#my throat is swollen too n i’ve been getting migraines

[obitohno]

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[foli-vora]

stay with me

A/N: LMAO where did this even come from? No idea. Dave decided to back the fuck up for a small while and let me finish a Whiskey WIP. I’m still new with the whole smut thing so please forgive me if it’s not decent! Let me know what you think! ☺️❤️

❗️It’s been bought to my attention that the creator of the GIF I’ve used isn’t correct—it was made by, and all credit goes to, @interstellarflare! Thank you for the heads up @rebelforthebadtimes ❗️

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x f!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: STRICTLY 18+, minors please exit the vehicle! Swearing, mentions/descriptions of oral sex and p in v sex, hand job, cum eating (if there’s anything else, please let me know!)

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The hammock sways softly in the cool spring breeze, the sun shining through the canopy of apple trees towering above you, holding you steadily suspended from the ground. The clucks of distant hens echo in your ears, tangling with the occasional buzz of an insect flying past, but all overwhelmed by the steady thump of a strong heartbeat in your ear as your head rests on a sturdy chest.

“You awake, darlin’?” The husky baritone vibrates beneath your cheek, your heart fluttering as it melts into your ear.

You hum lowly, tiredly. “Barely.”

“I really need to get goin’ now.”

“Five more minutes.”

Jack chuckles deep in his chest, your head jolting slightly as he does so. His hand is warm, fingertips calloused, as he rubs along your brow bone with a gentle rhythm, almost lulling your body to sleep. You make no effort to move from your position half on top of him, keeping your leg hitched comfortably around his thighs.

“Now sugar, you said five more minutes a good twenty minutes ago.” He tries to sound stern, like you’re causing him a great inconvenience, but he doesn’t move; doesn’t pat your leg as a sign to let him up. He stays perfectly comfortable, enjoying the sunshine and warmth of your body pressing into him.

“Mmm,” you nuzzle into his chest, fingers drawing random patterns into the soft fabric covering it. “Don’t go.”

He groans softly, arm briefly tightening around your body. “Darlin’, don’t do this to me.”

“Stay with me,” you purr quietly. He watches through fond eyes as your own flutter open and gaze up at him, his heart skipping a few beats as the rays of spring sun paint your skin. “Please?”

You watch the struggle play across his face, knowing he would love nothing more than to stay here at home with you rather than go on this mission. You knew it was wrong to feel like this—he had told you about his job early in the relationship and how he’d be away a lot... it was fine and you supported him, but today you were just feeling needy. He eventually shakes his head with a tired sigh.

“You know I can’t.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Not even if I... I don’t know... gave you an incentive to stay?”

“Darlin—”

His breath hitches as your finger traces lower, weaving between the buttons of his shirt before dancing along the waistband of his pants. You loved him in his work suits, all clean and fancy. Usually he would change and leave, but this particular day he let you lure him into your embrace, grumbling about creases but still climbing into the hammock nonetheless.

“We could move to the bedroom—you could spread me out on the bed... or bend me over in front of the mirror like the other day... you liked that, didn’t you Jack? You liked making me watch myself while you fucked me.”

His frame, previously relaxed, is rigid beneath you, muscles coiled and winding tighter with each word you breathe so prettily into his ear. He remembered... your eyes locked onto your face, a beautiful mess of tears and sweat, mouth open and singing his praises as he drilled into you from behind, a firm hand weaving into your hair to keep your head up when it started dropping.

“Or do you want your cock in my mouth? You know how much I love it, Jack. You’re so big, baby. I always make such a mess...”

He sees you on your knees, pretty eyes blinking up at him while you gag around his length, saliva smearing along your cheek when he pulls back and smooths his swollen tip along your jaw. He watches you watch him, wide watery eyes locked onto his hand jerking his cock in open admiration. You hear the catch in his breath, the tell tale sign of his impending release, and open your mouth, watching his face crumble in ecstasy as thick ropes of cum paint your tongue and cheek.

“Prettiest fuckin’ thing I ever seen.”

“Yeah? You like it when I’m messy? Like it when you cum all over my face?”

Shit. He was throbbing and you hadn’t even touched him yet. His hips twitch, the movement causing his pants to rub along his cock and he fights to keep his resolve. What was he meant to be doing again? Right, leaving...

“Fuck sweetheart, I really have to go—”

He doesn’t look at his watch. He doesn’t need to. He knows he’s already a good hour late. Champ is going to string him up alive—

His nostrils flare as your fingers move to his belt, releasing the clasp and unzipping his fly slowly. Your lashes flutter as you blink innocently up at him, tongue momentarily peaking from between your lips to moisten them. He watches the movement hungrily, eyes darkening as your teeth bite down onto your bottom one.

“Or we could stay right here. We’re so comfortable, after all.” You breathe, fingers lightly running the velvety skin you could feel between the open zipper. “You love my hand, don’t you, Jack?”

His teeth mash together as you delicately free him for the confines of his pants, fingers wrapping around him and giving an experimental jerk. He curses quietly, eyes squeezing shut as your thumb rubs at the drops of precum gathered on the swollen head and you watch it smear, glistening in the rays of soft sunlight. Jack’s incoherently mumbling as your hand starts to pump slowly, and it brings a small smile to your face.

“If you want me to stop, just say so and I will.”

His head is violently shaking from side to side before he can even think it through. He needs to leave—this is his job, people are depending on him but oh... oh fuck... how could he go anywhere with your hand doing that? Just five more minutes... five more... Christ—

“Don’t you love me, Jack?”

His brows pinch together, hips bucking into your hand as you move too slow for his liking. “Of—fuck—o-of course I do, baby—”

“But you’re leaving me...” Your grip tightens and his mouth pops open.

“Sweet Jesus—I’ll never... fuck baby—I’ll never leave you.”

Your thumb rubs over the tip again and he jolts, the hammock swinging under the sudden action. “No?”

“N-never—I wan’... I wanna give you e-everything.”

“Everything?”

He nods, groaning when you finally speed up. You reach up to kiss along his throat, nipping sharply at the skin before soothing it with a hot swipe of your tongue. He curses again, head turning and seeking your lips out. You indulge him, mouth opening when his tongue hungrily swipes along your lip and then he’s in your mouth, tongue raking along your teeth and then sliding passionately along yours.

You speak against his lips, “You gonna stay with me, Jack? Or should I stop? You’re so late, I should just let you go—” You halt your movements and pull away.

Lightning fast, his hand is covering yours and wrapping it back around his cock, leading your pumps as he growls lowly, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare—”

“You staying with me?”

He nods, face slack and mouth hanging open as you work him closer and closer to the edge, stomach tightening.

“Promise?”

“Holy sh—I—fuck—I promise, sugar—”

“Good.”

And then he’s cumming, groaning loudly into your hair, hips spasming wildly as he spills hotly over your hand and onto his pants. He sucks in a breath, twitching in your grip as you slow your movements and milk him for everything he has. He feels you shift and peaks an eye open to watch you bring your hand to your mouth, groaning deeply when your tongue peaks out and collects the cum from your skin.

“You’re gonna be the god damn end of me, woman.”

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“I really appreciate you helpin’ me out.”

He shoots you a half hearted glare from where he stands in the corner of the room, phone to ear, and you laugh quietly, legs kicking in the air as they dangle off the bed. Your eyes rake over his frame, taking in his creased shirt and cum stained pants, still undone and giving you a little peak of the neat patch of curls.

Tequila hums down the line, voice deep with mirth, “That little lady sure has got your head in a spin.”

“What are you talkin’ about, kid? I got a migraine.”

Tequila chuckles, “Yeah, okay. Have fun, gramps.”

Jack finishes the call and throws his phone onto the dresser before striding to the edge of the bed. He frowns down at you, but it does nothing to stop the heat curdling deliciously in your belly, the slick between your legs growing under his intense gaze. You bite your lip, grinning up at him innocently.

“You’ve gotten what you wanted, pretty girl, now it’s my turn. Spread those legs—show me that pretty little pussy that’s keepin’ me from earnin’ an honest livin’.”

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Tags: @anu-simps @seasonschange-butpeopledont @withasideofmeg @you-got-me-starry-eyed

[allmygyus]

＊*✩Unrequited Love✩*˚＊

can we talk? (34/?)

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wordcount: 1,953 !! warnings: mentions of anxiety, a lil angsty 

You opened the door to and see Soonyoung standing with one hand in the pocket of his hoodie and the other holding a white plastic bag. He looked at you sullenly. You ignore the aching in your chest and reply with a blank stare and took a few steps to allow him to come inside. Although your feelings were still a mess, one thing was sure. You were upset with him. He took off his shoes and you walked away as he shut the door behind him. He placed the plastic bag on your kitchen counter and sat on the edge of your couch.

Soonyoung was a bit flustered and nervous because he knew he was at fault. He watched you sit behind your desk and continue to paint. Thoughts spiraled in his head. Should he approach you? Would you get angry at him if he disturbed you while painting? Should he just apologize and leave? How could he fix the gap between the two of you?

He cautiously stood up from the couch and made his way behind you. As he lifts his hand to tap your shoulder you speak.

“I said I didn’t want to talk to you,” you say with your back still facing him. You saw his reflection from the glass that held your paint brushes.

“Y/n I-,” he utters but was interrupted by you slamming your paintbrush on your desk, causing him to jump at the loud thud. He didn’t expect it to be this tough to make amends with you. Soonyoung so badly wanted to apologize and fix things with a hug. He also wanted to tell you why he reacted that way and how by the past few weeks he had developed feelings for you, but he couldn’t.

You took your earphones and shoved them in your ears playing loud music so that you couldn’t hear what he would say.You were being childish and you were aware of that but, it truly hurt you how one minute he would be the cause of butterflies in your stomach and migraines the next. It just made you more frustrated and confused.

Soonyoung stood behind you, debating in his mind about what his next move should be. He was growing frustrated as well, by your childish actions, but this time he was in the wrong so he had to subside the frustration that grew.

Soonyoung looked out the window and wondered if he should go home instead but saw the heavy snowfall and realized he had no choice but to stay here and wait for the snow to stop. He just couldn’t bare to be in the same room with someone who he really cared for but was on bad terms with. He just wanted to fix the mess he’s made.

You on the other hand just wanted to ignore him. Not just him but Mingyu as well, even though he wasn’t at fault. You figured that the less you interacted with them, maybe the clearer your thoughts and feelings would be, but it was hard to ignore the person who stood behind you. It was hard to ignore them both, actually. They were your best friends.

Soonyoung took a deep breath and sighed. He waited for you to put your paintbrush down and pick up your phone. Once you did, he pulled the earphones out of your ears and spun your chair around.

“What the hell?!” you yell as your phone was snatched from your hand.

“Listen, I can’t stand being in the same room right now and not talk to my bestfriend,” he bent over and put his hands on your knees.

“Okay, I’ll be in my room then,” you shoved his hands off and made your way to your bedroom.

Soonyoung grabbed your hand and pulled you away from your bedroom door and quickly pushed you to sit on the couch.

“Soonyoung, I swear to-“ you say as you stand up but was blocked by him sitting on your lap like a child. He was getting desperate and this was the only way he could keep you from moving. He sat on you as if you were Santa and he was a child about to tell you what he wanted for Christmas.

“I won’t get off until you listen and let me talk,” he said while clinging on your shoulders. As much as you pushed and shoved him, the man-child would not budge. His annoyingly proud smirk just made you more irritated yet you give in.

“Okay fine,” you cross your arms.

“Do you promise to stay here and listen?” you huff and nod in reply. It’s not like you had a choice anyways. He nodded, sat next to you and crossed his legs to face you. You do the same but kept your arms folded and head down.

“I’m sorry,” he placed a hand on your knee. You look up at him and tilt your head.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole and picking a fight with you,” he said genuinely. You unfolded your arms and listened to him.

“I was being that way because I was just stressed about the whole dance crew auditions and Seungcheol auditioning with the others. I spent the whole weekend thinking about what I should do and I just kinda wished you were at practice earlier today because only you can ease my mind. Not seeing you there just-,” he sighed and paused. “I was being an idiot that let out my anger on my best friend. I was wrong for that and I’m sorry.”

An uneasy silence filled the room as he waited for your reply.

“Yeah, you were an asshole,” you scoffed. “You know Soonyoung, you’re not the only one who’s going through things. I have a lot going on too but you don’t see me being an asshole to my friends.”

“I know, Kiddo-,” he says.

“I was having a rough day too! Heck, I’ve been having a hard time lately. Balancing my academic requirements with my other responsibilities! But I never lashed out on any of you!” you raise your voice.

“Y/n,” he placed his hands on yours, trying to calm you down but you shoved him aways again and stood up.

