#she did devour the souls of practically innocent guys

[watcherwithathousandeyes]

#GraceChastityDidNothingWrong

[gubes-sweaters]

Mind, Body, and Soul 2

Authors note: This is a Spencer Reid AU started by @subspencer​. I got their permission to use the concept of this AU and all credit for the idea goes to them. I debated on when this story would take place either in 2020 or 2003 when Spencer would’ve actually been 22. I decided it’s going to take place in 2020 but all characters in criminal minds would be the same age in the story that they would’ve been in 2003 (if that makes any sense at all). I’m only mentioning this because the BAU will be a part of this story and besides Cat, Lindsey, Spencer, and Penelope all of the other characters will be canon. 

Content Warning: Drug use(weed), drinking, swearing, kidnapping(not really the reader just gets scared)

Word Count: 2.8K

You can find part one here

Chapter 2: A “Germ Thing”

Does someone ever get on your nerves for literally reason? Like you can’t put a finger on it but for some reason, you could rationalize hitting them. Maybe it’s just a me problem or maybe it’s a Spencer Reid problem. Spencer is one big problem because on one hand I just want to hand over my soul to him and to stare at his puppy dog eyes even though I just met the guy. On the other hand, I can’t help but think I’m just another notch in his bedpost. Despite his all of the sudden sweet demeanor I keep replaying the little make-out session I saw earlier that led to god only knows what. I’m constantly debating either to kiss him or hit him in his stupid but cute smug little face. I decided right here right now that Spencer Reid will be the death of me. I probably look out of my mind thinking about this as Penelope is giving each of us a solo cup and pouring us a drink for never have I ever. 

“(y/n)?” Penelope says while trying to grab my attention by waving her hand in front of my face.

“Y- yeah what’s up?” I stutter back as quickly as possible because now I’m very aware that Spencer is slowly but surely making his way towards my inner thigh.

“You spaced out on us for a minute is everything all right?” Penelope asked being genuinely concerned for me.

“Never better.” I replied before smiling because I know Penelope is just trying to be a good friend.

“Okay, so are we going to play or are we all going to hold hands around a fire while singing kumbaya.” Cat muttered out while giving me a side-eye.

“Yeah that sounds like a great idea Catherine.” Spencer snipes back while squeezing on my thigh. I couldn’t tell if it was a reflex out of anger or if it was to comfort me because Cat clearly has some disdain for me and Spencer.

“Okay, so... I'll go first never have I ever went skinny dipping” One girl out of the group named Layla who was sat on the other side of Spencer chirps up clearly trying to dissolve any tension in the room.

Pretty much everyone had a look on their face that said “obviously” except for me. After everyone took a sip of their drink their eyes wandered towards me. I just shrugged and attempted to move on. Growing up going to a catholic school where nuns compare your virginity to objects to scare the shit out of you doesn’t leave you much room to do anything fun like that. We went around the room and everything was just now becoming no longer awkward then we got to Cat.

“Never have I ever hooked up with more than two people in one night” She said while darting her eyes at Spencer.

Spencer sighed and looked at her basically giving her a silent “fuck you” before taking a sip of his drink. After he cringed at the bitter taste of his drink he squeezed my thigh again. Cat spotted it immediately and of course, had to open her loudmouth.

“Looks like you’re really going for a world record there aren't ya Spencie.”

“You know what let’s all take a breather bec-” Penelope cut in before it could get any worse. She’s someone who hates confrontation, especially between her friends.

“That sounds great!” I say cutting her off, so I can get out of this hellhole as fast as possible, before brushing Spencer's hand off of me and hopping up from the couch.

Everyone quickly disperses to get away from the situation as fast as possible. Three people make excuses to go home partly because that was the most awkward yet hostile thing a person could witness and partly because it’s almost four in the morning. I walk off towards the kitchen once again to get water in attempts to sober up as much as possible before going home. Even though everyone else wasn’t really anything more than buzzed because we were taking sips out of a cup instead of taking shots. I’m a huge lightweight and I’d rather not test my ability to drive like this. As I crack open a bottle of water I feel a tap on my shoulder. I was surprised when I turned around and I didn’t see Spencer but instead it was a guy I’ve never met before. He sat next to Layla, but we never talked to each other until now. 

“Hey, I didn’t mean to spook you. I’m Josh by the way.” He introduced himself with a big smile, and then he extended his hand out to me. He was cute not as tall as Spencer, but still taller than me. He had sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

“Hi my name is (y/n)” I say as I reach out my hand to shake his hand, but it didn’t quite get there because the handshake was intercepted by a third hand.

“And I’m Spencer.” He quickly cuts in and shakes Josh’s hand. I have to take a quick step back because he shoved himself between me and Josh. I then step around Spencer to see the interaction between the two of them.

“Um hi?” He says with a confused look on his face. You can tell Spencer had a good grip on his hand and is shaking his hand way longer than necessary. It looks like his grip just keeps getting tighter and tighter until Josh starts to wince. Soon enough Spencer finally lets go of the poor guy’s hand. Josh couldn’t have booked it over to Penelope to say goodbye literally any faster.

“What happened to your little “germ thing?”” I ask while giving him a look of total irritation. Spencer was clearly peeved by me talking to another guy even it’s an innocent little handshake.

“I still have a germ thing but I just thought I’d introduce myself.” He says innocently while he wipes his hands on his pants before stuffing them in his pockets.

I turn around in attempts to ignore him, and when I do realize I’m now trapped in my own personal hell. I turn around and now there's just five of us me, Penelope, Spencer, Cat, and a girl who was sitting next to Cat the entire time. So I can either talk to one of my best friends, but she's sat next to two girls who are looking like they’re about to devour me or I can talk to the guy who is irritating the shit out of me. Looks like I’ll take my chances in the lion’s den. I walk over to Penelope and sit down on the couch. When I sit down I realize that this girl and Cat are holding hands and are acting very cuddly (which you wouldn’t expect from Cat because of her bitchy demeanor). I figured they’re probably dating and my suspicions were confirmed when she introduced herself to me.

“Hi, I’m Lindsey. I’m Cat’s girlfriend” She says while waving at me. It’s odd because it looks like Lindsey looks like a genuinely sweet girl, but Cat is playing her like a fiddle, so she will act in any sort of way that Cat wants. Even it means being stand-offish to people you don’t even know. Shortly after Spencer walks out of the kitchen and sits right next to me and instead of attempting to be subtle in any sort of way he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me so close to him I’m practically on his lap.

“Okay, as much as I love all of my friends It’s now four am and a girl needs a little beauty rest. Is everybody okay to drive home? If not you’re more than welcome to stay the night.” I couldn’t tell if she was serious or if she was trying to end this night before it got any worse. Meanwhile, Spencer and Cat look like they could maul each other any minute. We all agree that it’s okay and say our goodbyes to Pen. Cat and Lindsey leave right away but I loitered around for another minute or two just to make sure I’m good to drive. I hear the front door open and close once more. I figured that it was Spencer deciding he wasn’t getting anywhere with me, so he left. I eventually say goodbye to Penelope and make my way out the door. I suddenly remember I had to park in a parking lot across the street because Penelope only has one visitor parking spot. Most people took a vacant parking spot or parked on the side of the street, but there was absolutely no room for me to do that. I wrap my arms around myself because I’m only wearing a skirt and a thin sweater which in retrospect was absolutely stupid considering its fall in DC. I can’t help but feel like I’m being followed or at least like someone's eyes are on me. I start jogging because I wasn't about to take any chances. My jogging is more like very fastly walking because let’s face it, I have the athletic ability of a sloth. I’m only a little bit away from my car when I hear footsteps. I immediately start to try and unlock my car, so I can hop in as fast as possible. Of course, as luck would have it my car wouldn’t unlock because I was supposed to change the stupid battery a week ago.

“Fuck you shitty car and your shitty remote.” I mutter to myself. I’m only about a foot away from my car when I feel a hand firmly grasp my shoulder and I do the only thing I could think of which was scream bloody murder. As I start to scream whoever is behind me puts their other hand over my mouth.

“Shhh it’s okay. Everything is okay It’s just me.” I immediately recognize the voice. When they let me go I turn around and shove them.

“Fuck you Spencer why did you do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack I thought I was going to die you dick.” I shout at him before turning around and going to stick my key in the car door.

“I’m sorry I called for you when I saw you walking out of Penelope's apartment building but you clearly didn't hear me. I didn’t want you to take off without me, so I tried running to catch up with you.” He apologized, but he was clearly not super sincere because he was trying so hard not to smile or bust out laughing.

“Well, go on then what do you want?” I ask while standing there with my car door cracked while I’m waiting to get in the car.

“My friend who I came here with wanted to take a girl home. I no longer have a ride home and I thought I’d figure it out before I was going to leave but I didn’t I guess.” He says kinda shyly in attempts to ask me for a ride without actually asking me.

“Do want a ride?” I sigh because I know he already has me wrapped around his finger.

“Yes please.” He says while giving me puppy dog eyes obviously to try and make me forget that two minutes ago I thought I was going to be kidnapped.

“Hop in then” I gesture for him to get in the passenger seat. We close the car doors almost in unison then I start my car. I ask him for his address while pulling out my phone, but he insists that he can give me good directions and I don’t need to get directions from my phone.

“Whatever you say Sherlock” I roll my eyes at him while I start to pull out of the parking lot. Spencer starts fiddling with things in my car while he gives directions. He flips on the radio and changes the channels about fifty times before getting bored and turning it back off. Soon enough I pull into the parking lot of his apartment building. Pulling into the parking lot is a bittersweet moment because I’m not sure if I’ll ever see him again, and overall I had a fun time tonight mostly because of him despite all of the awkwardness. On the other hand, somehow this man knows how to push all of my buttons and is able to get on every single last one of my nerves, so I couldn’t be happier to say goodbye. I put the car in park and look at him to say goodbye. I look over, and he’s looking for something but I'm not sure what he’s looking for. He starts to pull everything out of his pockets and places them on my dashboard. Out of his front pockets, he pulls out some pocket change, a money clip, and a plastic bag with a rolled joint in it. Out of his back pockets, he pulls out his wallet then searches through it. After that, he pulls out an iPhone, two lighters, and a condom. Really classy Spencer really really classy.

“Shit” He mutters to himself before patting his front pockets once more and putting everything back in his pockets and I still can’t believe what he is about to say next, but this man looks at me dead ass in my eyes, and says.

“I lost the key to my apartment.” He looks at me with puppy dog eyes and I already know what he’s suggesting.

“Can’t you get one from your landlord or have your roommate let you in?” I suggest in attempts to avoid the inevitable.

“I live alone and my landlord wouldn’t be able to get me a new key until eight in the morning.” He says and I swear to god he intentionally pouts his lips ever so slightly. I would normally say one thousand percent no but it’s almost five in the morning now and I’m so desperate for my head to hit the pillow. I don’t have time to shoot the shit with Spencer for even another minute.

“I can let you stay the night at my place I guess.”

“I’m really sorry this isn’t a normal occurrence I promise. I feel bad because I’m a huge inconvenience right now but I’ll make it up to you, I promise someway somehow.” He says while looking at me with the same guilt as a child who broke something of their parents.

“It’s okay I won’t make you sleep out on the street.” I say before chuckling hoping to lighten the mood and to make him feel less guilty. We both laugh at the ridiculous situation as I make my way to my apartment. Turns out I only live a little bit under ten minutes from him. As I pull into my parking spot I begin to tell him I have a few terms and conditions.

“Firstly my roommates cannot know you’re here, or they’ll never let this situation go. So you can’t sleep out on the couch you’ll have to sleep in my room. Then in the morning once the coast is clear I’ll find a way to sneak you out. Deal?”

“Deal.” He repeats back while stepping out of the car.

I open the door to my apartment, and we both tiptoe to my room to avoid making any noise. Surprisingly we didn’t make any noise at all, so once we cross the threshold of my doorway I close it and lock it before telling Spencer I’ll get him a pillow and blankets to sleep on the floor. I turn around and see Spencer already took his shoes off and is already curled up under the blankets half asleep. I just give in because at this point I’m only thinking about sleep. I get my pajamas and change in my bathroom. I walk back into my room and throw back the covers and let my head hit the pillow. Just as I feel myself slipping into a deep sleep I feel Spencer throw his arm around my waist and pull me flush against his body. This is going to be one interesting morning.

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[marvelslut16]

Your usual?

Pairing: Jack Castello x reader

Synopsis: (Y/N) is a waitress at a diner down the street from Ace studios. Many aspiring actors and actresses end up there each day after being rejected. But she becomes friends with one of her regulars, Jack Castello. She falls in love with him over many cups of coffee, but will he love her back, especially since she’s only a waitress?

Word count: 2,232

Warnings: (Y/N)’s parents and best friend are assholes. Like one swear word I think. A slight sexual innuendo. 

A/n: I didn’t expect so many of you guys to like my last Jack fic! Thank you guys so much for the support, it means the world to me. Truthfully, I have a love hate with this fic, but I hope you guys like it more than I do lmao.  Obviously this spoils the plot of the show.

You worked in a little diner down the street from Ace studios, it was made from the body of an old metro dining car. Respectively named crossroads diner, you had to wonder if there was a double meaning. Alex, the owner, swears that it's named after railroad crossings; but it made you think about the whispers about men and women selling their souls to make it big here in Hollywoodland. You didn’t dwell on the name too much, it paid good money and you got good tips. So every day you wake up and put on your uniform: a blue collared dress, sensible black heels, and a little white apron.

You get a rush of customers right after noon everyday, dejected men and women in their late twenties and early thirties fill the diner. You had lots of regulars, aspiring actors and actresses coming to eat their sorrows away and drown in bottomless coffee when they don’t get picked to be a walk on. But by far, your favorite regular was Jack Castello. He always ordered a cup of coffee- black, and a cheeseburger with a side of fries. 

Jack Castello the owner of the biggest most beautiful blue eyes to ever exist. He’s so bright eyed and bushy tailed that you envy him, the joy the smallest things in this town can spark. Even though you aren’t supposed to, it's bad for business and your tips, you always find time to steal away and talk to him when he stops in. If he flashed you those blue puppy dog eyes, you swear you’d do whatever the man asked you to.

It had been months since Jack had last come in, every day you would watch the door and hope he would enter. But he never did, you wondered how he was, what he was up to these days. So when the bell jingled alerting you that another customer had entered the diner, you didn’t even bother to hope. Your coworker's infant was sick so you picked up her shift for her, so you had been on your feet for close to twelve hours now, you just wanted every customer to leave. But then you looked up and saw those bright blue eyes, and could quite literally feel your spirits rise as you smiled at Jack. 

“Well look who finally came back to visit me,” you grin, leaning on the counter that stood between you two. He had brought a friend with him tonight, who was smiling at the interaction between you and Jack. They took seats at the bar top, Jack didn’t bother to pick up one of the menus. 

“It’s been a while,” he gave you a soft smile, as you grabbed the fresh pot of coffee from behind you to pour him a cup. He just grins at you for a minute before his friend clears his throat, causing Jack to turn and smile at the man. “This is my buddy, Archie.”

“Pleasure to meet you sweetheart,” you smile politely as you shake the man's hand. “What can I get you tonight?” you lean across the counter pulling out your notepad for his order. 

“I’ll have a coffee too,” he glances at Jack who is already halfway done with his cup. You laugh, grabbing another cup for Archie before topping Jack’s off. “But other than that I’m not sure, Whatcha’ getting Jack?”

“Probably his usual, an american sizzler with a side of  hot chips?” he grins and nods at you, those big blue eyes practically glowing in excitement that you remembered what he likes. 

“It’s a cheeseburger and fries,” Jack clarifies, even though Archie had already known. You hide a smile of amusement behind your own cup of coffee as Archie gives you a look that screams are you kidding me. 

“I’ll take the same,” he says before smiling at you. 

“Great, that should be up shortly,” you grin at both men. You quickly take the note to the chef, before filling other patrons drinks. 

You don't get back over to Archie and Jack until their food is done, much to your disappointment. Luckily, most of the other customers had left so you could stay and chat with them. Jack explains, between large bites, that he became a contract player at Ace studios and that’s why he hadn’t come in in weeks. 

“Wow sugar!” you grin so wide that it hurts your face, ignoring the fact that he left a few months out of his explanation. “That’s fantastic! Something tells me you’re gonna make it big!” 

“Archie sold a script and I’m auditioning for the lead!” he practically bounces in his seat, and one glance at the silver ring on his finger reminds you that you have to ignore the way your heart flutters. 

“That's amazing! Both of you!” you turn to look at Archie now. “So what’s the script?”

“It’s about Peg Entwistle,” his face lights up as he talks, making it obvious that he truly loves writing. “The British woman who jumped off the hollywoodland sign after she got cut from the movie she was in.”

“Oh wow, that sounds interesting,” you give Archie a sad smile. “Sad, but interesting. About being an outsider,” it comes out as more of a statement than a question.

“Yeah,” Archie nods. “So tell me, (Y/N), what brought you to Hollywoodland?”

“Well, I was doing community theater with my friend back home when a talent scout approached us,” you admit for the first time, lifting a weight you didn’t know you had, off your shoulders. “He wanted the two of us to come out here, audition for pictures together. He said we had great chemistry, and liked our banter.” 

“You never told me this,” there's sadness in Jack’s eyes and you can’t figure out why, it’s not something you go around telling people.

“You two are the first people I’ve told,” you try to reassure him. “Anyway, my parents didn’t want me coming out here, they said that I would never make it. I had saved up enough money to buy a one way ticket, and had enough left over for my friend and I to split rent for a few months. My parents parting words to me were not to crawl back to them when I got rejected.”

“What happened?” Jack is leaning forward, completely invested in your story. You blink back tears at the horrid memories of the fight with your parents, and then your friend abandoning you. 

“My parents were right. I wasn’t good enough for this town, sugar. My friend is a contract player now, she’s getting pretty famous too. The moment she knew she was good, the moment people started to treat her differently because she became this larger than life character the studio made her out to be, was the moment she started treating me like shit and left me. So now I’m a lonely struggling waitress, that’s the reality of this town.”

“I’m so sorry,” Archie’s voice drips with sympathy and empathy. 

“Thanks,” you smile, but it comes out as more of a grimace. 

“You should audition for Peg!” Jack practically shouts. 

“Oh no, my acting days are way behind me,” he seems to deflate at your words. “Anyway, slice of apple pie?” you gesture behind you to the last two pieces of pie left on the serving platter. 

“You know me so well,” Jack beams at you, blue eyes round and happy again. Making your heart flutter yet again. 

“Well I have to, gotta keep my favorite customer coming back,” your smile and tone are borderline flirtatious, and so is the way you lean across the bar top to get closer to him. 

Jack gulps as his eyes flick down to your lips, acutely aware of how close to two of you actually are. Archie smirks into his almost empty coffee mug, trying not to laugh at Jack’s reaction to you. Before Jack can lean forward and close the distance between you, something he was talking himself into doing, you pull away and grab the last two slices of pie for the men. 

You run to the kitchen to grab the bowl of homemade whipped cream, just because they put it in cans now didn’t mean the diner used them. There was no way they would taste as good. You put a giant dollop on Jack’s slice, knowing how much he loves the rich topping. You offer Archie some, giving him a dollop about the same size as his friends. There was a spoonful left in the bowl, quickly checking to make sure your boss and the cook weren’t around, you devour it. You look Jack directly in the eyes as you slowly lick the fluffy cream from the spoon. He chokes on his pie and goes red in the face as he watches you. This time Archie can’t hold back his laugh. 

“You okay sugar?” you feign innocence.

It had been months since that night in the diner. Jack hasn't come in since. You read in the paper that he was cast as the love interest in the movie, now entitled Meg and following an African American woman. “Good for him,” you murmur to yourself, happy that someone with so much talent and passion got the role. That Jack got it.

“Good afternoon (Y/N),” Archie’s grabs your attention from the counter you had been cleaning.

“Hey sweetheart,” your heart falls a little when you see that the tall dark haired man next to him isn’t Jack. This man is larger, has broader shoulders, seems like he’s all brawn. “Who’s this?”

“This is Rock,” you watch the way Archie’s hand caresses Rock’s shoulder after he gave it a pat during the introduction. “He’s an actor.”

“Nice to meet ya,” you smile at how flustered the larger man gets when you lean in close to him. “What can I get you both?”

“Two of Jack’s usual,” Archie answers, Rock just sits there, still flustered. 

“Comin’ right up,” you pour them coffee and head off with their order. 

“He’s getting a divorce,” Archie tells you as you set their food down.

“Huh?” you ask, trying to get the hope bubbling in your gut to simmer down. 

“Jack and his wife, she was cheating on him,” you gasp at the news. 

“Is he okay?” your brow creases in concern.

“Yeah, he’s hurting, but he’ll be okay,” Archie sounds so sure of himself. “He wasn’t in love with her anymore, don’t think he ever was.” 

“Give him my best,” you smile sadly. “And I hope your romantic endeavors fare better than Jacks,” you give Archie a knowing look, winking at the writer.  

More months pass without Jack or Archie stopping in. You read in the papers that there's a romance blossoming between Jack and up and comer Claire Woods. You held back tears, you never would have worked anyway. You were just a waitress, Jack was always going to end up with someone better, someone as talented as him. 

Bing Crosby’s silky smooth voice plays from the jukebox in the back corner, filling the entire diner with his words. It was early yet, the rush from the studio hasn’t come in yet. The bell jingles, you go to welcome the customer when your eyes meet familiar blue ones. 

“Jack?” you ask softly, shocked that he’s there. You quickly pour a cup of coffee for him, it’s sitting on the counter before he gets to his seat. “Your usual?”

“Not today,” you look up from your pad, shocked by his words. “I’m here for a date.”

“When will she get here?” you put on a fake smile, hopefully masking your hurt. 

“I don’t have a date, I need one,” he says confidently. “For Meg’s premiere.” 

“What about someone from the movie?” you ask, wondering why he came to talk to you about this. 

“No, no one from Meg,” nervousness swims in those deep pools of blue. “So will you go with me?”

“Me?” you ask, accidentally dropping your pad of paper. 

“Yeah you,” he gives you a dopey smile. “I really like you (Y/N), and I want you to be my date.”

“But-” your mouth opens and closes like a fish. “I-I thought you were with Claire, that’s what the paper said.”

