we could, we took all the injured, all the foundlings and moved them to a safe location, it took time to find an appropriate location on Tatooine, some negotiating among the Tuskens and Jawas, even getting the appropriate materials needed, but eventually they got what was needed. It was during that tumultuous time, Ca’tra and I were on patrol when we were attacked and he lost his life.”

“All this time” Din’s tone was unnerving him, it was steely, yet dangerous, “you’ve been lying to me.”

“No. I just … didn’t tell you everything”

He answered dismissing her statement, “You knew. You knew how I’ve struggled with the idea I’d been the one responsible for losing the covert. You knew I was struggling knowing I felt I had no place left, you knew I was struggling every time I remembered the pile of buy’ce (helmets) lying on the floor of Nevarro, knowing they all laid their life down not just for me but for Grogu. You knew all that, and you never told me you knew where they were?”

Din stood from his seat, despite the warning to retake his seat blaring away on the console, he watched as Amara flicked a switch overriding the warning.

“I know you must hate me right now”

“Hate.” Din looked at her, “Hate, doesn’t even begin to explain what I feel for you at this moment. You lied to me. You let me wallow in grief, why? Did it make it easier for you to manipulate me? Make it easier for you, to get me to think I had feelings for you?”

Amara stood for her seat, “NOW WAIT JUST A MINUTE!” Her voiced ricocheted around the cockpit, “Did I hold back from telling you everything? Yes. Did I know that you and Ca’tra came from the same covert? No. Did you ever tell me where your covert was located? No. All you ever said was that your covert stepped in to save you on Nevarro. They could have come off planet, they could’ve come from another covert on Nevarro, how was I suppose to know! Thirdly, I wanted to tell you, but I was told not to!”

“Who told you not to?”

“What?”

“WHO TOLD YOU”

“THE ARMOURER!” Din took a step back, she was alive, The Armourer was alive, “She said I was to tell you and bring you to them in three months. Now maybe there was some slight ambiguity when it came to that statement, but I took it to mean to tell you in three months about the covert; and until we talked on Paspr I had no idea you knew Ca’tra, or his covert. As far as I was concerned this was his covert and I would protect them with my dying breath. They’re all I have left of the man I love.”

Din’s heart broke at her statement, she was still in love with Ca’tra, how could there possibly be room in there for him. “I see” His anger and hurt got the better of him, had he been thinking with a clear head, he probably wouldn’t have said what came out of his mouth, “I’m glad you value the love of the dead over the person who’s alive and standing in front of you.” Amara didn’t respond to his statement, so his mouth just continued, “Clearly, I’ve been making a fool of myself to think there had ever been anything here. Maybe when I am dead, you’ll learn to value the love I have for you too, but then it’ll be too late. In fact, it is too late. You broke my heart Amara, and the truth is I’ll never be anything more to you than a sad excuse of the man you used to love.”

Din glanced up to look at Amara, her cheeks were streaked with tears, her bottom lip was quivering, he closed his eyes hating himself for what he said, he didn’t mean it, his heart ached at his own thoughtless remarks, the ship settled as it landed. 

Amara didn’t look at him, simply walked past him out of the cockpit. She couldn’t believe what he said, but he had to see where she was coming from, right? She didn’t mean to hold off as long as she did, and now that she rethought the Armourer’s words it was more likely she wanted her to tell him sooner. She stood in the kitchenette, as the idea of Din thinking she put more effort into a man who has long since passed hit her in the chest. She couldn’t breathe, her chest tightened, the idea of losing Din felt like her feet were sinking into the sand traps of Tatooine. Wait … did he say he loved her? But then just as quickly he said it was too late, the first person she actually felt … how … She closed her eyes doing her best to regulate her breathing, completely unaware of the eyes that were full of concern and tears watching her from the cockpit entrance. 

Din hated what came out of his mouth, he hated that he attacked the love she had for Ca’tra. He was ripped away from her in the most gruesome way possible, he shouldn’t have thrown her love for him back in her face. He shouldn’t have said it was too late for them, he would wait for her as long as it took. So then why did he say it? Why did he unleash all of that? Images of Mayfield and Omera walking around the village arm in arm, the tenderness between them, engaged after six months, why couldn’t that be his life? Why was it always filled with so much turmoil? Was it his own doing? He watched as she wiped her tears yet again, he wanted to pull her into his arms, to comfort her. He needed to apologize. What he said was cruel and thoughtless. Regardless of what she did or said, it wasn’t right. 

“Ara” his voice was soft as he walked over, “I’m …” she refused to look at him, her arms wrapping around herself, “Listen, I …”

“We should go” she stated as she stood from her spot resting on the table, she turned to walk away from him, but he couldn’t let her, he grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him, gently and softly, he didn’t want to force her to move towards him.