“God, Soonyoung! You have no idea what I’ve been going through,” you run your fingers through your hair and pace back and forth the living room. It was hard and it was the first time you had felt this much anxiety and anger altogether. From your undecided feelings to your never ending list of academic responsibilities. You chose this but couldn’t help but feel pressured. He stood up and faced you to listen to what you had to say.

“The last thing I needed was for you, my best friend, to get angry with me over a little misunderstanding,” you sigh.

To others it may seem like small bickering through chat, but for you it was a big deal; you were a sensitive person. You were never one to fight and argue with others, especially your best friends, and he knew. You weren’t the type of person to be mad too. Much like Soonyoung, you tried to stay cheerful despite everything else that happened in your life.

Being angry or upset was something you were not used to. It was out of your character and, most of the time, being angry would lead you into tears. When Soonyoung fought with you, you were at your breaking point. All the stress from your responsibilities and the frustration of developing feelings for two of your best friends just caused you to bottle it all up and deflect. Deflecting on your problems only made it worse. Your thoughts spiraled, the weight on your chest got heavier, and you were just out of it. You were thankful because when you were at Jihoon’s studio, you were able to relieve some of the bottled up emotions but a part of you still felt trapped. You weren’t able to release all the emotions and feelings that you had bottled up in front of them and you didn’t know why. Maybe because you cried first before you could tell them everything, you weren’t sure.

And now, you weren’t sure of what to say or do to the person in front of you.

“I know and I’m truly sorry,” he walks towards you. You stay still as he holds your hands. You chewed on your bottom lip and felt the lump in your throat form. No, not infront of Soonyoung. You knew that if you dared open your mouth, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from crying.

So instead you nod your head, telling him that you forgive him. He then quickly assesses the situation but hesitated.

“Y/n I- Are we- We’re okay now, right?”

You nod again in reply and he engulfs you in a warm hug. He figured that it wasn’t the right time to tell you how he felt. He just had to be there for you right now because he now knew about your other problems in life. His feelings for you was the least of his worries right now.

You on the other hand, while being embraced by Soonyoung’s arms, felt at peace. His arms provided a sense of comfort and serenity. Sinking deeper in his arms, you breathe out and the bottled up emotions were set free. Once the first tear fell, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. You sobbed in his arms and tightened your grasp on his jacket. The more you deflected on your problems, the more you felt trapped and the heaviness in your chest increased. As he stroked your hair while you cried, the heaviness was gone and you felt more like yourself again.

As he held you in his arms, he realized how he deeply cared for you. He wished that it was always him who would be the one to hold you while you cried and never again the reason for your tears. In that moment his arms squeezed you a bit tighter and despite the heaviness in his stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of your bodies so close together. Your touch made him feel warmer and more alive.

As your tears came to a stop he released you from his grip to have a look at your face. Puffy and red with swollen lips and eyes.

“Y/n,” he whispered and you look up at him. He sweeps the strands of hair that stuck to your face.“You look terrible.”

You let go and smack him in the arm as he bursts into small giggles.

“We just made up and you’re bullying me already?”

“I’m kidding,” he quickly pulls you back into his arms. The sudden action causing your heart to skip a little.

“Are you hungry?”

“A little.”

“I brought chicken,” he let you go and walked to your dining area. “We can watch movies and eat if you want.”

You nod and he brings the plastic bag to your coffee table. The two of you spend the night talking, eating, and laughing with the movie was playing in the background. He told you his problems about the dance crew and how he decided to have Seungcheol and the others back. He wanted to move forward and maybe even make amends with them again. You tell him how Seungcheol would talk fondly about him and how the others felt bad about how their friendship ended. The two of you listened to each other tentatively the whole night as you shared your troubles, except for having feelings for each other of course, and eventually fell asleep on the couch together.

Summary: ⤑ Soonyoung, Mingyu, Seokmin and y/n. It’s always been the four of them and y/n wouldn’t have it any other way. Y/n loved the three of them but she loved one differently. It’s their third year of college and y/n’s been debating whether she would tell the one she loved how she truly felt but would it be worth risking their friendship over? Along the way she struggles to realize what it is she truly wants.

Pairing: ⤑college student y/n x ??

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[maaaaaatryoshka0325]

Good Kitties - Minsung X Reader Hybrid Smut

Warnings: hybrid smut, dom minho, switch Jisung, sub reader

Most of you caught on, but it was an April fools joke when I said I’d stop writing 😂 I’ve been off and on with a toothache and a migraine, so I haven’t written much.

Thank you to everyone who wrote to me and checked on me ❤️

Your fingers were tangled in Jisung’s hair, gently rubbing his sandy colored cat ears that were perched on his head. His sandy cat tail was flicking back and forth, his tongue swirling around your clit.

You and Jisung had just gone into heat, and Minho knew you both were. He had decided to see how long the two of you could last without touching each other for him, and needless to say, it’s only been two days. Two of the longest days of your life, actually. Your heats have been more intense, especially when you’re always around another male cat hybrid, and your master.

You both had very few rules, but here you both were, breaking his first rule: not to touch each other without his permission. You were hoping to whatever God there was that Minho wouldn’t come in, or wouldn’t smell the scent of sex that was starting to coat the air around you.

Jisung’s tongue was making you see stars as it toyed with your clit, his nails gently digging into your thighs as he slurped messily at your swollen bundle.

“You taste even better when you’re in heat.” Jisung purred loudly, sucking your clit between his lips.

“She’s always especially sweet when she’s in heat, huh Jisungie?”

Jisung’s eyes widened as they met yours, his lips detaching from your clit as you both stared at each other in horror. You slowly dragged your eyes from Jisung to Minho, who was standing in the doorway.

He was wearing tight black jeans that made his bulge too prominent, making your pussy heat up even more than it had been. His dark button up was open in the chest area, his pretty collar bones on full display. His combat boots clicked on the hardwood floor as he approached you both, and your bell jingled on your collar as you shot up, sitting back on your knees patiently as Minho walked over, your calico ears pressed against your head in submission.

Jisung’s long tail was flicking back and forth, his amber eyes slitted as he watched Minho approach you both. Minho gripped Jisung’s collar, bringing him close. Jisung’s ears went back, his slitted eyes dilating a bit. Jisung always showed submission when it came to Minho, but he liked to boss you around because he knew you were a good little kitty.

“Is there a reason why the two of you couldn’t follow one of the only rules I give you both?” Minho asked, shoving Jisung away by his collar.

You knew if Jisung were to try and make an excuse, he’d be punished, much worse than last time. Minho was softer with you, seeing you as his sweet little baby.

“I-It was my fault, Sir.” You squeaked out, your eyes meeting Minho’s. “My heat- it’s worse this time, and it hurts so much… Jisung was trying to help me.”

“This is surprising.” Minho said lowly, his hand stretching out to stroke your ears. “You always listen so well Y/N, did it really hurt that bad?”

You nodded, and it’s not like you were lying. Your heat was especially worse this time around, and Jisung offered to take care of it, so it was partially your fault. You didn’t mind taking the full blame, even though Minho’s eyes were pretty intimidating at the moment.

“Since this is the first time you’ve ever been bad like this, I’ll let you off easy.” Minho said, pulling your collar and smashing his lips on yours. “But unfortunately, you’ll still need to be put in your place.”

He beckoned Jisung over, who quickly pulled Minho’s pants down, his thick length springing out. Jisung strokes Jisung’s hair as the younger started to rub his length, stroking it to full hardness.

“I know your heat must be painful too Jisungie.” Minho purred, ribbing Jisung’s ears, making them flick. “So I’m gonna let you off easy.”

Jisung’s eyes sparkled at Minho’s words as he kept his hand wrapped around Minho’s thick length, running his thumb along the vein that ran along the whole thing.

“Y/N, come here.” Minho called.

You slowly stepped over to Minho, getting on your knees instantly as you sat in front of the both of them.

“Bend over.” Minho growled.

You bent over, your ass in the air, calico tail flicking as you felt movement behind you. You were about to look back when you felt a harsh slap to your ass, then the feeling of Minho’s dick slamming into your ass. You cried out, fingers digging into the carpet as he began to snap his hips into yours.

You didn’t mind anal most of the time, but when you were in heat, your pussy is what needed to be filled for you to be satisfied, and Minho knew that. Your loud whimpers were like music to his ears, and he smirked when he saw you dripping onto the carpet, the fact that he was in your ass bad not your pussy driving you crazy.

“Why don’t you give Jisung some attention, hm? Then I’ll decide whether you should have your way or not.” Minho grunted through gritted teeth, his hips snapping harder into you.

Jisung pulled his jeans and boxers down, his length springing out. Your mouth watered at the sight, it was swollen from his heat and the whole thing was an angry red. You quickly took him down your throat, your whimpers from Minho’s furious hips slamming into yours sending vibrations throughout his length. Jisung’s eyes closed as he pushed your hair out of your face, making a makeshift ponytail and thrusting down your throat. Loud whimpers left your lips as Minho drilled into you from behind, and Jisung was face fucking you hard, pushing you harder back into Minho. You pulled away from Jisung’s dick, looking back at Minho with pleading eyes.

“Please sir, I need to cum. I-It hurts so bad.” You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes.

Minho lifted you up, sitting himself on the couch with his length still buried into your ass. He stretched your legs wide, and Jisung sprung at you, his heat making him go wild.

Your nails slashed down Jisung’s chest as he rammed himself up to the hold inside if you, groaning loudly as he began to pound into you. Your shrill cried filled the small apartment, slapping sounds following from Jisung pistoning away inside of you. Minho was sitting still, knowing fully well that Jisung’s length swelled beyond what you could handle during his heat, and that he lost control during it.

Minho’s teeth sunk into your neck as Jisung continued to abuse your soaked heat, squelching noises echoing in your ears every time he entered you. Your eyes were unfocused, locked on Jisung’s aggressive, yet pretty, blissed out face. His lips were parted, eyebrows furrowed, ears flat against his head as he groaned every time he bottomed out, stretching you full.

“Master, can I fill her?” Jisung asked.

“Fill her, my good little kitty.” Minho purred his approval out, his hips snapping up into your ass, making you cry out.

Jisung began to pound into you at an inhuman speed, making you a babbling, crying mess. Your nails dug into his shoulders, drawing blood as he came deep inside of you, his length swelling even worse. A deep, guttural, growl like moan left Jisung’s lips, his ears flat against his skull as he filled you.

The pain from your heat began to subside, but you needed more, you needed Minho. Jisung pulled out, a flow of cum dripping down from your full heat. Minho’s hips were rocking into yours, making you whine.

“Sir, please, I need more. I need your cum too.” You whimpered.

“Where do you need it, my sweet kitten?” Minho asked, a smirk on his face as he pressed up to the hilt inside of your ass.

“In my pussy, please sir. I need you to stuff me full.” You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes.

You yelped when Minho threw you on the ground, pressing your head down as he rammed himself up to the hilt into you.

You cried out as he began to pound into you, his length sliding in and out easily with Jisung’s cum slicking your walls. His nails dig into your hips, leaving bruises in their wake as he slammed into you. You could feel Jisung’s cum splashing along your thighs, soaking Minho’s pelvic area. Minho’s fingers dropped down to your screaming clit, making you scream out as he began to rub figure eights on to your sensitive bundle.

“Cum for me, kitten.” He purred.

You came undone around him, a loud shriek leaving your lips as he latched his teeth into your neck, slamming into you as he came against your walls. Your legs twitched as your body gave out from under you, and you landed on your stomach under him, a flow of cum leaking from you. The pain from your heat was gone, and you let out a small, tired purr as you laid there.

You felt Jisung help you up, leading you to the bedroom as Minho followed the both of you. Jisung cleaned you up as Minho set the bed up. When you stepped out, Minho opened his arms, and you leaped onto him as you nuzzled you face into the crook of his neck, Jisung taking his other side and curling up, burying his face into Minho’s back.

Minho strokes your hair with one hand, the other gently running along Jisung’s arm that was sling over his waist. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then turned and placed another to the top of Jisung’s head.

“My good, sweet little kitties.”

[itstittycitybaby]

Flirty (Lin Beifong x Reader) Part 4

a/n: episode 6 but Lin gets the love and comfort she deserves. also lin’s room has a balcony bc i say so :))).

The pounding in your head felt like someone was driving a drill through it relentlessly. You groaned, eyes slowly opening. The light made your head burn and the migraine you had worse. “She’s awake!” The voice was muddled and faded. “Bolin! Grab the water!” Squinting, the blurred forms in front of you finally cleared. Team avatar stood at the end your bed. Your parakeets were going wild in their cages. Their wings flapped rapidly as their shrill screeching sliced into your brain. “Azure! Ruby,” you croaked, glaring at the parakeets. “Quiet!” Their cries died down but they still hooted softly. “H-here,” Bolin sputtered, handing you a glass of water.