“Claire is my friend,” Jack hops onto the counter and slides over to the inside, so he’s standing directly in front of you. His hand comes up to caress your cheek, you can’t help but lean into his large warm palm. “I only have eyes for you.”

“I like you too, Jack,” he leans down, finally capturing your lips with his. The rest of the world fades away, all you can focus on is how soft and plump his lips are. After months and months of pining, you finally got to kiss him!

“So you’ll go with me?” he asks between more kisses. 

“Of course!” you pull him back to you by the collar of his shirt. 

“You have to audition for my next picture,” Jack's blue eyes are loving and sincere. 

“I’ll think about it.” 

“Now that I have my date,” the pad of his thumb soft and soothing as it slides over your cheekbone. “I’m kinda hungry.”

“I’ll get you your usual, sugar,” you peck his lips one last time before shooing him back to the other side of the counter.

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[edoardoincantiiswhipped]

I said I’m sleepy !!

Title: Yah I’m sleepy

Genre: Above mentioned words say alot actually. But yeah basically an emotional smut it is .

So this is my interpretation of what may have happened between them . Also I haven’t written anything for over two years now and my writer spirit is suddenly awake so I hope you guys enjoy it .

Pairing: Ko Mun-Yeong/ Moon Gang-tae

Warning: Literally not gonna put 18+ warning here cause even I’m not 18 yet . But who ever is uncomfortable reading smut dear this is not for you . Yeah you can still give it a try. Also I always wanted to write smut but never got the chance to , so this is my first try please be considerate.

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I love you ! I said I love you ! I love you so much !

These words have been resonating inside Mun-Yeong’s head as she kept twirling those dead flowers given by gang-tae in her hand . She was convinced that their relationship was ill fated and over just like those flowers , the pain she has caused him and Sang-Tae, the countless times she has hurt him and the way she was the reason the brothers were orphaned ; everything was coming back to haunt her and the best thing she thought to do was to leave her miserable self alone .

Without the warmth. Without the love. Without them .

Cause she thought she didn’t deserved any of it.

Her pessimist train of thoughts were interrupted by the sudden commotion at the front door . She knew who was there but she didn’t had the strength to deal with him and his sudden confession about his feelings for her right now. It was all too much to contain.

She was emotionally drained at this point.

As Gang tae entered the library , the first words he uttered after seeing Mun-Yeong were ‘I love you’. He was determined to tell her how he felt about her , how crazy he was for her and pushing him away was not the solution for their relationship . Their somewhat broken souls needed each other so that they can heal.

They needed to Start over .

Make new memories. Happy memories.

And just like the sly fox he was ; he started acting coy .

“Is that not it ? Is it something else?” he asked in his ever so innocent voice .

He totally wanted a reaction out of her that he definitely got when she frustratingly walked in his direction just to give him a threat that if he doesn’t shut up she might end up doing something to him.

This provocation has worked in his favour as there they’re on that table , bodies pressed to each other , hands wondering everywhere , tongues fighting an equally dominant battle , passion and love at its level best .

The moment their lips separated ; he attacked her neck dropping feathery kisses and sucking at it to mark some property. Offcourse she was a moaning mess right now ; all her emotions overpowered and desires let loose .

An emotional mess was a more fitting word for her.

As if sensing something was off gang tae took a breather and looked her in the eye that fierce eye bang spoke volumes of their palpitating need for each other but that sadness clouding Mun-Yeong’s eyes were worrying him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled them up; never once separating their warm bodies and breaking their intense stare down.

“ Are you okay?“ he questioned while caressing her cheek . She nodded her head and hugged him as tight as she could overwhelmed with all those emotions she practically never felt before .

“You need to stop pushing people Mun-Yeong .I’m here for you , I am here to stay.” he reassured her while drawing circles on her back ; soothing her in process.

Loosening their grip on each other ; he cupped her face and went in give her another mind numbing kiss ; full with his love for her .

When they were interrupted by his phone’s ringtone .Offcourse nobody wanted them to ravish each other in peace. From that stupid deer to whomever that person on the other line was. Today there was no holding back on gang tae’s side . He for once wanted to let his emotions run free. But right now he still needed to take that call.

It was his hyung( big brother) ; asking him that whether he made up with Mun-Yeong or not and informing him that he was going to stay at that rooftop house so that they can makeup peacefully.

“And remember.... A kiss is better than a fight.” Sang-Tae has said as his parting words.

For sure , a kiss was better than a fight , gang tae thought to himself . Especially when she looked so ravishing in that black dress of her ; it was clinging her body so perfectly that it made his pants tight . Also those kisses has inflitered his virgin body with desire and left him demanding for more. So seeing her sitting on the red couch crossed legged reading some book while pressing her thighs tightly was definitely not a helping sight.

The moment he entered the room again she immediately shifted her attention from that erotica she was reading to him ; she tried keeping the book away from his sight . How embarrassing would it be if he saw her reading that ; all her confident sexual claims would turn into a bookish fantasy she has created to keep a strong front .

Signalling him to take seat beside her , once he settled on the couch while trying to hide his obvious hard-on . She acted innocent by laying her head on his lap moving a little towards his stomach .

While caressing her hair and holding her hand they talked about his mother . Her heart felt full with happiness when he told her that she was introduced to his mother as the woman he loves but that confession didn’t help in decreasing the dampness she was feeling below ; if anything that had done was to increase it to a sexually frustrating level . She was feeling giddy and aroused at the same time.

So finally after mustering up some courage and keeping a poker face . She said ,”I’m sleepy. “ His body tensed up after hearing that. She knew her effect on him . So she continued her wordly assault .

“I said I’m sleepy “ she said again this time more boldy. His cheeks were turning red and his pupils started quievering . He knew what she meant but ...

Aish!!that sly fox has sent her to her room while saying that he would be back after bringing water . She totally knew he was not coming back until she fells asleep. While huffing and cursing under her breath , she made her way to the bedroom .

Maybe he had a kink of rejecting her or maybe he was just a coward.

Just as she was opening the door to her room , a sudden unexpected force turned her around and her lips met with an aggressive , demanding yet passionate pair of lips . There he was Moon gang-tae towering over her giving his everything to that mind numbing kiss they were sharing.

She clutches onto his shoulder and cranes upwards , as they stumble into her room together her tongue is so wet as it slips into his mouth and caresses it. Her lips were soft , her mouth was warm and wet and she tasted so damn sweet.

The way her impatient hands were trying to unbutton his shirt pulling it down his shoulders and then her fingers fumbling with his pant’s hook , right now he didn’t care about anything except her.

The way she sighed against his skin when he pulled her dress’s zipper down and those innocent sounds that left her pink mouth when he planted a wet kiss on her neck .

Peeling the dress off her body , his fingers trailed over every inch of her bare skin and then so did his mouth. Her curves perfectly fit his hands and those sinful sounds that left her , those sighs of pleasure, made him want to devour her .

And he definitely did .

Everything felt so slow , so high . As his fingers find the way to the crotch of her panties, nudge her warm centre. Fuck. The thin cotton material was already damp. She lets out a tiny whimper as he continues to caress her through the fabric .

“You’re already so wet for me.” He grumbles hoarsely.

As she crushes her mouth against his ; while palming him and grasping his hair . They move together onto the bed so she’s sprawled on her back.

She exhales breathless sigh when his fingers slip through her panties to stroke through her slick, swollen folds. His thumb found her clit while a couple of his fingers plunged into her .

Fuck...she cried tenderly.

She’s hot and wet and tight and her body made these soft , glistening sounds when he rubbed her. It was too much to take in.

All those overwhelming new experiences.

As his fingers curled inside her to hit a unknown spot.

“Gang-tae.” she breathed hoarsely, Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth fell open.

The way she choked his name all breathy like that’s the only thing word she knew , drove him crazy. It wasn’t long before she clenched and spasmed around his fingers , her entire body went rigid for a few tense moments before she released.

Their hearts were beating erratically. And need to be touched and felt by each other had levelled up.

This was the most intimate moment they have ever shared. And they both were ready to feel more.

And just like that they passionately looked into each other’s eyes ; nothing was heard but thousands of words got exchanged.

So he ever so slowly pushes himself into her warm , swollen folds.

They both gasp. And silence each other with their mouths.

His hips moved steadily but slowly against hers, his tight yet soft abdomen pressed against hers. She gently lets her legs slide further up, unconsciously wrapping around his hips, causing him to go even deeper.

Gang- tae intensely looks into her eyes.

Silently asking her if she was okay.

She hums softly in agreement, finding it hard to even form proper words, both of them completely lost in the feeling of each other as they try their hardest to savour that moment. That feeling.

His broad body was pressed against hers, allowing no air between their bodies, his deep thrusts only causing her to sink deeper into the mattress underneath .

Holy hell . She thought to herself.

A soft moan escaped her lips as he continued to hit the same spot steadily, making her feel slightly dizzy and lightheaded.

He groaned against her skin as her walls tightened around him even more, the feeling almost making him see spots. As he pulls away from her neck to watch her while the wave of final pleasure washes over mun- yeong, one of his hands reaches down to her legs and starts rubbing her clit. Turning her over the edge .

Gang tae unconsciously picks up the force of his thrusts, his eyes never leaving hers as he surrender himself to the pleasure as his own orgasm starts to quickly build up along with hers.

A louder moan left mun-yeong lips , the familiar tickling feeling building up in the pit of her stomach, the very feeling she had brought to herself before. But this time it was different; this time it was love which was getting fulfilled not just a desire.

Gang tae grunted as he felt her snug warm walls clench around him, his thrusts became slightly sloppy as it brought him closer to his climax, while he desperately tried to keep a slow but steady pace.

The way her back arched pressing her bare chest against him, the dark tips of them hard and aroused . As she came moaning breathlessly and spasming beneath him it was like nothing — he ever felt or have seen before .

Something about her about the way her fingers dug into his back and her lips trailed softly across his chin , his collar bone ; the flash of heat between her legs so impossibly tight and wet— it was beautiful and he loved every second of it.

As they snuggled their sweaty bodies into each other . They knew tomorrow morning was going to bring a new chapter of their lives together. And hopefully that chapter would be pleasant and filled with happiness.

[redemptionbaby]

The Altar is Calling| Arthur/Reader | pt.2

notes: you guys I think will get mad at me for this one lmao

word count:2569

summary: you and Arthur celebrate on your wedding night

“So, tell me about this would-be fiancé of yers, sugar,” Arthur said, his tone between playful and growling. You walked side by side in the autumnal forest on the way back to your house, hand in hand, and he swung your connected arms back and forth in amusement. He was clearly slowing himself down so you could keep pace with his longer strides. He had offered to summon forth some nightmarish steed for you both to ride, but you declined. 

Strange as you were, you were uninterested in theatrics of that caliber. 

“He’s. Uh, male. And has a face and some hair.” Arthur scoffed out a quick laugh. 

“Ain’t nothin special, I’m guessin’? Or are you just tryna spare an old devil’s feelings?” Better yet, are you tryin’ to protect this sonuvabitch from me? “That’s awful sweet of you, buttercup, but I promise you I’ve heard worse.” Your face is unreadable, which is equal parts intriguing, irritating, and nerve wracking for Arthur. Really, you’re just paying attention to the leaves that crunch beneath your heels. You make it a game to try and step on the ones that look the crunchiest. You’re very good at it. Having to think of conversation to make, or recalling any of the identifying characteristics of your fiancé, is making you worse. Arthur, who is easily at least seven feet of demon beef, leans down to be at your eye level. 

“Or maybe… you love him?” Arthur asks, eagerly awaiting the answer which could destroy him. Crush his blackened heart, shatter his damned soul like a crystal chandelier suspended by a rope in the crossfire of a heated sword fight. You stop walking and twitch your nose bizarrely. 

“Chu!” You sneeze, rubbing your nose with a sleeve, still sniffling. Arthur pauses awkwardly, unable to say ‘bless you’.

“No, nothing like that. He’s nice enough I guess, but not at all interesting, you understand. I’m sure marriage to him would have been almost infuriatingly tolerable.” Arthur has only known you for a few hours, but he can already see why someone completely ordinary would bore you to tears. This relaxes him somewhat, because he isn’t boring... Is he?

A question begins to bud on the tip of your tongue when your house comes into view at last. Arthur slides his hand beneath your chin and tips your head up, his eyes roaming over your features in adoration as his sighs. This kiss he plants on your lips is soft, gentle, and almost overwhelmingly warm. Like the tender underbelly of some great beast, the kiss implies near fatal vulnerability just beneath the surface. So of course you kiss back. He parts from you with a smile behind his eyes, and calls to you in a low whisper. You’ve never heard your name spoken so kindly. 

“Prepare yourself, sweet thing. I’ll be back come midnight to collect you for our wedding night.”

—————

Rehearsal was boring, but you were distracted, much to the displeasure of your parents and the staff. What did Arthur mean? Did he just want to hit it and quit it, or was this like, it? Were you going to pack your bags and move to hell? Not the most unappealing idea, given the current circumstances, you just would like to be more well informed. 

Your rehearsal is concluded with a lot of aggravated sighing from everyone but your fiancé, who has his patient gaze affixed to you still. Despite everything, he kisses your hand innocently and bids you goodnight. You almost felt bad about being unfaithful to him, but was there really any faithfulness to begin with, when you didn’t feel much of anything for him? His parents would just find another girl anyways, one probably much more sensible and agreeable and normal. 

After dinner and a hot bath, you retire to your room and change into your nightgown, which you’ve never really considered sexy, but you were on rather short notice and you weren’t sure what exactly to be preparing for. You aren’t really sure why you’re even thinking of this, as if what happened today wasn’t just a delusion of your hopeful romantic mind. Wouldn’t it be nice, though?

Being all warm from the bath, and your stomach full from dinner, you can feel yourself getting sleepy, and the clock is still a ways from midnight. Maybe if you sleep, you’ll dream of Arthur. Then again, when you wake up, maybe you won’t remember any of it. 

————

A clawed finger traces over your cheek lightly, trailing down to toy with the modest collar of your nightgown and the little ribbon bow that adorns it. You really are such a darling thing. Innocent, sweet. Everything Arthur couldn’t be. Everything he’d been told he could never have. 

Your eyes begin to open, and your gaze followed up the demon’s arm and shoulder, until your eyes meet his. His eyes are predatory and dark, but only as a thin veneer over his fears of absolute rejection. You were bound to him now, yes, but you weren’t mind controlled. He wouldn’t do a thing like that, no matter how lonely he got. 

“When did you get here? In my room, that is.” You grasped his hand gently and brought it back up to your cheek. It was super toasty and nice. Arthur reveled in the contact and the pleased look on your face. 

“This ain’t yer room, sweetness. We’re in my domain. Jus’ made it look like yer room so you’d feel comfortable,” he uttered, almost like he didn’t want you to hear it, in case you’d be mad. Upon closer inspection, the rosary that was kept hung next to your door was absent. It made sense that he wouldn’t recreate that detail. 

“Is this my home now, too?” You asked. 

“Only if you want it to be. I could return you to the world above if you wanted, too,” he sighed. “But you’d never be free of me. Not forever.” You rub your thumb thoughtfully, patiently along the underside of Arthur’s wrist as you childishly cling to his arm. He can’t tell if your comfort is out of affection, pity, or something else. But he knows what he wants for it to be. 

The demon sits down on the bed, seemingly bigger than your bed at home, and you sit up to be level with him. Your nightgown is caught beneath you, pulling some of the fabric taut and flush against the swell of your breasts. Unintentional or not, it doesn’t go unnoticed.

You look up and see a sudden intensity in Arthur’s eyes, accompanied by an otherworldly glow. You felt compelled to ask your unsaid question from earlier. 

“Why was your altar in the woods, waiting for someone like me?” He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, as if attempting to summon emotional strength. He wants this to work. He wants you to know all of him, and for him to know all of you. And this is as good a start as any. 

A long time ago, I was in love with a human woman, and she was in love with me, or so I like to believe. Despite how different we were, and the worlds we came from, we were in love. So we chose our favorite spot in the woods for a little ceremony, a ritual that would tie us together forever. I said my vows, but when it came to be her turn she wouldn’t look me in the eyes. I should have seen it coming from miles away, but I ignored the signs. I just wanted to be happy with someone. 

She knew that I would not and could not join her in the mortal realm and give her the life she wanted. She said that it didn’t bother her, that she still loved me, but I don’t think it ever stopped weighing on her mind. She left me at that altar. Donned a silver rosary so that any contact I tried to make would burn me. I still have the scars from trying. In the end, she decided we were too different after all.

Arthur waited for something. Pity, disgust, admonishment, anything. But all he felt was the gentle and smooth flesh of your hand, almost cool against his warm skin, cupping his cheek and going up to tangle in his hair and stroke one of your thumbs over his blackened horns. How you knew that would comfort him was a mystery. 

————-

Your scent engulfs him as he buries his face into your hair, you smell wet and wild and woodsy, like spices and potpourri alongside the scent of a rotted log turned over, one with an entire ecosystem of newts and worms and beetles subsisting on fresh, rich soil. You smell of the death that sustains life, and it endears you to the demon all the more. In you he finds the sense of love impending— of a love that hasn’t yet bloomed, but even so he can imagine it clearly. It’s intoxicating and tear-jerking. 

He looks at you with softness undefined when he asks:

“This—what’s between us. Do you feel it too?” His skin burns pleasantly beneath your palms. “I feel it— I feel it so goddamn much I could die!” He doesn’t have to explain what he means. It’s an all encompassing and infinite fire between you two. One that burns with potential and promise, like your life to this point has been waiting, and your real life has just begun. Though it may be dangerous, you can’t refuse it. 

“I feel it, Arthur. I do.” The way you utter his name like you’re coming off of a high note, like it’s been practiced in your head, shoots straight to his loins. There’s a growing urgency in your voice, and he feels his body screaming for him to respond to your needs, regardless of whether or not you know of them. The adoration in his eyes betrays the depravity he feels. 

His hands are large, warm, and calloused. They cup your cheeks as Arthur leans his entire body into you and kisses you like he’s trying to devour you. His hands trail down to the swell of your throat, the curve of your waist, the meat of your thighs, where he grips and pulls you into his lap unapologetically. Your quiet and restrained mewls are going to be the death of him. He grits out your name. 

“Baby. Angel. Tell me you want this. Tell me that and I’ll be yours.”

“Arthur, I want this. I want you.” The moment you finish he pushes his mouth against yours so hard you can almost hear your teeth click together. His mouth is raw on yours, with animalistic amounts of teeth and tongue, with passion. You feel a few hot, wayward tears against your cheeks, and you know you’re not the one crying.

The demon parts, looking at you for approval as he places his hands at the hem of your nightgown, pulling it up over your head when you nod. Your underthings are not removed with the same grace, as they’re sliced apart by the delicate work of his claws. There’s a ravenous fury in him, but he pauses to appreciate every curve and mark and pocket of fat on your innocent body, nervousness radiates off of you in waves while you tremble under the heavy weight of his gaze, clearly trying to stay brave and keep your eyes on him.

“You ever been intimate with a man before, darlin’?”

“No. I’ve only ever been kissed--”

“By who?” He blurts out, unable to contain his budding jealousy.

“Just friends. Playmates when I was young, but I fear I know just about as much now as I did then,” you trail off, averting your eyes as you submit to embarrassment. Arthur’s fingers delicately cup your chin and guide your gaze back to him.

“A virgin bride, then, how cute,” he croons, a gleam of something sadistic in his eye, but gone in an instant. “I’ll take care o’ you, promise. You’ll never know pain from me unless you wish for it.” He presses his forehead to yours, gently.

“My wife. My beautiful, sweet, strange little wife…”

The word strange had never sounded so lovely to you. It had, for as long as you could remember, made you unmarriageable and discomforting to others of your class. It was something that people called you behind your back with quieted giggles.

But coming from Arthur, it made you feel special. Like it was something wonderful no one else could have.

Your awareness returns when one of his hands finds the curve of your breast, toying with one of your nipples while he gently bites and sucks the other. His hand travels further, reaching your ass and grabbing, pulling you even closer-- right up against the bulge under the simple cloth he wears. You get your first taste of delicious friction as he begins rutting against you fervently. He thumbs your clit while he latches onto your throat, smiling at every choked moan and breath you release at the new sensation.

You soon find yourself laid gently on your back, the curtains of the canopy on “your” bed closing, much of the light going with it, but Arthur's eyes and patches of his warmest skin, like his palms and across his nose, have a faint light about them, as well as beneath the cracks of his horns.

______________

Arthur grips your thighs and guides you to wrap your legs around him as he leans forward and over you. There’s an intensity behind his eyes that’s frightening, and yet you can’t look away. His hand comes back to your cheek, and everything stops.

“What do you want?” you’re not sure what he means. The way he says it makes it seem so much deeper than just permission for sex. Tears form at his eyes once more, and they drip onto your cheeks.

“I’ll be anything for you. Just say what you want, and that’s what I’ll be.” 

An idea strikes you. A thought that made your eyes widen enough for Arthur to pause and worry. Your palm comes up to his cheek and you can feel his hot tears run down your arm. The mortification— the scathing and paralyzing fear of rejection has the demon choking down a sob. That rejection seems imminent and inevitable, with the pitiful display he thinks he’s cultivated. Who would want this? A broken down hell creature, battered and torn away from all that is strong and all that is beautiful. You would never—

“You don’t have to be ready for this. I will still have you. I will still want to be here. Relationships aren’t based in the realization of fantasy—,” you move your hands down his body to his waist, where you gently guide him from atop you to lay on his side, face to face with you. 

“This is not a play, you have no part to fulfill. You don’t have to be anyone or anything but you.”

He hates for you to see him this way, but he would feel even more pitiable and ashamed turning away from you. You scooch closer, wrapping your arms around him and pressing light kisses to his face. 

Sobs turn to full on wails, and yet you don’t let him out of your loving hold. 

[canumoveurseatup-no]

listening party

summary: he can’t get enough of you and the others like to hear it.

word count: 1.9k

pairing: bruce x black!reader 18+

warnings: straight up smut, rough sex, Daddy kink, age gap (18+), exhibitionism(?), voyeurism(?), slight subspace (pls remember subspace is different for everyone so if the descriptions in this don’t match your experience- doesn’t mean it’s wrong) this... is just about to be nasty. i have a crying during sex kink so yeah that’s in here good

a/n: i want bruce to ruin me. that is all. also, this was very last minute so i am sorry if it’s not the greatest.