“I’m sorry for saying what I said” she kept her head turned away, but he could hear the sniffles, the silent tears that were no doubt coursing down her cheeks, “I shouldn’t have said what I said.” He pulled her closer, he approached cautiously and gently, he could feel her body tense as he neared her, “If you had said that about Avand, I would be a crumpling mess right now, and hurled abuses and curses at you.” Both his hands rested on her upper arms, as he tilted his head at her, though she kept looking down, “I’m sorry for saying all of it.”

“Why did you say it? Do you really think I care more for Ca’tra’s love?”

“I … I was angry and hurt. To many times, I’ve been betrayed and manipulated … I just let my mouth speak without thinking. I’m sorry.” Din could feel her body’s tension ease out a little, she was still rigid, still keeping her arms wrapped around her middle.

“Is it really too late?” Amara’s voice was unrecognizable even to herself. 

“No” he hated how her voice sounded, it was unsure, afraid, “Can I hug you?” She didn’t respond, simply nodding her head yes. He pulled her in, his arms wrapping around her, holding her head against his chest, he rested his head against the crown of hers, her hands clenched on his waist, her warmth seeping through his flight suit. “I’m so sorry, Ara. I’m sorry for everything.”

“I know. I just …” her voice tightened as she felt his arms tighten on her. 

“Don’t forgive me, not just yet. I don’t deserve that; I am mad, but I also know you were put in a difficult position and it wasn’t fair of me to unleash all of it on you.” She simply nodded against his chest, she pulled back to look at him, his gloved hands, resting on her cheeks, he moved one to wipe the tears away gently with the back of his fingers, as his other hand wiped it away with his thumb. He rested his forehead against hers, “You should seriously think about getting away from me”

“Why?” Her voice was still soft, but it was gaining strength, as his hands slid down her back.

“I keep hurting you either unintentionally, or by my thoughtless remarks, or triggering a past trauma with my words.”

Amara took in a shuddering breath, “Are you leaving me?”

Din’s hands tightened on her, “Only if you want me to”

“I don’t want you too, but I keep hurting you”

“Not intentionally, Ara”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about the covert sooner, I should’ve. I should’ve told you a lot sooner, I should’ve …”

“Shhhh” Din pulled back looking at her, a smile graced his lips as he ignored the tears that streamed down both their faces, “Just be here with me in this moment” a smile graced her own lips as she heard her words coming from his lips. They stood in the kitchenette of the Sintas, resting their foreheads on each other, just taking in the breaths of each other, it was so grounding and calming for the both of them. 

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Amara was wearing her armour for the first time to the covert, it would be a change from her usual gear that she wore, “Are you okay?” She asked as she glanced over to the Mandalorian standing beside her, he let out a shaky breath as they stood on the ramp, he gave a quick nod, as they headed off towards the entrance, she closed the ramp. Setting the ground protocols in place. “I’m not sure how big the covert was before, but there’s still a few of the foundlings here” she offered filling the silence between them.

“How many of the adults?”

“Not a lot, but enough, there’s about 15 in total, give or take, at times they leave to go on a hunt or supply run, depending on what’s needed.”

“How did you find this place?”

“My dad. He knew the Tuskens in the area, we asked them if they knew of anyplace we could negotiate from them.”

“They accepted?”

“More or less, part of the condition of accepting was my willingness to come out to the Dune Seas and help them with any repair; but it worked out better for me, made a lot of Tusken friends out here.”

“There are eyes watching us”

“Yeah it’s the perimeter crew, the watch changes every five hours.”

Din watched as Amara entered a small crevice, if he hadn’t known that was an entrance he would’ve moved on from looking at it twice. It was a bit of a tight squeeze but he made it through easily enough. Din’s eyes widened at the structure, there were a few steps leading down a tunnel, but there was an interesting bioluminescent plant hanging from the ceilings that seemed to provide a natural light. His hand reached up touching the foliage, “Is this native to Tatooine?”

Amara looked at where Din’s hands were playing with the foliage, “No. Someone found it on a planet and brought it back. They made sure it wouldn’t negatively affect the planet, before letting it grow in the cave.”

“Smart”

“Well last thing anyone wants is to give Tatooine any more difficulties”

They continued walking down the corridor, sounds of children laughing, people moving, and talking grew as they walked further into the tunnel. Din’s eyes began to glisten with tears as he saw all the Mandalorians he had known for years enter his field of vision, they all stopped and turned to look at him. His breath hitched when one of the foundlings came over.

“Din Djarin?”