You almost kissed him right then and there. The water was cold as you gulped it down. Your throat was still parched but it didn’t feel like you were dying anymore. “What happened,” you grumbled, rubbing your head. Your fingertips touched a bandage at your temple. The slight sting made your teeth grit together and a softly hiss as the sting worsened. Korra looked apologetic. “You passed out during Lin and Suyin’s fight. Or after.” Lin. Your eyes darted around the room, but there was no sign of her. “Where is she,” you asked, shooting up from your bed. You wiggled out of the sheets and stood on your feet. The world around you felt dizzy. “Woah woah woah,” they all said, reaching out to you. Korra grabbed your arm gently to keep you from falling on your face. “You still need rest!” You waved them off, slowly regaining your balance. Korra let go of you and watched you grab your boots from the floor. “’m fine,” you muttered as you balanced on one foot to slid on your combat boots.

The room around you shifted slightly. You brushed it off as you finished putting on your boots. You needed to find Lin. Finding her was your priority right now. “How long have I been out for,” you asked, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “T-ten hours,” Korra stammered. Team avatar watched you, unsure of what to do. “Wait!” Bolin exclaimed, as you were opening the bird cage. The parakeets settled onto your shoulder. Azure chirped at Asami and Ruby watched the group cautiously. She seemed cranky and pecked at your shoulder softly. You couldn’t blame her; you’d be upset too if someone disturbed your master’s peace. “What is it now? I’m going and you can’t stop me.” “I don’t think we could even if we tried,” Mako muttered. You shot him a glare and he raised his hands up in defense.  “I wanted to ask you something,” Bolin continued, “How did you do that thing?” He pressed his fingers down on his palms.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. Bolin kept repeating the move and making a bubble move with his hands. The lightbulb in your brain dinged. “It’s a force field. Something I invented,” you answered quickly, stumbling your way to your door. “I really don’t think you should be leaving,” Korra called out as you were halfway through the door. “Well,” Mako grumbled, “We tried.”

****

It was silent. Your ear started to ache from pressing it up harshly against the door. “Probably resting,” you sighed. She pushed herself too hard. Your chest tightened from the memories of the fight. She could barely hold herself up from Suyin’s attacks but still pressed on. Suyin. Your lips pulled up into a sneer. Why would she use your actions against Lin? Why would she fight her sister? Lin was weak enough as it is. “She did start it,” you muttered, “but Lin must’ve had a reason.”

“Whatcha doing?” You jumped ten feet into the air. Azure and Ruby squwaked in protest. You swear your soul left your body from Opal sneaking up behind you. “Sorry,” she giggled, “I didn’t mean to scare you so bad.” You rolled your eyes, “Didn’t scare me.” The smile on your face told Opal you weren’t actually annoyed. Her eyes followed yours, staring a hole into Lin’s door. “Are you trying to visit Aunt Lin?”

You nodded, “Yea, but I’ve knocked and no answer. Door ‘s locked too.” “She’s probably still asleep then,” Opal answered. Or doesn’t want to be disturbed. “Really? Fight must’ve taken her out bad.” She didn’t say anything but traveled her eyes to the brightly coloured birds on your shoulder.  Her brows furrowed as she watched Ruby preen at her feathers. “She seems to...like you.” You tilted your head, “What do you mean?” Opal shrugged, green eyes flickering from Ruby to the pavement under her. She followed the cracks and patterns in the cement, seeming to trace them with her eyes. Her voice sounded lost and... sad. “She..seems to enjoy your company more...than anyone else’s. She seems...happier.”

The memory of Opal running out of Lin’s door and crying last flashed in your brain. “Oh Opal,” you sighed, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. There were tears in her eyes. Her eyes remained at the ground. “Look at me,” you commanded softly. Opal’s emerald green eyes snapped up to yours. They shimmered with tears and her eyes were a bit red. Squeezing her shoulder for comfort you said, “Lin is...complicated. Trust me I dated her.” You let out a sad chuckle. Your eyes wandered to her door again but you were really focusing on the memories of the past. It was all you were good for now. Being filled with regret and never being able to forgive yourself for what you had done. “It doesn’t excuse her actions though,” you reassured her softly, “You did nothing wrong. You’re a sweet girl Opal.”

“Thank you,” She murmured. You smiled, but it didn’t seem to reach your eyes. You pat her shoulder gently before dropping it to your side. “Can I ask you something?” You nodded. “Do you know what happened? Between her and my mother?” Your eyes glanced at Lin’s door again. The dark wood felt ominous and sad as you kept staring at it. “No..I don’t. I’ve been asking myself that ever since I’ve got here. But I know something bad happened.” Silence stretched between the two of you. Opal watched you stare into Lin’s door with yearning.

“It hurts you doesn’t it,” Opal asked quietly. “Seeing the two of them tear each other apart. Her be angry with you and pushing you away.” “Bright girl,” you chuckled bitterly. “I can see it y’know,” she said quietly, “I can see the pain and the hurt haunting her as well.”

You didn’t reply; there was no need to. The both of you stood in silence on the front steps to Lin’s room, waiting.

*****

The flute’s notes carried a merry melody. It was one of your favorites, something you used to hum to your brother after he had another nightmare. Lin had been asleep for about sixteen hours. The cement steps dug into your ass as you waited like a dog hoping its master would come home soon. The sun’s rays kissed your skin as you sat there, playing your flute. Azure and Ruby fluttered about, chasing each other on the ground in front of you. You chuckled watching them tweet and fly around each other. It made you think of Bo and Bao. You smiled sadly at the thought of them. The two of them were incredible birds. They were the only family you had after being alone for so many years.

“Is she still asleep?” You looked away from Ruby And Azure, meeting Korra’s eyes. You shrugged in reply, carrying on with your flute playing. You’ll always be a bitter and lonely old woman. Your teeth gritted as her words rung in your head. She still needed to apologize. Mako and Bolin talked amongst themselves.  Weird, you thought, where’s Asami? They paid you no mind as they argued about who should poke the sleeping bear.

“You should do it you’re the avatar!” You stifled a laugh. Korra grumbled,“Fine fine, I’ll do it.” She huffed, swinging her feet over the brick steps. Her fist begrudgingly knocked on the grumpy bear’s door. “Lin? You okay? You’ve been asleep for sixteen hours now.” No answer. Korra sighed defeated. She walked down the steps about to leave. The sound of the door opening made the four of you perk up. Oh my fucking god, you thought.

Lin stood in her doorway, green earth bender robes adorning her. The silver necklace around her neck glimmered in the sun. Gold is more her colour, you couldn’t help but think as the the avatar and her friends gawked. It was unusual seeing her without her armor but damn did she look good. There was a smile on her face as she bid them a good morning. Team avatar’s eyes bulged out of their skulls. “G-good morning,” the three of them sputtered.

Lin’s eyes wandered over to you. You sent her a quick wave. “Those robes look great on you Beifong.” She snorted, but there was a soft smile on her face. Her eyes wandered to the bandages on your temple. Your nose was still a bit swollen but it seemed to have gone down overtime. The sight made her smile falter and eyes flickering with guilt. You sent Lin a reassuring smile. There wasn’t any anger in your heart. You couldn’t bring yourself to be upset with her. You could never be upset with the woman you loved.

Lin’s posture seemed to relax more but the guilt still laid underneath her eyes, rumbling like a beast. Lin bowed her head and left.

****

“I’m sorry Lin. For everything. I was a crazy kid back then, I admit that.” Lin didn’t say anything. Her sister stared at her expectantly but kept her mouth shut. Suyin had tore their relationship apart. Her mother quit because she couldn’t take the shame of having a criminal as a daughter. Because of her, Lin had a scar she had to look at everyday in the mirror. For thirty years, Lin couldn’t let it go. The idea of letting go of the anger and pain she had been so accustomed to was terrifying. How could she let that all go? The anger she left after all these years was the only thing that warmed her.  It comforted her as time moved on. If she let go, there’d be nothing left.

Lin and Suyin stared at the metal sculpture in front of them.  “Thank you,” she spoke after a while. Suyin turned her gaze to her sister. “I accept your apology.”

She smiled, a genuine smile. “We need a new dance coach. How about you stay here Lin? We can be a family again.” Lin snorted, “I think I can start not destroying your grounds for now.” Suyin laughed, “Deal.” The two of them talked for a bit. While Suyin carried on about nothing Lin couldn’t help but feel that she had made the wrong decision.

****

“How did you do that?” “Hm?” You and Bolin sat on a bench together in one of Su’s courtyards. You didn’t want to risk aggravating the already grumpy bear by waiting outside Lin’s door all day. “The shield! Whatever that was.” You laughed at the childlike enthusiasm Bolin expressed. It was adorable and sweet. His excitement made you feel young and free again. Bolin reminded you of Bumi and Dee. “It’s a force field. I made it,” you stated proudly. “How did you make it?!” You laughed, “There’s a lot that goes into it. Metal, energy, and some other stuff.” Bolin tilted his head and asked, “I thought you weren’t a bender. Aren’t you just an architect?” “Sadly, I’m not a bender. But I am an architect, you were right about that. I’m also an inventor.”

“A damn good one at that.” The two of you looked up at the intrusion. Lin stood there with her arms crossed, peering at the two of you. After apologizing to Opal she went back to her place to talk to you. However, you were gone. She wandered around until she heard your voice. Lin flickered between the two of you. She swallowed the jealousy the striked through her. Bolin gulped nervously at Lin’s light glare. He glanced towards you. You didn’t even seem fazed at the death stare Lin was sending. “I’m..just gonna go,” he said awkwardly, “Opal and I have plans.” “Sounds great,” you smiled, sending him a wave. “I’d be happy to show you the shield later.” He smiled nervously and murmured something about finding you tomorrow.

Once Bolin left Lin turned to you. “Busy?” “Not anymore” you snorted, “Someone got jealous and scared Bolin away.” Lin’s teeth gritted together and her jaw tightened. “I’m not jealous,” she grumbled, eyes narrowing to slits. You raised a brow and crossed your arms. “Glaring at someone hard enough to burn a hole through their head? Yea, that seems normal.” “Just forget it,” Lin grunted, turning to walk away. “I’m just teasing,” you called out, jumping up from the bench. “What did you have in mind?” Lin stopped and turned to you. “Whiskey.” You grinned, “You sure know a way to a person’s heart Lin!” She snorted. “Are you coming or not?” “Yea,” you chirped, “I gotta get a couple things from my room real quick. Meet you at yours in ten?” Lin nodded. “Great!” She watched you leave, chuckling at the hop in your step. Azure and Ruby flew around you, chirping. Lin smiled softly at the excitement in your pace and the happy aura that surrounded you.

****

The whiskey went down smoothly. Lin had always been a fan of it from the burn that welcomed her. Silence stretched between the two of you. Her stomach prickled at the nerves in her veins. Apologies were hard for Lin but if she didn’t apologize she’d be just as bad as Suyin. You fiddled your glass in your hands, cradling it on the railing. Azure and Ruby flittered about on the metal. Their brightly coloured feathers contrasted with the back metal railing.

“Yknow,” you said, breaking the silence, “I didn’t think this city would be so pretty.” Lin arched a brow, setting her empty glass on a side table near her. “What? The metal?” She gestured to the metal shield that protected the area around the two of you. You snorted, “Yea definitely. Just look at the bolts. They look so strong. Would be great for a project I’m planning.” Lin chuckled. She wouldn’t admit it, but she missed this. The late nights when the two of you chatted about nothing and everything. The dry jokes the two of you shared as you embraced each other in bed. It tugged at her heart in such a way where she didn’t know what to feel. Sad?Angry? Happy? Lin guessed it was all of them.

Her eyes fell to the white bandage that faced her. It covered your right temple and barely rested above your cheekbone. The shame flashed hotly in her chest. The guilt felt heavy and..gross. Lin’s apology she had practiced on the way here died on her tongue. She couldn’t utter the words she repeated in her head. Maybe she was just as bad as Suyin.

“It doesn’t hurt that much,” you muttered softly into the air. Lin’s heavy gaze made your neck prickle. You knew she felt awful. Her strong eyes always seemed to waver whenever she looked at it. Whenever she looked at you.

“I know.” You turned to her, brows drawn in confusion. “You do?” Lin sighed, “No I don’t..I just..I wanted to apologize.” You didn’t say anything. Your curious stare made Lin feel small. It made her feel like a kid and Toph caught her misbehaving. She felt like shrinking into the tile of the balcony and disappearing. She watched you pull out a blunt and a lighter. The soft orange flecks lit up and you took a drag. Blowing it out, you handed it to her. Lin accepted it gladly.

“It’s alright Lin,” you said, shooting her a smile. “I’m not mad.” “You’re not?” Shaking your head, you took the blunt once she handed it back to you. Another hit, and then you passed it again. It was a pattern. “I could never be angry with you. Nothing could ever make me hate you.”