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“The rabbits are going at it again, I would not suggest going down that hall” Sam warned.

“I can hear them from here- what difference does it make?,” Tony scoffed.

You were the apple of everyone’s eye, but only Bruce caught your attention in that way. You found it amusing that everyone thought Bruce couldn’t keep hulk contained in bed but you hit them with the

“Who says Hulk isn’t present anyway?,”

There was nothing extremely exclusive about you and Bruce, no dating, nothing, just him rearranging your guts whenever you two were in the mood. Everyone knew not to go anywhere near you, despite them wanting a taste.

“Are we gonna have another listening party? or are we going to mind our business this time?,” Wanda played with a straw in her cup while the others shrugged.

“I don’t know, guys,” Steve shrugged, “Don’t you feel it’s a little invasive to listen in?,”

“Invasive my ass,” Bucky chuckled to himself, “This is the closest we can get to actually being with her and don’t act like you don’t blow a nice one when you finally head to your room,”

“Buck!,” Steve frowned and scowled at his best friend putting him out there like that.

“Plus I’m sure they know. Y/N is a fan of exhibitionism so,” Natasha smacked her lips and made herself comfortable in her seat on the couch. A comfy position where she could clench her thighs together and get enough friction that she even has a mini orgasm right with you and Bruce.

“Fuck!,”

Your voice rang through the room and Tony muted the television and sat with a bowl of popcorn in his lap

“Let the show begin,”

————

Bruce pretty much had you in the shape of a pretzel, legs crossed at your calves and pushed towards your chest, the burn in your thighs was ignored as you felt Bruce deep inside.

“Hhhhhh,” you whined, “Don’t stop! fuck, please don’t stop!,”

You could never get enough of practically feeling him in your stomach. He loved watching the way your eyes rolled, he loved the way your breath hitched, he loved the way tears ran down your face because he made you feel so good you could barely comprehend it.

“You’re so fucking wet. Who did it?,” He couldn’t help but taunt you, knowing you were a good girl for him, always answering his questions despite his dick being buried deep inside you.

“You! Only you,”

“That’s right. That pussy is so wet it’s soaking onto my sheets,”

“S-sorry Daddy,”

You knew he meant it as a good thing but damn you couldn’t help but put on a show of innocence. You loved that he made you feel so small in these moments. You were a sucker for a greying, well established man who put you in your place and took you to ravish as his own.

“Look at that little pussy taking all of me in,” he groaned and you felt your walls spasming at that sound. If it were socially acceptable, you’d have his moans and groans set as your ringtones.

Bruce wasn’t abnormally huge but a good 7 inches had you swooning, especially since he was an older man that still knew how to use it.

“You’re gonna make me cum, again,” you sobbed.

Bruce smiled at your tear smeared face and hiked your hips up a little higher and that had you speaking in tongues, screaming so loud it echoed down the hall.

“That’s right, baby. Scream,” he grabbed your face in his hand and his eyes bored into your soul which was halfway fucked out of your body, “Look at me when you cum,”

“Yes yes yes!,” you wailed. You could barely keep your eyes open as your jaw dropped as your body gave in, succumbing to his ways and convulsing in an orgasm.

“Keep cumming. Love feeling your pussy pull me in,”

God, he looked so heavenly above you, hair on his chest, glistening with a layer of sweat. Your toes curled so hard they cracked and it felt like you were experiencing astral projection.

“Come back down, baby. I’m not done with you yet” he pulled out and looped his arms around your thighs to pull you right to the edge of the bed so he could bury his face right in your pussy so he could devour you until you see the planets swirling around the room.

Bruce had a skilled tongue, and the way he flicked your clit had you flinching away from him. Another pit formed in your stomach and had you grabbing for your breasts for leverage. Two of his thick fingers easily pushed in you, curling up and moving back and forth in a come her motion. It made you weak every time. Fingering was a big weakness and had you gushing each time.

“Bruce!!,” you looked down to see him smirking at you, you both knew he was your undoing, “just like that, just like that, don’t stop, baby please!,”

Your clit throbbed in his mouth and he slurped up everything you had to offer, “Fuck, I love how good you taste.”

He removes his fingers and pushed them past your lips, ever the sharer he was. Watching his pink tongue swirling around your pussy, kissing your chocolate lips, with his fingers in your mouth that were once covered in your juices until they coated your tongue had you cunning in no time. Both hands on the back of his head as you announced another orgasm.

“That’s it baby, let them hear it. Let them know who you belong to,”

———

“Daddy, fuck!,”

“I told you they knew!!,” Steve hisses, “Now they’re gonna think we’re perverts for listening,”

“We literally get off on hearing them fuck- though I doubt they’re thinking that of us- they wouldn’t be wrong,” Tony adjusted himself in his jeans, and rested his head back against the back of the couch with a scotch in hand, “Little dove knows how much we wanted her so of course she’s gonna beg him to bang her brains out, it makes her loud and if she’s loud, we hear and if we hear, we crave her more. Attention greedy little sub- it’s quite cute,”

“How do you know she’s a sub?,” Bucky asks

“She’s a junior intern in college with a daddy kink. She’s had heart eyes for ‘Brucey’ ever since she walked through those doors. She loves older men, that’s why she likes to tease Tony too,” Natasha’s thighs clench at your pleas to be fucked faster, wishing she could just go get her strap and give it to you all night, “So I think it’s safe to say, little dove is a sub, a bratty one at that,”

Everyone knows of the times you’d purposely sass Bruce so he’d put you in your place, in front of everyone or not. No one really remembers how you two came to be, just one night they heard all the ruckus from Bruce’s room and the next morning you stalked out of his room, curls matted to your head, walking with a limp and marks covering your chest. You were grateful your class was cancelled that day.

“Choke me, Daddy. I need it- want you to feel my pulse pound for you... want you to f-feel it against your fingertips,”

Clint groaned and shook his head, “This girl is going to be the death of me,”

————

“Thats right, little dove. Your pulse pounds for me and only me,” nose touching yours, your held his hand tighter around you neck, wanting to see the Big Bang happen right in front you, you wanted to be choked out so hard you saw the universe being created.

“You look so pretty smiling while my hand is around your throat, cheeks damp from me fucking those cute little tears out of you,”

Your teeth dig into your lip as you looked up at him, body moving back and forth m the sheets from the force of him fucking you relentlessly. Your eyes began lulling closed so he removed his hand, your back arching off the bed with a gasp big enough to create a whole new generation.

You saw the Big Bang right in front of your eyes. Seeing a bunch of pretty colors, adoring the creation of the stars and planets.

“Oh, God,” Bruce moaned to himself. He was close. He turned you on your side, you curled your legs into your chest for comfort as you were getting the life fucked out of you to the point where you saw all your future lives- the lives after this one.

“D-Daddy I can’t take it- not another!,”

Your body was preparing you for another orgasm but damn, you were spent, over stimulated, you’d fall right into subspace and it wouldn’t take much right now.

“Be a good girl and take it, dove. You wanna be my good girl, don’t you?,”

———

“Y-Yes yes yes, daddy I d-do,”

“Oh she’s deep in it now,” Wanda smirked.

“That’s record time isn’t it?,” Sam looked at his watch. You two were going at it for a while before they decided to sit here and listen but by the sound of your shrill mewling, you’ve hit euphoria. They know just by your noises when you’ve hit subspace.

“Seriously just about to have a hand free orgasm because she... is killing me,” Tony ran a hand over his face and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I would be grossed out if I wasn’t in the same boat,” Bucky muttered.

Small mumbles of “me too” and “same” We’re heard from around the room.

“Cum in me, daddy. P-please!,”

“Oh God,” Nat hissed, hips bucking up into nothing

————

“Want you to come for me one more time before I give you what you want, baby,” his lips kissed your cheeks and shoulder, soothing you, knowing you’re feeling a million nerve endings being set on fire in this moment.

You couldn’t even announce that you were cumming, the words wouldn’t come. You became incoherent while your ears began ringing. The rhythm of his hips stuttered as your pussy gushed all over him.

You couldn’t even hear yourself as you let out the cry of a banshee.

Bruce bottomed out to cum deep inside of you.

“Such a good little dove,” he have a hard thrust, making sure to get his seed deep inside you. His body fell on top of yours while you whimpered and shook in cold chills. Bruce wiped the sweat and tears from your face to hold

It in his hands and pepper kisses here and there, “you did so good, dove. I’m not going anywhere,” after a few minutes, he pulled out and just laid beside you, massaging the convulsions out of your body and giving you sips of a drink to hush your hiccups and replenish any energy your lost.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,”

————

“I’m ashamed,” Wanda covers her face and walks away to her room.

“I’m not,” Tony shrugs, “That shit’s hot as fuck,”

“I’m... going to my room,” Steve rushed away and they all filed out one by one to their own rooms to either wash their shame away or add to it.

Tony say comfortably on the couch and chuckled to himself.

“Friday!,”

“Yes, Tony?,”

“Save the audio from Banner’s hall to the ‘listening party’ file, please”

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The morning after

A/N: I know that you normally should a write a pre-story first before you write a following but I really had no idea atm and what turned out of this mess is what I’ve got now :( there is gonna be a prequel, I can assure you, in which I will clarify more how they ended up in this situation. Meanwhile, enjoy this bad piece of work :/ xoxo Picture is not mine.

Warnings: slight sexual content

Background info: Harry and his stylist Y/N have feelings for each other for a long time and a confession leads to a steamy night.

Y/N woke up to a terrible stinging pain that she felt in the lower half of her body. Grimacing at the sensation, she tried to sit up without causing any more aching between her legs, however, she was left perplexed when she felt a very strong and muscular arm around her belly preventing her from leaving her position. Panic rose in her veins, also, the warm breath hitting the nape of her neck and the naked chest pressed tightly against her back increased her uneasiness even more. Her heart was pounding hard between her ribs and when she let her eyes trail down her body, she found herself surprisingly in a complete bare form. The more shocking were the dark and purple love bites covering both of her breasts and collarbones. Her nipples looked all bitten and sore. She took a glance under the sheets which were hiding her exposed body and discovered a few more marks on her hips and thighs; so, whomever she had slept with last night, must have treated her with extreme passion and devotion, making sure they left a trace behind.

She was afraid of who she would find cuddled up against her if she even dared to turn around. Only when she spotted the fewer amounts of rings positioned on the stranger’s fingers which looked quite familiar, she could solely assume who it must have been. And the realisation hit her hard. Like very hard.

A shocked gasp left her mouth which she instantly covered with her hand in order to not wake him up.

This can’t be, she thought.

But still, she slowly and cautiously turned around and when she faced him, her soul literally slid out of her body in that moment. Her eyes widened enormously. There he was lying and sleeping peacefully like an angel, shoulders all scratched and one huge purple mark displayed on the soft skin of his neck, unfortunately for everybody to see. There was no way they could ever cover up the evidence and when the others would take a peek on it, they would instantly know what the two of them had been up to the night before.

Y/N didn’t know if she should cry or laugh. Him lying innocently beside her was enough to confirm her assumption. Last night did indeed happen!

And I thought I was dreaming…

Suddenly, her memories of the night prior unexpectedly crushed onto her and stole the air in her lungs. She mentally found herself back beneath Harry’s body, her face between the warm palm of his hands while their lips devoured each other passionately, legs being tangled with each other and their bodies fitting perfectly as if they were created to be loved by one another. She heard the low moans and the sweet “I love you”s Harry had panted in her ear while he thrusted his hips hard and deep inside her core and sent her to pure bliss. She had felt his deep hunger for her.

And his eyes. She remembered the happy gleaming in his eyes. The way they were fixated on her with adoration while she screamed his name in ecstasy. The way they had met hers and made unspoken promises. The way they had said “Trust me, I’ve got you”. Harry had shown his love and care to every centimetre of her body and Y/N would never forget how special she felt under his treatment. It was indeed a night to always remember, even though Y/N firstly woke up and had a little black out.

Dream, she laughed at herself, how could I think I was just dreaming? Stupid girl.

She tried to untangle herself from his tight embrace which turned out to be quite challenging. As soon as she lifted his arm and wanted to place it on his side, Harry stirred from his sleep which made her halt. Harry, on the other hand, as if he was having none of it, laid his arm back around her stomach and shoved his chest against her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck and his breath tickling her which caused all the tiny hairs on her skin to rise. She had goose bumps practically everywhere now.

She waited a few more moments, her fingers playing with his rings before she gave it another try. This time she managed to escape his cage carefully, making sure that he was still asleep safe and sound.

“Ouch!” she winced, feeling the ache between her legs once more as she placed her feet onto the ground. Putting her arms on her lower half, she slightly massaged it to get rid of the pain. Searching for her undergarments and finding them scattered across the floor, she stood up from the bed however, she would have almost fallen to the ground if she hadn’t steadied herself against the wall. Her legs were all wobbly and weak, making it difficult for her to stand straight. She had to admit; Harry had done a very great job.

She looked back at the sleeping man behind her, who made no single indication of waking up.

Then, she walked with a limp to collect her underwear from the floor. After sliding through her bra and underpants, she went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. When she saw her reflection in the mirror, she was amazed at how she was glowing. It was obvious that Y/N had a long night- her swollen red lips, her messy sex hair and the love bites were proof enough- and that somebody had treated her well.

Y/N couldn’t tell why but she felt a sudden boost of confidence; the confidence she had never had before. She felt more comfortable in her body and it just took someone to mess around with her a little bit physically to recognize how beautiful she was indeed but never realised.

The cold water meeting her face awoke her senses, flooding away the tiredness in her eyes.

She brushed her teeth and after she was finished with her business, she looked for something to cover up her half naked form.

Finding her nightgown in her suitcase, she put it on and then tried to fix the mess of her hair.

“You look gorgeous,” she heard someone speak behind her. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. She turned around to face the handsome young man who was finally awake now.

Harry smiled at her gently, straightening up from his position. “Good morning, love.”

Y/N gulped. She didn’t know how to respond or what to say. How do you talk to a person you just spent a night with? Especially if he was supposed to be your ‘friend’?

“Hey?” she spoke quietly, afraid that her voice would betray her. “How did you sleep?” Really girl? She scolded herself. That’s what you come up with! Confidence for fucks sake, Y/N!

“Fantastic,” Harry replied. And he really did. Sleeping right next to Y/N and waking up beside her was everything he could’ve ever dreamed of.  He stretched his body, but kept his gaze still focused on her.

How beautiful she is in her morning glow, he thought. His eyes observed her from top to bottom, taking in every single detail that he couldn’t see in the dim room last night.

Y/N went back to combing her hair and fixing it into a bun while Harry watched her like a love sick teenager. The fond smile on his lips could’ve been seen from miles away. A little bit of skin peeked through her nightgown and he smirked smugly as he spotted the love bites he had given her. They decorated her so perfectly as if they were made for her.

“Sweetheart?” he spoke.

“Hmm?”

“I think we should talk about last night, if that’s okay with you of course?”

Heat rose to her cheeks, she had seen this coming because they weren’t able to talk things through once reaching their highs. Harry just held her close, kissed her softly, told her that he loved her and they both fell into a deep slumber afterwards.

“S-sure,” she said nervously. There was no point in hiding or avoiding the elephant in the room.

“Come here, then.” He had his arms spread wide for her, only waiting her to collapse against him, however, his smile faded when he saw the struggle on her face while she trying to approach the bed he was sitting on.

 “Are you okay, Y/N?” Harry asked with concern. He didn’t miss seeing the funny way she was walking and biting on her lower lip, squeezing her eyes shut as if she was in pain.

Her glance landed on him, but she couldn’t say anything in return.

“Oh fuck!” He called once it hit him. He immediately jumped out of the bed in rocket speed, almost tripping over his clothes which laid on the ground, and hurried to her rescue. He picked her up, slinging one arm under her legs and the other behind her back and carrying her back to the bed in bridal style.

He placed her carefully onto the sheets, making sure he wouldn’t cause any unnecessary pain than she was already enduring.

Then, he took a seat right in front of her, holding her hands firmly into his. His thumbs tenderly ran over her knuckles.

“Oh, love I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Harry-“

“I was too rough with you, wasn’t I? I hurt you…” His head fell in shame and embarrassment.  He couldn’t even properly look at her. They just had their very first intimate time and she was supposed to be feeling good, not ending up getting hurt.

“No, I’m fine,” Y/N assured him, lifting up his chin. “Really, I’m only sore, that’s all.”  

“You’re telling the truth?” Harry questioned, not believing her 100 percent.

“Absolutely.”

He sighed in relief, his heart being more at ease.

“We were very into it, huh?”

“I guess so,” she laughed slightly.

A short silence followed only to be interrupted by Harry.

“Y/N, I’m usually not the guy who sleeps with a girl right after confessing his feelings, you know that. I’m so sorry, I just lost control over myself.”

“Har-“

“Not that I regret it or something, I mean you were amazing, like wow, it literally blew my mind, and I had the best night of my life, that’s for sure and I know I’m rambling and probably make a fool of myself.”

Y/N laughed and took his face between her hands. He was very cute when he was nervous.

“What I want to say is: I would’ve taken you on a couple of dates before taking the next step. But you’re so bloody gorgeous, I just couldn’t take my fingers away from you. If you just knew what you do to me. I promise I did mean what I said last night. I do really love you and I would never use you for my own pleasure. Hope your opinion about me hasn’t changed and you’re not second guessing anything.”

“No, I think- I think I wanted it myself. And apparently we both enjoyed it very much. I know I did.” She pointed at the marks on their bodies. They shot sheepish smiles at each other.

“It wasn’t just a hook up, was it? It meant something more.” Harry asked with fear lacing his voice. What if she didn’t think the same as he did?

“Of course, it meant something more. I thought you would know it already. Harry, I would never sleep with someone I have no feelings for. I would have stopped you before we took it that far.”

“I’m asking because you never said it out loud, y’know that you love me, so…”

She leaned forward and connected their lips to a kiss. “I really love you too, handsome. Have for a long while now.”

“Your confession sounds like music in my ears. You made me so unbelievingly happy, m’love.” He engulfed her with his arms and pressed her against his chest.

“So, what now?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“About us? Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Y/N gasped, pretending to be offended. “Harry Edward Styles! Do you even have to ask? Of course, I want to be your girlfriend, you dork.”

“I wanted to make sure.” He giggled and buried his nose in her soft hair. Y/N focused on the big purple mark on his neck, her fingers trailing along his skin.

“It’ll be hard to cover it up,” she remarked. Harry chuckled.

“I honestly don’t think it matters, the others probably figured it out by now.”

“How come?”

“Babe, we most likely woke up the entire hotel last night.”

She groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “I won’t be able to look at them in the eyes today.”  

“Speaking of them, we’re supposed to meet Clare and Adam for breakfast at 10 AM…” He took his smartphone from the bedside table and switched on, “…and we have roughly forty minutes from now. So we better hurry.”

“Alright.”

Harry stood up and bent down to grab his shirt from the floor and that was the moment when Y/N saw the deep and red scratches on his back. They started at his shoulder blades, leading down his lower back. Y/N wondered if he felt any pain or just pretended like he didn’t.

“Woah!” she exclaimed in surprise.

“What? What’s going on?” Harry asked confusedly, glancing over his shoulder.

“Uhh, you- you may have very nice red lines on your back.“ Y/N said, gesturing at them, feeling the heat rise up in her cheeks.

Harry grinned, walking to the mirror hanging on the wall and observing his back.

“These are very pretty red lines, aren’t they babe? Love them.”

Y/N placed herself behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her lips gently kissed a couple of the red marks. “They don’t hurt, do they?”

“No, not at all. But it’s nice to have something to remember by, even if it’s just temporary.”

They decided to take a quick shower in the bathroom which of course ended up a bit more intimate than they had planned. Their hands discovered each other’s bodies once more and both of them savored the gentle touches they were receiving.

“Harry…” Y/N sighed while he had pressed her against the wet and steamy marble wall and attacked her neck with his mouth. “We- we don’t have time…”

As much as she enjoyed being this close to him, she also didn’t want to keep her friends waiting.

“We’re gonna continue later, petal.” he whispered in her ear as a promise. “And this time, you won’t be able to run away.”

“Would never,” she responded, kissing his lips.

After showering, Harry sneaked his way back to his hotel room in nothing but a towel around his hips while Y/N got dressed and made herself ready for breakfast. She scooped a scarf out of her suitcase for Harry to hide the love bite she had given him.

“Hopefully no one notices until we find a way to cover it up,” she prayed. Not that she was ashamed, but no one really had to know about their nightly adventure.

A knock on her door indicated that Harry was also ready to leave.

“What it this for love?” he wondered when Y/N shoved the black scarf into his hand.

“For the mark on your throat. We don’t need people to know what we did, okay?”

Ten minutes to ten, they had arrived at the hotels canteen and spotted Clare and Adam who had been already there before them. Both were laughing at something Adam had just told her. It was Clare who saw them approaching.

“Hey guys!” she called in a very good mood. She was always the type of woman who spreads positivity in other’s lives. She patted the empty seat next to her.

“Good morning,” Y/N smiled at her friends.

“How was the party last night?” Harry asked to Adam. After the show, CASM just decided they would have a drink at a bar while Harry wanted to stay at the hotel with Y/N.

“It was good actually. But if I were you, I would leave Mitch alone today. He has a very bad hangover and is all grumpy and stuff. Poor guy drank ten shots yesterday. Sarah could barely keep him on his feet.”

Everybody around the table laughed.

“So, we didn’t miss anything?” Y/N said.

“Nope, nothing you don’t know already. How about you guys? What have you been up to?” Clare inquired.

Harry and Y/N turned their faces at each other simultaneously. “We-“

“And why are you wearing a scarf, Harry?” Clare smirked at him.

“Is it forbidden to wear a scarf, Ms. Uchima?”

“I was just curious. You never wear scarves around us so…”

“Someone did the dirty, I assume,” Adam remarked, eyeing each single one of them.

Y/N’s cheeks were tinted red in a few seconds. She looked something like compared to a tomato. Harry sat there, very bewildered and his mouth wide open. There was no point in hiding anymore. They knew.

“That’s none of your business,” Harry murmured, playing with his rings and avoiding eye contact with his band mates.

“Aww, come on don’t be ashamed, bro. It was fuckin’ finally time, eh? Took you long enough.”

“Adam!” Y/N exclaimed outraged.

The older man raised his arms in defense.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just happy for you. No joke. You guys are a thing now, aren’t you?”