“Hello, Kocalwa” he placed his hand on the young foundling who threw his arms around the older Mandalorian.

Amara watched as Din kneeled hugging the foundling, she was thankful for her helmet it hid the tears. She walked away, as other Mandalorians and foundlings came and started placing a hand on the missing Mandalorian. She hated herself so much for keeping this from him, this was his family and she kept him from his family. 

“What’s going on?” Came a modulated voice beside Amara, she turned to see Rarsia.

“They’re welcoming back Din Djarin” She watched as Rarsia simply nodded, before turning to look at Amara.

“You should have come back sooner”

“Why?”

She shifted her hand to show the symbol painted on her pauldron, the symbol of the Vizsla Clan. Amara’s eyes widened, “Wait … are you … you and Paz?” She shifted her helmet to look at Rarsia’s visor, she simply nodded, before letting out a giggle, they wrapped their arms around each other, holding tightly to each other. 

Din was inundated with welcome back, good to see you alive, glad you’re not dead statements, it was a little overwhelming. For a long time he always considered himself an outsider, but to know he was missed, warmed his heart. He was grateful his helmet hid his tears, he looked around to see if he could see Paz or the Armourer; when he realized he couldn’t see Amara anywhere, he glanced around when another Mandalorian brother tapped his shoulder, “Don’t worry, you haven’t lost her, she’s talking to Rarsia. Tell me brother, does this mean, she’s off the market?”

He turned his head to look at Solad, “What do you mean?”

“Do you know how many of us here have been trying to court her? She wouldn’t even let us on her ship, and here you two are strolling off her ship, walking side by side, so I am asking is she off the market?”

“I do not speak for her”

“Your first mistake” Solad stated as he stepped away from Djarin, he felt a hand wrap around his upper arm, he turned to look back at his brother recently welcomed back, “Something to say?”

“Leave her alone” Din’s tone was clipped, he knew he shouldn’t he wasn’t anything to Ara, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t watch out for her, “She’s earned her Mando’ade status, treat her with the respect she deserves. She’s not some auretti (outsider).”

Solad let out a chuckle, “Either you have claim or you don’t, you don’t get to tell me how to treat her, unless you have claim. So do you have claim?” He tilted his head at the man beside him.

“No.”

“Then” he removed Djarin’s hand from his arm, “I will heed my own counsel, Djarin”

“Mand’alor Djarin!” 

Solad stilled at the call from the Armourer, she kneeled before Djarin, everyone falling suit.

Amara looked around the covert, there was not a single person standing, she kneeled before the man too, Din tilted his head at Ara, she shouldn’t have to kneel before him, none of them should. “Brothers, sisters, please aliit, stand, no one bows and kneels to me. You risked your lives to save myself and my foundling, if anyone kneels it is me, to thank you all for what you did.”

Everyone stood at his statement, “Come, Mand’alor, we need to speak” the Armourer motioned as Paz stood by her side, she turned walking towards the smelter. Paz stood as Din came to a stop in front of the man who always expressed his annoyance at Din for marrying his sister.

Paz rested his hand on the smaller man’s shoulder, “I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again.”

“Thank you for saving me on Nevarro. I’m sorry for your sacrifice.”

“There are more of us, we’ll put you to work soon enough” Paz eyes floated to the darksaber hanging off the belt of Djarin. His free hand clenched by his side as the two followed the Armourer to her room. 

Amara watched as she realized this is where he belonged, Din didn’t belong with her, he belonged with his covert, with a Mandalorian who understood his creed, who understood what it meant to live in a covert, to be raised by one. Rarsia stood by as she watched Paz, she knew her riduur was having a difficult time with this, he said he wasn’t going to challenge Djarin for the saber, but she saw the hand clench by his side. She knew what that sabre meant to Paz, what it meant to his clan. 

“Amara” Rarsia stated as she looked at her friend, guiding her off to the side away from prying ears and eyes.

“What’s wrong?” She sensed the tone of concern in Rarsia’s voice.

“I think my riduur may do something incredibly stupid”

Amara closed her eyes, she knew what she was thinking, “You really think he’s going to challenge him?”

“He says he isn’t, however, I’ve … I saw the way his hand clenched by his side, trust me, he’s going to do something stupid.”

“Maybe we can delay it”

“How?”

“Let me talk to him, if he gets mad at me, that’s nothing new” Amara offered, Rarsia simply nodded, “Paz is going to need your faith in him, especially now that Djarin is back. Maybe if he realizes it won’t affect your love him, he’ll let it go.”