“Why did you do that,” Lin asked, eyes focusing on the railing. Lin wanted to run. She would always be a coward. She would always run like her life depended on it. In a sense, it felt like it did. “To Protect you.” Lin’s eyes flickered to your lips. They wrapped around the blunt. They looked so soft and warm. Lin wondered if you still used the fruity chapstick you loved all those years ago. You caught her eye and sent her a wink. She looked away, cheeks slightly flushing.

“It’s all I know,” you whispered. “I care about you...I... if I seeing you getting hurt or the idea of,” your voice wavered. You swallowed thickly. “I’d rather get hurt than see you in danger.” Lin didn’t say anything but you knew she hung on to every word you said. “What Su did...Suyin,” you corrected yourself. Suyin wasn’t a friend to you anymore. She had cut off that friendship now. “You didn’t deserve that Lin. And I’m so so sorry.”

Lin swallowed. She was deathly quiet. For so long she had been angry. Bitter, lonely, sad. She directed it at people who didn’t deserve it and in turn the people she loved left. Lin had a hard time facing her feelings and accepting them for what they were. She felt so lost at hearing your words. The words she had been daydreaming about from you were now reality. I care about you. It felt weird and wrong coming from your lips. And yet, they felt like home.

“It wasn’t true? That I pushed you away?,” Lin’s breath wavered. The lump in her throat felt heavier. “Y-you left (Y/N), you left me here alone. I...I had no one. And then you come back out of no where and pretend everything’s fine.”

You took another hit and exhaled. Lin watched the smoke wisp away. The slight buzz in her system and the haziness in her veins was ironic. It almost made her laugh at the irony of its difference from what she actually felt.

“I know,” you replied, voice choking. “And I regret every second of my life because of that. If I could take it all back, I would. I-I didn’t know what else to do. I just saw you and...it all came crashing back again.” Lin’s eyes watered. Damnit, she wouldn’t cry over this. Over something so small and trivial. It had been thirty years. Thirty fucking years since the last time she saw you. And you waltzed back into her life like nothing had happened. What was she supposed to make of that?

“I’m sorry Lin,” you whispered softly. She watched a tear fall from your eye. Then another. This all felt like some cliche movie film. This couldn’t be real, you weren’t real. Lin was dreaming again and soon she’d wake up. She would trudge through the morning to get to work along with the dreams from the night before. They were faded but still left a bitter taste in her mouth. But she knew this wasn’t a dream as much as she wished it were. Every second of this was real. Your voice was real and you, in front of her, were real.

“Do you love me?” Lin hated that her voice shook. She swallowed the tears away. The pit in her throat rolled like a stone. She felt she was choking on air from trying to keep it together. Lin tried so hard to maintain the perfect image. The one she created to make Toph proud, the image she created to finally be at peace with herself. But as always, you saw right through her.

“I never stopped,” you whispered, voice cracking. Your eyes red from the weed and your tears. You sniffled lightly, wiping your nose. You flinched slightly from the pain. Lin took a long hit. Her vision blurred and her heart ached longingly. You were here; after thirty fucking years you came back to her.

Every time she saw you it all came rushing back. Bao and Bo singing along to “Dancing Queen” as it played while the two of you danced. Whenever you first joined the force and Lin couldn’t focus around you. How the two of you would sneak off in the middle of the day and make out in the janitor’s closet. Two young dumb kids in love. Things hadn’t changed. Now, the two of you were old, dumb, and in love.

“I-I understand if you don’t want anything right now.” Lin snapped out of her thoughts. “But I want you to know that I do really care about you. I still want you in my life...but I understand if you want me gone. I-I’ll leave as soon as I can and stay gone for good.” She swallowed thickly. She choked on air and breathed heavily. “No.”

You looked at her, shocked. Lin passed the blunt to you and you took another hit. Patiently, you waited. You’ve waited for thirty years to see Lin again one day. You’d wait for her again in a heart beat.

“I finally have you in my grasp. I don’t want to loose you again.” You looked over to her. Lin stared out into the distance. Gently, you placed your hand on hers. Her eyes shifted at hers and yours hands, then your face. You smiled, lips quivering.

Lin turned to watch Azure and Ruby. They preened each other with their beaks. Azure seemed softer with Ruby as he ran his beak gently through her feathers. “Did Bao and Bo...?” Lin couldn’t finish her sentence. You chuckled sadly, “Yea.” “I’m sorry.” She pulled her hand from yours and gently removed your hand off the railing. Her hand was soft and warm as she grasped yours firmly. You looked at her confused and she sent you a smile in return. Lin’s hand didn’t let go of yours as she hung it by her side. She squeezed it gently.

“Bo died from a robbery,” you whispered.

Lin was surprised. Birds weren’t fighters. ‘Well’, she thought smiling at the memory of Bo trying to fight her reflection in Lin’s police uniform. “How,” Lin asked softly.  “I was asleep. Two men came in my hut that night. Bo screeched loud enough to wake me. She flew around them rapidly.” You wiped the tears from your eyes before continuing. “They flung her against the wall. She died pretty soon after. That’s where I got this scar.” You pointed to the one on your brow. Lin’s heart sank. “What happened to the men?”

“I killed them.” Lin didn’t say anything, but stroked your hand with her thumb. You pulled your lips into a quivering smile. “They were just bandits out in the middle of nowhere trying to rob a poor fool. Hurt like a bitch. Left me a scar to tell the tale.” “I’m so sorry (Y/N),” Lin whispered. She turned her hand to trace your palm with her fingers. It tickled a bit.

“What happened to Bao?” “Died seven years later.” “How?” “Heartbreak. Was never the same without Bo.” Lin turned towards you. Her green eyes were incredibly soft. “I’m glad..that you’re here again.” “Heh,” you laughed, choking slightly. “I am too.”

Lin looked at Azure and Ruby again. They chirped softly and hopped on the tile floor. Azure strutted about, observing the place while Ruby watched carefully. “Where’d you get them?” Your eyes fell downwards and smiled fondly at your precious parakeets. “Dee gave them to me,” you said. “We went to a pet store in the city he lives. It had been a while since I’ve seen him and it was our mom’s birthday. We always try and meet up to be there for each other. Found these two sleeping soundly and the rest is history.”

“They’re beautiful,” Lin murmured. You nodded, agreeing. Silence fell between the two of you. It didn’t feel sad and lonely this time. There wasn’t regret or bitterness. For the first time in thirty years, you felt like you could breathe again. “Thanks for the drink,” you said, dropping Lin’s hand. The blunt was almost out but there was still some of it left. You’d finish it on your way to your rooms. Azure and Ruby flew to your shoulder from hearing your footsteps. Azure squwaked at Lin, demanding pets. Lin laughed and went to stroke his head. “Of course,” Lin said, hand dropping to her side again. “Thanks for the smoke.”

You smiled, a genuine one this time. Yet there was some sadness still swirling in your eyes. Lin felt her heart ache. Before she could think better of it, Lin leaned down and kissed your cheek. Your eyes went wide. You hadn’t expected that at all. “Kissing me so soon?” “I’ll take it back,” Lin grunted. “Can’t,” you argued, sending her a wink. “See you tomorrow?” “See you tomorrow,” Lin confirmed with a soft smile. Giving her one last wave and a chirp from Azure and Ruby, you left the balcony. A real smile was on your face for the first time in a while.

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Twink day mania 👶

Characters: Twink!Sebastian Stan x You

Warning: Sebastian being so bratty but adorable again! Hint of a subby Sebby!

Words: 1000+

Prompt: “I just love the idea of Seb being a bratty twink whilst he’s sick, but the reader just puts up with it for the time being cos he/she’s gotta take care of him (kinda sub-by?)” Requested by @daybreak96​ 

A/N: Hey’aa buddy! Here it is! I hope you like it! I know we both know that we love some Subby Sebby! Heehee! *wink wink*

“No,”

If you weren't being realistic, you were sure your eyebrows instantly went up to your hairline by hearing his perverse response. Sebastian loudly sniffed, hogging up all the blankets as he was looking like a wrapped up tortilla. You sat criss-cross on the side of the bed, kneeling beside him with medicine pills inside your close palms. 

Your boyfriend had been looking like Rudolf the red nose reindeer, eyes swollen from how afflicted he was since this morning. Another migraine was trying to slip up to your head by how he was being prissy since he had been sick. Work has been waved off with an emergency leave just so you could take care of your lover, though if you could compare what was more difficult: your work or taking care of Sebastian, your answer will be the second because he was being a hellcat while you were taking care of him. 

"What do you mean no?" you emphasized every word, a silent threat lacing the ends of your words. 

Sebastian shook his head in a colossal manner, accentuating his displeasure at taking his medicines, "I said what I said, Babe. No." He repeated, sounding too nasally that you were entirely worried that maybe he couldn't breathe and you were right because you heard him breathe loudly through his mouth. "My throat huuuuuurtsss, It'll hurt more if I swallow that stuff,"

Your lips formed a thin line, sending him a nonchalant look in which he hadn't seen because he had his eyes closed, looking up at the ceiling as he whined, "But if you swallow this as soon as possible, then the agony will stop for us both," 

"Agony? Why? Are you also sick?" Sebastian abruptly sat on the bed, all the mattress falling on his lean, bare torso. You couldn't deny the thorough dishevel of his hair that was stuck up in the most weird places and it couldn't help but leave a laugh escaping your lips. He cocked his head to the side like a curious puppy and it made your heart grow larger for the latter if that was even possible.

You were now kneeling beside him, leaning closer to the sick Romanian puppy who was indolently blinking before you. "You're making this difficult for me, baby. That's what I mean, I wasn't sick, okay?" a hand was up in his hair, tenderly smoothing the mussy shape of his hair, trying to keep it down and not crazily sticking everywhere. Thus, all of a sudden, his watery baby blues turned doe like, igniting a soft coo that have been said non-verbally. "W-Why? Am I difficult? Am I really a difficult person to love?" 

Your hands were instantly glued to his smooth, chiseled jaw as you gazed at him in the dearest way. "What? I didn't say that," you softly conveyed to your doe eyed Romanian; thumbs caressing the apples of his slightly sinewy cheekbones, "Just be a good boy for me, take these meds that I've prepared for you and you'll soon be better," 

He stared into your eyes and you accepted everything he could offer. A warm feeling exploding inside of you which ignited a beam out of you as you accepted his challenge and stared back with the same vehement. Sebastian sighed out of his mouth, wanting everything to be over and just get it done with. With an open palm, you showed him the pill and thought he would take it in between his fingers but was stopped short when he gave you another look. 

"Is that a promise?" he reasoned back, sustaining the time he could take his medicine. Completely acting like a baby and you actually didn't regret leaving a day for your part-time job and taking care of your Romanian baby. "If I be your good boy, will this be over?" Sebastian softly uttered and it crept a grin on your face, "Yes, Sebby. It'll be over," 

He gave a weak nod, lowering his head to your palm and you were nervous because you thought he was about to bite your hand as a form of revenge but was stupefied when you felt his soft, moist, warm lips clamp the medicine in between his lips. A blush starting to form as you felt the heat traveling towards your face and you shake it off when he finally tipped his head back, consuming the medicine you've offered as he grabbed the glass that was half empty on the bedside table; drinking as he does so. 

He sniffed another one, eyes all foggy with a cloudy mind as well. You've felt his fingers tenuously grab your hand, "While it still isn't over, can you love me?" he cautiously pleaded, you studied his sick form and it couldn't help the subtle pout draw your lips, "I do love you, what are you saying, honey?" 

Sebastian shook his head, carefully pulling you from kneeling beside the bed until you were seated on the mattress. His slender, twink arms sneaking around you in an affectionate hug. His chin falling on your shoulder as he sniffed again, "No, I meant, cuddle me to sleep?" the latter whispered and you turned your head, seeing his tousled head. "You'll--you'll get me--" your words were ceased with his soft pleads, "Please? You've left me all alone since the last eight hours," 

You heard the longing in his request and there was no more opposition. You gave his forehead a tender peck and felt it warm against your lips, he was truly sick indeed.

"Fine. You're lucky I love you too much," 

You were both laying on the bed and you felt your heart full at the way he was acting. Sebastian had his head resting against your chest, an arm snaking around your waist as he cuddled you up, leaving you no reason to escape in his hold. His breathing was deep and you thought he was already deep in slumber, "Why are you such a baby and so bratty when you're sick," a teasing complain left your lips as you stared on the ceiling and appreciating the comfort that he was giving you despite that he was sick. Sebastian suddenly whispered when you decided to close your eyes and take a nap, he was actually awake. 

"You love me, Y/N."

You do love him too much and there was no doubt that you would take care of him forever even if he was acting all bratty and adorable. 

