#she sulks so much in shed

[living-like-anime]

I made a friend in college two years ago because I was able to recognize that she was chronically online. I thought she was a Tumblrina like me. And then I got to know her over the course of five months and had to end things because she genuinely didn't understand how racist and sexist she was being. From Tumblr: Unhinged to Almighty Redditor so fast! And then when I tried to call her out on it, she'd insult me with names and call outs and say "I don't speak the jerk chicken language!" whenever I'd get rightfully angry and accidentally code switch on her.

These are not people to be reasoned with.

I feel like there's two levels of chronically online. There's like, the variety where you recognize obscure memes and stupid drama and post constantly but have some sort of tether to reality and have friends in the real world and read the news from time to time, and then there's the kind where you genuinely don't realize that your political position or feelings about popular media are not just non-mainstream but actively fringe and that it's not emotional labor to pick people up from the airport.

[peachysunrize]

All Too Well ⥃ modern!Aemond Targaryen

Summary: a reunion with your ex boyfriend at his mom’s Christmas party shouldn’t end with limbs tangled under a christmas tree, should it?

Warnings: 18+ mdni! Mentions of toxic relationships, Aemond goes to therapy, smut, angst, p in v, oral (F receiving), breeding, secret relationships, alcohol, arguments, drunk sex!!! English is not my first language<3

Word count: 4.3k+

A/n: soooo this happened lol and ALSO THANK YOU TO THE ANON WHO GAVE ME THIS IDEA!!! I hope you enjoy this!! Comments & reblogs are more than appreciated💕💕

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Tension surprisingly is not high tonight despite the entire family being present. Perhaps the three glasses of mulled wine Aegon has thrust into your hand are doing the magic at keeping you sane — or perhaps you are too busy trying to escape the dark gaze of your ex-boyfriend.

It is… something to say the least; Alicent’s party is always extravagant, beautiful, and cozy. She outdoes herself each year by going above and beyond to prepare the eve with the most delicious meals and new drinks, terrifyingly expensive gifts, and last but not least, decorating the mansion with the most eye-catching milestones in every corner — probably Aegon’s doing — and a Christmas tree in every room.

You take a long sip from your glass, humming as the spices in the wine hit your tongue, Aegon’s sigh making you roll your eyes in annoyance.

“What?” You hiss, glaring at him as he shrugs and leans on the wall behind you, “It was your brilliant idea to join your family, not mine.”

“Yeah, but you’re sulking worse than me, and no one here has traumatized ya before,” he whispers, pouting as he takes a long swig from his glass, giving you a small yet quick smile.

You sneer at him, recalling every single pain a certain member of this family has put you through. All the tears and screams you shed for him on the bathroom floor, the days you called in sick because you had cried your energy out the night before, the hours you had to spend with Aegon with a fake smile plastered on your face because he could not know anything about your broken heart.

After all, it all happened due to the forced secrecy.

“Right,” you scoff, finishing your drink in one sip before looking at Aegon’s family conversing, only one person keeping himself invisible in the shadows, “That’s why you told me your… brother won’t be here.”

“That has nothing to do with trauma, dumbass,” Aegon says, walking to the long dining table in front of you to grab a bottle of wine and pour a generous amount in his glass, “It’s not like my brother has any interest in you, he is just a fucking sociopath, and a bit fucking weird but ‘s all.”

“Let’s not talk about him,” you exhale sharply, trying to ignore your friend’s point, yet again, the lack of knowledge on what has really happened between you and his younger brother. How could he when Aemond tried his hardest to keep you his secret, a forbidden captive to pour his deranged love into?

You loved him, and he did too! His love was everything you could ever imagine; it was pure, lovely, so warm and world consuming. But then something shifted in him, he wanted you in his corner of the world, tucked away from every eye.

It all started with subtle hints you tried to ignore; you were fine with being his forbidden romance, his lover in the shadows and you knew all too well why he wanted you kept in the dark. He was so in love, so smitten with the way you smelt, the way your lips curled in a smile, your messy hair on the hotel’s soft pillow. 

Your eyes wander around the room, finding Aemond’s eye already on you, his gaze sending shivers down your spine. His eye still weakens your knees; his stare is enough to make your throat dry and your hands tremble. There is not much to do especially when you are used to being the subject of his unwavering attention — most of the time, you would blush and swoon over how he wouldn’t take his eye off you when you both lay on the bed together, but it equally unnerved you how he used to act in front of other people as if he could not care less about your existence, and when he did he was scaring off other men, not allowing them even to have a normal conversation with you.