“I’ll try” 

Amara nodded, and headed off to the smelter, she didn’t want to interrupt, allowing his time with the Armourer and Paz, she decided to sit on one of the crates by the welding room, taking in the view of the foundlings practicing their stances, “Amara” she turned to see Solad, she closed her eyes stilling the anger that always seemed to appear when the man approached her. 

“Solad”

“You and the Mand’alor, huh?”

“What do you want Solad?”

“Answer my question”

“Answer mine”

“You know he won’t bring you happiness”

“And I suppose you will?”

“I certainly can bring you to ecstasy”

“Solad, go away”

“Why?”

“Because I asked”

“If I don’t?”

“I’ll kick your sheb”

“That’s not a deterrent”

“Amara” she turned to see Paz standing at the entrance of the smelter, “the Armourer has asked that you join us. Solad, I’m sure there’s something you can be doing, if you don’t have anything to do, I can think of a few things that need to be worked on.”

“I’m going” Solad bowed to Amara and walked away. She felt the release of her tension that had been coiling in the pit of her stomach.

“Thank you”

“He’s a di’kut, who needs to learn his place”

“Here’s hoping he learns his lesson before I have to teach him” Paz let out a chuckle, “I hear congratulations are in order on your riduurok (marriage).”

Paz’s face heated at the statement, “We were hoping you’d be back sooner, but we just couldn’t wait”

“I understand. I’m just happy that you both found each other”

“Me too”

“You know she doesn’t care if you’re Mand’alor”

Paz turned his attention to Amara, stopping in his steps just before the entrance to the room, “What are you talking about?”

“I can read your stances better than you think ner vod, as soon as your eyes clocked the darksaber’s hilt, your first clenched. All I’m saying is think before you decide to challenge him, if it’s something you really want or is it something you think your family expects you to want.”

He didn’t say anything, there wasn’t much to say, he simply offered a nod, and continued to follow the path towards their destination. Amara let out a breath, as she followed Paz towards the welding room, they both stood in the back as they watched the Armourer turn the beskar spear into something she couldn’t quite make out from her spot, when the Armourer was done, she simply handed a pouch to Din. 

“Amara Vel”

“Armourer”

“Djarin informed me you acquired a beskar sword, is that true?”

Amara nodded, after defeating the Dead Kings on Sorgan, Mayfield told her to keep the beskar sword, it belonged with a Mandalorian, not him. She pulled off the hilt from her belt, handing it to the Armourer. She watched as the Armourer turned it on, the blade unfolding from within as it stood erect, it was the thinnest sword ever seen, it shimmered in the light of the cauldron, “Beskar is meant for armour not weapons, as I stated to Djarin about his spear, it’s mere existence is a threat to all Mandalorians.”

“Then let it be forged into something else”

“What would you have me forge?”

“Whatever is needed for the covert or for a foundling”

“This is the way”

“This is the way” came from all three in front of the Armourer.

“May I be allowed to ask a question of you?” Din directed to the woman who was melting down the beskar sword.

“Ask your question, Djarin?”

“Why did you wish for me to wait to hear of your existence?”

The Armourers hands stilled before continuing her work, “It was an opportunity to see if you are worthy”

“Worthy?”

“Tell me Amara Vel, what was his reaction when he told him where we were”

“Armourer?” Amara’s hands tightened why was she doing this to her, to them?

“Answer the question, Vel”

“He reacted how anyone would react, Armourer”

“Which is?”

Amara turned to look at Din, she didn’t want to disrespect him in front of those who he cherished, who were his family. Din simply gave a nod, there was no point hiding anything. “He got angry”

“Did he strike you?”

“What? No.”

“Not just physically, but verbally, was he unkind?”

“Anyone would be unkind in that position”

“Amara is being too kind” Din interjected on her behalf, “I was unkind, I spoke harshly and without thought. I hurt her…”

Amara cut off Din, “However, he also apologized. His anger was understandable, and justified.”

“Interesting” the Armourer focused on finishing her task, she put a small pauldron off to the side, “You ask Djarin why I asked she delay your knowledge, simple, to see if you are worthy. Anyone can lose their anger at having truths kept from them, however only a great man, a man worthy of being Mand’alor, would be able to pull his anger back and do what needs to be done. Tell me, are you still angry?”

“Not as much as I was before”

“Then you have learned your lesson. Anger only gets you so far, Djarin, in battle it is a helpful ally, gives you strength at times, but it can also be a hindrance, making you unstable. To rule as Mand’alor, it can also be an ally but it can also be a hindrance. To rule, you must rule with determination, with a will to unify our people. This is the way.”

“This is the way” Din stated with determination

“This is the way” Paz and Amara both responded, except her voice was softer. 