[bewitchingwitch]

Constellations pt. 14

Hey guys sorry for not updating lately! I’ve been working really hard on this chapter and I hope you enjoy it :)

Word Count: 3,226

It was dark. That was all Theseus could see, he couldn't force himself to open his eyes. He felt as if his stomach was burning. And whatever was hurting him kept spreading up his abdomen and onto his chest. He winced.

All around him was noise there was too much of it, the sounds of crashing glass, the screams of people. He could hear his brother shouting something and the voices of Queenie and Jacob  faintly in the background. He wanted it to stop it was giving him a serious migraine, he couldn't remember what happened. And how he ended up in this eternal darkness.

The last thing he remembered was watching you and Newt dance as he slowly got drunk. You looked so beautiful with your hair tied up like that, in your blue dress. In that moment he wished that you were his. But he couldn't do that to his brother, but it seemed his brother was more than fine double crossing him to win you over. Theseus winced again as he felt the pain crawl up to his neck it was as if it was chocking him now.

He heard a women scream, he knew that voice anywhere. (Y/n). You were in trouble he needed to help you but he couldn't move, it was like he was trapped in his body. He strained trying to get up but to no avail. After a while your screaming stopped and that made him panic more than hearing you scream. Cause that meant one of two things. Either there was no longer anything that was causing you distress or someone had made you stop. That thought alone had him panicking.

He heard Newt's voice again, he sounded distressed. "It's spreading. I've never seen this curse before. It's glowing bright blue."

So he had been hit with a curse. That solved the mystery of what the pain was. It was blinding consuming his whole body, and there was nothing he could do to stop it right now. Theseus could still hear Newt talking, he was now shouting his name but it was faint. As if he was shouting from the end of a long tunnel.

It hurt. Everything hurt. Slowly a light began to appear and the pain seemed to subsided to only a faint throb. The light faded and you suddenly appeared before him, a vision of loveliness.

"Hello my beloved." You said as you cupped the side of his face. Calling him by the nickname you had given him on your first mission together. He leaned into your touch closing his eyes at the feeling.

"Are you okay I heard you screaming?" He asked urgently as he opened his eyes placing a his hand over yours.

You smiled the corner of your eyes crinkling. "What are you taking about? You were having a bad dream so I woke you up."

Theseus sat up and noticed that he was lying on a bed in a large room. He sank into the soft mattress and a golden comforter was wrapped around his waist. He looked around you were sitting up next to him and your hand was still cupping his face. A large window showed that it was still dark outside. He had no idea where he was.

"A bad dream?"

"Yes darling. You always seem to get them. You've mentioned that you got them because of your time in the war." He looked at you in confusion. It was true that he had bad dreams because of the war but he had never told you that. How on earth did you know that?

"I don't remember ever telling you that." You shook your head with a slight smile on your lips.

"Oh Theseus you're working your self so hard that you don't even remember." You kissed his forehead and he felt a lump in his throat form. He didn't know what was happening but he didn't want it to stop. You were here with him in bed, you were his.

"You're probably right. I do have a tendency to work myself to the breaking point." He chuckled as he smiled at you. Thinking that maybe it all was just a bad dream. You kissed him and he gladly returned it running a hand through your hair. He wanted his moment to stay with him forever. You peppered sloppy kisses down his neck and kissed him one ast time on his lips pulling away and laying back down next to him. He remained sitting up looking down at you.

"Now just lay back down." You pulled him down next you and wrapped your arms over him. You let one hand caress his hair, his curls were messy just the way you liked them. He hummed in response. "Just close your eyes and we can stay here forever."

Theseus thought that sounded nice. You and him just staying in this big comfortable bed with each other. It seemed to good to be true. He started to close his eyes, when a small voice in the back of his head startled him. It sounded like Newt. He was calling out his name.

He tried to push the noise away and just focus on you. Theseus heard the voice again. "Do you hear that?" He asked you, propping himself up on one arm

"Hear what?" You smiled at him.

"It was probably nothing." He tried to push the thought to the back of his head. You moved closer to him and placed your head on his his chest.

"Just close your eyes." Theseus tried to close his eyes and drift to sleep to he would hear his brothers voice. He put an arm around you trying not to listen but it was getting louder by the second.

"He's not breathing!" He heard Newt shout.

I'm not breathing. Theseus thought. Of course I am.

" He's not breathing!" He heard Newt shout it again. "Quick Queenie do something anything!”

Theseus thought that he was breathing just fine that was until he looked down and noticed that his chest wasn't rising or falling. There was a lump on his throat but he didn't want to face it. But he had no choice, he couldn't let his little brother fend for himself. And he couldn't let you, the real you, waste your life in a loveless marriage.

It wasn't real. None of it. You weren't real.  The one who loved him and caressed his hair. The one who had chosen him. He knew what he needed to do. He glanced to the side of the room and noticed the door was glowing with yellow light, and it was where Newt's voice was coming from.

Theseus began to sit up. He startled you awake. He tried to coax you back to sleep, but you still sat up and looked at him with half lidded eyes, swollen lips and messy hair. It was almost enough for him to want to stay in bed with you.

"Where are you going my beloved?" You asked in a raspy voice, grabbing his hand.

His eyes softened as he looked at you. "Just to take care of something." 

"Come back to bed it's late." You smiled sleepily, messing with his hand, running patterns into it.

"I know. I just need to take of something."

"Why do you insist on working yourself so hard."

"Shhhh." He sat on the edge of the bed. He took your face into his hands, this mirage of you was making it harder for him to say goodbye to this deadly fantasy and go back into an unforgiving reality."

"Come back to bed." You laid your forehead against his.

"I'll be back before you know I'm gone."

"Come back to sleep."

"Go back to sleep my love. I'm be back shortly." Theseus brushed your hair out of your face and watched as you reluctantly laid back down. A small pout still evident on your face.

Theseus made his way to the door as he was going to reach for the handle he paused and turned back around to face you. "Hey." You looked over at him. "I'll be back."

"Promise?"

"I promise my love. It will only be a matter of time." He smiled sadly as he opened the door and a golden light engulfed him.

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Newt's heart stopped the minute Theseus stopped breathing. The blue light from the curse had spread all over his body and had worked its way up to his throat. The minute it started to curl around Theseus throat, he gave a strangled wince and then stopped breathing.

He didn't know what to do. After Adonis had shot him the curse and disappeared with you, Newt, Jacob and Queenie had tried to move Theseus out but every time they even attempted to move him the curse would spread. Or he would let out an agonizing moan. So they had stayed inside of the pub to afraid to move him even further.

"He's not breathing!" Newt shouted. Queenie has her hand placed over her mouth as Jacob held her, silent tears flew down both their faces.

Newt held his brother body, pulling it close to his own. "No. No. No. no. No!" Newt muttered as he rocked back and forth. He couldn't lose his brother. Theseus was his everything his hero. He couldn't imagine what the world would be like without him.

The curse glowed blue and spread all the way up to his face now crossing over the bridge of Theseus' nose. Newt choked back a sob. " He's not breathing!" He heard Newt shout it again. "Quick Queenie do something anything!"

Queenie but her lips and shook her head sniffling. "Honey. I-I can't." Her voice was cracking. "I've never seen this curse before."

"You have to try! You can't let him die!" Newt screamed. Jacob and Queenie jumped they'd never seen Newt this hysterical before.

"Okay. Okay I'll see what I can do." She tucked her hair behind her ear and settled onto the floor next to Newt. She took out her wand and mumbled various spells as she waved it over him. Nothing seemed to work.

"Honey I don't think he's gonna-"

"Don't!" Newt cut her off. "Please don't say it." His voice was quivering. She looked at him with such sadness in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around Newt and Jacob followed her example. They both protectively wrapped themselves around Newt.

How could he let this happen? Newt laid his head in the crook of his brothers neck and sobbed. Big ugly sobs. He couldn't imagine life without his big brother.

Newt sniffled and pulled away to look at Theseus. His face was pale and the curse was still spreading slowly up the bridge of his nose. Then all of a sudden Theseus let out a strangled gasp. Newt watched as Theseus' eyes shot open and he began coughing.

"Bloody hell." Newt whispered as he watched Theseus start breathing again.

Theseus looked up at Newt a twinkle still evident in his eyes. "Hey there baby brother."

"Oh thank Merlin!" Queenie cried. She tackled Theseus in a hug, Newt as too shocked to move. "We thought oh we're a goner! Don't ever scare us like that again!"

"Ribs! My body Queenie! Everything still hurts!"

"Oh I'm so sorry!" She pulled away and Jacob helped her off the floor.

"I thought you were dead." Newt told his brother.

"I could never leave you."  They smiled at one another. "What happened to me?" Theseus asked as he examined the blue blaze that was slowly consuming his body.

"You jumped in front of the curse Adonis shot at me. He then disappeared with (y/n)."

"That bastard!" Theseus attempted to get up.

"Careful!" Queenie takes at him. "You're still injured.

"I still think I take him on with one hand tied behind my back and no wand in my possession."

"Please in your condition. Don't flatter yourself big boy." Everyone let out a well deserved laugh at Queenie's comment.

"Help me up would you brother?" Theseus suck out his hand but Newt still looked weary.

"Are you sure? Last time we tried to move you you were groaning in pain every other minute."

"Yes we need to find that fucker and put and end to him!" Theseus attempted to get up on his own but it was impossible in his state.

"Language." Queenie tsked.

Newt gave his brother a hand and pulled him off the ground. Theseus leaned on him for support. "Thanks baby brother. Now let's go get him!" Theseus tried to stand up on his own but the curse spread yet again and he nearly  collapsed.

"We can't go anywhere until you get that thing checked out." Newt said firmly.

"I'm fine." Newt gave him a look and he quickly shut up. "Fine take me back to your apartment and I'll call a friend over to check it out."

"Is he a good doctor?" Jacob asked as they began to walk out of the alley and into the city.

"The very best."

*****

"You are an idiot. The stupidest man I've ever met. If I looked up stupid in the dictionary your face would take up the whole damn page!"

"I bet it Diego I'm an idiot." Theseus winced as Diego examined his wound.

"Not just an idiot. Jumping in front of that curse was so dumb they need to invent a whole new world to describe how stupid you are. Or maybe they can just make the word Theseus mean incredibly stupid!" Concern radiated from Diego's voice.

"You know the name Theseus deprives from a Greek hero it means "to set" and "to place."

Diego shot him a dirty look. "Shut up."

"What everything is already so damn depressing I'm just trying to keep the mood light." Theseus let out a bitter chuckle.

"Why are you laughing? You nearly died Theseus. You nearly died trying "to place" yourself in front of that curse." Newt looked down in shame at his Diego's words. He was right Theseus wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for him.

"What choice did I have? My brother could have died."

"You were drunk."

"I wasn't too drunk to know that my baby brother was in trouble. I would do the same thing over and over again if it meant keeping him safe. And if you're my friend you'll understand that." Theseus spat out before he cried out in pain again as the curse spread even further up his face, it rested just underneath his eye.

"Just relax. I'm sorry I'm just worried." Diego apologized as he removed his wand from beneath his ear.

"Enough of this." Queenie stood up. "You are both bickering like children and it isn't getting is anywhere."  She purer her self a cup of teas and began to stir the sugar into it. "What's done is done. Now we need to focus on the now." She blew on her tea before taking a small sip. With eyes still cast downward she spoke again. "Is there anything you can do to help him?"

Theseus was laying on a loveseat while Diego looked over him. "I was at first unfamiliar with this curse. I couldn't find it in any of the spell or curse books regarding American and British magic. But that was when I realized it wasn't related to either of those." Newt had his eyes glued onto Diego, the room was deadly quiet.

"I haven't seen this type of magic since I was a boy living in Mexico." Diego pulled out various vials that he had stored in his bag. He would examine each one and put it on the table or put in back into the bag.

"My mother was the local healer there. She would deal with this curse every once in a while and she was always weary of it. It's called la quema. The burning. And ancient curse designed to consume its victim until..." Diego didn't bother to finish his sentence, he didn't need to.

"Can it be cured?" Newt broke his silence. He wouldn't look anyone on the eyes he kept his gaze downward. Wringing his hands anxiously.

"Simply yes. But it's not an easy cure or an easy recovery." Diego handed a vile with purple liquid and told Theseus to drink it. He downed it in one gulp but gagged at the taste. However it stopped the wound from spreading.

Diego took his wand and waved it over Theseus's body muttering a spell in Spanish. The curse retreated from Theseus face and down his chest, it stayed at the center of his stomach where he had first been hit. It still throbbed in a blusish glow. "I've stopped the curse from spreading." Diego pulled white gaze from his bag. "Sit up." Theseus did as he was told. "Wrapping it up is all I can do for now. This curse takes many months to heal and requires constant monitoring. I'll wrap it up and continue to treat him through this recovery." He tied off the gauze. Theseus' entire abdomen was wrapped in white gauze. Theseus still had a faint scar that curved up his chest in a thick line that faded and became liner over the curve of his nose. A reminder of the night.