You avert your eyes back to your glass before you move towards the dining table to grab something to eat and keep your mind from thinking about him and ultimately ruining your night. The spicy taste of Alicent’s cheese twist distracts you for a little, and you can find the strength to look back at Aegon and ignore the piercing gaze of his younger brother.

“This tastes good, your Mum is an amazing cook,” you say, taking another one to stuff your mouth with, and washing it down with a freshly poured wine from your glass.

“Yeah, as if she doesn’t have a whole ass kitchen staff ready downstairs,” he chuckles and steals a bite from your twist, making a gagging sound at the taste, “Holy fuck, how can you eat this crap? It feels like I’ve dumped an entire jalapeno down my throat. Aemond is the same, he can never go without adding kilos of pepper to his food.”

“Stop, Aegon,” you hiss at him, shaking your head as you pinch your friend’s side, “How many times have I told you not to mention him in front of me?”

“Many fucking times,” he groans and leans on his elbows on the table, “I don’t get why you are so defensive about him. He’s a good kid!”

“He forgot my birthday and took you and your family on a fucking trip, so yes, I don’t want to think about him,” you tell him, sighing loudly before leaning back on the wall behind you, “Besides, he always treats me like a piece of trash!”

“He does that to everyone! You’re not different, lemme tell you that,” You know Aegon wants to make you feel better, you know that, but when he utters those words, you can not help but think about how much that statement is true; Aemond treated you like another person who did not deserve him in public while he hated everyone who breathed the same air as you. It was confusing, it was heartbreaking.

You glance back at the spot where you last saw him, only to find him finishing another shot of whiskey, his lips pressed into a thin line as he looks down at his shoes with disdain written all over his face. He looks troubled, his mind is probably racing with a hundred thoughts; you know him too well, all those nights spent in his arms only to listen to his soft murmurs about his family that would always lead to him telling you how much he appreciates and adores you, but can’t let anyone see you being in a relationship with him.

Perhaps it was the duality between obsession and indifference that drove you apart.

With another sigh, you leave Aegon to let him go socialize with his family, smirking when he glares at you with a scowl on his face. But you need to get out of this place and hide somewhere because the more you spend in this huge hall, the more the walls get closer. 

You do not spare him another glance before you walk out of the hall and upstairs, going to the closest bathroom to have a minute for yourself away from him, in hopes of pushing his thoughts out of your head. You can feel the intensity of his stare as he watches you leave, his eye not once leaving your silhouette as you try to hide yourself from him.

You slam the door shut as soon as you step inside the bathroom, chest heaving with each breath; seeing him was enough damage, but to feel him yearning from across the room is worse. You want nothing more than to vanish from this place and never be seen again, but you can’t, and it pains you deeply because you need to walk out of this door with your head held high and act all happy and comfortable while you are bothered by Aemond’s presence immensely.

You put your glass down on the edge of the bathroom sink before you turn on the water and splash some on your face, not caring if you have ruined your makeup or not. The coldness of the water eases your mind a bit, helping you gather your thoughts, but it is not enough, nor were the drinks you took earlier. When it comes to him, nothing is enough to take the edge off.

Looking at yourself in the mirror reminds you of how much you miss having his arms wrapped around you when you were getting ready to leave his apartment or the hotel room, at that moment nothing seemed so out of place, but it all came crashing down because of the two worlds he created and danced around them for too long.

Shaking your head slightly, you take a long and deep breath before grabbing your glass again and leaving the bathroom. You had no wish to go back downstairs, not anymore at least. With one last breath, you close the door before you and march towards another staircase leading to a sitting room you always loved to spend time in when Alicent would invite you over.

Without looking inside the room you open the door and walk inside, making sure to close it with little to no sound, but when you turn around and look up, you find Aemond there, standing in front of the large windows of the room with a glass of whiskey in his hands.

“I–I’m sorry, I’ll leave—”

“Hey-no, no!” he cuts you off quickly, his good eye wide in surprise and fear before he gestures for you to sit, “Don’t, I mean… you don’t have to leave.”