Harry glanced at Y/N. The words in his eyes spoke volumes. Taking her hand gently in his, he nodded. “Yeah, we’re officially dating.”

Mitch and Sarah joined the four five minutes after, taking a seat next to their friends and Adam was indeed not kidding. Mitch looked very grumpy and tired, almost as if he would kill anyone who dared to near him.

Sarah greeted them friendly, however, Mitch- he threw daggers at two specific people. If looks could kill, Y/N would be a pile of dust already.

“The next time you decide to fuck your brains out, just make sure to keep it quiet. Even a deaf man could hear what you were doing.”

Everyone erupted into another a fit of laughter, making the young couple shrink into their seats with lowering heads.

-this is so bad and messed up, I’m sorry-

[electricbluetempest]

Alternate DKJ Bad Ending

@nothing-but-luds and I wrote another fic, this time as an alternate take on the Part 9 Bad ending. Brace yourselves for character death and angst.

***

The doctor was practically frozen, heart beating ten thousand miles a minute. There’s no way this could be happening, the boys betrayed everyone and now innocent citizens were paying the price. His son was immobile, lying on the examination table ready to be taken.

Two shadow hands were wrapped around his wrists, another clamped to the back of his head. Forcing him to watch as his robot was about to be dragged to hell. The boys made a motion like they were about to deploy their own shadow hands, when Kahl got one burst of adrenaline that caused him to cry out. 

“Wait!!”

They stopped, even the purple demons restraining his wrists turned to look. Kahl actually didn’t expect them to listen. Maybe they thought his desperate pleas were going to be hilarious. He took one good inhale through his nose, exhaled through his mouth, then spoke.

“Take me instead.”

The cups froze, even the demons. They all broke into a laughter, Kahl embarrassed about this decision.

“You think you can sacrifice yourself for your /son/?” Mugman teased. “If you’re willing to do this, it’s already too late. Your robot is with us now, there’s nothing else you can do, NOTHING!”

“But-“

“Finish this up, boys!”

The hands slowly began to devour the robot into hell. With anticipation, he broke free and ran to the robot, putting his arms on him.

“Please! Just take me instead!”

“You’d really be willing to give yourself up for a machine?”

“Yes. I’ve made up my mind. Just don’t take him!”

The boys thought about this for a second.

“Y’know, boss probably wouldn’t be too happy with us bringing back a broken robot.” Mugman said, clanging his fist on the robot’s unconscious chassis.

"I think you’re right.” Cuphead added, a gleam in his eyes. “If we brought back the person who /built/ the robot, he could make our boss tons of catastrophic weapons! Think of the reward we’ll get.”

“You know what? We’ll take you on your offer, old man.”

Their shadow hands shifted from the robot to Dr. Kahl.

Kahl can slowly feel hands starting to take him, going from his toes and slowly rising to his head. There’s no turning back now, but this is the only way to save his son.

“You’re gonna love him, Doc. The boss is very /nice/!”

Knowing Kahl only has a few seconds left before the shadow fully surrounded him, he decides to say good-bye to his son. “Robot... good-bye.”

The shadow had completely covered the doctor then vanished into dust.

“I think that’s all of them!” Cuphead rubbed his hands. “Now what should we do with this robot?”

“Who cares? We got the scientist’s soul, let’s go to Isle 2 and continue this!”

“Yeah!”

The boys and the purple demons left, leaving behind the robot on the examination table. The carnage moved to the west, towards another island of unsuspecting civilians.

System reboot...loading. Complete.

The robot’s eyes fluttered open, remembering the fight with the boys, looking down at himself to see he was now fixed. His father’s sacrifice meant his soul was now freed, but he didn’t know that.

“FATHER?” He tentatively stepped off the operating table and looked around the island. Why was it so empty?

"FATHER? WHERE ARE YOU? I'M BACK!" The robot called out, roaming around the cities and streets, looking high and low. "FATHER? PLEASE COME OUT."

From the robot's view, he can see chaos from Isle 2. He walked his way, finding his childhood friend getting captured by purple demons.

"BON BON!" The robot reached his hand to rescue her, but it was too late. The baroness had vanished, as well as the shadow hands. 

"WHAT'S GOING ON?!" The island was now empty, only leaving the robot as the only debtor who hasn't been sent to hell.

Still confused, he needed answers. Panicked, he knelt down by Bon Bon’s candy guards, casting a huge shadow down on them. They were inspecting the part of the pavement where the hands dragged her beneath, and pivoted to face the robot.

“WHAT HAPPENED?”

None of the guards looked like they wanted to talk about it, but the waffle took it upon himself to fly up close to the robot’s face and speak.

“I don’t know if you know this, but the Baroness had a deal with the Devil. Now her debt’s come due, and...his minions took her away from us.”

“BUT I HAD A DEAL AS WELL. WHY HAVEN’T I DONE THE SAME?”

The guards all looked puzzled, until the robot spoke again. “HAS ANYONE SEEN MY FATHER?”

The robot searched the island, looking from Isle to Isle until he decided to give in. He sat down on the pile of junk, surrendered.

"DID HE LEAVE ME? WHAT DID I DO? IS IT THE CONTRACT?"

There was nothing else the robot can do, now that his father is gone and no where to be found. Something twinkled on the robot's sight, he saw the casino lights shining. Out of curiosity, he decides to check if his father is inside.

He’d gone to this place once, several years ago. It was probably one of the most conflicting decisions he’d ever made, because on one hand he got people to accept him, on the other he’d given up his soul. He couldn’t fit in the casino doors, so he decided to lean his body against a sturdy part of the mountain and pop his head off. It hovered, floating inside the casino with ease.

The robot was frightened by what he saw inside. Some of the other citizens of Inkwell that he’d seen around were being used as entertainment for the casino. But they weren’t there for enjoyment, the demons that frequented the place were torturing them for their own amusement.

He went to a backstage area to find the Baroness. Dress tattered and torn, hair a smeary mess. She was sniffling into her hands, muttering something about a fight she had been forced into.

“BON BON?”

Perking up at the synthesized voice, she looked up to see the robot’s head hovering above her. “What are you doing here?”

"I CAME HERE BECAUSE EVERYONE'S GONE MISSING."

"Robot, there's no time to explain. You need to get out of here! This place is too dangerous for you!"

"BUT I NEED TO FIND MY FATHER!"

The robot wasted no time and explored the casino, finding many debtors, but no sign of his creator.

"FATHER? FATHER?" He searched, only to find two cells from afar. Not wanting to get harmed, he hid behind a large spiky rock to find two cups beating up an old man.

Kahl was curled over in a fetal position, groaning in pain as the two boys kept kicking and taunting him.

“Not so smart are ya, smart guy?” Cuphead said before kicking him again. “Betcha wish you were back home, crying about that hunk of metal you gave up your own life for, huh?”

The robot was stunned. Did his father really do that for him?

“Who even does that?” Mugman laughed. “It’s just a robot, you could’ve built another one!”

“No...” Kahl choked out. “He was mine. He was special, he was the only-“

A swift kick to the face shut him up.

Maybe a wire came loose, or a circuit malfunctioned. Or maybe he just became enraged. Either way, something inside the robot’s electric mind snapped.

Something began to overwhelm the robot's emotions, not wanting to hold it any longer he released his full anger.

"WHY ARE YOU HURTING MY FATHER? IF YOU HURT HIM, I'LL HURT YOU!"

The cup brothers jolted, finding a giant robot head next to them. "Oh, is this some kind of movie cliche where someone surprisingly comes to rescue the hero?"

"Pfft! No big deal. Let's continue using this old man as a punching bag."

Now the robot was at full rage, using a mechanical arm to scare the boys away. They left his father, unconscious and wounded. The robot flew closer to inspect the body.

"FATHER? CAN YOU HEAR ME?" The robot tried to wake him up, rolling him over to find blood on his father's face, as well as his body. A pang of dread hit upon the robot's realization. "IS HE /DEAD/?"

What was it again that humans had? Something you could check to see if they were still alive. That’s right, vitals! The robot protruded his arm from his mouth again, putting two fingers on his father’s wrist, then the side of his neck.

That couldn’t be right. Maybe he just wasn’t doing it correctly. There’s no way he didn’t have a pulse. ...Breathing! If the robot put his hand near Kahl’s nose, he’d feel a breath, right?

...Why isn’t that working, either? Heartbeat. Just gotta put your ear to his chest and listen.

...

...No. This isn’t real.

Before the boys could come back, he produced another hand out of his mouth to scoop up his father’s body. It was limp, and his face frozen in a look of pained melancholy. He went back the way he came, carrying the body into the room of debtors, where Bon Bon was now joined by a couple others.

"EVERYONE! THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY FATHER!"

Everyone began to gather around the robot as he placed down the body on the floor.

"IS HE REALLY /DEAD/?"

The debtors tried to revive him, but unfortunately it was too late.

"Robot..." Bon Bon announced. "I'm afraid he is."

The robot gasped in shock, realizing that his father is /gone/.

"THIS CAN'T BE! HE SAID HE'LL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR ME! HE DIDN'T HAVE TO LEAVE ME THIS EARLY!"

"I'm sorry...but he's dead."

"IS THERE A WAY TO FIX HIM? LIKE HOW HE DID TO ME?!"

“Humans don’t work that way, I’m afraid.” Bon Bon was struggling to hide her own tears. “What he did for you was noble, but it cost him his life.”

The robot was struggling to process this. He’d only known about death as a concept. To be seeing it in real life...?!

A loud noise came from the hallway in a distance. Bon Bon turned to the robot with urgency. “Leave now. Bury him, give him a proper funeral. Don’t come back to this horrible place.”

“BUT-“

“It’s for your own good.”

She gave him one last goodbye hug, kissing him quickly before the robot picked his father back up and left the casino. Outside, he set his father on the ground, put his head back on his own body, and picked up Dr. Kahl once again. He looked so small now. His father, lying in his hands, bloodied and lifeless.

“YOU GAVE IT ALL UP FOR ME?”

Of course, his father didn't reply back. All he gave was silence.

"FATHER, YOU SACRIFICED YOURSELF TO SAVE ME?"

Again, there was silence.

"I KNOW YOU CAN'T SPEAK BUT ALL I WANT TO SAY IS THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME!"

Having nothing else to say, he went back to long term memory, remembering the funeral from 15 years ago. He found an empty casket from the junkyard and dug up a hole big enough to fit the casket.

"GOOD-BYE FATHER.' The robot placed down the casket inside the newly dug hole.

He covered the casket with dirt, sitting on his knees and just staring at it for a little bit. He could feel something rising up in his chest, but didn’t know how to express it. He couldn’t cry, he had no tear ducts.

Something compelled him to go back into the workshop, where he noticed his father’s journal open to a page on the control panel.

‘Maybe if I stall for enough time, I can figure out a way to get his soul back.’

“...HE DID, IN A WAY.” Lip quivering, he smiled a melancholy smile.

The robot opted to lie down next to where his father was buried, one hand on top of the grave, the other underneath his head.

Sleep mode: engage. Wake up in...UNDISCLOSED hours.

“THANK YOU, FATHER.” The robot closed his eyes as he went to sleep.

The island was quiet and less populated from then on. But in the years that passed, anyone that was brave enough to venture into the junkyard found a rusted metal man, plants and garbage blown about him, sleeping peacefully forever, with his hand protecting his own father’s resting spot.

[kookingtae]

falling into you (pt. 5)

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 6 | pt. 7

→scenario: Jungkook’s innocence is like a breath of fresh air in your wild life, and though you know you’re toxic for him, you just can’t seem to stay away.

→genre: college au, slow burn, mutual pining, shy/nerd jk + bad girl oc (mature themes)

→word count: 12k+

Jungkook couldn't get the feeling of her lips out of his mind.

Here he was laying in bed at 4:23 in the morning, tossing and turning in an attempt to get comfortable with the one sliver of knowledge that was eating him alive like the aftereffects of a plague: he had his very first kiss. And not only that—he had it with Y/N.

To say he was stunned would be putting it lightly. Hell, he felt like he had an out-of-body experience the moment her mouth touched his. Words couldn't even begin to describe the sensation, and too many different emotions were running through his body that he didn't know which to process, so unbelievably overwhelmed by everything that had happened. And though he was expecting to hate her for what she did, words of how dare you make me feel this way! stuck on the tip of his tongue after seeing with his own two eyes who she really was, how she acted at parties and treated the many men who flocked to her in hopes that they would be the one to change her ways and spend more than a fleeting hour with her, he couldn't.

He couldn’t hate her, because he found himself completely, hopelessly, undeniably falling for her. And it was like nothing he'd ever experienced in his entire life.

On one hand, he couldn't stop berating himself over how stupid he was. This is what Y/N does! She would catch people in the stickiness of her web and spin them around and around until they were trapped in her silk, and then she would devour their hearts and leave them there, as good as dead while she moved on to the next guy. He knew if he wasn't careful he would become her next victim, left helpless to her many tortures until she grew tired of him as well and abandoned him without so much as a nice knowing you.

But he couldn't find it in himself to stop.

Because she had kissed him, she had actually kissed him, and the more Jungkook thought about the feeling of her lips—so soft and light in pressure against his and tasting of nothing but a flavor that was so brilliantly her—the more he felt his mind delve deeper into the abyss of insanity without so much as a care in the world. He allowed himself to live on cloud nine just this once while he was in the safety of his dorm, tucked away inside the comfort of his bed and surrounded by nothing but the black emptiness and silence of his room, the two qualities he'd grown the most fond of in his escapade of bliss. Nothing could take this moment away from him, nothing, and so he let his hand wander to where it usually did when he thought about Y/N at times like these: his pants.

He visibly shuddered at the feeling of his fingers curling around his member that was already straining against his boxers with a painful erection, allowing himself to fully give in to his temptations and needs since he was now alone. There was no one around to make him feel ashamed, embarrassed; there wasn't a crippling anxiety clawing away at his insides that prohibited him from listening to his inner desires and doing what he so desperately wanted: to truly be himself.

So, he took advantage of the fact that he had a practically nonexistent roommate (he couldn't have gotten luckier with that one), and he started pleasuring himself.

There was no doubt that he would finish quickly—he had the feeling of Y/N's lips still fresh on his own, for crying out loud—and that was enough to not only arouse him physically, but emotionally tenfold. He was in a constant state of disbelief (he had already pinched himself tonight to see if he was dreaming more times than he'd like to admit), and with that came a stumped mind that wanted, desperately needed to process everything. He had spent the majority of the night on the floor with his back pressed up against the door after practically flinging himself beyond the threshold of his room, gasps of breath falling from his parted lips while he took in the sheer impossibility of what just happened. There was nothing he could say to calm himself down, because he didn't know what to think; he couldn't even remember how to think. It was as if she had snapped a wire in his brain the second she kissed him that caused an overall shortage, sparks of electricity firing within the organ and sending every fiber of his being ablaze until there was nothing—nothing but the sizzling sensation that imbedded the constant reminder of just how much she affected him into his lips. He knew this wasn't normal, even for him. He knew he wouldn't act this way if it had been anyone else.

He knew it was because of her.

"Y/N..." He allowed himself to whimper out her name as his hand continued to pump the smooth skin of his length, to pretend if only for a moment that she was here and he was beneath her, over her, inside her, even if he knew the emotional pain that it would bring him later. He would come to his senses and realize the stupidity of his actions, even kick himself for letting things get this far, but for now, he didn't care. Because he had kissed her, he had fucking kissed her, and that was enough to make his heart climax for the rest of his life.

"Ah!" He bucked his hips and winced as his orgasm took over, showering his bare chest in the thoughts of her that produced this liquid seed and covering his skin yet again with the dewy reminder of just how deep he really was into this situation.

When had he become so god damn emotional?

While he was cleaning himself up, he couldn't help but notice the exceedingly short amount of time it took for him to finish—shorter than he originally anticipated, to say the least. And while his orgasms usually approached him rapidly and forcefully when he thought of her, he knew this one was enhanced because of the events from earlier tonight.

He knew he was wasting his time—there was no way in hell Y/N was up at almost five in the morning thinking about him—and after this, he was going to get his soul obliterated into a thousand tiny shards sharp enough to cut through glass. But this day marked the day of Jeon Jungkook's demise; his logical mind had officially been overrun by his emotional heart, and as he was rolling over onto his side and finally drifting off to sleep, the only thing that he could dream of was the feeling of Y/N's lips.

•••

"Wait, so let me get this straight. You... kissed him? And that's it?"

"Yes," you exclaimed, your head on cloud nine and your heart among the stars as you sat around a blazing bonfire with your friends in the middle of Jimin's backyard.

Lynn stared back at you, obviously perplexed. "...How?"

You simply rolled your eyes, though it was impossible for the smile to be wiped from your face, the expression having been a constant feature since the moment his lips left yours. "I can go out with a guy and not sleep with him, Lynn. It's not impossible."

Your friend tutted, "Could've fooled me."

But you were too ecstatic to let her negativity drag you down. Never had you experienced anything so rich, so right as the feeling of Jungkook's lips on yours. Sure, the kiss didn't last long—he pulled away once the first few seconds of shock wore off—but it was a kiss nonetheless, an actual kiss with the boy who wouldn't even look into your eyes and fled from you every chance he got when you first met. And the sensation was much better than any lustful pleasure you had ever exchanged with a random stranger or attractive acquaintance; it didn't even come close. You had never experienced anything like that—a physical action that stirred such strong emotion within the depths of your core and heart. Feelings were something you’ve made sure to avoid and run away from these past four years, but with Jungkook... you found yourself wanting to embrace them.

So you simply nibbled on your bottom lip and shifted towards the other conversation taking place around the circle of the fire, your limbs practically bursting with the desire to just talk about him to someone, anyone who would listen.

"Are you sure you aren't just acting this way because you see him as a challenge?" Kate's words were suddenly dragging you back down to earth and the air around you that was filled with smoke from three different sources: the bowl Lynn was currently cherrying from Namjoon's hit, the cigarette hanging from Yoongi's lips, and the giant bonfire in the center of the circle that you all made with your chairs.

"Excuse me?" You scrunched your eyebrows in disbelief and directed your full attention to your friend.

"Oh come on, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about," Kate chuckled in an attempt to maintain the lighthearted nature between the two of you when she saw your mood starting to turn sour. "The guy is different than what you're used to—a mystery you can't solve. Don't you think you may be eyeing him as a prize you'll receive at the end of the game?" Her eyebrow was raised into her hairline questioningly.

You could barely even pull yourself together enough to scoff. "Jungkook is a human being, not some object to be won," you furiously corrected her.

But she simply shrugged. "All I'm saying is that I know you. Every time you show any genuine interest in a guy—which is extremely rare, mind you—it goes away as soon as you fuck him."

You were fuming at this point, smoke practically shooting from your ears to add a fourth source of substance in the air as you stared your friend down, your mind trying to compute the sheer audacity of her words before you were quickly yanking the bowl out of Lynn's hands and taking a hit of whatever was already lit from her turn. You let the substance fill your lungs, inhaling so deeply that your chest began to burn from the inside out though you welcomed the pain, let it distract you and keep your mouth occupied from starting an argument, because only you knew your true feelings, not Kate. You knew how the beautiful boy had somehow managed to flip your entire world upside down from the moment you met him; you knew how he was making you question your lifestyle—something you always took pride in, something no one had ever done before. And right when you were about to snap, about to stand up and speak your thoughts and give Kate a piece of your mind, your eyes met Yoongi's from across the flames.

You pulled away from the ceramic piece and slowly exhaled the smoke through your lips and nose, a brooding expression on your face as he silently stared back at you. His expression said it all: over the loud conversation to his right booming from Taehyung and Hoseok, he had heard your interaction with Kate, saw it all with his heavy-lidded eyes that were always cool and calculating, never giving away any internal feelings.

But you could read him.

After all those nights spent gazing at him from across the shared pillow that your face had been shoved into mere minutes beforehand from the power of his thrusts, the daze of lust cleared from the air and leaving nothing but your true selves stripped bare and vulnerable to expose every demon that you both possessed, you had learned to read him.

And sometimes, you wished you hadn't.

"Y/N." Your name was but another sound in the smoke as it left Yoongi's lips, the toe of his shoe digging into the dirt to put out his finished cigarette. "Do you wanna go for a walk?"

His words were a question but his tone was level, commanding, as if he was giving you the option though you never really had a choice.

So you simply nodded and handed the bowl back to Lynn before rising to your feet, your hands shoved into the deep pockets of your hoodie as you followed your friend through the large backyard until you were stepping onto the black cement and starting your walk down the desolate street.

"So you kissed him." His monotonous voice finally rung out among the silence, and you were thankful that he didn't start off the conversation about your dispute with Kate. "I'm assuming that means the date went well, then?"

You nodded, and at the memory of your time spent bowling with Jungkook you couldn't help but smile. "It went better than well," you replied softly, though the happiness in your tone couldn't be hidden. "I picked him up and we went to the bowling alley and he–"

"Wait, bowling alley?" There was an amused chuckle that fell from his lips as he interrupted your words. "Please tell me this is some strange euphemism for smoking out of a bowl."

"Bowling is an actual sport, thank you very much!" You scoffed, though you knew you were just defending the younger boy's interest. "He was practically a pro at it."

Yoongi simply tutted, "Okay, I'll be sure to invite him to my 12 year old cousin’s birthday party."

You wanted to laugh along with your friend—after all, you initially had the same thought when the location for your date had been chosen, though you were just thankful to get a date at all—but you couldn't help but grow defensive. "Yes it's... different than our usual activities," you tilted your head contemplatively while rounding the corner of the cul-de-sac and starting onto the next street. "But that's what I like about him. Jungkook is different."

"Okay, okay, I get it." Yoongi held up his hands in joking surrender. "Did he seem into it as well or did he still shit his pants every time you went in a ten foot radius of him?"

"Yoongi!" You scolded with a light smack on his shoulder. "He seemed a bit better... he got into the car with me, after all."

Your tone was full of amusement though you couldn't help but think of the truth in them; before, you were lucky if Jungkook even acknowledged your presence or responded when you spoke to him. Now you had been in his dorm room, worn his sweatshirt, gone on a date with him and even kissed him. Sure it wasn't the fastest moving relationship you'd ever had—in fact, the slow rate at which things were progressing actually scared you. But things were progressing nonetheless, and for Jungkook you were willing to wait as long as he needed.