Diego packed up his bag. "I recommend at least two weeks of rest and-"

"No."

"Excuse me I-"

"No Diego." Theseus sat up winding with every movement.

"You really shouldn't be moving." Diego tried to get Theseus to lay back down but he waved him off.

"(Y/n) is in trouble I can't just sit by and let her marry that monster. I can't just-"

"Okay." Diego let a small smile make its way to his lips.

"What?"

"I said okay. I figured you'd be too stubborn to just sit and do as your told." Diego crosses his arms over his chest.

Theseus started buttoning up his shirt. "I don't even know where to start looking for her though."

"I may know someone." Everyone turned in Newt's direction.

"You do?" Theseus had shrugged on his dress shirt but Newt could still see the faint blue glowing from his wound.

"Yeah. She's an American auror one of the best I've ever met. And if anyone can find (y/n) I'll be her." Queenie knew just who Newt was referring too.

"Let's go." Theseus staggered to his feet. "The sooner we get her whereabouts the sooner we can take him down." Theseus glanced over at Diego. "If we're gonna take him on we're gonna need backup Diego."

"Oh please Theseus. You think I came alone." Diego grabbed his bag, gesturing towards the window.

Theseus made his way to the window and drew open the curtains looking out. Standing in down of the apartment were the boys. Andrew and Blaine. Both had their wands our prepared for any attack. Theseus turned around and smiled at the group of wizards and witches. "Lets go get out girl back."

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[the-cookie-of-doom]

POSSESSION

n. 1. The state of having, owning, or controlling something.

Stiles climbed out onto the roof where Mitch was sitting, looking out at the stars. For the first time since Stiles had met him, he looked peaceful. He got the impression that peace wasn't something Mitch saw a lot of, in his line of work.

"You're supposed to be sleeping," Mitch told him, not turning around. Stiles shrugged even though he knew Mitch wouldn't see. At this point, he wasn't surprised that Mitch knew he was there, no matter how quiet he was being.

"Not tired yet."

"Try closing your eyes."

"In a few minutes." Stiles careful climbed down to sit beside Mitch, warily eyeing the edge. He'd never been particularly graceful, and if ever there was a time for him to fall and break his neck, with his luck it would be now. Casting a glance at Mitch, he saw that the exorcist didn't appear to care about the height. Of course he didn't; he'd seen much scarier things than a fifteen foot drop onto soft grass.

"This doesn't work if you don't go to sleep."

"I will, just…" Stiles chewed his bottom lip. He knew what the truth was, that he was afraid, but he didn't want to say that. Not to Mitch, who was never afraid of anything, never even surprised. "Just not yet."

"I don't like it when people waste my time, Stiles."

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm not trying to."

"Then stop lying to me." Mitch finally turned to face Stiles. His features were mostly cast in shadows, backlit by the light down the street. Not that it would make a difference; Stiles could never get a read on him. Mitch was closed off, better at hiding his emotions than anyone else Stiles had ever met. It made him feel at a disadvantage; Mitch never had any trouble reading him like an open book, even if they were strangers.

"I don't know what's going to happen after I go to sleep," Stiles said after a while, Mitch watching him in impassive silence, waiting.

"You're worried you'll hurt someone." The teen nodded, looking down. "I won't let you." Stiles laughed humorlessly, pulling his knees up to his chest. Mitch made it sound so simple, when it was anything but.

"Will you kill me?"

"Do you want me to?"

"It's rude to answer a question with a question."

"You're evading."

Stiles thought he might have seen the shadow of a smile out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn't be sure. Probably just a trick of the light, since Mitch had never actually smiled around him. He wondered what his smile looked like. He wondered if he would ever get to see it.

"I'm losing time. It started with just a few minutes here and there, and then hours at a time. Now it's full nights. And when I wake up, I'm dirty, but I have no idea where I've gone, and I think… I think I might be hurting people. No one believes me when I try to tell them, not even my dad." Stiles took a deep breath, hugging his legs tighter. He could feel Mitch's eyes on him, heavy and scrutinizing, simultaneously making him want to hide and bare everything. "I don't want to keep living like this. Even if I'm not the one killing people, there's still something wrong with me, and if even you don't know what it is, what hope do I have?"

"I don't know everything. If I can't help you, then someone else can."

"Or maybe no one can." Stiles rubbed harshly at his eyes when he felt them stinging, wetness spilling over. "I just—It feels like God must hate me, or something. It's like I'm cursed. Either I'm insane, or I'm possessed, or it's some as-yet-unheard-of problem, and I just—I can't deal with it. And if this is just some divine plan or whatever—" Mitch scoffed, cutting him off. Stiles' attention snapped up to him.

"God doesn't care about you. He's a kid with an ant-farm and a magnifying glass. Those unfortunate enough to make him want to take a closer look just get burned."

"How can you say that, knowing what you know?"

"I can say it because of what I know."

"Then why did you become an exorcist?" Mitch wasn't looking at him anymore, face tilted up towards the stars. After a minute passed, Stiles thought he wasn't going to answer. He was almost surprised when Mitch finally did.

"This is my penance for the life I took."

It was on the tip of Stiles' tongue to ask what that meant. Then Mitch took out a pack of cigarettes and held one to his lips. When he flicked his lighter to life, Stiles saw the gruesome scar running down his wrist, silvery-white in the light, and he knew there was undoubtedly a match to it on his other arm.

The flame died a second later, once again casting them in darkness with nothing but the stars and moon for light. Stiles felt like he'd briefly glimpsed a sliver of Mitch's soul.

Mitch didn't tell him to go inside again, letting Stiles stay out on the roof with him. Maybe because he knew what Stiles was going through; the constant self-doubt about what was real and what wasn't, the feeling that God had condemned him. The crushing loneliness. Maybe, just for tonight, Mitch had decided he didn't want to be alone anymore either, finding a kindred spirit in Stiles.

After Mitch put his lighter away, his body language changed. If not quite welcoming, it was at least open, leaning back on his arms with his long legs stretched out in front of him. Stiles hesitated, still bound up tight with the way he was sitting, but gradually he relaxed as well. Slowly he moved closer to Mitch, waiting to be pushed away like always, but the rejection never came. Mitch just rhythmically tapped his cigarette on the asphalt shingle, like a metronome. Stiles wondered if it was a nervous habit, and almost immediately cast that thought aside; he was the last thing in the world that would make Mitch nervous.

Stiles watched his nimble fingers move, Mitch's arm not quite around Stiles' waist, but close enough that it would only take a small movement to put it there. Stiles wished he would.

As Stiles watched the cigarette slowly turn to ash, burned away to nothing, Mitch would occasionally bring it to his lips for a deep drag. Each time Stiles would lean a little closer. Each time Mitch would let him.

"Can I have one?" Stiles asked when Mitch put out the cigarette a while later, expecting him to reach for another.

"No."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

Stiles turned so that he could better see Mitch, carefully pitched forward on his hands and knees to keep from falling, the position all but putting him in the exorcist's lap. Whatever question he had died on the tip of his tongue, or maybe it was just an excuse. Permission for something he didn't realize he was going to do until he met Mitch's dark eyes.

When he kissed Mitch he could taste the bitter nicotine on his tongue, sharp and unpleasant. But he didn't care because Mitch kissed him back, pulling him closer with a hand curled around the back of his neck, and it was everything Stiles has been dreaming of ever since Mitch pinned him up against the door with his hand around Stiles' throat that first night. Mitch kissed him breathless, until Stiles' lips were swollen and tingly, and he gave a soft whine of disappointment Mitch broke it.

"You should go to bed," he whispered, lips brushing Stiles' like he didn't want to pull away either.

"I don't want to."

"Stiles."

"Come with me," Stiles quietly pleaded. "I don't want to sleep alone." He knew there were seventeen reasons why this was a bad idea, but he couldn't help but want. And he knew Mitch wanted it too, could feel it in the way he kissed, like he was holding himself back. For a moment, it seemed like Mitch would go with him. Then he took Stiles by the shoulder and shoved him away.

"No," Mitch decided, his tone harsh, final.  "Either you leave or I will."

Stiles reeled back as if he had been slapped. He didn't expect such a cold rejection, especially after that kiss, and it stung. More than he would like to admit, sudden tears stinging his eyes from the humiliation.

Not wanting to show how much Mitch cut him, Stiles pulled away and stalked back to his window, climbing through and slamming it close hard enough to make the glass rattle.

 -

Mitch swore, closing his eyes against the emotional whiplash he was picking up on from Stiles, the closed window doing nothing to serve as a barrier against his projections. Usually Mitch was able to block him out, a skill that had been hard earned, but he was starting to get a migraine.

He'd never seen anything like Stiles before; he wasn't a half-breed, or any kind of psychic, and yet his will was strong enough to get through years' worth of defenses Mitch had built up in an effort to not hear the thoughts of everyone around him. Or maybe he was just distracted by the kiss, by his desire. It had been a long time since he'd wanted someone as much as he wanted Stiles. But the last thing he needed was a teenager panting after him like a puppy, especially when said teenager's father was the local sheriff.

Bruising the kid's pride now and showing him that Mitch was not the kind of person he wanted was in both of their best interests. But even as Mitch tried to convince himself of that, Gabriel's words came to him, haunting. 

There is nothing you have ever done for someone else that wasn't first and foremost self-serving. You can dress it up however you like, but you're a selfish prick through and through, and that is why you will never buy your way into heaven.

In his room, the humiliation and longing and loneliness and a dozen other emotions were pouring off of Stiles like poison, and Mitch cursed because he knew what he was going to do as soon as he saw the tears gathering in Stiles’ eyes.

"Fuck me," he said, bitter, and got up. His soul was damned anyway, right?

-

Stiles sat up in bed when he heard the window slide open, the wood grating against itself in protest. A second later Mitch was climbing through like a spider, all black-clad long limbs and grace. He hadn’t expected Mitch to come after him, and he felt cornered, hiding in his bed with blotchy-red cheeks. He felt like a stupid kid after a temper-tantrum compared to the cool and confident exorcist. 

“What do you want?” he asked, proud that he managed to keep his voice steady. It was probably pointless; Mitch could read him like a book before, and that was without Stiles wearing his emotions on his face. 

That was the question, wasn’t it? What did he want. To save his soul, mostly. To not have to spend eternity in hell for the mistake he made when he was fifteen and saw no other way out. To deport as many demons as he could. To get the hell out of this shitty little town that had a way of getting under his skin. 

But none of that mattered to him now. He didn’t want to leave Beacon Hills if it meant leaving Stiles, and the furthest thing from his mind was saving his soul, when all he could think of was ways to damn it further. 

When Stiles got out of bed and cautiously approached, Mitch gave him the raw, unadulterated, sinful truth. 

“You. I want you.” 

[too-much-winchester]

If Only It Could’ve Ended Differently

Hi guys, I went on a very long hiatus as I got into a little bit of a funk and decided that I would go through my drafts and I finished this piece that has been sitting for over a year. I am thinking about getting back into writing again so I hope y’all enjoy it, thank you guys for everything.

Pairing: Dean x reader (past), Sam x reader (platonic)

Warning: Severe angst, sadness, cursing, and suicide.

Please do not read this if suicide and mental health subject triggers you, remember always keep fighting!

The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was a bottle of Jack tipped on its side in front of your eyes.

You blinked a bit to clear the fuzziness, but as soon as you did that you felt a wave of pressure hit your head. You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut as you willed away the pain.

Whiskey, Rum, and Vodka bottles were all scattered around the library, some were half-empty, and some were completely drained of the contents inside, and some were shattered near the walls.

You let out a heavy sigh as you looked at the picture next to the bottle of alcohol; it was a picture of you and Dean. You guys were sitting at a diner booth, both of you had bright smiles on your faces, and whipped cream splashed on your noses from the mini food fight you had. You smiled at the memory as you remember the day that Sam took the photo on his phone when he caught the cute moment before the waitress threatened to kick you out for ‘disturbing other customers’.

Tears began to brim in your eyes and just as fast as they were there, you blinked them away and rubbed your eyes.

It wasn’t long before you were in the kitchen guzzling water and some aspirin for nausea and killer migraine that was starting to happen.

“Hey,” A hand waved in front of your face, “Hey!” The voice got louder.

You shook your head and slapped the hand away from the front of your face. It didn’t take you long to realize it was Sam, who else would it be.

“What the fuck do you want?” You snapped at him.

“I was just wondering if you wanted me to get you anything at the store?” Sam spoke in a soft calming tone. How the fuck was so calm when something like this happened a few weeks ago.