“You will learn to use the darksaber, it is a honourable weapon for you to wield, we will begin your training tomorrow. Welcome home, Mand’alor Djarin.”

Amara watched as Paz and Din bowed towards the Armourer, she locked eyes with the woman and nodded. She didn’t want to spend another second with any of them, there was a pain in her heart, she wasn’t prepared for; maybe that was the real reason she also held back from saying anything, at the end of the day, he would’ve chosen his covert over her. Her suspicion was confirmed when Din didn’t even glance back to her, she turned and began to head out, there was no need for her to stay, he found his home, his rejection of her was evident from his lack of communicating with her. Okay, maybe she was being petty and childish, but seeing how he was with the covert, seeing how he was in his element, how could she take that away from him, again? She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

“Amara, wait” she heard Din’s voice call out to her but she couldn’t stop, she didn’t want to stop, if she didn’t stop she could break down in her own space, on the Sintas. Away from everyone. 

“Amara” Din grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving, “where are you going?”

“I have to get back to my family” her visor looked off and away from his. 

“I’ll come with you” her head lifted and turned to look at his. 

“What?”

“I’ll come with you, there’s a few things I’m going to need to get, if I am to begin training tomorrow” 

“Oh, right, well I could get that for you. You should spend time with your family, with your friends.”

Din didn’t understand what had shifted, why was she being this way? “I don’t understand”

“This is your family, Din” she motioned to the covert, “now that you found them, you’ll want to stay. I’m not going to stand in the way of that, this …” she took in a breath, she was going to go out on a limb here, “this isn’t my world, it could never be. Not when I have Adi, Boba, Fennec, Gregor and Peli to look after. You deserve to find someone who…” oh maker, she’s going to hate herself for this, “to find someone who loves the living as much as the dead, or more than the dead. That’s what you said right?” Her bottom lip was trembling, she didn’t want to walk away.

“Wait, are you saying you don’t …”

“I’m saying, you should be with someone who can be what you need them to be.”

“But you are what I need. Ara …” Din’s hand rested against her helmeted cheek, he felt his throat tighten, “O’yare, I don’t need anyone else. I need you. Please don’t go. I was wrong. What I said before, I was wrong” he felt tears slide down his cheek, “I should never have said that about Ca’tra. I need you, ner mesh’la O’yare (My beautiful O’yare). Ner jatne burc’ya (My best friend). Ner hbina tyatr (My guiding star). When I was on Sorgan talking to Omera, I had to close my eyes and think of something that comforted me, something that made me happy, that was you. You comforted me. You always make me happy. I was angry that you were put in this position, to be the one to tell me, to be the one to feel my anger. I was angry at Mayfield and it came out at the wrong time.”

“Why were you angry at Mayfield?” Her voice was low, she couldn’t believe what he was saying, was this real?

“Because he had what I didn’t”

“I don’t understand”

“Freedom. In six months, he had the freedom to fall in love and ask the woman he loves to marry him, he could walk around the village without a care in the world. Showing how much he loved her. I don’t have that freedom. I’ve never had that. I was jealous of what he has.” Din took in a shuddering breath, his own tears washing the dirt off his face, trickling down and being absorbed in the cowl of his cape, “Please,” his voice lowered, “don’t leave me; not when I’m finally beginning to feel free. I tried to push you away on the ship, telling you to leave, because you deserve better, and I know I’m being selfish in asking you to stay, but I am. I’m asking. Don’t leave me, cyar’ika.”

Amara could barely swallow that bantha sized confession he just gave her, it wasn’t him stating he loved her, it was him stating he was falling for her, in his own way. He needed time to get himself right. She took a step closer, resting her hands on his cuirass, tilting her head till her visor locked on his, “I’m finally beginning to feel free too, but I don’t want to be the one keeping you from your happiness. You thought you lost your family, Din. I’m not going to be the one to keep you from them.”

“Ner hbina tyatr (My guiding star), don’t you see, there is no happiness without you. You found my family and kept them safe, providing for them, looking out for them. The Armourer told me all of what you did for them, how are you keeping me from them?” Din rested his forehead on hers, he didn’t care who saw at that moment, he wanted everyone to know he was going to try. 

“I don’t want you to have to choose, they’re your family.”

“They will always be my family, mesh’la, but you are my family too, and you’re …” Din pulled back, he wanted to look in to her eyes, he wanted to be able to do this without the helmets, yet there was that fear again brewing in his heart, “you are the most amazing, most awe inspiring, badass fighter, I have ever seen. You have a strength within you, that I wish I had, you are strong, intelligent, caring, a wonderful mother, a kick-ass mechanic, pilot and fighter, I will gladly follow you anywhere, O’yare Fett.”