"You make it seem like you're this horrible monster who doesn't deserve his attention," Yoongi chuckled at the thought.

You simply tutted, though you could feel your spirits plummeting lower and lower by the second at the thought. "I don't," you mumbled quietly, more to yourself than to the boy next to you.

At that, Yoongi skidded to a halt. The slight haze in your mind from the illegal substance you inhaled just moments prior caused you to register the movement a tad later than usual, and it wasn't until you were glancing over your shoulder with a confused frown as to where your friend had gone that you stopped and turned around.

"What?"

"Y/N, you do realize that you owe nothing to that guy, right?" His voice was full of incredulous disbelief, as if he couldn't even fathom you thinking otherwise. "You barely even know him."

"That's not true," you meekly defended, though you knew there was no use. As much as you didn't like to admit it, the only things you knew about Jungkook were things that you pushed him to tell you, practically forcing the information out through torturous tactics as well as practically forcing your lips onto his. Had he wanted the kiss at all? Judging by the way he stumbled away and flung himself into the dormitory without saying a single word to you, your guess was no.

Yoongi simply shrugged and shook his head. "I'm not gonna get into it with you because I don't know what you guys have gone through, but all I'm saying is you're free to do absolutely whatever you want without feeling guilty about it. You two aren't together."

It was silent as you pondered his words, and despite the little voice in that back of your head that wanted to protest and argue and defend your feelings for Jungkook, you knew that he was right. These were the same ideals that you prided yourself on day in and day out; you couldn't be controlled or owned by anybody. You would never throw away your ideology just because it didn't measure up to somebody else's, and you would never let anyone shame you for it. You were free to live your life how you pleased.

That being said, you've never valued someone's opinion as much as you valued Jungkook's, and over time you only found yourself caring more and more about what the brilliant freshman thought of you.

"But I want to be..." you trailed off, your voice so small that it was barely audible even to Yoongi right next to you, but once his ears registered the words his lips were turning down in a sympathetic frown.

"I know," he sighed, and then his arm was wrapping around your side and pulling you into his chest. His embrace was comforting, supportive, though it felt nothing like Jungkook's and you couldn't help but compare the two sensations since your mind wouldn't shut the fuck up about him.

The two of you stood like that on the side of the road for a while, nothing but the silence that came along with the crisp night air filling the space around you until his voice was stirring the still moment. "I promise," he started, and already you were pulling away to look at him with furrowed brows because you didn’t think you've ever heard your friend begin a sentence like that, "that if I see Jungkook again, whether that be at a party or over by the tree, I'll make an effort to befriend him."

Now you really were pulling away in confusion. "Befriend him?"

"Yes," he answered matter-of-factly. "You know, talk to him—be nice to him. It would help if he knows that not all your friends are a bunch of idiotic douchebags."

You couldn't help but laugh at his choice of words. "And you don't think you fall into that category?"

Yoongi shrugged cockily. "I'm the only one you slept with, aren't I?"

Your laughter fell to silence at his words, and as much as you didn't want the situation to turn awkward because that goes against everything that you stand for, it did. Because the one thing ringing in the forefront of your mind was how he had offered to start your fling again that day on the picnic bench in the woods.

You knew it had just been a casual offering—Yoongi's lack of commitment and laid-back attitude left little room for things to bother him if you declined—though the timing and manner that he went about it couldn't help but leave this impression on you.

"You have beach week to thank for that," you settled on saying, knowing it was the endless amount of drugs and alcohol in your system that night that led you into the arms of one of your friends, "not the fact that you're any less of an idiotic douchebag."

Yoongi opened his mouth in a playfully silent scoff as if you had offended him.

"Your choice of words, not mine." You quickly held up your hand in defense.

The mood thankfully returned to a light one as you continued to walk down the street in a comfortable silence. Yoongi wasn't a man of many words, and that was something you liked about him. He didn't feel the need to fill every moment with constant chatter, and that fact alone was very refreshing after hanging out with your boisterous group of friends.

It reminded you of Jungkook. Though you shouldn't have been surprised; a lot of things did these days.

"We should start heading back," Yoongi sighed as his steps slowed to a stop, his hands digging into the pockets of his jacket no doubt in search of his pack of cigarettes. "They're probably wondering where we are."

"I couldn’t care less," you grumbled beneath your breath, more to yourself than to your friend as you kicked around a pebble on the ground with the toe of your shoe.

Yoongi simply looked at you. "Y/N," he sighed, bringing a cigarette to his lips and cupping his hand over the lighter to ignite the flame. You watched as the end of the stick became engulfed in a spark of orange that sizzled and embedded into the tobacco. "You shouldn't let Kate get to you. You know how she is," he continued while a puff of smoke filled the air.

You simply tutted as the two of you started walking back towards the house. "That's what makes it worse. I know what she's capable of; I mean she's one of my best friends. Why would she try to get under my skin like that?"

"Did you really expect anything less?" Yoongi looked at you with an expression that said come on, Y/N. This is Kate we're talking about.

"Yeah, yeah," you brushed him off with a sigh. "It's just—it makes me so mad. I wouldn't care if it were any other guy; I mean you know we trade off or share them all the time, no big deal. But Jungkook is different. I don't know how to convince her of that because nobody seems to fucking believe me."

"I mean, you do have quite the track record," Yoongi admitted with an uneasy yet amused expression when you turned to glare at him. "Hey, I'm just saying," he held up his hands defensively.

"Yeah, you don't think I know that?" You huffed out. "I get reminded of it enough when I'm with Jungkook. He seems to think I'm the devil incarnate."

"Ah, he'll come around," Yoongi brushed it off with a wave of his hand through the air. "As for Kate, she may be a bit more difficult. I say you just avoid her like the plague."

You gave him another look as if the say, really. "Can't you just, I don't know, distract her or something? Just so she's not trying to hop on his dick every time they're in the same vicinity."

Yoongi took a drag of his cigarette. "Sorry, I only fuck one person per friend group," he responded on exhale.

You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm. "Yoong, I'm serious."

"I know you are. Why do you think I always butt in every time she looks like she's about to put a fork in him and have her next meal? I was helping you that day you brought him over to the tree."

You let out a sigh. "I know you were, and I thank you for that." He was right; he did more to aid your situation with Jungkook than you gave him credit for, including the advice on how to ask the skittish boy out on a proper date.

Yoongi glanced over at you before speaking again. "You know, why don't you tell the others about this as well? I'm sure with all of our strength combined, we can hold her back from jumping him."

You couldn't help but let out a tut of amusement before shaking your head, the sight of Jimin's house coming into view as you turned into the cul-de-sac. "I think I'm just gonna let it be. They'll get the hint that I'm serious about him once he starts coming around more often."

"Oh, babe, they already do. I'm pretty sure everyone lost their shit the day you turned down a bowl pack."

This time you actually chuckled. "You make it seem like I'm a full blown addict."

Yoongi simply shrugged. "If the shoe fits," and it was the last words spoken before you approached your friends.

"God, what took so long?" Lynn's voice was thick with smoke and boomed across the fire pit as the two of you took your respective seats. "Trouble getting it up, Yoong?"

"We were talking. I had to finish my cigarette," Yoongi swiftly covered for you as he tossed the butt into the fire.

"Wouldn't that be great, Y/N?" Taehyung got your attention to include you in the conversation. "We were thinking about going to a club this Friday instead of a party."

"Yeah, aren't you tired of seeing some of the same people at every place?" Hoseok chimed in to help convince you.

You definitely didn't need convincing. Skipping out on a night at a frat party would save you from having constant run-ins with people that you've slept with in the past. It's gotten you in trouble on more than one occasion, though the encounter that stuck out the most in your mind was the one that caused Jungkook to flee the scene and ignore you for two weeks.

"Yeah, I'm game," you answered with a shrug of your shoulders.

After all, you were trying to start anew with the beautiful boy. And what better way to do that than a change of scenery?

•••

Fireworks.

That's the blinding sensation Jungkook felt when he saw Y/N for the first time after her lips touched his.

He hadn't been looking for her—he swore, he hadn't—but it was just by mere coincidence that his feet led him past the old oak tree where he just so happened to know she spent her time at this particular time of day.

He felt like he was going insane. In what world would he actually go out of his way to look for her? He quickly shook his head to himself. That’s clearly not what he was doing. He just so happened to take this route today because he needed... books! From the library. For his art class tonight. Art books, of course.

He was screwed.

“Jungkook!” He heard her voice call out to him before he saw her, and the light timbre of her tone sounded like the chime of the wind, spinning and swirling in different melodies that danced around him in one grand symphony of euphonious chords that he swore in that moment he wanted to hear for the rest of his life, from the second he woke up to the moment he fell asleep.

In short, her voice saying his name was the best sound he’s ever heard in his entire life.

He halted in his steps—not even his feet betrayed him this time, but instead his heart—and turned towards the one source that he knew would have him melting like putty in the palm of her hand in a way that he’s never experienced before. He had always been so stubborn, so strict in his ways and set on his ideals, though the girl who stood before him possessed the ability to strip him bare so that every insecurity and vulnerability he’s ever felt in his entire life was visible to the naked eye. No human being should ever have that much power over him, and yet here she was, smiling that radiant beam in all of her glory in a way that made Jungkook question if she had actually, genuinely been innocent this entire time and truthfully wasn’t aware of the effect she had on him.

Maybe he had misjudged her all along. Maybe she didn’t have a clue.

“Hi,” he forced himself to speak—and by forced, he just opened his mouth and let his vocal chords do the rest, because his internal being seemed to have a mind of its own these days.

A light, dusty pink shade akin to a soft velvet rose crept across the apples of her cheeks, and thank god it wasn’t Jungkook’s turn to speak because he would have surely been made a mute man at the sight of her actually blushing over him.

“Hi,” she responded, her tone small, demeanor timid, and if the young boy didn’t know any better he would’ve never thought this was the same girl who he’d heard all those incriminating rumors about. “Um, how’ve you been?”

Better, now that you’re here, he wanted to say—what the fuck? “Fine,” he answered, a response as polished and tame as always. “And you?”

There was a moment of silence as she stared at him, her gaze soft, tender, as if she was memorizing the color wheel that spun in the irises and made up the intricacies of his warm, chocolate brown eyes. “Fine,” she parted her lips to reply, and then the faint, distant smile on her features reappeared.

Jungkook didn’t know how to handle this new Y/N. He didn’t know how to handle any Y/N, but at least the bold, confident, persistent Y/N was what he was accustomed to. But this—this soft-spoken, blushing, timid Y/N—this was new. And once again he was left out of his comfort zone, thrown overboard into the tumultuous and raging sea without so much as a life vest and completely lost, as if he was meeting her for the very first time all over again. Just went he thought that his logical, analytical mind had finally started to crack her beautiful enigma, she surprised him yet again.

“Um...” she stalled, seeming to get lost in her thoughts as she looked away to blink and clear her throat before turning back to him. “How was the rest of your weekend?”

The rest of your weekend—a key reminder that she had been with him a huge portion of his Friday night that ended with not only a handshake, which he‘d only recently worked up the courage to do, but a kiss. He kissed her, Jungkook had, and his eyes were immediately drawn towards the pink supple flesh of her lips that moved with each dulcet sound and word that left her mouth.

As if trained like one of Pavlov’s dogs, his member in his pants instinctively twitched, the memory of their kiss sparking the reaction out of him (thanks to all those late nights he stayed up thinking about her) and causing him to get painfully and undeniably hard.

He had just popped a boner while standing directly in front of Y/N over the mere thought of her lips.

Thankfully, her eyes were fixated on his face; though maybe that only made matters worse, because her brows were instantly furrowing at the way sheer mortification slowly twisted onto his features.

“What’s wrong?” She quickly asked, and Jungkook was torn between wanting to push her away and run to his dorm room as fast as his legs would take him to live out a long, happy life of hermitage, or to kiss her again.

Hermitage it was.

“Jungkook!” She was shouting his name as he turned to run away, and all thoughts of taking a new name and making a new life for himself instantly vanished the second her hand made contact with his arm.

Burning. That’s what the flesh felt like where her bare skin met his, and god damn it if his erection didn’t grow to its full size when any part of his body was under her touch.

“Stop!” He quickly cried out, desperate at this point to get away from her or at least adjust the crotch of his jeans, for god’s sake!, when she suddenly released his arm.

And that’s when he booked it to the nearest restroom in hopes of some relief.

•••

He hated you.

He absolutely, positively, beyond a shadow of a doubt hated you. And there was nothing you could do about it.

You’ve tried everything over the past couple of months. You’ve greeted him outside his classes. You’ve walked with him—in silence, no less!—to let him feel at ease with your presence. You’ve invited him to parties, asked him out on dates, you even took him out on one that ended in a kiss! Sure, it was the shortest, most innocent kiss you’ve ever experienced in your entire life, but it was also the best one because it came from him. And that meant more to you than some heated make out session any day.

That’s why it was so hard to let this go—not that it was any easier when you first met him, either. There was just something about this boy that drove you completely mad with a lovesick insanity. You couldn’t get him out of your mind, no matter how many times rejection kicked you in the ass.

It would be different if it were pure refusal. If Jungkook blatantly told you that he wanted nothing to do with you and asked you to leave him alone for the rest of his life, you would. It would suck, but you would respect his wishes. The thing was, it wasn’t. You caught glimpses of the real Jungkook, saw a spark in his eye or the hint of a beam on his lips that would squeeze your heart in the clutches of his fingers (that you so badly wanted intertwined with your own) and send it soaring among the clouds and stars above, and you knew you couldn’t let him go.

Because all Jungkook had up around his heart was a colossal, unyielding wall that was made of solid steel and reached the tops of mountains to keep out everyone around him for fear of being vulnerable. And you were going to knock it down.

Which is why you were all smiles when you greeted him outside of his art class despite him having literally fled from your presence mere hours beforehand.

“Hey,” you said, taking a small step forward. You knew he probably didn’t want to see you, which was why you self-consciously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and drew your jacket closed tighter over your torso as the night breeze rustled through the nearby trees. “How was class?”

Jungkook looked surprised to see you—though it was a vast improvement from the ‘deer in headlights’ expression you used to receive from him. “H–hey,” he spoke, instantly shoving his hands into the pocket of his jeans and casting his gaze down to the sidewalk below. “Class was fine.”

You nodded and scuffed the tip of your boots against the pavement absentmindedly. “You left pretty quickly earlier today.”

At this, Jungkook chewed on his bottom lip, and if you were looking closely—which you always were—you could just make out the hint of a blush creeping up on his cheeks.

God, he was so adorable it hurt.

“Yeah, I uh, I had to get to the library,” he finally answered, and you knew it was a lie but you didn’t call him out on it. He didn’t need an excuse to leave your presence; he was free to do whatever he wanted. Though the thought of him dreading every second by your side made your heart sink in your chest.

“So uh,” you started down the sidewalk towards his dorms, knowing that if you didn’t lead the way he would just run off towards them anyways. “Do you have any plans for this Friday?”

At this, you could see his body tense up out of the corner of your eye. Was the thought of your date last weekend really that traumatizing for him?

There was a breath of silence before he spoke. “I was gonna study,” he answered, though in that moment a sound of amusement, a small, single tut fell from his lips as he quickly glanced at you with what you swore was a wry smile.

Your heart almost stopped beating entirely.

You craved for when he showed small glimpses of himself like this—when he wasn’t so uptight and worried about what to say or do and so nervous that he instinctively clammed up. Even though it was just something small, it gave you hope. And for Jungkook, you would hang onto any little sliver of hope he’d give you.

“‘Was’ being the keyword there,” you grinned, your shoulder lightly nudging his. Your stomach jumped at the brief contact, hoping that the action wouldn’t cause him to shut down again. “Have you ever been to a club?”

It was in this moment that Jungkook stopped walking—whether it was from the shoulder nudge or your question, you weren’t entirely sure. But you made sure to stop as well and rushed to fix whatever error of judgment you had just made.

“O-of course you haven’t—sorry, stupid question,” you fumbled out, feeling like a whipped, lovesick idiot for the first time in your life. “It’s just that—well, my friends are talking about going this weekend, and I... I want you to be there, with me.”

At this, Jungkook looked shell shocked, though you couldn’t imagine why. Did it really still catch him off guard when you invited him places? Haven’t you been doing that since the day you met?

“W-why?” He finally spoke as if you had just said the most outlandish thing known to mankind. “Why would you want me there?”

“Because I like spending time with you, okay?” You sighed, frustrated that he still didn’t get it. After all this time, wasn’t it easy to tell that you’re crazy about him? “I like spending time with you and I enjoy your company and the thought of doing something with you apart from walking around campus makes me happy.”

You held your breath, just bracing yourself for the rejection. This is the first time you’ve ever so blatantly poured your feelings out to him, and even then, what you said wasn’t that big of a deal, but you knew it would be to Jungkook. This boy could barely make eye contact with you up until a couple of weeks ago, much less hear that being with him made you happy.

But maybe that’s what he needed to hear. And if pouring your heart out is what it took to get through to this boy that you were actually interested in him, even after you kissed him, then god damn it, pouring your heart out was just what you were going to have to do. You were new to this, new to feeling any emotions other than pure lust and desire, but you kind of liked the feeling. So you embraced it, welcomed it with Jungkook.

You just hoped he could find it in himself to do the same.

“I...” you started again, another sigh leaving your lips once you realized he wasn’t going to respond. “I’m sorry. I just... I can’t get you out of my mind. I’ve never been able to, but especially now. Especially after that kiss.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, your stomach twisting with nerves as you brought up the elephant in the room that has yet to be addressed by either one of you. When you finally looked up at his expression, you saw that he was as white as a ghost.

“I-I gotta—“

“Jungkook, please don’t,” you winced, unable to bear him running away from you again, especially while you were being so vulnerable with him. It wasn’t a good feeling, and you were afraid of what it would do to you if he abandoned you yet again in such an emotionally charged conversation. As much as you liked to put on a strong front like your heart could handle anything, you knew deep down that it couldn’t. Because your heart was most easily hurt by him, and it was starting to wear you down whether he knew it or not.

Jungkook stopped, and you swore out of your peripheral vision you could see his figure soften when he turned back to you.

You wanted more than anything in that moment to give him a hug. God, you just wanted to... feel him. You wanted to feel him in the most innocent sense, with his arms around your waist and his chest against your face as you nuzzled into his embrace. You’ve never craved such a deep level of intimacy with anyone before, but god damn, it just hit you like a ton of bricks and suddenly you needed him. You knew it was way out of line. You knew he didn’t feel the same, would probably never want to see you in a 10-mile radius ever again. But in that moment, you just couldn’t help yourself.

So you stepped forward, opened your arms, and took a leap of faith.

And you pulled him against you for a hug.

His body was rigid against yours. It felt like you were holding a slab of concrete, hard as stone beneath your touch, but god did he feel warm and the intoxicating scent that was something so indescribably him clouded your senses, leaving you in a haze that was much stronger than any form of smoke you’ve ever inhaled. Your arms were wrapped around his middle, squeezing his body in the strongest hug your arms could manage in such a weak moment, and it was then that you surely thought you were going to faint.

Because after a few still, silent moments, you slowly felt his body start to relax against yours.

It crept over him, like the slow aftereffects of a poison, until soon his entire frame was free of any tension that had shrouded it before and he was suddenly hugging you back.

He was reciprocating the hug, he was really reciprocating it, and your heart was pounding so loudly that you were certain he could feel it against his own chest, but for once you didn’t care. Because you were finally in Jungkook’s arms, and you never wanted to leave.

•••

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Y/N always had a way of surprising him—that much was certain. There wasn’t a single moment since the day they met that Jungkook hadn’t been completely caught off guard by whatever forward statement came tumbling from those sinful lips of hers. But this? Wrapping her arms around him in a hug so tight that his body threatened to be severed in half? This was a whole new level of surprise; he actually blacked out for a couple of seconds.

Everything she said had to be a lie; it had to be, right? There was no way in hell Jungkook was on her mind as often as she was on his. Y/N had a slew of guys knocking on her door just dying to get a turn with her, and that’s how she wanted it. Y/N liked to party and get drunk and have sex. That’s all he knew about her—and yet, it wasn’t. Because somehow deep down beyond this facade that she put on around others, Jungkook remembered seeing the beautiful girl crying on the windowsill of a desolate stairwell, when she had casually mentioned that she didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life. Jungkook knew deep down there was something more, something more deep and raw and vulnerable than the strong, fierce person that she wanted everybody else to see. He could see it in her eyes, on the apples of her cheeks when she spoke to him. He brought it out in her.

And it was in that moment that Jungkook knew she was telling the truth.

Never in his life had he experienced a hug like this—sure, there was the occasional bear hugs he received from his family and friends—but nothing that had ever felt like this, like his head was pounding so hard that he started seeing stars and his body was erupting into flames that made it feel like the middle of summer during a cold autumn night. He felt so warm, yet so impossibly cold, like he had never felt true heat in his life until the moment he felt her body heat pressing against him. His brain was running a mile a millisecond, the gears shifting and working so hard into overdrive that it threatened to short circuit on him, but with her arms unrelentingly wrapped around him, he finally threw all caution to the wind and flipped all the switches in his tumultuous mind off. There was no way in hell he could ever reject this even if he wanted to; she had reduced him to putty in her hands, same as she always did.

And so putty he became, completely melted into her embrace like a puddle of goo on a hot summer’s day without any means of ever turning solid again, because this was the most of her he had ever felt in his life, and she felt better than he could’ve ever imagined in some silly fantasy of his. He forced away all inhibitions and wrapped his arms around her frame, his skin sizzling where it touched the fabric of the jacket covering her body, and he hugged her like his life depended on it. He squeezed her until he was out of breath and blue in the face, silently communicating every single word he’s wanted to say but his vocal chords would never allow him to speak, his chest rising and falling all the while to keep up with the pace of his erratically beating heart that clamored in time with hers against his ribcage.

He didn’t know how to describe it, but he just felt... home. Like she was his all along, and he had been too stubborn and scared to allow himself to realize it until now. He knew this wasn’t true—if there was anything he had learned about Y/N, it was that she couldn’t be tamed or tied down to one person—but in this moment, with the stars in the night sky twinkling above them and the sensation of her warm breath dancing through the fabric of the thin shirt covering his chest, he didn’t care. He allowed himself to get wrapped up in the fantasy, no matter how much he knew it would hurt him later. Because right now she was in his arms, his of all people, and nothing else mattered.