“I don’t wanna disturb you,” you huff nervously, your grip tightening around your glass as you look at him with an equally shocked expression, “I’m so sorry I just—”

“Stay,” he says, and you can see how he swallows his words nervously, his walls crumbling slightly the longer he keeps looking at you, “The room is big enough for at least twenty people so… we’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure—” “Just make yourself at home,” he replies, giving you a small smile before he turns his back to you to stare out of the window, watching the snowfall.

You know he is waiting for you to approach and sit on the loveseat in front of the fireplace but you go and stand in front of the other window on the opposite side of the fireplace from where he is standing, sipping on your drink to distract yourself from thinking about him, which is nearly impossible because you can smell his bitter and cold cologne from here.

You glance at him, finding him nursing on his whiskey; it has been too long since you have seen him so put together and… beautiful. He is wearing an all-black outfit, dress pants, and a black long-sleeve shirt which he has undone the first button. His hair is neatly brushed and he has pulled his locks in his signature halfway-up way that brings his face out more.

You drag your eyes to his hands, clattered in simple silver rings, watching his fingers tap the metal against the glass before you see him turn his body in your direction slightly. His eye meets yours for a second, and suddenly you are the girl who would jump with joy with one of his texts, the girl who would love feeling him breathing her scent in — it terrifies you, the power he holds over you.

“This was a bad idea—” you say, shaking your head but before you get the chance to walk away he grabs your wrist firmly, pulling you back a bit, “Aemond…”

“Don’t leave,” his voice breaks a little, his thumb caressing your pulse point as he looks at you the way he used to do when he would ask you to stay at his place, not wanting you to leave him for even one second.

“We can’t do this again, Aemond,” you say, tears burning your eyes when you look at his face, your heart clenching when you find him in the same situation; teary-eyed and trembling, “We shouldn’t because I can’t go back to the place I was months before—”

“We don’t have to, just listen to what I have to say, okay?” he lets go of your hand, putting his glass on the table in front of the loveseat, “I didn’t have the chance to say anything, you… you cut me off so out of the blue—” “Out of the blue?” you ask, voice dripping with shock and anger, “Out of the fucking blue, Aemond? Ignoring me when we were with your siblings, acting as if I didn’t exist when we were somewhere that we could run into someone you knew! And-and,” you chuckle in sadness, wiping that one tear that slips your eye, “You kept me your little secret while you would tell me that I’m your world, I’m gonna show you off to everyone, you sounded like you were obsessed with me but you couldn’t even hold my hand in front of your brother!”

“Because I couldn’t stomach the idea of you leaving me!” He shouts back, dropping his hands to his sides as he huffs out an angry breath, “I-I couldn’t imagine a world without you in it, and it terrified me so I thought it would be best to—”

“To what? To plan a fucking trip on my birthday and ignore my texts and calls for a whole week? Yeah? Or maybe you thought it best to act like I was a nobody to you when I tried to hold your hand in front of your friends. Which one is it, Aemond?” you step closer to him, craning your neck to look into his eye better, “So? How did it feel when your worlds merged and you lost me? Oh, wait, you didn’t lose anything because you couldn’t care less about me—”

“I care!” he raises his voice a little, fisting his hands to keep himself composed and not touch you the way he likes, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here. I-I went through the worst thing you can imagine after you left me—”

“Don’t put the blame on me when everything happened because of you and your obsession with keeping me “all to yourself” while you barely looked at me when others were present!”

“Stop! Stop, stop—” he finally reaches up and cups your face in his hands, pulling you in even closer as he leans down to look straight into your eyes, “You’re right, I fucked it up, I…I ruined everything because I didn’t know how to handle my feelings. That… That trip was spontaneous, and I never forgave myself for doing that to you. My head…it gets really messy sometimes and I feared I would ruin the only good thing that’s ever happened to me, and I did, I ruined it.”

“You can’t excuse your actions—”

“I’m not!” he brings your face closer to his until you are only one breath away, “I… I’m sorry, for what I did to you, and-and I am going to therapy… because I thought I might somehow redeem myself.”

“You can’t expect me to take you back, not after what you put me through,” you rest your hands on his, gently pulling them down, letting the tears fall freely on your cheeks. 

It has been a long time since you held his hands in yours, and you can feel the itch in his skin as he tries to fight off the urge to wipe your tears. Maybe he has changed as he says, turned into a better man but you can not be sure, not after the hell you went through and managed to pull yourself together afterward.