She took in a shuddering breath, it was a confession of what he felt, and it was more than he could offer her right now, she knew that, a smile graced her lips, as she tried to think of the most appropriate response, she knew if she opened her mouth and said what she was feeling at that moment, it would be similar in weight to the bantha-sized confession Din offered, “I’ll follow you anywhere too, Mand’alor Din Djarin.”

Although she couldn’t see it, Din’s smile grew from one ear to the other, he knew the kind of woman she was, she would never knowingly follow anyone if she didn’t trust, care, and love that person. “Well … then we should go and make sure to deliver our quarry.”

“You mean your ex”

“Can we not start that again” he chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, directing her towards the entrance of the covert.

“Start what, oh you mean the fact that all your exes want to kill you” she giggled as she wrapped her arm around his waist as they both headed back to the Sintas.

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Vil Schoenheit: After VDC Results

“I’m going to ask again, Prefect.”

“Are you going to walk me out?” 

A/N: Only thing I learned from this Chapter is to not trust a Stan kids, because they will ruin the even for the rest of us. 

Needless to say I have now officially began to simp for Vil, happy to find myself among you, Vil stans. 

If you haven’t read part one, here it is! 

Warnings: Chapter 5 spoilers, Lime soda (implied sexy times!) and de-stressing makeout session for Vil.

Vil had almost tried to kill someone today. 

It seemed strange to say, since it was somebody’s life at stake, but he had come to terms that he had shown everybody in his team a side of himself he hoped they would never see. 

He had shown you a side of himself he hoped you would never see. 

After the ‘incident’, you two had barely talked. You weren’t necessarily avoiding him and he wasn’t avoiding you either. There were just a few moments before the VDC officially started and despite the pain in his body telling him to at least sit down, the need to make it to the end of the stage triumphed as he gave it his all out there. 

Blood, sweat and tears. He had shed them all with no regrets. 

So as he stood there, confetti raining down as the people cheered in the grand coliseum for Neige’s song and not his, he was slowly coming to terms with another realization. 

That he wouldn’t let Rook participate in anything he ever did again…ever. 

Two years. Two YEARS he had known this mysterious man and yet there was NOTHING that had tipped him off to Rook being a fan of Neige. Oh no, not just a fan. 

An extremely devoted fan. 

“...Roi de Neige...it really is such an honor!” 

Neige’s laugh was still like metal against a chalkboard to Vil’s ears, smiling as he held Rook’s hand as the other waxed poetic about his performance. He had to turn away, tears still pricking at the corners of his eyes as he wiped them away with Rook’s handkerchief. His life was just one ironic twist after another, wasn’t it? And how frustrating, to be so close to standing first and to be betrayed by someone who he thought he could trust--! 

“Stand proud and say that you are the fairest of them all, Vil! And I am sure that even the Magic Mirror wouldn’t be able to deny it!”

He chuckles as the fanfare continues, looking down at the offending piece of cloth before shaking his head and going over to his friend, handing him back the handkerchief. 

“Go on, wipe your tears. It is your handkerchief after all.” 

Rook’s surprised face was a sight for sore eyes as he dried his tears. “Thank you, Roi de Poison.” 

“Hehe~ There is Vi-kun’s usual smile~!” 

Enjoy it while it lasts, bastard. The moment we get back to Pomefiore you are going to regret not drinking that juice and melting from the inside out because I am going to make you WISH that you were nothing but a puddle of boiling goop after I am done with you, you son of a bit--

“Vil-senpai!” 

His head turns around slowly, watching you run towards the stage before flashing your staff pass at the bodyguards trying to stop you, just like how he taught you. He clears his throat as he straightens himself out, turning his whole body towards you as the stadium quiets down around him. 

Or maybe he was just paying attention to your voice only. 

“One vote.” you give him a forced smile, “Just by one vote, huh?” 

Vil points a thumb at Rook, “The guilty party is over there.” 

You peek behind him, eyebrows shooting up when you see your other upperclassman holding the hand of the team’s supposed rival and silently crying. 

“...that...the VDC really is full of surprises…” 

You both look at each other before smiling as you share a giggle, your hand going to Vil’s arm and giving it a soft squeeze before letting go.

He doesn’t want to think about what he would have done if you had been the one deciding vote. For a brief moment while the announcement was being made he thought that you had been that person, the one person he wished to curse and hate. Vil tried to imagine it, imagine directing all his anger towards you and promising you that every single day you remained at Night Raven College would be hell because of what you had taken from him. 

Would he have gone through with it? Who knows? 

Vil is a lot more relieved about the fact that you placed your trust in the team he had created and voted for him. 