He didn’t know how long they went on like that, pressed against each other in complete silence with nothing but the wind moving around them, but he did know that he was the first to break apart; there was a student on the sidewalk who needed to pass and let out a very obvious cough as he was walking around them, which ultimately broke the reverie that Jungkook had gotten lost in that caused him to forget anything else in the world existed other than the two of them. Though when he pulled away to look down at her, he realized he wasn’t in any better of a position, because the dazed gleam in her eyes threatened to knock him right off his feet and caused him to get lost all over again.

Neither one of them said anything; for once, it seemed that the ever-charming Y/N was speechless, though Jungkook was sure it couldn’t have simply been his hug that rendered her to this state. He could see from his peripheral vision that her chest was rising and falling too, like she was just as out of breath as he was even though neither of them had partaken in any physical activity other than just standing there.

And then, just when the tension between them was so thick that it was about to explode, her cheeks flushing a constant state of pink and her gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips and his heartbeat practically bursting in his eardrums as she subtly inched closer—

“I should go,” Jungkook blurted out.

And just like that, his defense mechanisms flared up again, fear striking him to the bone and causing him to take action in the only way he knew how: running away.

It wasn’t lost on him that defeat visibly deflated throughout her body, though just when the guilt from this sight threatened to strangle him whole, she quickly regained her composure and masked her expression again.

“Yeah... okay,” she smiled softly, and he didn’t know why, but he felt like the gesture was meant to reassure him. “I’ll uh, I’ll talk to you later.”

Jungkook briefly mirrored the expression before nodding his head and turning away, his feet suddenly unable to take him away fast enough until—

“Jungkook.”

They skidded to a halt as if she had him bound by spell.

“Thank you.”

The words caught him so off guard that he actually glanced over his shoulder to gaze at her in quiet confusion. But all he was met with when he took one last look at her painfully beautiful face was a serene smile that was adorning her lips, seeming more at ease and content than he had ever seen her.

And as Jungkook took off down the sidewalk towards his dorm, he vowed that he would do anything to see that happiness on her features again, even if it ended up tearing his heart to shreds.

•••

It was only when he heard a knock at his dorm room that he realized he hadn’t answered her question.

He had been shell-shocked just from the mere mention of the club, but paired with her profession of feelings afterwards? Jungkook was pretty sure his mind had stopped working completely, which in turn made him forget all about the fleeting invitation. But now, when he opened the door and was met with a bright grin on Y/N’s face that he was sure could cure cancer, he realized she would be looking for a definite answer.

He wanted to go with her. God he wanted to go with her, so badly, because the thought of her in a crowded club with too many strangers’ hands on her body for her drunken mind to comprehend made him sick to his stomach. He wanted to be there for her, and he wished with all of his heart that he were one of those guys who could easily protect his girl.

But he wasn’t.

Because she wasn’t his girl, and even if she was, that just wasn’t the type of person Jungkook was; he wasn’t a fighter. Not to mention he was sure Y/N wasn’t the type of person to need protecting.

But he just couldn’t help but worry about her—worrying was his specialty, after all—especially now that his feelings for her had only grown. He didn’t want her to get taken advantage of, and god, if he had to sit through another sleepless night wondering what or whom she was doing, Jungkook thought he might go insane.

He didn’t want to go to the club. But there was no way he was going to ask her not to go; she was far too independent for that, and even so, Jungkook wasn’t a controlling person. He just didn’t know what to do.

“Hey,” Y/N‘s voice was light, slightly breathless when she spoke as if she was trying to hide the fact that she was slightly out of breath, and she was looking right at him like he was the entire world morphed into one. Could he be imagining the sparkle in her eye when their gazes met?

“...H-hi,” Jungkook replied, slightly confused as to why she was showing up at his dorm on a Friday night when she should surely be out with her friends.

There was a moment’s pause before she spoke again, and that’s when he noticed the bashful tinge of nerves that raised to slightly color her cheeks. Was Y/N actually... nervous around him? Again? Before their kiss she had been fearless, charming, and Jungkook thought he had this girl pegged as every negative stereotype that was associated with college party culture. But now, he was almost able to see some of his own timid and cautious behavior reflected back onto her. Did Jungkook really have that effect on her?

“Um, can I come in?” She asked after a moment, and it was all he could do to keep his heart from jumping straight out of his chest as he nibbled on his bottom lip before stepping aside to let her walk through.

The sight of her in his room looked so foreign, since this was only the third time she’s seen it and even that was three times too many, yet it also looked so right, like this was exactly where she belonged. The thought terrified him half to death; this was his safe haven, his sanctuary for crying out loud, and what does it mean if he’s willing to share it with her? But even so, he couldn’t help but think she’s the only one he’d ever want to share it with. She’s the first girl he’s ever felt... well, ever felt for in general. And her radiant presence just seemed to light up the room, giving everything he owned a certain glow that he hadn’t noticed they had before.

He didn’t know he’d been holding in his breath until he had to release it in order to speak.

“I thought you were going to the club?” He asked before raising an arm to nervously rub the back of his neck, internally praying that she wasn’t here to ask him to join.

Her eyes seemed to be fixed on something on his bicep before she snapped out of it. “I uh, I actually bailed on them. I figured you didn’t want to go, so...” it was when she trailed off that he noticed for the first time she was holding a bag, and when she held it up he saw it was filled to the brim. “I figured we could chill here instead?”

She looked hopeful, somewhat nervous of his rejection, and he couldn’t help his eyes from practically popping out of his head at the sound of her words. Had she really passed up an opportunity to party with her friends to stay in with him? Jungkook would’ve thought that Y/N was the type of girl to never stay in on a Friday night, but it would seem he didn’t know her as well as he thought he did. Could it be that there was some untruthfulness to the rumors he heard?

His mouth was suddenly dry and all the breath had escaped from his lungs, so he simply nodded his head down towards the bag in question rather than attempting to speak aloud.

“Oh, this is just some junk food I figured we could pig out on if you said yes,” she let out a sheepish laugh and sat the bag down on his spotless desk so that he could see inside, and it was then that Jungkook caught a glance of almost every snack assortment known to man.

Somewhere deep inside his chest, his heart melted. Had she really gone through the trouble of buying all these snacks just to bring over to his dorm? It would seem she didn’t know what he liked, so she bought one of everything. This couldn’t be the same girl he’d heard those incriminating stories about. It couldn’t be.

There was a moment of silence before he finally spoke. “Well, we might as well eat all of this now that it’s here,” he heard himself say, and at the expression of elation on her face he couldn’t help but crack a smile.

•••

You couldn’t believe he actually agreed.

When you turned down your friends’ invitation to go to the club tonight, they looked at you like you were crazy. They were afraid you had fallen physically and mentally ill, and proceeded to check your temperature and pulse to see if your vital signs were normal. It wasn’t until after maybe the fiftieth “I’m fine guys, I swear!” that they finally believed you, but even then they were confused as hell. And it’s not like you could blame them—had you ever turned down an offer to go out dancing since you started going to this university? The answer was a hard no, and your friends knew it. Which was why they gave you a few encouraging—albeit judging—stares before you left their company and hit the gas station by yourself.

What did Jungkook like to eat? You weren’t sure, so you just grabbed a bunch of shit you knew was dangerously addicting and delicious before heading off to his dorm; thank god everything was in a close vicinity of each other on this campus, because you didn’t have Taehyung’s car to borrow for the night.

Which is how you ended up where you were now, sitting atop Jungkook’s bed with your back against the wall and a bowl of popcorn in your lap.

You felt like your body was about to burst into flames; how the hell had you gotten so lucky as to have Jungkook agree to hang out with you in his room? Not only that, but he was actually sitting next to you, an act that would’ve surely never happened had you asked him a few weeks prior. But something had changed—something between that kiss and life-altering hug you’d exchanged—that had you pinching yourself to see if you were dreaming. Jungkook had finally started to feel comfortable enough to spend more than twenty minutes in your company without shoving you out the door or making a dive for the window. You couldn’t believe the progress you were making with this breathtaking enigma of a boy.

“So what about you?” You turned to him to ask, legs crossed beneath you while his favorite anime played in the background, which you insisted on watching. “You already know about my shit storm of a plan. What do you want to do with your computer science degree?”

Somehow the topic of conversation had drifted to school—probably because that’s the only thing Jungkook seemed comfortable talking about, which was perfectly fine with you. You were happy just to get the opportunity to hold an actual conversation with him, no matter the subject... until the memory of your semi emotional breakdown in the windowsill of the stairwell had been brought up. You were quick to get the subject off of you without saying too much about it.

Jungkook nibbled on his bottom lip, seeming to contemplate your question before finally opening his mouth, then closing it again as if second-guessing himself. “I’ll more than likely do software engineering,” he said in a tone that implied he was trying to convince himself as well.

“More than likely?”

“Well...” he started then paused again, his demeanor turning surreptitious and somewhat sheepish as he eyed you. “I actually... I want to become a video game designer. It’s stupid, I know.”

“No!” You were quick to reassure him. “No, I think that’s really cool, actually. You should do it!”

“Eh, it’s just a pipe dream,” Jungkook was shaking his head and lowering his eyes again. “Who knows if I’d actually be able to do it? Besides, software engineering pays the best. It’s what my parents want me to do.”

“But is it what you want to do?” You pressed, giving him a knowing look. “It’s your life, Jungkook. You shouldn’t let fear keep you from achieving your dreams.”

You didn’t know when you had become such a motivational speaker—hell, you were terrible at giving advice. None of your friends ever came to you for it because they knew you were such a bad influence. But with Jungkook, something just made you want to be... better. You wanted to help him, because you found yourself genuinely wanting the best for him.

Jungkook, on the other hand, looked white as a ghost. You were about to change the subject, if only to make him less uncomfortable, when he suddenly spoke again.

“I don’t think I’ve ever done that.”

You were puzzled at first. “Done what?”

“Not let fear keep me from doing something.”

And it was then that he was looking at you, his eyes so intense and his gaze so deep, saying so much yet speaking so little, that you could feel your heart physically moving mountains within your chest. You felt the overwhelming urge to lean forward and kiss him until you were out of breath and blue in the face, though somehow with extreme willpower you didn’t know you possessed you were able to hold yourself back.

“I’m the same way, you know.”

Jungkook was reeling back at your words, his eyes wide with disbelief and his brows furrowed in confusion as if you just said the most outlandish thing he’d ever heard. “What?”

“It’s true,” you nodded with a giggle, able to tell from his expression that he didn’t believe you one bit. “That day you saw me in the stairwell, I...” you paused, trying to muster the courage to say what you were about to say. You never opened up to anyone—not really, not about things that were important. But the way Jungkook was looking at you, the way he confided in you about his dreams, his fears of disappointing his parents... you wanted to show him that you trusted him, too.

“I had just had a meeting with the dean that day, and he told me that if I didn’t get my grades up I’d be expelled from the school without graduating.” You sighed, saying the news out loud making anxiety knot in your stomach because it meant it was that much more real. “I’ve already had academic warnings and been on academic probation a couple semesters, but never suspension... I don’t know where I’d go.”

It felt weird yet nice, like actually telling someone else about your inner turmoil has somehow lifted a weight off your shoulders. You didn’t have to bare the stress of your academic failure on your own. Thankfully Jungkook didn’t question your last statement, and you were glad; that was a whole different story, one that included your past and your parents, and you didn’t know if you could get into that tonight.

“They don’t know, do they?”

His question took you aback. “What?”

“Your friends.” When he saw your expression, he elaborated. “I could tell that, um... I–I could just tell you haven’t told them.”

His tone was gentle and understanding in a way that made you feel all fuzzy and warm from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. How could he have known that you hadn’t told anyone? Is it possible that your fearless facade wasn’t as strong as you thought it was? Or was he really just that perceptive?

And if that’s the case, then did that mean he paid more attention to you than you originally thought? Did he actually... care?

That thought alone was too much; you felt your heart spring into your throat and threaten to strangle your windpipes, rendering you speechless until there was no more air left to fill your lungs and you were collapsing from suffocation right then and there.

“N–no,” you somehow managed to get out, and now for the first time you were the one reduced to a stuttering mess in his presence, not him. “No, I haven’t told them. Nobody knows but... you.”

At this Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline, and it was all you could do to keeping from bursting into a lovesick grin, because the faintest hint of a rosy hued blush crept up along the apples of his cheeks and you could almost make out the way the corners of his lips turned up into a sheepish smile.

“Why?” His voice betrayed his expression, seeming almost skeptical and bewildered at this knowledge. “Why me?”

There was that damned question again, and you swear to god if Jungkook could only see himself through your eyes then he would have the ego of the Greek god Zeus. It broke your heart to see him question himself like this, question his worth in the way that you saw him, and in that moment, you mustered all the courage you possessed and did the only thing you knew would be strong enough to convince him of your answer.

You placed the popcorn down on the bed beside you, you leaned forward to take his hand, and you kissed him.

•••

It was like lightening had pierced through the sky and struck him down to his very core. Every fiber of his being was teeming with electricity; just the simple sensation of her lips gently brushing against his had his vision blinded by stars as they erupted within him and severed every synapses in his brain with their fiery white heat of burning gas.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think; he was rendered completely powerless beneath the weight of her gentle, barely-there kiss. And yet, at the same time, it felt like he was coming alive for the first time in his life. How could he have gone this long without her lips? How could she have let him?

It was in that moment that Jungkook knew what he wanted to do; there were no doors to escape through, and they weren’t standing outside of his dorm like their first kiss after their date, but rather sitting down on his bed with One Piece playing in the background. Any other time this would’ve distracted him, since he loved the anime to the point of practically memorizing all the words, but tonight the screen in front of him had barely even registered in his mind as all of his attention was on her. And right now was no different—everything around him had simply vanished from existence the moment her lips touched his, as if they were the only two people in the universe. And to him, they were. No one else mattered but her.

And so finally, after hours upon hours of sleepless nights fantasizing about this moment in 100 different ways, he gave into his desires. And though he didn’t have a single clue as to what he was doing, he finally leaned in and began kissing her back.

•••

You couldn’t believe your senses. You thought they were deceiving you when you felt his lips slowly, ever so carefully, begin to thaw beneath yours and lean into the kiss. Was Jungkook actually... kissing you back?

And that’s when all hell broke loose; you felt your heart open the floodgates as all the emotions youve ever felt for him came rushing out and pouring into this kiss without any means of stopping. For the first time in your entire life you felt completely weightless, like your body was floating through zero gravity and you were gazing down upon the world beneath you. You felt infinite, you felt unstoppable, you felt like you could achieve anything with Jungkook by your side. And so you took it upon yourself to slowly scoot forward so not to scare him away, carefully bringing your hand to the side of his neck and tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

You could tell this was his first kiss (besides the one after your date, of course, though that didn’t count because Jungkook didn’t reciprocate then). His actions seemed tentative and inexperienced in a completely innocent and pure kind of way that had your heart simultaneously melting and soaring within you. You felt honored—could he have actually let you be his first kiss?—and before you could help yourself, your lips were breaking out into beam so bright that it caused the kiss to momentarily break.

Jungkook pulled away slightly to stare back at you with big, blinking eyes. “W-what?”

Your heart soared again—god, why was he so fucking cute? “Nothing,” you reassured him, not wanting him to think that he did anything wrong. “I’m just—I’m really happy.”

That seemed to calm Jungkook’s nerves, because in that moment he also broke out in a small smile that had his nose scrunching slightly and his teeth peeking out from between his delicate lips that were stained red and swollen from the pressure of your kiss, and you decided that he had never looked more beautiful than he did right in this moment.

An overwhelming surge of emotion and love flooded your chest, and before you blurted out something stupid you simply leaned back in to press your lips against his again. They tasted so, so incredibly sweet—better than anything you’ve ever tasted in your life—and you quickly knew that you were going to become insufferably addicted to them.

You didn’t rush things with tongue; you wanted to take things slow, take the time to learn the curvature of his lips and the pattern of their movements against your own, and good god, you were the luckiest girl on earth.

Jungkook was slowly warming up beneath you. You could physically feel the ice melting away from his guarded heart, like flowers finally beginning to bloom in the early mornings of spring after staying dormant all those wintery months, and it was when you brought your hand up to his hair, slowly curling your fingers into each effortlessly soft strand that you heard it: the quietest, tiniest moan of pleasure that worked its way into a sigh leaving his lips.

And that’s when you felt your entire body erupt into flames.

Holy mother of fuck, how could you have deprived yourself of the single most delectable sound you’ve ever heard in your entire life? You knew he could feel the pulse of your racing heartbeat pounding against your chest right now, but you didn’t care; you were having an out of body experience. Was this how intimate embraces were supposed to feel? You didn’t know how many guys you’ve kissed in your lifetime, but never had anyone come even close to making you feel the way you felt right now. God, you were pretty sure you were about to have an orgasm out of sheer happiness.

And it was at that moment, right when both of you were getting lost in the throes of passion and the kiss began to take a more sensual, almost desperate turn, that the door suddenly burst open.

“Oh—shit, sorry man, I didn’t know you had someone over.”

Jungkook’s roommate—Trip, you believed his name was if your memory was serving you correctly—was standing in the doorway with raised brows, seemingly paralyzed with shock that he had walked in on Jungkook doing anything but studying or playing video games. And he wasn’t the only one shocked; the second the door opened Jungkook shot away from you, the tips of his ears turning beet red with widened eyes like a deer caught in headlights. And it was then that you began to wonder... were you the only person Jungkook had ever invited into his dorm?

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to read the energy in the room. Trip didn’t look like he was planning on leaving, and Jungkook obviously wasn’t going to continue things with an audience in the room, so you quickly took your cue.

“I–I should be getting out of here,” you were the first to speak, sparing Trip an apologetic smile though your gaze immediately flickered back to Jungkook, and he seemed just as breathless after that mind-blowing kiss as you were. Despite the somewhat awkwardness of the situation, you couldn’t help but grin—you were too fucking happy to keep your expression placid. “I’ll see you later, Jungkook.”

Jungkook simply nodded, a dazed and somewhat dumbfounded expression on his face as he watched you gather your things, sling the bag of uneaten snacks over your shoulder, and walk out the door.

[chimswae]

Chapter 10

Foreword:

Some stories are better left unsaid.I couldn’t change anything for the world, although the fame part of this industry is tough to handle.Do i have a life? Yes I have my fans.Do i have friends? Yes the members that I cherish. Do i have love? No I have to let go.Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow. But do i have any tomorrow?

Pairing: Jimin x OC (Other characters: BTS, OCs, Lee Taehwan)

Genre: Idolau, Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 3,625

Author Note: I crosspost this story from my Asianfanfic account. Mind you, clicheness OVERLOADS

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Chapter 10:  Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery

Evening came,the sun went down. It’s already half past eight. Both Jimin and Yeoul made their way into the hotel to get Minyeol whom she left with the boys earlier. Little did they knew, they had prolong the conversation that they had. Indeed, five years were way too long; there were tons of things to talk about.

 Like a gentleman he’s, Jimin opened to door to his room giving the space for Yeoul to walk in first. They were greeted by sleeping Minyeol on Jungkook’s lap. The younger boy slept soundly in a fetal position which awed Jimin.

 He’s my son indeed. Jimin smiled inwardly.

“You guys are back” Jin greeted cheerfully.

 “Judging from your expression. I assume the talk went well” the leader gave both of them a thumbs up accompanied with his dimple smile. He’s stupidly adorable, Yeoul squealed on the inside.

 Jimin glanced at Yeoul warily and he noticed her smile was rather contagious, so he turned her facing him “What…” she blinked in daze. The older boys was judging Jimin hard then only they realized, he was jealous. Wow, love really changed people.

 “You…do you smile to anyone like that?” he grazed his teeth together.

 “What is wrong with my smile” she cupped her cheeks with a slight pout.

 Notching his hand on his hips haughtily, he eyed the innocent girl “Apart from Jeon.. who else do you like in Sonyeodan?” Jimin gruff voice got other members to look at his direction even the sleepy Yoongi could sense sudden silence in the room. He opened his eyes lazily seemed annoyed.

 “Hmm…Let me think first” he cocked his ear towards Yeoul with pretend seriousness.

 Jin cringed “What the hell is that for?” the leader beside him hushed Jin to keep his mouth shut. Namjoon found it was amusing to watch another side of Jimin, a side that he only showed around Yeoul.

 “Is this something that you need to think? Oh god Yeoul..” he grunted in dissatisfaction.

 “Dont pressure me I have names in my mind. There is Jeon Jungkook…” as expected the golden maknae turned crimson red as he shifted uncomfortably. Jimin’s stare seemed to throw daggers at his way.

 Yeoul played along in teasing Jimin so she went to Hoseok’s side “And this guy, Jhope? His smile lit up my entire world” she smiled adorably like a shy fangirl. With a victory smug plastered all over his face, Hoseok stood up and gave Yeoul a soft hug before Jimin marched to them, pulling the girl away from him.

 “Park Jimin I am giving my fanservice to my fan!” Hoseok shrieked in disbelief.

 “She is not your fan!” Jimin exclaimed.

 Amused, Yoongi snickered lowly “I am not surprised if Yeoul decided to dump Jimin for one of us in the future” green in envy, the younger boy shot him a warning glare.

 “Well oh well, Jungkook may fit the role since Minyeol really like him” Hoseok teased.

 “I thought she is off limit” said Jungkook.

 “Yes she is Jeon. So don’t be like Hobi hyung” Jimin chortled, hugging her shoulder protectively. She chuckled in amusement, now why was she not surprised. He had always been possessive in a good way when it came to Yeoul. Some people never changed.

 “Tsk tsk look at you Park Jimin. We are not even dating,are you playing boyfriend now” Yeoul removed his hand off her and sunk beside Jungkook, stroking Minyeol’s air.

“There is nothing wrong with that, I just want to make sure my members know you are taken” he whined while pursing his lips upwards, sulking.

 “Unofficially taken” she corrected, Yeoul then shifted her attention to Jungkook “Thank you for looking after Minyeol. Did he make you run?” she chuckled softly.

 Jungkook smiled softly “It is all good, Minyeol is a good kid. I had fun, oh do you want to hold him instead?” she gladly nodded and moving Minyeol to her embrace. Sulky Jimin was watching both of them with a disapproving look.

 The younger boy stretched a little, massaging his aching muscle even though Minyeol did not weigh  much but to stay in one position for an hour could be tiring too. Nonetheless, he had nothing to complaint.