“No. I’m good.” You answered back with no emotion.

“Are you sure? You look like you could get out, you haven’t seen anybody but me since…” His voice trailed off as he realized what he was about to say.

“Like I said, Sam, I’m fucking fine. Now leave me alone.” Your shoulder collided with his as you stormed away to your room.

You opened your door and slammed it shut. It was all too much at this time, it was overwhelming you, and not in a good way. You looked around room expecting to see your normal room in the bunker, but it was different, it wasn’t your room, it was Dean’s.

You attempted to control your anger and breathing as you took deep breaths in and out. Once you felt yourself calm down more you sat on Dean’s bed, God, it even still smelled like him. The bed was halfway made and there were many scattered objects around, but that was typical Dean.

The collection of shotguns on the wall was starting to collect dust, you hadn't really had the energy, or guts to come back in this room since what happened,  and now all those feelings you’ve been trying to suppress rose back up. You couldn’t help it as tears ran down your cheeks, it was just a few until your body was wracked with heavy sobs. All of the pain you were trying to avoid rolling onto you at once. 

You laid down on his bed, and found a little bit of comfort in it, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You sobbed into the pillow, leaving tear stains behind.

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It was about 5 am when you woke up and rubbed your swollen puffy eyes. You could definitely go for a cup of coffee, and a side of rum with that.

You walked into the kitchen when you noticed Sam sitting at the table eating leftovers and scrolling his computer (probably searching for a spell to bring Dean back.)

He said nothing as you wandered in and poured a cup of coffee, but you could feel his worried eyes look at you.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Sam tried to spark a conversation.

“You’re not my therapist.” You blatantly said as you reached for the bottled of spiced rum next to the fridge, you took a gulp from the bottle and then put a little (a lot) in your coffee mug.

“It’s a little early for rum, isn’t it?”

You slammed the bottle of rum on the counter, “Sam,” You spun around to face him, “you need to stop worrying about me, I am doing just fine.” You lied, and Sam could tell.

“Really? You’re not. You’re drinking all day, and passing out everywhere, you’re not fine.” Sam was genuinely concerned, his eyes were sincere and full of concern.

“I’m fine.” You firmly stated and turned around to add more rum to your coffee, if it even was that by now.

“No, you’re hurting. But so am I, we can get Dean back if you get better and help me.”

“You know what Sam?! There is no getting him back! He is dead! Dean is dead and you can’t bring him back!” Your voice was loud, angry, cold, and obviously full of hurt. “So stop trying to fucking fix it, okay?”

Sam held his head down and looked at the ground as if he was  a puppy being punished, he felt bad for letting you down, but he also bad for the fact that he let you get this way and didn’t try to help sooner.

You took your mug with you and went to the library, you sipped your drink and started to think.

There really was no way to bring him back, there was absolutely no way. You tried, Sam tried, it’s been months, and nothing has changed, Dean’s still dead.

You don’t even know where he is, he could be in heaven, hell, or a ghost and the thought of Dean in pain was terrifying you.

But there is no way Dean could come to you, so you guessed, you’d just have to him.

You pulled out a piece of paper from one of the random notepads lying around and jotted down what Sam needed to know, it wasn’t a long note, just a few simple words why, that’s all he needed to know.

If this was how it was gonna go down you thought to mind as well go down with a bottle in your hands.

Picking up the expensive bottle of scotch that Dean cherished so much, you twisted open the lid and began to gulp down the liquid. The burn of the alcohol traveled from your throat to throughout your body. 

You made your way down halls slowly, taking in everything around you, you wanted to remember this place before you went.

When you reached Sams room you put the note on the ground in front of the door where his foot would step.

You opened your door and were met with the smell of booze, and dirty laundry, you didn’t care though, it’s not like you would be living in that room anymore.

You didn’t think it would be this hard, but it was, you looked at that one photo you loved so much, the one with whipped cream on your noses, it was such a lovely memory, it was back when things were simple, back when you were happy and Dean was alive.

Tears were beginning to form in your eyes, it didn’t matter anyway, you reached for the drawer next to your bed and pulled the custom pistol the Dean gave you.

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“Y/n!” Sam walked by his room and thought look normal, until a yellow-colored note caught his attention.

He bent down to pick up the piece and read what it said…

Dear Sam,

I’m sorry… for what I’ve done, for what has happened, everything. If I could have been there I may have been able to save him. You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve this life or pain. I Didn’t mean to be a bitch, it just happened. One day you will see your big brother… but I just couldn’t wait.

-Y/n

“Damn it Y/n.” Sam muttered as he ran his way up and down the halls checking every room for you.

“Y/N!” He called out. “Y/N, Don’t do it!”

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You barely heard Sams pleas, you could only hear the raging thoughts in your head, the good and bad ones.

It was time now, you slid back against the end frame of your bed and leaned your head back against the wood.

“I am so sorry.” You whispered as tears rolled down your cheeks.

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“Damn it Y/N! Where are you?!” Sam called out frantically as he was reaching closer to your room.

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You unlocked the pistol and aimed it at the side of your head, the cold metal barrel of the gun was pressed against your temple firmly as you took a sniffly deep breathe in.

“I’m sorry.” You closed your eyes and pulled the trigger.

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Sam ran towards the sound of the gunshot in an instant, he sprinted towards your door and slammed it open. And now he wished he didn’t, your blood amongst your brains was splattered against walls, and your body slumped over on the ground with a photo and a gun next to you.

“Y/N!” He immediately ran to you and fell on his knees, cradling your head in his lap, he knew you were dead, but he was trying to keep the hopes of you being alive, even though he already knew that chance was impossible. But you had to be alive, you wouldn’t leave him alone, would you?

Sam took a shaky breath, “It didn’t have to end this way.” His voice cracked as he came to the realization that he was now completely alone.

[okayyeli]

oh, baby! | jjk (07)

pairing: reader x jjk

genre: fluff, angst, humour, ceo au

summary: a social media interactive au where a hypothetical situation sets you on a highly illegal quest to help out a friend.

parts:  one  ★  two  ★  three  ★  four ★  five  ★  six  ★ seven ★

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jungkook isn’t coping well. 

He knows this, yet every single time he remembers what he’s done, he panics. It surges through him like wildfire, the severity of the situation, the consequences, the future and oh god, what if his father finds out? 

His grip on the vodka bottle tightens as he brings it to his mouth and downs a bit more, tilting his head back as the rush electrifies him, slowing his racing thoughts a tad more. 

“You’re going to poison yourself at this rate, Kook, slow down.” The younger looks up at the source of sound, eyes zeroing in on Jimin, the older staring down at him with a frown. “I’m serious man,” he grabs the bottle from Jungkook, ignoring his groan of protest, “you have to deal with this like the adult you are.” 

“I got a woman pregnant, Jimin,” he slurs, “and I’m twenty-fucking-two. I don’t know how to deal with this like an adult.” 

“Well, for starters,” Jimin places the bottle on his end of the table as he takes a seat opposite Jungkook, “consider some options. You could just pay child support and distance yourself, you could pay her off with some silence money, you could even ask her if she wants to keep the child—” 

“Absolutely not!” Jungkook is pointing at Jimin’s left temple, but his tone is firm. “I am n-not going to force her into abortion.” 

“I wasn’t suggesting that, I’m saying you should ask her what her take on all of this is. She’s young too, I doubt she’s ecstatic about being a mother. This concerns the both of you, especially given you’re reputable people. You bolted when you found out, which is making you looking pretty shitty cause it’s been a week. Talk it out. Start there.” 

“I’m not ready to be a father,” the younger wails, “why can’t I just keep it in my pants? Stupid, s-stupid me! I’m so weak for women!” He falls on his back, the soft, plush cushions of the sofa decreasing the impact as they mould to his frame. “I’m doomed.” 

“Alright, I’ve had enough of this pity party. Where’s your phone?” Jungkook pulls out his phone, obediently handing it to Jimin with an expression akin to that of a scolded puppy. “Don’t do anything stupid.” 

“Yeah, I won’t,” Jimin scoffs, “you should’ve followed that advice at the party, you idiot. Okay, now shut up, I’m going to make a call.” The taller hums in response, murmuring incoherent nonsense to himself as Jimin dials your number. 

You answer on the fourth ring, voice a little breathless as you say, “Hello? Jungkook?” 

“Actually, this is his best friend, Jimin.” Under his breath, he adds, “I’m basically a glorified goddamn assistant.” 

“Hi, Jimin,” you sound slightly alarmed, “is everything alright?” 

“Yes, yes, Miss Miller, everything’s peachy. I’m calling you on Jungkook’s behalf, he’s been booked all week and hasn’t had a chance to contact you, I’m sorry.” 

“No, it’s alright, I understand it’s rather difficult to process. I’ve been struggling myself. Is he busy at the moment?” 

“Yes,” Jimin answers quickly, “yes, he’s meeting with his father. At midnight. It’s their thing.” 

“Oh, did he tell him—” 

“Absolutely not, Miss Miller, he wouldn’t dare. Anyway, I know it’s rather late, I only called to arrange a meeting. Are you free this coming Tuesday, around eight p.m for dinner? The two of you have a lot to discuss.” 

At this, Jungkook begins to vocalize his protests rather loudly, to which Jimin shoots him a glare and places his palm atop his face to silence him, forcefully shoving his head into a cushion. 

“What was that?” 

“Nothing! That was nothing, your answer?” 

You clear your throat, voice breaking as you say, “Yeah I, I can make it. The Ruby Grill again?” 

“No.” He quickly mutters, “I doubt he’s ever going back there again.” He says to you, “No, not the Ruby Grill. I’ll have him text you the details by Sunday. I hope you two figure this out and come to a reasonable compromise, Miss Miller. Sorry to have disturbed you, good night! Sweet dreams!” 

He hangs up and removes his palm from Jungkook’s face as the younger had begun to lick him in an attempt to free himself. 

“Why are you so annoyingly unhinged when you’re drunk?” He groans, wiping his hand down his pants as he grabs a cushion and smacks Jungkook with it. “You brat, why am I doing all of this for you?” 

“I can’t go home!” Jungkook pouts, “Pa will murder me if he f-finds out.” 

“Yes well, you’re making a mess out of my sofas, so get your ass up to the guest bedroom. I’ve left you some pills and water for you, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Get some rest. You’ve got one hell of a storm to battle through.” 

“I’m scared, Minnie,” the younger whispers, doe eyes glossy, “I’m scared I’ll fuck this up.” 

“There’s no way not to fuck this up, buddy,” Jimin smiles, “the important thing is that you handle it privately and quickly. Whatever you decide to do, I’ll support you. Just, just don’t make this anymore difficult, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

“Good. Now, go to bed. I’ll figure out where you’ll meet her on Tuesday.” 

As Jungkook gets to his feet, he shoots Jimin a lazy smile. “You’re, you’re the best, Jimin.” And then he’s trudging his way upstairs to the guest bedroom.

“I know I am.” Jimin sighs, rearranging the cushions as he pulls out his laptop. “The things I do for you, honestly.” 

                                                           + + +

You’re sick. 

It isn’t the occasional cough or sneeze, you are bed-ridden, highly feverish and nauseous, and it’s a Friday night. Irene had offered to come over and take care of you and you fiercely refused, afraid you’d spread it to her and cause problems with her pregnancy. 

A part of you is slightly regretting that choice, because now you’re painfully ill, lying in bed alone and onto the third season of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, though you suppose the show is the only positive aspect of your day. 

Because everything else sucks. 

Your throat is dry and hoarse from coughing, nose stuffed and easily irritable, causing you to tear up every other minute. Which means of course, your left eye is swollen from constantly tearing up; to top it all off, your body temperature has you believing you’ve entered the seventh circle of hell. But hey, at least the migraine’s died down. 

“I’m a sad, sad person.” You whisper, coughing a little as you reach for your glass of water.

You have no idea if you’ll get better in time for your meeting with Jungkook on Tuesday, especially considering it’s only three days away. The thought of it makes you writhe with anxiety, because you know it’s going to consist of discussing your next move. There’s a looming, imminent fear of him wanting a paternity test carried out that has you sweating, a) considering you are deathly afraid of needles and b) because you are not pregnant and hence the paternity test won’t work. 

Hey, maybe this fever will take you before you have a chance to dig yourself in further! Maybe by the time you’re found, you’ll already be explaining yourself to the devil himself because there’s no way you’re ever going to see the light after executing something so absurdly extreme. 

You’re just about to shut the T.V off and take a nap to silence your thoughts when your phone rings, startling you slightly. Gingerly, you reach over and pluck the device from your bedside table and answer without checking the caller ID, assuming it’s Irene checking up on you. 

It’s obviously not Irene. 