“How annoying.” 

“Truly.” 

“There goes our heater money.” 

“I agree--what?” 

You turn to him, smiling as you gesture down to the hiccuping Grimm in your arms. He had tired himself out from crying and the headache that followed after had kept him glued to your arms. 

“I know he said that he was going to buy tuna with the money we would have gotten but I was thinking of buying a heater for Ramshackle.” you pout, “You guys were all complaining about how cold it was before using magic to make the entire dorm room cold proof. For a brief moment my dream of having heated floors came true.” 

Vil catches you staring at Neige, your stare not one of admiration but of clear frustration and annoyance. 

“And it wasn’t like his song was that good. It was catchy. Catchy turns straight up annoying in a few days. Watch people complain about how they wish it wasn’t stuck in their heads all the time, I give it a week.” 

Maybe it was the strong emotions he was feeling right now, or the fact that he had come to terms with another set of emotions that were directed towards you a long time ago but Vil immediately grabs your hand and holds it close to his heart, your eyes turning to look at him as he stares at you with fierce intensity. 

He wanted you to feel it. Could you feel how fast his heart was beating? 

“Potato, no, Prefect--” 

Your eyes widened, it was the first time he had referred you with that title. 

“I want you to know that I--” 

“Vi-kun!” 

The Pomefiore dorm leader can feel the vein in his head beginning to throb as he hears his rival’s voice, the Royal Sword Academy student smiling as he came up to him and grabbed his hand. 

“Let’s sing together! If we all sing together I’m sure it would be a lot more fun!” 

Neige smiles as he grabs Vil’s hand, quickly interlocking their fingers together as the other complains about the distance. His eyes meet yours before he grins and gives you a peace sign. 

“I’m going to steal him away real quick, I hope you don’t mind!” 

“Neige!” 

You blink before smiling as you wave goodbye, hugging Grimm close to you as you watch Vil be dragged away by Neige to the center of the stage. The small familiar in your arms groans as he hears the music start up again. “Not agaaaaain. Make it stoooop. My tunaaaaaaa!” 

With a giggle, you scratch the top of his head as he buries his face in the crook of your arm. 

“Go back to sleep, Grimmy. Let’s go back home.” 

The music blares behind you as you hum along to the song, bobbing your head to the beat as Vil’s voice comes through loud and clear despite the cheers and the fanfare. 

“See you guys again!” 

You smile and hug Grimm close, walking towards the exit of the Coliseum.

What a bummer. Guess you couldn’t work up the courage to tell him after all.  

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“You guys got everything?” 

“Ah wait!” Kalim rushes back into Ramshackle as Jalim pinches the bridge of his nose, “I forgot Vil’s face stuff!” 

You smile at Jalim, “You always seem to have your hands full.” 

“Isn’t that an understatement.” he smiles, “Are you that eager to get us out of here, Prefect?” 

“Not at all. I’ll be really lonely once you guys leave.” 

Jalim stares at you before looking back at the Ramshackle door, his actions making you laugh as you pat his back and head inside. Guy wasn’t used to people being that honest, was he? You smile when Kalim meets you at the bottom of the stairs, hugging you close and saying quick goodbyes as Jamil called out to him for the second time. 

“There they go…” 

You whistle a low tune as you head upstairs, letting out a huge sigh as you flop down on your bed.

It was the most perfect opportunity...and you blew it. 

Vil had been living with you for almost a whole MONTH and you only managed to have a decent conversation with him maybe three times. And you weren’t going to count that awkward moment you two shared that night. 

Probably the reason he didn’t talk to you at all after that! 

He had been concentrating so hard to win this competition and all you needed to do was just give him some good words of support, not go off about how you thought he was the ‘fairest’ in all of the school! What kind of STUPID confession was that! You wanted to be smooth about it and maybe ask him if he wanted to come with you to the Monstro Lounge after all of this was over. 

At least you had gotten some decent words through. It had been inspiring to watch him work. You didn’t really have an opinion on him when you two first met but watching him put his everything into this one competition made you want to put everything into finding a way back home. 

And like always, feelings of admirations grew to something else. 

Something annoying and unnecessary. 

Vil probably saw right through you, the way you would wake up early to catch him humming in the showers as you brushed your teeth. No, he probably caught on when you complimented every single meal he made when it was his turn to cook. Or maybe he caught on when you straight up admitted that you thought he was the most beautiful person on campus. 

You laugh as you sling your arm over your eyes. 

“I’m so messy.” 