 Taehyung strutted inside with snacks with a big grin on his face “ I bought snacks-Oh Yeoul and Jimin fancy to see both of you here. Let’s celebrate since you both made up!” she shook her head at his silliness.

 What to celebrate seriously?

 In the middle of their mini party Yeoul was bombarded with questions from the floor, and she tried her best to answer every single souls in the room. She liked how welcoming Bangtan members were. Without doubt, Jimin was lucky to have them by his side. They were the sweetest friends that he could wish for.

 Time passed quickly, as in it’s midnight already? Time flew when you’re having fun with your loved one. Yes her loved one, Jimin. It was too early to say this but that was the truth. She treasured every moments with him, reflecting back her bitter past. Filled with regrets and regrets.

 Jimin offered to send her back home though Namjoon insisted her to stay since it was already late. She politely declined the offer considering how inappropriate it would be to hog the room that Jimin shared with Jungkook and Yoongi. She didn’t expect the seven boys to squish in one small room right?

 Therefore, Jin offered to drive both of them home, Minyeol was still fast asleep in Jimin’s arm. It was the perfect view of the century. Jimin and Minyeol just how she used to picture all this time. Her heart feel warmth again, how wonderful was that.

 As they reached Yeoul’s home, Jimin carried sleeping Minyeol inside and tuck him to bed. Planting a  soft kiss on his forehead, Yeoul escorted him out “Thank you Jimin for today” she smiled.

 His cat like eyes met hers and she saw the gleam of happiness in his orbs “I have to thank you instead. Thank you Yeoul for giving me chance. We will figure this soon” she smiled, touched by his sincerity. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled Yeoul closed, gently rubbing her arm.

 The cold temperature outside seemed to rise, as she relaxed into his arms fully “You have to go, you don’t want to make Jin waiting” his embrace was warm and his muscular arms seemed very protective around her. It’s feel like they are one organism, melted together.

 “Lets go out tomorrow, the three of us” he suggested earnestly.

 Yeoul raised her head, her glittering gaze skimming over him “But I heard you are heading back tomorrow?” her lips were pressed into thin line. She did not want him to ditch this whole plan of going back to Seoul because of her, he still needed to practice for his upcoming tour in Thailand. It would be another long week for him.

 Raising his hand Jimin stroked her hair and smiled “I can make it, we will be leaving in the evening. I will fetch you tomorrow morning, how does it sound?” Yeoul nodded frantically. Of course she loved the idea, it had been so long since she last went out for a date. Well, there was one with Taehwan but it was not even a real date.

 “See you tomorrow then” he patted the top of her head “Go inside, it is cold” her eyes smile melted him on the spot.

 “Get back home safely” she waved shyly as soon as he saw the window of the van being rolled down revealing smirking Jin.

 “How lucky I was to witness your lovey dovey moment. See you again Yeoul” Jin threw his infamous flying kiss with a wink. That startled Yeoul, she immediately went inside with a bright blush on her cheeks.

 Jimin retorted “You scared her hyung! Stop throwing that kisses to anyone. She is Na Yeoul not our Armys” he filled the passenger seat. Jin on the other hand just whistled away with a teasing smile earning a smack from Jimin.

 “Hyung….” he protested adorably.

 At this rate who could stop Kim Seokjin?

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“APPA” Minyeol ran as fast as lightning, tackling Jimin into a tight hug. The younger boy laughed happily “MY APPA IS HERE” Yeoul smiled at the welcoming sight in front of her.

 “Daddy’s son so hyper this early” he hold the younger boy, rocking him side to side with a genuine smile. She let them stayed like that exchanging hi and devouring their daddy-and-son moment. Come to think about it again, it felt too real to be truth.

 Yesterday after Jin and Jimin left, Taehwan came over to check on her. To come at odd hours like that was so not Taehwan, then he happened to witness Jimin and Yeoul few minutes ago. She feared this time would come where she had to break his heart. As a matter of fact her relationship was not like how he thought it would be but she didn’t want to put false hope on him.

  “So you and Jimin..”

 Yeoul blurted before he could finish his words “It is not like what you think. We are not in that kind of relationship..still figuring it out” he sighed in sheer relief.

 However his expression was rather dark and dull “I hope you guys can work on something, whatever is  best for you and Minyeol” he smiled sadly.

 “Tae-ah…I am sorry” she looked down on her feet too afraid to meet his gaze. He had done everything for her, the only thing she couldn’t give him now was her heart. It’s always been Jimin.

 “Hey… don’t apologize. Feelings cant be force Yeoul-ah, just so you know I will be here beside you no matter what” he took her hand, caressing it with care and love.

‘I hope you find someone that can love you as much you love me Taehwan’ she wrapped her arm around his torso, hugging him.

  Minyeol’s voice brought her attention back abruptly to happy faces in front of her “Mommy, lets go! Daddy said we will be riding fun rides!” he held onto Yeoul’s hand tight, swinging it back and forth.

 “Will you be okay to go out in public?” her eyes glistened with worries. Taking a few step closer to Jimin, she put the mask back on covering his face “Better..Now lets go” she squished his cheeks briefly.

 How to stop myself from falling for you even deeper Na Yeoul, Jimin rubbed his back hair with a foolish smile.

 Hand in hand they strolled along the sidewalk with Minyeol in the middle, both of them eventually listened to this cute chatterbox along the journey. For some reason, Minyeol really inherit Yeoul’s personality, he talked way too much. Exchanging funny stories with the younger one mostly about his classmates, gave them a big laugh. There was no doubt he was chosen to become the class president.

 The family arrived at an amusement park which already excite Minyeol whom started to bob his head up and down, getting ready to try out different rides. His eyes were glimmered in happiness “Appa, look toys! Can I have those?” he pointed at the bunny plushies.

 Jimin immediately grimaced as it reminded him of Jungkook “Out of all toys, why must bunny” annoyed, he hummed under his breath.

 “WHOA!” Minyeol clasped his hand excitedly and his mouth gaped, amused at the sight of roller coaster not far from where they stood.

 “Can we ride that appa appa?” he blinked cutely, playing with Jimin’s fingers.

 “That ride is not for a kid like you Na Minyeol” Yeoul waved her finger in disapproval.

 “Park… Park Minyeol” Jimin corrected with a playful glare.

 “Is this even a right time to debate?” Yeoul rolled her eyes with a frown.

 Minyeol continued to beg “Please please mommy..let me ride that. Appa plishh” he then turned to Jimin who seemed ready to comply. No matter what kind of body signal Yeoul gave him, Jimin would just shun her. In the end, they agreed to ride the roller coaster.

 They walked towards the roller coaster ride, and it just finished loading the passengers with the last bunch of people who were already waiting in line. The line was quite long since it was a popular ride in the park. Luckily, they managed to get a seat in the middle. Yeoul made sure to keep Minyeol securely between them and double checked the safety gear before the ride roll up.

 “You are crazy Park Jimin” she complained.

 He chuckled at her nervousness “What? It will be fun plus our Minyeol is a brave boy. He takes after me” ruffling his son hair, Minyeol smiled widely.

 “I don’t remember you being the bravest person on planet. Tch, show off. So you score nothing on this one” Jimin pinched her nose caused her to twig his ear lightly.

 “Human change, so digest that Na Yeoul” the corner of his lips quirked into a pout.

 How childish.

They watched the ride start to roll up the steep track and people were waving and waiting for their big moments, the drop.Not long after the ride sped down the tracks and they could hear people screaming in excitement and fear.

 As for Yeoul, she most likely petrified since she’s been holding Minyeol’s hand tight but that kid had the audacity to slap her hand away so he could throw it in the air feeling the cold wind hitting his skin. This kid just spent half day with his daddy, and he already acted all bratty. She gritted her teeth, hoping the ride would end soon.

 The hell ride finally came to an end and some already barfed at the corner as soon as they left the ride. Out of people who joined the ride, Minyeol was one of the youngest though the ride was not as challenging compared to the usual coaster for the adults but still it was dizzying.

 “You alright son?” Jimin crouched down at his level, stroke Minyeol’s back with a fatherly look.

 He cracked a grin “It was fun appa, I want to try that again!” Yeoul shook her head.

 “Not today baby. Next time okay when you grow a little older and taller? Maybe taller than your dad..” she smiled meekly teasing Jimin. Vengeance, obviously for agreeing to Minyeol’s request.

 Jimin stood “Wow im surprised since you love this smol guy after all” he cringed, poking his small finger directly against her forehead “You watch out” he smirked.

 Baffled Minyeol watched his parents bickered like a 3rd grader and he could only crack an adorable smile “Appa, you promise me to get the bunny! GO GO!” he tugged Jimin’s hand excitedly towards the booth full with different games and eye candy presents.

  So, they spent few hours there trying out different rides and these time no more crazy one like roller coaster. Yeoul’s warning was crystal clear, they didn’t want to piss the mother off, bad move. After the tiring activities in the park, they went to grab lunch at Minyeol’s favorite restaurant. According to Yeoul they would spend at least thrice a week here to get Minyeol’s favorite udon. For a boy at his age, even the choice of his favorite food was matured and old.

 Jimin will be leaving in an hour as he already promised with others, he would be on time so they could reach Seoul before midnight if Jin chose to drive like Dominic Toretto. He was walking Yeoul and Minyeol back home with Minyeol on his back, a piggyback.

 He fall asleep since it was a long day, hence Jimin suggested them to take a walk instead. Jimin wanted to spend last hour with Yeoul before touring next week. God knows when he could come back and visit them again.

 “Aren’t you hot under that mask? You are sweating” Yeoul dabbed her hand on his forehead wiping off the sweat formed. Indeed, it suffocated him.

 “Dont worry about me, but can you help me to pull it down so I can breath fresh air for few minutes” he requested with his not so cute voice.

 Yeoul bit her lower lips unsure whether to pull it down or just let it stay that way “People might recognize you..” he shook his head assuring her it would be alright. She reached out, pulling the mask slowly finally unmasked his handsome face.

 “This cap will cover half of my face so don’t worry” he inhaled a deep breath liking the emptiness around his face. Since he had been wearing it for hours, he felt like dying without proper oxygen.  The street was rather secluded so he took the cue to unmask for few minutes.

 “I prefer it this way, I can see your handsome face clearly” she giggled.

 “Is that a compliment?” he nudged her shoulder with his with a goofy smile.

 “Whatever you think it is” she played it cool.

 They made a sharp turn as they were getting nearer to Yeoul’s home, “Thank you for today Jims. You don’t know how much it meant for Minyeol. This is his first time to get a fatherly attention” she broke the silence again.

 “He is our son Yeoul. Don’t you feel indebted. I am willing to do anything for him, to pay all those missing year. I will try my best to be a good father for Minyeol” he glanced at Yeoul. Sometimes she worried too much, he could read her like an open book.

 “You will be a good father, I have faith in that” there were a group teenagers walked pass them which fluster Yeoul. She quickly pulled back Jimin’s mask upward covering his face.

 She exhaled a relief sigh “Thank god they didn’t notice you” chuckling away her cuteness, Jimin pulled down his masked again, giving a soft peck on her cheeks.

 “Thank you my yeoul” that was it, she’s weak when it came to Jimin.

 As they reached their destination. Yeoul went to wake Minyeol slowly, so that he could bid farewell to Jimin or else he would be grumpy tomorrow. Sleepy Minyeol didn’t take the farewell easily as he kept on insisting Jimin to stay.

 “Appa promise will come to visit when my work is done. For the time being watch appa on tv, you will see me” he winked, kissing his cheeks softly.

 He pouted “Appa promise Minyeollie?”

 “Yes I promise will come to you as soon as my work finish alright?” Minyeol hugged Jimin, more like clung onto him with a sad pout.

 “Don’t give appa that sad look. I will be coming back soon alright? Be a good boy and oh tell your friends that you ride roller coaster with appa today” squishing Minyeol close, his eyes were pulled into his infamous eye smile.

 Yeoul stroked his hair “Minyeol go inside first and ready to shower”

 “Alrighty…Appa bye…Love you” Minyeol planted a sloppy kiss on both of Jimin cheeks as he took the plushie bunny from Yeoul’s hand making his way inside.

 “So.. don’t you want to give me a hug? You will be missing for quite some time” he spread his arms with wide grin, welcoming Yeoul into his embrace.

 “Silly..” she approached Jimin and Yeoul gladly settled in his embrace. His embrace was her favorite spot to snuggle, it cant be compared with a mere duvet or comforter in her room. To Yeoul, his hug was a cure to any disease.

 Jimin whispered “I will be missing you so badly” he heaved a heavy sigh. He really did not want to leave just yet, since there were a lot of things that he wanted to do with Minyeol and Yeoul. Like he had choice, he signed up for this so he needed to comply.

 “Me too.. Take care don’t stress yourself. Since you will be on plane most of the time, don’t forget to stretch or you will be losing your ability to walk” she chuckled, gazing up at his face.

 “That is a cruel advice. Your mouth is as bad as Yoongi hyung” he chortled.

 She giggled “Who? Ah.. that rapper with milky skin… he is cool though very intimidating. He is a nice guy, everyone in sonyeodan is so kind. I like them, maybe I can reconsider choosing another sonyeodan as my-” his brows knitted into a deep frown.

 “Yah.. don’t have any funny ideas. I still don’t agree how you actually LIKE jungkook, im watching you closely”he warned, resting their forehead together, he stared deeply into her orbs.

 Locking his arms around her waist “I like how you look at me like this” she mumbled as blush crept on her cheeks.

 “I like how you sweet talk me” he nuzzled her face and their nose brushed sending chill down her spine. Their close proximity had driven her crazy all day, she blamed Jimin natural flirty side. His charm was something that she couldn’t resist since forever.

 He was about to lean in for a kiss when a voice stopped him “Jimin oppa?” Yeoul eyes shot open realizing what came to them at that moment.

 “Are you Jimin oppa?” they heard the owner of the voice getting closer to them.

 Then there was another voice “No no it cant be Jimin oppa. Our oppa is not dating anyone” since they could only see Jimin’s side profile, it was still a big deal. Some fans could recognize even a glimpse of their back head or hands.

 Jimin eyed Yeoul intensely not knowing how to react, they felt the air was getting heavy. How on earth they recognized him when this area was practically empty and secluded. This called for trouble.

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CASTIEL B !!!

B - Being best friends

Howhe ended in this situation, Castiel sincerely couldn’t even tell.Standing up in the middle of the shop, he watched, distraught, thehorde of women around him, speaking like if they had absolutely noprudishness. 

Notthat this type of conversation disturbed him, but he would gladlyexchange his place with someone at this precise moment. Hearing aboutthe sexual life of conservative stuck-up Madams in their fortieswould mostly traumatize the innocent and pure soul he was. 

Becauseyes, compared to the words floating in the air right now, hehad to admit his own sexual life had to be pretty standard and boring– but way much more sane than their. He would have to kill youlater for impose him so much pain. 

Notonly you had to drag him around a lingerie shop, but you alsoabandoned him alone, destined to be devoured with frustrated eyes. Hefelt like fresh flesh, thrown to the wolves. He was still a child,for god sake – at least when it was convenient.

- Cassy ! A voice raised from behind a panties rail, and he barely saw your little hand encourage him to join you.

- Don’t call me like that, he uselessly mumbled once he found you, busy with a shop assistant to speak about who knows what.

- I need your advice, you announced, turning over with a bright smile. 

Beforehe could even answer anything, you swang two brassieres under hisnose. There was only with your best friend you would dare to do this,without seeing his cheeks turning as red as the seller’s lipstick.

Helet escape a haughty giggle and raised an eyebrow, smirking in frontof you.

- You took two cups above yours, recognize it.

- That you think, you pitifully stammered, gnashing your teeth. 

Thatguy was so stuck into the primary bestiality, harming the males’reputation. 

Atyour side, the shop assistant crossed her arms, clearly disapprovingthe sexist character she was sure he was.

- We were wondering which tone would fit better with her skin, to stay serious. Maybe you could suggest something ?

- Why me, that’s not my job.

- You think I brought you for what, checking the ladies out ?

- Hey ! They are the hungry ones !

Hesighed exaggeratedly, glancing at the brassieres you presented him.In good faith, he would have never bet you were the kind of woman towear something with so few fabrics. The look he gave you made youblush, and you could practically feel him probing your mind.

- So, which one ? You asked for the second time, shaking the pieces of clothes, as if it would clear his thoughts from his ounce of doubt.

- Certainly not those stuffs, little girl. You’re too innocent for that.

Youstammered in shame, trying to find the words to silence him, fullyaware of the inquisitor look the woman at your side adrdessed you.You knew why he was saying that. As you knew he knew why you broughthim here, in the vain hope the eye of someone you valued as a desiredand handsome man would be enough to make you feel wanted. You werefully aware that it was the wrong way you took. But how could you dootherwise, when the need to feel attractive ate you from inside fortwo weeks ?

Notingyour trouble, Castiel took away the brassieres from your hands,before quickly giving it back to the seller. He caught your arm tolead you outside of the shop, looking for a place where you bothcould finally have a serious and crucial talk. Reaching a park, hemade you sit on a bench.

- So when you called me this morning, pretending you knew how to get him back, that was your plan ? Really ?

- It wasn’t a bad idea in my mind…

- Yeah, well, remember all those times your mind sucked as fuck. Mine is way much more reliable, so listen to me once for all.

Youbarely looked up to meet his accusing gaze, your fingers pinchingeach other, in an attempt to reduce your unease.

- He’s an asshole. Yes yes, he’s not when you know him, and all those stuffs, he replied at the view of your indignation. But excuse me, what would have you told me if I came one day, telling you I left my girlfriend just because she did not want to open her legs ? You would have gotten your knickers in a knot. That’s exactly the same here. And it’s not by buying lingerie and playing his game you will be happier. You didn’t want to do it ? So what ? If he’s not smart enough to understand you’re not just a piece of meat, he can fuck with himself, because no one deserves some jerk like that.

- That’s not so easy…

- Yeah, we all say that. A chance you didn’t know me when I broke up with Deborah. I was a total mess, and even months later, I still ran to her feet just because something was missing during all this time. But you need, especially you, to take a moment alone to be proud of who you are, and fuck the world if people don’t like how you are or act. It’s always better than being unhappy and dying without knowing yourself, just to pretend to be a bland version of who you are. He’s not on your game. He lost, not the contrary.

Youperfectly knew he was right. He was always right, those times. Dayand night, he was here for you, decided to change your mind, in a wayor another. You let your head fall on his shoulder, giving you thetime to heal a little.

- Now look at me, he finally added, breaking up the silence, a finger gently straightening your head up. Better.

- What would I be without you, seriously ? You asked with a poor smile, picking up a strand of his hair and playfully pulling it. 

Hegave you a cocky smirk, crossing his arms against his chest.

- Well, where to begin ?

- Oh you asshole…

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Movie Night

[by darktenshi17]

For @twofrontteethstillcrooked who wanted some Finn, Poe and Rey. Hope you enjoy this!

Movie Night

Poe’s browsing the holonet on his day off when his eyes just happen to catch an advertisement on the corner of the screen.

It Came From Beyond the BEYOND! The final chapter!

  Don’t miss this thrilling conclusion to the “It Came From” series. Playing in select holo-cinemas!

There was a link that showcased all the cinemas the film would be playing at, and one of those planets, Byblos, was sympathetic to the Resistance and welcoming of Resistance fighters. Not that any Resistance fighter would go to any planet advertising their allegiance.

Still… it was an approved planet for visiting and Poe had a few days of leave available. He’d also been showing the other films in the series to Finn and Rey, who seemed to enjoy them. Both of whom had also been working really hard lately and could use a fun outing as well…

Without thinking twice, Poe purchases three tickets just in case; they’ll likely go fast and he won’t cry about a few lost credits if his plan doesn’t go through.

The film isn’t for several weeks, but he doesn’t waste time in trying to convince the general that he should be allowed to take leave and take Finn and Rey with them. He’s prepared to plead his case, to beg on his knees, to do anything.

“Alright.”

Poe blinks in surprise, “Alright, just like that?”

General Organa smiles at him and reaches up to pat his arm. “Poe you work hard and very rarely take leave. Plus those kids deserve some time away from base to just let loose and enjoy themselves. Did you really think I was going to say no?”

“Well I was prepared to beg at least a little bit.” Shrugging as he says it, Poe can’t help but grin sheepishly.

“Would it make you feel better if I pretended to make you?” she says with a grin. “I can’t say I wouldn’t mind a little bit of grovelling.”

Laughing, Poe shakes his head, “Sorry General, that ship has sailed.”

She swats at him with a fond look. “Go on, then. I’ll give you three days. Go and have fun and don’t muck it up.”

“Muck it up? Why, whatever could you mean, General mine?” Poe turns the full power of his innocent gaze on her and only receives another swat in response. “Ow!”

“Get out of here, you!”

Laughing, he beats a hasty retreat, determined to find Rey and Finn, who are most likely practicing with Master Luke.

When he arrives at the field where Luke has taken to training Rey and Finn, the two padawans are currently standing on their hands and floating small pebbles back and forth.

“Have you come to steal my padawans from me, Poe Dameron?” Master Luke asks without even turning to face Poe. It would have shocked Poe if he wasn’t so used to dealing with Jedi and their mysticism.

“Well I was going to ask first,” Poe defends, plopping down on the grass next to Master Luke.

Luke smiles and chuckles. “A rare occurrence, that.”

“That hurts, Master Luke.”

Looking not at all chastised, Master Luke calls out to Finn and Rey. “That’s enough for the day, my padawans. You have a gentleman caller here to whisk you away.”

“Poe!” Rey does a graceful flip to get back upright and runs over to him, while Finn takes a more down to earth approach and rolls back onto his feet before joining him. “You’re taking us somewhere?”

“Are we going to need extra blasters and medkits?” Finn asks skeptically, having been with Poe on more than one ‘adventure.’

Poe pouts at the insinuation that this is going to be in any way dangerous. “No, you don’t need either of those…” On second thought, “Maybe bring the medkit, you never know when you’ll need one.” He wraps an arm around both Rey and Finn’s shoulder. “No, my friends, we’re going to Byblos to watch the last film in the ‘It Came From the Beyond’ series. The General and wise Master Skywalker have graciously allowed us three days leave to go and enjoy ourselves. I’m going to take you both out on the town.”