“Hey, I’m doing better now, don’t worry—” 

“You’re sick?” 

You freeze. That voice, it’s definitely too deep for Irene’s timbre. Nah, nah it can’t be, surely your luck isn’t so fucked that—

“Hello? Are you okay?” 

—of course it fucking is. 

“Hi, Jungkook!”  You try your best to brighten up your voice, but find it extremely difficult when a familiar irritation begins to ring at the back of your throat. 

“Hey, hey, you don’t sound so good. You’re sick, aren’t you?” 

The cough you’re struggling to hold back forces its way out, leaving you to sigh in defeat. “Yes,” you admit in defeat, “yes I’m sick.” 

“And you’ve got someone taking care of you, right? I’ll drop by to get you some medicines, you’ll be alright—” 

“No, Jungkook,” you counter softly, “I can't take any medication, remember? I also can’t risk spreading it to people, so I’m alone. I just need to sleep through it, I’ll be okay soon enough.” 

“You’re, you’re alone?” His tone is one of pure shock, to which you raise an eyebrow. “Yes, because I can’t risk spreading it to someone else, I—” 

“I’m coming over.” 

“Wait, what?” 

“You live close by anyway, right? I’ll bring some stuff over and help you out. I’ve got a strong immune system, so I’ll be fine.” You immediately panic, scrambling to find some kind of excuse to keep him away. “No! No, there’s absolutely no need to come over, Kook, listen to me, I’m fine! I can handle it, seriously, don’t risk it.” 

“I promise I’ll be a good nurse, trust me. It’s just not wise for you to be alone. Besides, if do end up catching it, I can heal quickly because I can take medication. Let me help you, I just—I just kind of don’t like that you can’t use anything to speed up your recovery process. Plus, I’ll be good company too!” 

Okay, well, fuck. 

He’s got you backed into a corner, albeit unintentionally. The more you refuse him, the more he’ll insist, and eventually, he’s going to get suspicious. And hey, if you decide to come clean while there’s still an inkling of a chance, maybe he’ll go soft on you because you’re sick! 

Yeah, you definitely need to sleep. 

“Okay,” you finally reply, hearing him hum in glee, “okay, fine. You know the complex, right? I’m on the twenty-second floor, apartment two-two zero one. I’ll buzz you in.” 

“Great, I’ll be there in five.” 

He hangs up shortly after, leaving you to lie in bed with a groan, wondering why the universe is so hellbent on punishing you when you’re sure a fate much worse awaits you at the end of this ride. 

                                                           + + +

“Okay, so, make sure she’s drinking hot soups, and some easily digestible solids if she’s feeling up to it. Keep her hydrated at all times, and help regulate her body temperature. She’s bound to have bouts of chills and then feel hot, so keep some extra blankets and a cold compress nearby. Also, make sure you’re constantly sanitizing yourself to decrease chances of you catching it. If she’s not getting any better by Sunday, I’ll come over to check if everything’s okay.” 

“Thank you,” Jungkook exhales in relief, “thank you, you’re the best!” 

“Yeah well, you kind of have to be if you want a medical degree,” Seokjin chuckles, “just make sure she’s comfortable, alright? You can explain why you’re so concerned about this woman later.” 

It’s because she’s pregnant, Jungkook wants to say, and I’m fucking terrified. 

Instead, he says, “Yeah, I will. I’ll keep you updated through text, alright? Get back to me when you can.” 

“Sure, my shift ends early today, so I’ll get back to you on time. Good luck, and remember to sanitize.” 

“Yeah, Dad, I got it.” Jungkook rolls his eyes as Jin begins to chide him for being disrespectful when he was ‘saving his ass’ and being ‘generous enough to give him advice’ and that he could ‘potentially kill this woman if he didn’t have the right knowledge’ and finally that ‘he was going to beat his ass if he called him dad’. 

Finally, as he’s pulling into his parking spot, Jungkook manages to get off the phone with Jin, laughing to himself as he does so. His friend had always had a dramatic flair, and loved to bicker every chance he got. 

However, Seokjin was one of the most renowned doctors in the medial field, and Jungkook trusted him with his life. The older man had spent years on his passion and he was amazing at it, making him the pride of his family. 

And it was through him that Jungkook had met Hoseok and Yoongi, the hand-in-hand pair of cheery and composed, energetic and calm. He smiles at the memory of the two together, always in sync and seeming to share one mind when it came to their work. 

“Who are you off to see, sir?” 

He gives the receptionist a bright smile, silently admiring the sleek look of the complex you lived in. He gives the man at the desk your name, then signs his own on the guestbook and makes his way up, pulling his phone out to text you as the elevator surges upward. 

It’s only as he's walking down the hallway towards your apartment that you respond, telling him you’ll buzz him in once he rings the bell. Jungkook notices that there are only a maximum of four apartments on this floor, and he immediately realizes you live in a penthouse. 

The complex is close by to where he lives, so it’s on the wealthier side of the city, although not too close to the private estates. He gathers you must be one hell of a consultant as he rings the doorbell, hearing a whirring sound seconds later as a ding sounds and the door unlocks.

He enters slowly, immediately finding himself drawn to the advanced technology of the place, The door locks automatically behind him, the small screen above the handle now blaring red. The lights turn on as he moves, removing his shoes. 

Jungkook hears you faintly calling for him, and follows the sound of your voice, silently marveling the place as he does so. It’s a mix of modern, minimalist and urban, with lots of small decorative pieces and abstract paintings adorning the walls, either mounted or atop shelves. He thinks it’s so you, and that you’ve got great taste. 

When he enters your bedroom, he’s surprised at how similar it’s laid out to his own. There’s a queen sized bed at the center, with floor to ceiling windows to your right. As he walks further in, he sees a mahogany desk on the left side, papers strewn atop beside a rose gold MacBook. 

The last thing he registers before shifting his attention to you is how cold the room is. He remembers Seokjin telling him that your body temperature was bound to fluctuate and only speaks to you after increasing the temperature on the thermostat. 

“You’re going to make it worse by keeping your room so cold, you know.” He pulls your desk chair beside your bed to take a seat, fixing you with a warm gaze. “How did you even manage by yourself for so long?” 

“I just kept telling myself it was a couple more steps,” you reply hoarsely, “and it kinda worked.” He smiles, shaking his head. “It’s great that you’re so independent, _______, but it’s okay to ask for help sometimes.” 

“I told you,” your tone is whiny, “I couldn’t—I couldn’t risk spreading it to someone else. You didn’t have to come here.” 

“But I’ve done this before,” he gives you a teasing smile, “remember? You were always prone to intense colds during winter, and I was always the one who took care of you.” 

At the memory, you manage a weak smile. It’s so vague to you, the only thing coming to your mind is Jungkook sitting by you with a cold compress, keeping you engaged in conversation until you slept. 

“I guess h-history is repeating itself, hm?” You clear your throat, shifting away a little and patting the space beside you. “Might as well sit next to me then.” He playfully cocks an eyebrow at this, saying, “Wow, weren’t you against me falling sick too?” 

“I’ve warned you several times,” you shrug, “if anything happens it’s on you and I’m definitely gonna tell you I told you so. Plus, I could use the body warmth, it is starting to get pretty cold in here.” 

 He laughs in response and obliges, sitting upright beside you as he adds, “Looks like I’m going to be the one who gets to say ‘I told you so’ first. I told you so!” 

“Shut up!” You smack him lightly as you too follow suit and sit upright beside him. The chill hits you almost immediately and you tug the second blanket you kept underneath up to your chin, shivering slightly.

There’s a moment of silence, wherein Jungkook’s expression slowly grows solemn as he remembers your last interaction. He’d panicked and bolted the second the check had been covered. 

And then he’d left you with no response for a week. 

“Hey,” his voice is soft, “I’m sorry I reacted so harshly. I pretty much scrambled to get out of there and I kept you waiting for a whole week. It’s not an excuse, I promise, I just needed to process and cope and I wasn’t really doing either of those very well. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have acted the way I did.” 

“It’s okay, Kook. It’s a lot to take in. I understand, and I forgive you.” You smile up at him, and Jungkook can see you at twelve, when you were a few inches taller, smiling down at him the exact same way. Your eyes crinkle slightly at the corners just the same and that’s how he knows you’re being sincere. 

“Thank you. I promise moving forward, I’m going to be as mature and level-headed as possible.” 

“You’re not going to tell me I should get rid of it?” 

“No. Never. That is up to you and it will always be. This was a two-person job, and I refuse to make it so that one person carries the full weight of it. I will never, ever pressure you into anything you aren’t comfortable with. You have my word.”

You stay silent for a moment, fighting back the guilt rising within you. Here you have the kindest and most understanding man sitting beside you, telling you he’s ready to support whatever decision you make with a non-existent baby. 

And he’d also asked for your forgiveness, which you had no right to give in the first place. You know for certain if the roles were reversed and you’d found out the truth, you’d never be able to forgive someone for manipulating you that way. 

The way you’re manipulating him. 

“_______, hey, hey,” Jungkook turns his head fully to face you, expression one of concern. “Please don’t think about it right now. Neither of us are ready to dive into the technicalities, and it’s hardly the time either. We’ll cross that bridge when we’re ready, okay? One thing’s for sure, you aren’t going to go through this alone.” 

The guilt is getting stronger now, chest tight as you lower your head, too weak to meet his gaze. You really don’t deserve any of this, his concern, patience and kindness. You know it, but he doesn’t, and it makes it all so much more painful. 

Sensing your sinking mood, Jungkook grabs the remote beside you and says, “Okay, let’s continue watching whatever it is you were wa—Brooklyn Nine-Nine? It’s my favourite show! Yes, you’re on the The Audit!” 

“I’m rewatching, it’s gonna be a long road to season six after all.” You manage a genuine smile, turning to face the T.V. “I love the Halloween episodes.” 

“Who doesn’t? And, not to sound like an absolute fanatic but hey I am one—I can recite the whole monologue from The Box word for word.” Jungkook looks pretty smug, and so you turn to him with a raised eyebrow, stretching your hand out to select The Box from the list of episodes. “Those are bold words, Jeon. Prove it.” 

“Forward to that part and I’ll do just that. That’s right,” he’s grinning, “I’m about to monologue, son.” 

And you very quickly find, he does know the whole monologue word for word, even getting the inflection on each ‘oh damn!’ perfectly right. You then spend the next hour or two watching your favourite episodes, laughing and making commentary on the best parts. 

You fall asleep at around one-thirty, at which point Jungkook slips out of your bed, taking a seat on your desk chair and draping a blanket over himself. He finds it’s pretty comfortable if he places a pillow on the right armrest and lies horizontally. 

He knows you won’t mind if he shares your bed, but he truly cannot risk catching a fever so close to his scheduled hell Monday of board meetings. So he dozes in and out of sleep, catching you every single time you rouse to get something without his help. He helps you cool down with a cold compress when your body temperature flares, and tucks you in neatly when you begin to shiver. He’s tempted several times to get you some cough medicine, but he’s not sure what’s safe and what isn’t, so he settles for the lemon and ginger lozenges he finds in your drawer and hands them to you when the coughing gets bad during the night. 

It’s around five forty-five a.m when he’s roused by you shifting in your sleep, murmuring something incoherent with your eyebrows furrowed. He shakes his head, trying to wake himself up as he registers your shifting getting more vigorous, your murmurings growing louder. 

And he remembers—you’re a sleep talker. 

“I’m sorry,” your voice is now a whisper, “I’m so sorry.” 

He frowns. Are you having a nightmare? He’s been told that people should be allowed to sleep through nightmares, but he doubts it’s effective, considering how you seem pretty distressed.  

“I’m sorry!” Your voice grows louder, breaking slightly at the end. “No, n-no don’t l-leave!” 

Jungkook adjusts himself into a vertical position, sitting upright with the blanket around him as he leans forward, taking your outstretched hand in his own as he softly says, “Shh, it’s okay, no one’s leaving. _________? If you can hear me, it’s Jungkook. I’m sitting right here. No one’s leaving, alright? You don’t need to apologize either.” 

“I’m sorry.” Is all you say in response. 

“You don’t have to be, sweetheart,” he coos, “there’s nothing you need to apologize for.” 

Your shoulders begin to relax. 

“Good, there we go, that’s it. You can hear me, hm? I’m right here. No one’s leaving you, ________, no one. I’m here. I promise I’m here.” He continues this way, until you’re fully relaxed, breathing no longer erratic and panicked, but slow and drawn out. With a sigh, Jungkook leans back against chair, hand still holding your own as his voice slips into decrescendo. 

“I’m...not...leaving.” 

When you woke up later that morning, amidst the residual fear from a nightmare you couldn’t recall, you feel the slightest, strangest feeling of comfort, stemming from a distant voice promising you it wasn’t leaving.