“I’m not expecting you to take me back, but please know I deeply regret what I did, and I hope you give me another chance…”

You nod absentmindedly before dropping his hands and stepping away from him, walking towards the door as you try to muffle the sob that nearly escapes your throat, and with one last look at him, you open the door and leave the room.

Resting your back on the closed wooden door, you take a shaky breath, trying your best not to cry your eyes out in the hallway, but it is impossible; how can you not sob when you have been waiting to hear those words for so long? It does not matter if he is genuine or not, you just need to listen to him say he is sorry for what he did.

Now it feels like a weighted blanket has been lifted from you and you can breathe again.

Maybe he is sorry, maybe he is not, but there is something within you that makes your palms sweat. You bite your bottom lip, trying to shake the thoughts of him away, but the way he looked at you, how enamored he seemed… after all, many people close their eyes on logic when it comes to the person their heart is beating for.

It does not matter if you regret this the next day or not, you need to feel him, you need to know how it feels to be loved by him again; so with one last deep breath, you open the door and slam it shut before marching toward where Aemond is sitting — under the Christmas tree with a cigarette in his hand and an ashtray resting next to his hand.

“Wha–” you don’t let him finish, you kneel down in front of him and grab his face into your hands tightly, slamming your lips to his.

He moans, falling back on the ground with a soft thud as his free hand roams your back, feeling the soft silk fabric of your dress beneath his fingertips while he tries to find the ashtray with the other while never breaking the kiss.

“Mmm-are you sure?” he manages to ask between the kisses, finally putting out the cigarette. Now both of his hands come to rest on your waist, holding you close as he waits for you to answer.

“It doesn’t matter if it’ll be the last or the first of many, I just need to feel you,” you mumble against his lips before closing the gap again, letting the savory taste of your wine melt against his bitter whiskey and smoke.

The kiss is unlike anything you have shared before; it is passionate, late lovers reuniting, full of emotions that have been left unexplored yet so familiar and welcoming. It must be the alcohol in your system, but his hands on your body set your skin ablaze, and for the first time in a long time, you feel desperation in his movements.

He sits up quickly, his lips moving in sync with yours before he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance and when you part your lips, he pushes his tongue in, tasting the wine from your mouth directly while his hands come up to rest on your back, one hand reaching to push the strap of your dress down, caressing the skin with such delicacy that it makes you melt beneath his touch.

He breaks the kiss, looking down at your face as both of you pant and cling to each other before he gently lifts you and switches your positions, lying you on the carpet next to the Christmas tree, humming in delight when you spread your legs to make room for him.

You reach up to pull him down again, lips sealing in another breathtaking kiss. He holds himself up by his elbows on either side of your head while he kisses you back, groaning when you wrap your legs around him and rock your hips up, rubbing your clothed core against his growing bulge.

He pulls back and trails his kisses down your jaw to the column of your throat, going lower with each kiss before he reaches your thighs. Aemond waits for you to give him the green light and when you nod he pushes your dress up to your hips, prepping your inner thighs with kisses and bites before he grabs the waistband of your underwear and pulls the fabric down dropping it to the side.

“Aemond…” you sigh when he wraps his fingers around your thighs and spreads them further, leaning in to lick a stripe from bottom to top, ignoring your shocked gasp as he starts feasting upon you — seems like you were not the only one who has been craving intimacy lately.

He flickers your clit with the tip of his tongue, his chin rubbing against your wet folds. He hums when he hears your little whines and sighs, spurring him on even more to go faster and drive you closer to your peak. 

Your hand goes to his perfectly shaped hair, tangling your fingers in his soft luscious locks. He opens his mouth and sucks on your buzzing nerves, dizzying your brain and clouding your mind with each lewd sound he makes.

He loves the way you push his head down and rock your hips up; he deserves this, to be smothered with your scent and taste, and he would die a happy man if you kept squeezing your legs around his head.

With a newfound determination, he pushes his tongue inside you, thrusting the steady muscle in and out while he reaches to play with your clit with his thumb, drawing fast and firm circles as he brings you closer to the edge of the euphoria.

You moan his name loudly, throwing your head back as your lips fall apart and your body as well, shaking in his strong grip when you come on his face, gushing your juices out with a cry, mind going blank as you shut the world out and focus on the waves of ecstasy that rock your body.