“You’re serious?” Finn asks, skeptically.

“I’m serious.”

Rey seems more excited. “A live holo-film? The last of the series…c-can we go to a Biscuit Baron?” Trust someone who has only had instant meals all their life to want to try all the gourmet fast food places in the Galaxy.

How could Poe even think about telling her no? Not that he would, anyway. “Of course we can. Anything you guys want. It’ll be my treat.”

Master Luke chuckles behind him. “I would watch what you say; there are many things that they could ask for that you won’t be able to deliver. Lucky for you they’re generous souls who would not think to take advantage of you that way.”

Finn grins. “Well, I could use some clothes to go around Byblos in, and I’m sure Rey could too. We want to look good if we’re going to be going out.”

“Luke! Don’t encourage them.” Still, Poe finds that he can’t say no; he wants to spoil Finn and Rey. “Why don’t you two go pack? I’ll meet you at the Falcon in thirty minutes, alright?”

“Alright!” Rey is grinning as she drags Finn toward their quarters, incidentally in the same wing as Master Luke and General Organa.

Poe and Master Luke watch them go. “This will be good for them, getting out and just being young people,” Master Luke comments fondly. “I’m glad that they have you and the other friends that they’ve made on base. Both of them have gone through so much in their young lives.”

“I know. I wish I could take them far away from all of this, but I also know that they wouldn’t run away from it. There’s too much that still needs to be done.” It hurts to say it, but Poe knows it’s true; neither Finn nor Rey will run away from this fight. They’re both so brave.

Master Luke says nothing to that, only patting Poe’s arm. “I’m sure that you have packing of your own to do and you don’t want to be the one to keep them waiting. Go and have fun.”

“Thank you, Master Luke.” Poe hurries off, BB-8 trundling along after him. There’s so much that he needs to pack so that these three days can be the best ever for Finn and Rey.

-

The trip to Byblos goes well; Rey lets Poe pilot the Falcon and it’s a dream come true. Rey babbles excitedly from the co-pilot seat while Finn interjects a few things here and there. Of the two, Rey enjoys the films more, but Poe is pretty sure that Finn is going to enjoy himself as well. If not for the film then for everything else that they’ll get to do on Byblos, such as Biscuit Baron, the zoo, getting a pedicure (because why not!?), and then just getting to spend time together while watching the film.

They arrive on Byblos without any trouble and the first trip is to Biscuit Baron, where all three of them got Bantha Breakfast Biscuits for their meals. Poe was more interested in watching Finn and Rey’s reactions than he was in eating; Rey was devouring hers with relish, whereas Finn seemed less sure.

“Not to your liking?”

Finn shrugs taking a bite of his meal. “It’s okay, passable I guess. Nothing compared to the stuff that you’ve cooked for us though.”

Poe colours at the compliment. “Well, I do try very hard to make you both all the best food.”

“And we appreciate it,” Rey adds once she swallows her current bite of food. “This is different from what you make and I really like it.” She pauses and looks at both Finn and Poe. “Are either of you going to finish yours?”

“You can have it. I had a big meal before we left.” Poe hands over his meal, not at all regretting sacrificing the food, not when Rey is smiling so brightly. “After this we’re going to go and get some new outfits, and then get our toenails done.”

That nets him weird looks from both Finn and Rey, “Why would we do that?”

“Because it’s nice and relaxing and you can get cute little stickers done on them.”

Rey thinks about this. “Can I have BB-8 done on mine?”

“As long as we have a holo of him you can do whatever you like, he might even appreciate it.” What BB-8 hadn’t appreciated so much was being left to guard the ship while they were out. He’d let Poe know very loudly and with many expletives just what he thought of the decision.

When everyone’s done eating, Poe takes them into the heart of the city to go and browse the clothes. Rey finds a nice green dress with red flowers on it that appeals to her, and Finn eventually settles on a dark purple shirt and black slacks.

They both look great in their new clothes, which are sent to their room at the hotel that they’ve rented for the next three days.

“We’ll go back and change before dinner and the movie,” Poe assures them, and then leads them to where they get their nails done.

Finn has a bit of trouble understanding and relaxing at first, and Rey seems ready to fight the person who is going to do her toes, but they both settle in un-certainly when they see Poe relax. “If you guys really don’t want to do this we can go.”

Both are determined to see it through and even manage to relax; Finn in particularly enjoys the foot rub that comes as part of the experience, and he nearly melts into the chair.

For their nails they each choose something different: Rey gets green nails for both her hands and her toes, with little BB-8s on her toes, Finn goes for purple toenails without designs, and Poe gets a blue chrome colour with a small Black One on each of his big toes, and then little Rebel Alliance starbirds on his other toes.

Once they head back to the hotel to shower and change they all look fierce. Poe has brought for himself a pair of black slacks and loose white shirt to wear for dinner; simple but stylish.

He takes Finn and Rey to dinner at an upscale but reasonably priced restaurant and lets them order whatever they want. Finn gets a seafood dish while Rey settles on a bantha steak. Poe himself settles for a layered salad that is to die for.

They keep talk light, mostly about the movie they’re about to go see; it’ll be the first holo-film that either Finn or Rey will be seeing in theatres, which makes the last part of the surprise all the better.

When they get to where the film will be showing it’s in a large grassy area with a screen that is hovering up above it. “What’s going on here?”

“It’s an outdoor holo-theater,” Poe says with a grin, dragging Finn and Rey over to a great spot and laying out fuzzy blanket he’d brought. “Not many of these around and I thought it would be a real treat. And speaking of treats, I’m going to go and purchase us some, because it’s not right that you don’t have the whole experience. Stay here.”

Poe buys them everything from the concession stand that any theatre goer could want: popcorn, candies, chocolate, and cotton candy, and they do indeed gorge on the food as they watch the film, the three of them curled up together comfortably.

It’s the perfect ending to a great day and Poe doesn’t bother to wake either Rey or Finn up as the film credits rolls; they can watch all the extra scenes when it comes out online in a couple of months.

[flawedimagination]

Rae of Sunshine- Chapter 3 Break You

Pairing: Eric/OC

Fandom: Divergent

Rating: M

Summary: Rae thought Amity was where she belonged. Even with her dark past fuming inside of her, she had always done her best to suppress it. With Choosing Day approaching she was confident in her decision to stay in Amity. That is until a certain Dauntless Leader came roaring into Amity's gates. Once Eric has Rae in his sights he is willing to do anything to have her, even if that means breaking her and destroying the world she lives in.

word count: 3,553

The compound looked ghostly at night. Empty of all its happy go lucky worker bees and the sound of all their buzzing. The only sounds that could be heard now were the chirpings of the pesky grasshoppers and crickets that roamed around in the fields. The chirping seemed to grow louder and louder until it suddenly ceased. Almost like something had interrupted them while rustling through the thick lush of grass.

A dark shadowy figure glided through the fields, heading in the direct of the wall that kept the unknown out. The silhouette moved through the thick forest where it stopped at a very familiar spot. Rae's old demolition site that had been abandon many years ago. It still contained all the shattered remnants of Rae's soul, along with the old beat up car. The hooded figure stepped further into the opening of the location, unveiling her hood.

"Lovely night for a stroll isn't it Johanna?"

Johanna was startled by the voice that came up from behind, causing her to suddenly jerk away from the hot breath on her neck. She peered into the glowing eyes staring back at her in anticipation for her to speak.

"Yes, it is. I'm glad it was nice enough for us to have our meeting you so urgently demanded. Now, what is it you want Kent?" Johanna said while straightening her back up.

"Oh come on Johanna. Don't you like our little chats we have? Okay fine I'll get to the point. He's not happy with Amity lately. First the shortage of food, now Dauntless patrolling around Amity. He's starting to become very displeased with your performance and feels like maybe Amity needs a little reminder." He threatened.

"No! No please! We're doing the best we can, but we have to have enough food for all the other factions, not just the Factionless. It's been hard reach your demands. As for Dauntless, there's nothing I can do. Their leader is growing suspicious. Please just give us more time. We gave you more than enough food last time."

"Johanna, he's been more than generous to Amity. I mean he's made sure to keep the chaos out of your compound. Remember he's the one keeping Amity from burning to the ground. And the only way to keep him satisfied is to give him your contribution to our cause. The more time given the more desperate our people become and you should know desperate people do desperate things." He warned.

"I know. I know what your people are capable of. Please just tell me what I need to do."

"It's simple. Get rid of Dauntless. Give us our food you owe and then wait until your services are needed again. See easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy. That is unless you decide to be uncooperative or Dauntless starts to cause us problems. Then we'll have to take some affirmative action people will start to get hurt, go missing, burn, but you already know that don't you?"

Johanna swallowed the malice of his words, knowing his threats we're real. "I understand. I'll have your supplies ready." She declared.

Kent smiled at her submission and chuckled. "Well, I'm sure he'll be happy to hear that. See the five factions have their system of operations and we have ours. You have a goodnight, Johanna. I can't wait till our next meet." He said slipping into the darkness of the forest.

Johanna narrowed her eyes as he disappeared into the murky woodland. Her mind was running in a million different directions. How was she going to get enough food together in time for the factionless on top of everyone else Amity had to feed? How was she going to get Eric and his Dauntless regime out of Amity? Did she just make a deal with the Devil?

Rae's mornings usually ran the same. She'd typically give herself an extra five minutes of sleep, which would result in her tardiness. She was lucky it was her day off considering the amount of sleep she got last night. The events from yesterday had her head spinning all night long. Rae wiped the sleep from her eyes and rolled out of bed. She needed to get ready for rehearsals with Joshua. Rae ran through her closet before settling on her favorite yellow sundress. She moved to the bathroom to brush her teeth and quickly ran her fingers through her loose curls. Stepping into the kitchen she could already smell the sweet apple cinnamon aroma in the air. Two apple turnovers and her peace tea were appropriately waiting for her along with her tea. After devouring her breakfast, she threw on her sandals and was on her way out the door.

Walking through Amity, Rae noticed a change in the atmosphere. The genuine smiles that walked around the compound seemed a lower than usual. This was probably due to the fact that Dauntless were hovering through the crowd. While most Dauntless moved swiftly to their assigned sentry duty. Some packs lingered around the dome, taunting any Amity that walked by. As Rae neared the dome, she knew she wouldn't go unscathed from their crude comments.

"Fuck! The guys back at home were right on one thing about Amity. The women here look fucking delicious. I mean look at those hips! Hey baby where you going?" one called out.

Some whistling followed suit but Rae just ignored their comment and moved to walk in before being stopped by a familiar face.

"Well Goodmorning Sugar. I've been thinking about you I wanted to get to know you a little better but you left in such a hurry last night I didn't get to. How about tonight we meet up for some cherry picking? Hmm, what do you say?" Luke proposed as he blocks her access.

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline your offer as Dauntless should be gone by this afternoon and I wouldn't want to cause you anymore insoluble feelings that I can't and would never return. Now if you'll excuse me." Rae quipped as she pushed passed Luke. She didn't bother looking back at his face as she pretty much had a good visual of what it probably looked liked.

As Rae entered she was astonished by all the decorations that were already up. There were elegant paper lanterns streaming all around. She could envision how beautiful it was going to look at night lite up. She noticed an array of ribbons and flowers that also adorned the walls. It probably was a good thing that Joshua was helping out with the decoration as it looked like a lot of work was put into decorating the dome.

Rae snapped out of her mesmerized state when she heard the loud banging of hammers. She looks over to the center where the tree stood and saw Joshua and another man working on the stage. Rae started walking towards the stage before being stopped by Cara.

"Oh, my gosh Rae. How are you? What do you think of the decorations? They were all my ideas. Their way better than last years don't you think?" Cara jabbered.

"Oh yeah. It looks really good Cara, you guys did a great job. I just came to see if Joshua wanted to go rehearse for a little bit."

"I don't know about that, we still have a lot to do. I'm sure your little song can wait." Cara said. Rae raised her eyebrow at Cara's comment. She knew Cara expected for her to roll over but Rae wasn't about to let that happen not when she and Joshua were finally starting to reignite their relationship.

"Well, why don't we just go ask Joshua what he wants to do." Rae declared as she brushed passed Cara. Cara trailed not far behind Rae. Joshua looked up from hammering to see Rae smiling at him.

"Rae, what are you doing here?" Joshua said surprised. "I thought we could rehearse a little since we didn't yesterday. Is that okay?" Rae questioned innocently. Cara was behind her with her hand firmly on her hips not looking too pleased with Rae.

"Of course! I'd love to. Besides we're almost done here anyway, I'll grab my guitar and we can go practice." Joshua declared while jumping off the half finished stage.

Rae smiled at the victory she just won against Cara, "Great!"

Rae enjoyed warming up with Joshua it gave them time to joke around and laugh. It was blissful to Rae, she felt like Joshua was the only one to make her feel truly happy. That's all she wanted with Joshua to be happy with herself and her life.

"The decorations look really great Joshua. That collar Cara has on you must be working." Rae giggled as he tuned his guitar. "Collar? What collar? All I did was help decorate." Joshua stated.

"Oh come on. It's obvious Cara wants you. That's why she pulled you away from me. To keep you all to herself."

"Rae, no one could ever pull me away from you."

"Do you really mean that?" Rae asked as Joshua leaned in inches from her face still smiling. "I do." He said. Their lips were millimeters apart when the doors suddenly burst open.

"Well well well. What do we have here?" Luke said with a pack of soldiers behind him. Rae turn blood shot red from the intrusion. First embarrassment came over her but was quickly turned into anger, but she knew she needed to contain it for Joshua's sake.

"We're rehearsing if you don't mind. Please leave we need to practice." Rae defended.

"Well if that's how you practicing mind if I chime in," Luke said walking towards the two of them.

Joshua stood up in front of Rae coaxing her behind him. Joshua puffed out his chest to try to intimidate Luke but his efforts were futile as Luke met his stance. "Look we don't want any problems," Joshua stated. Luke grabbed Joshua by the collar of his shirt pulling him dangerously close. "Well, then you should be causing any." Luke barked. "Let him go!" Rae yelled as she tried to pry Luke's hands from Joshua's shirt. Without any effort at all Luke's pushed Rae away with more force than he should have, causing her to hit the floor. She hesitated for a split second and then grabbed Joshua's guitar.

"You know what really bugs me about Amity? Hmmm? Pussy men like you." Luke spat as he reared his fist back ready to inflict pain. His actions were prevented when a guitar bashed the back of his head. Luke doubled back holding his head with his hands in pain.

"Motherfucker! You bitch!" he screamed.

Everyone in the room was in shock by the little Amity's actions even Rae, herself. The look of terror came over her face when she realized what she had done. Before she could even run the dauntless soldiers were already restraining her arms. She screamed and struggled in their firm hold. A stream of tears started staining her face as she looked to Joshua who was mortified by the scene. She kept screaming his name as they dragged her out of the room wondering what their plans were for her next.

She was placed in Johanna's office, which was unoccupied when they got there. Rae was still trembling, thinking about her punishment she would face for striking a soldier. ‘What would they do to her? What would Eric do to her?' She thought. Rae regretted not being able to control her rage but she couldn't just stand by watch Luke pummel Joshua like that. ‘Oh god! Joshua! He saw everything she did. What was she going to do now?' she thought.

Rae was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the door behind her fly open. She didn't look back to see who it was she wanted to make as little eye contact as possible. By the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor, she already knew who it was. Eric was silent as he made his way to the desk. As he sat down he kept quiet and only grinned at Rae. After a minute or two he finally began to speak.

"Well sunshine it seems you just can't stay out of trouble, can you? But I must say I was rather surprised when I heard you assaulted one of my men."

Rae didn't say anything, she couldn't even look at him after hearing his words. She thought back to last night and what had happened between them. Rae came to the conclusion that, that probably didn't help her situation. "You know, I knew you were different from the others. I could sense it, anyone in a five hundred mile radius could. You can act like your all about peace and harmony, but face it Sunshine you're just like me, full of rage and violence." He sneered.

"I am nothing like you!" she cried. "One of your men attacked my friend."

"And who was this friend?"

"It doesn't matter, the point is he was about to attack my friend and so my instincts just kicked in and I hit him with a guitar!"

Eric couldn't help but laugh, "If that's not a Hippie attack I don't know what is. Did you at least try to stop him with your ‘flower power'?"

"I did! He pushed me causing me to crash to the floor. I probably have bruises now!" Rae defended.

Eric demeanor changed after he heard about Luke pushing Rae. More importantly, he thought about how Luke had his hands on Rae. He was the only one who could touch. She didn't know this but she would soon enough. Before Eric could further his interrogation Johanna burst through the door.

"Rae! Oh, my goodness are you okay? Joshua came and got me and told me what happened." Johanna breathlessly said.

"Joshua is it?" Eric said getting confirmation on Rae's ‘friend.' He would be watching Joshua very closely now. Rae kept her head down and fiddled with her hands.

"Eric! What is the meaning of this interrogation? She has done nothing wrong. You have no authority when it comes to Amity and our punishments." Johanna claimed.

"I never said she was being interrogated. I just needed to get her side of the story and she has assaulted one of my soldiers. So since this involves Dauntless I have the authority to choose how to deal with this." He stated.

"Eric they were just getting ready for the festival coming up this won't happen again. Besides Dauntless is leaving today you have more important things to deal with than a small Amity incident." Johanna said hoping he would drop the punishment and leave with his Dauntless army.

"As it turns out Dauntless will be extending their stay here in Amity." He answered.

Rae felt her stomach flip, that meant more Dauntless, more Luke, More Eric. Her tears silently ran down her face as she looked to Johanna for some type of comfort.

"Under who's orders?" she asked. "Mine. Is that a problem?" he question. "Of course not everyone is welcomed here," Johanna said trying to seem calm by his answer.

"Good. I'm so glad I'll be able to attend the festival. You know how much Dauntless loves a good party." He said cheerfully as he got up to exit the room. "Oh and don't think you won't face any type of punishment Sunshine. You will, I just want to give the type of punishment you deserve. And don't worry about Luke I'll take care of him." He promised as he left the room.

Rae felt her whole world crashing around her. Johanna kneeled down in front of her and tried to stop her tears that kept pouring down her cheeks. "Calm down Rae. It's okay everything will be okay." Johanna hummed. "No, it won't! Dauntless won't leave. I can't take much more of this. Johanna, I need a stronger peace remedy. Please! I won't survive without it. The real me will come out and I can't have that happen. I might hurt someone like I did today. Please, I need it! Please" She begged.

"Shhh. Okay. Okay, I'll get you more. Don't worry I'll take care of it." Johanna said holding Rae trembling hands.

Eric stalked his way to the medical station to see Luke. He was infuriated that he thought he had the right to touch Rae after what had happened back at Dauntless. He needed to send Luke a clear message stating to never ever touch what is his. He found Luke doubled over hold an ice pack to the back of his head. He stood in front of Luke looking down at him like he was the lowest of the lows.

"You know I don't know what's more disappointing. The fact that you got taken down by a little Amity, a girl for that matter or that you still haven't learned your lesson from last time."

"Last time?"

Eric swiftly grabbed Luke's head bring him down making contact with Eric's knee. A burst of sheer pain went through Luke as his nose connected to Eric's knee. Eric then brought him up to his level shoving him against the hall. Blood trickled from Luke's nose splattering on Eric's hands. As it was Eric's style, he wrapped his hands around Luke's neck cutting off his air supply.

"I'm only going to say this once so listen carefully. If you ever touch her again, I'll fucking cut off your hands and make you wear them as a necklace." He threatened. "Do I make myself clear or do you need a little help understanding?"

"No! No! I understand I'll stay away from her! I swear!" Luke screamed. Eric threw Luke to the ground and continued to wipe his blood on the sides of his pants. "Good. Someone come clean this fucker up!" he commanded as he walked away.

After Johanna promised to get Rae a stronger peace remedy. Rae made her way home and was met by Joshua who was waiting for her. He ran to her and took her into his arms. She didn't cry and embraced his warm, caring arms.

"Rae I'm so glad you're okay. What happened? Will you be punished? I wish I could have stopped them. I'm so sorry, Rae."

"I'm okay. Eric hasn't made his decision on my punishment yet. Did you tell Poppy what happened?"

"No I've only told Johanna, but I can't say the same for the other Dauntless soldiers that were there." He exclaimed. Rae looked defeated in that moment word traveled fast through the factions it didn't matter which one you belonged to everyone knew everyone's business.

"Look, Joshua, what you saw today it… Well, it…"

"It doesn't matter. I should have stepped up more. Maybe if I had you wouldn't have had to do that. I promised you I would protect you and the first sign of danger I failed." He confessed.

"No Joshua you didn't fail. You could never fail. Your one of the most important person in my life." Rae said. Her words warmed him. Her brought her in putting his forehead against hers. They stayed like that for a while until they were interrupted by a dominating voice.

"Move along Amity," Eric commanded causing Rae to step back in fear. He knows who Joshua is now, his name, his face. Rae's worse nightmare was now a reality. Joshua stood there and looked at Rae. He knew who Eric was and knew his words shouldn't be taken lightly, but he also didn't want to leave Rae.

"It's okay Joshua. You should go. Don't worry about me, I'll see you tomorrow to practice." Rae assured him.

Eric stepped closer to Joshua, "Move along flower boy." Joshua swallowed whatever he was feeling and stepped away from Eric moving towards Rae. In fear of what Eric would do she stepped back a yelp "Goodnight Joshua. Please just go." Defeated Joshua said goodnight and turned away from Rae. He walked passed Eric who was grinning at the rejection. "Goodnight Joshua." Eric sneered. Joshua ignored Eric's sarcasm and made his way down the road.

"You don't have to be so mean you know. He wasn't doing anything wrong." She snide.

"Oh but he was. He was touching you and he should know he shouldn't touch things that don't belong to him."

"Fuck you! I don't belong to you. I'm not your property."

"You need to watch your mouth sunshine get this through your head sunshine you belong to me and I don't like other people touching what's mine. And if you don't understand that yet, understand this, if I see him touching you again well use your imagination." He warned as he caressed her cheek. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. She flinched at his touch and tried to move away but his hold on her jaw was too strong that when she tried to move she was in pain.

"God I'm going to have so much fun with your punishment." He said calmly as he dropped his hand from her face. "What are you going to do to me?" Rae asked quivering.

Eric only smiled and turned to walk off leaving her to her own horrific thoughts. She almost couldn't hear him but it was clear what he said.

"Break you."