A knock on your door bolts you up from your bed. You knew it wasn’t Grimm since he had taken dibs on the bath first and was probably enjoying the hot water you wish you could enjoy as well. Amethyst eyes meet yours as Vil stares at you, bag on the floor by his side as you two stare each other down.  

“...should I just leave?” 

“No!” you immediately get up and walk over to him, “Let me walk you out. It is the duty of a Prefect to see all the guests out, after all~” 

“You only have one other member living in your dorm, potato.” 

“Doesn’t mean I should ignore the title given to me. That’s what Riddle taught me.” 

You make a move to walk out into the hallway but his arm stops you, blocking your way as your eyes look into the deep purple linen. It must be really soft to touch-- “Oi.” 

Whoops, lost in thought again. 

“You say something?” 

Vil sighs and you were expecting the usual disappointed look but your heart nearly beat out of your chest when you saw him smile, your hands clenching into tight fists as you step back two steps. 

“You were talking about responsibilities of a dorm leader, so I’m doing my responsibility as well. I’m thanking you.” 

“Ha! Vil-senpai you shouldn’t be thanking me, it was the Headmaster’s decision after all.” 

Even then he shouldn’t be thanking you, if anything you should be thanking him. 

“So you’re just going to refuse my gratitude?” his fingers brush away some strands of your hair, “Did Riddle only teach you one thing?” 

You try to count by 5’s in your head as your face heats up, how were you still standing up? 

“Sorry. You’re right.” you take a deep breathe, “You’re welcome. I’m glad my dorm could be of some service.” 

It was a good idea to leave out the ‘to you’, it would probably creep him out. 

Silence hung heavy in the room as the two of you heard the clock tick away at the minutes, Vil’s arm still blocking your exit to the hallway. 

“Uhm...Vil-senpai?” 

“I want to have no regrets for this VDC, potato. As frustrating as it is...I gave it my all and I lost.” 

You open your mouth to try and console him but he stops you with just a stare. “But I have no regrets on how I approached this. The method was perfect and the song was perfect. I even managed to shape some rough looking potatoes into decent enough students.” 

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and picking his words carefully. 

“But I intend to leave this experience with no regrets whatsoever. Both on and off the stage.” 

You tilt your head, “As in?” 

The ticking of the clock stops for a moment as your chin is tilted upwards, starts up again when you feel a hand on your cheek pull you close and stops entirely when a pair of lips press against your own. 

Your arms hang uselessly at your sides as Vil kisses you, his lips unmoving while the hand holding your cheek slithers all the way down to your waist. A shiver runs all the way from the soles of your feet to the top of your head, the sudden rush of warmth making you pull away. 

Yet he selfishly clung to you. 

“Are you going to walk me out, Prefect?” 

The answer is quick as you wrap your arms around his neck, quickly pulling him down for another kiss. His heels click harshly against the wooden flooring as you two walk backwards and fall on your bed, the purple linen you had admired earlier now caressing your arms as you pull away for a quick breather. 

“Vil--” 

He takes advantage of your open mouth, tongue pushing inside and pressing against yours as he pulls your arms away from his neck and pins them to the bedding. You want to keep your eyes open, want to see Vil in ways you hoped nobody else had seen before. The circlet on his head probably disheveled from the rough tumble you two had, the eyeliner pressed so neatly against his eyelid, the way his fingers so delicately kept you from moving as his thumb caressed your wrist. 

You can’t help but whine as he pulls away, trying to follow his lips but being kept in place by those hands on his. Vil watches you take deep gulps of air, his hands squeezing your wrists to keep you in place before moving away to  take off the circle on top of his head as he laid it gingerly on the pillow next to your head. 

“I’m going to ask again, Prefect.” 

Vil presses a kiss to your eyelid, moving down to your cheek and finally your chin as his fingers toy with the first button of your pajama shirt. 

“Are you going to walk me out?” 

He smiles when you hold out your arms open for him, your eyes begging him to not leave you alone. 

Tongues meet before lips as Vil shrugs off his robe and makes himself comfortable in your arms, grabbing his magic pen and flicking his wrist in order to shut the door to your room and locking it. 

Obviously he would have to leave before the raccoon was done with his bath, but he was intending to finish this VDC with no regrets. 

So the little furball could wait. 

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Omake: 

“Oi!!! Why did you lock the door!” 

“Grimm don’t come in here!” 

“Hah? You know this is my room too!” 

“I know but right now I’m-ah!-busy! I’m busy!” 

“With what--!” 

“Grimm I’m just busy! Ace left a bunch of his snacks down in the kitchen! I’ll let you take dibs on whatever you want!” 

“....no take backsies?” 

“No--oh Great Sevens--no take backsies!” 

“Fgnaa! I’ll dig in then~!”