Aemond wipes your release from his face with his sleeve, crawling on top of you with a soft look in his eye before he bends down and pecks your lips while he fiddles with his belt and pants, unzipping them and pushing them down to his thighs, sighing in relief as soon as his cock is free from the tightness of the fabric.

“You’re too far away,” you whine and reach for him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and nodding quickly when he gives you a few seconds to rethink this, “I want you, please…”

“Don’t beg, sweet girl,” he whispers, lining up his cockhead with your entrance, gently rubbing it up and down to gather some of your wetness before he starts pushing in slowly, “ I’ll give it to you, you don’t need to beg for anything, ever.”

You missed him; the closeness, the proximity, the way his cock always fills you so deliciously. Now with his cock inside you fully, he pulls you in for a kiss, moving inside you with shallow thrusts while his lips steal the breath from your lungs. 

He picks up his pace, his hips snapping to yours repeatedly, his cock reaching deep inside you. You arch your back, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt as you break the kiss suddenly and moan out loud. His hand goes down to your thigh, lifting it higher a bit so he can reach even deeper inside you, fucking you faster and rougher, pouring his regrets into each thrust and snap of his hips.

“Look at you,” he breathes, the hand that was holding your leg up comes to cup your cheek, forcing you to look into his eyes as he gazes down at you, “So beautiful, so so gorgeous, fuck—”

You gasp, thighs quivering on the side of his hips as he brings you closer to the edge, him not being far behind either. He looks down at you so… lovingly, as if he is trying to memorize every up and down and lines on your face, counting your lashes and carving the shape of your lips in his mind while his cock throbs inside you.

You both reach your orgasms together; it is warm and slow, a heat that comes from the deepest part of your core and spreads like wildfire inside you, the same applies to him. He shakes and groans your name in your ear, burying his face in your neck as he drops his weight on top of you, hips thrusting slowly as he comes inside you, filling you up with every ounce of his being.

Aemond raises a bit, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, looking down at you as if you hang the stars in his gloomy sky, and perhaps you do.

He finally pulls back, his soft cock slipping out of you with a wet sound and you watch him tuck himself back before he helps you up, handing you your underwear before he stands and holds his hand out for you.

Hesitantly, you take his hand and try to stand up on wobbly legs, but he is fast enough to steady you with his palm on your waist, tightening his grip on you when you bend down to pull your panties up, straightening your back before you look at him.

“I… Thank you.” is all you can say, giving him a small awkward smile before you step forward toward the door, but for the second time tonight, he grabs your wrist and threads his fingers through yours, leading you to the door himself, “What are you doing?”

“A second round never hurt anyone, right?” he asks hopefully, a small smile playing on his lips, “I can’t just let you go without giving you a proper orgasm on my bed.”

“Aemond, we can’t, what if someone sees us?” you ask, your heart beating so hard against your chest you can hear it in your ears, but Aemond doesn’t seem to care as he drags you toward the rooms upstairs, “Aemond!”

“Then let them see,” he shrugs and guides you on the stairs, and to your unfortunate luck Alicent and Aegon are coming downstairs, but Aemond pays them no mind as he leads you past them, ignoring Aegon’s shocked gasp and calls for his name.

Maybe he has changed, maybe.

[saetoru]

tee tee tee i wanna share rich boy gojo thoughts that have been on my mind. imagine him pouting in the corner as you gossip and laugh with his mom in the living room while she shows you his baby pictures!!! i feel like he would be the cutest (and more embarrassing) child ever lollll it would be a good opportunity to tease him a bit

[ BABY ] GOJO SATORU.

satoru is pouting—which, truthfully, you don’t think there are all that many moments where he’s not pouting—but he seems to be pouting a little extra right now. maybe you should feel bad, and maybe you should feel a little guilty that he’s sulking because of you…but then his mother flips the page of the baby album in her hands, and you suddenly don’t care as much about your petulant boyfriend anymore. 

“this is satoru after he scraped his knee for the first time,” she giggles, pointing to tiny, red and teary-faced satoru staring up at the camera, making you snort as you lean closer for a better look. 

“he looks ridiculous,” you laugh, and distantly, you can hear satoru gasp at the comment, crossing his arms and sending you a glare from across the living room. 

“i was in pain,” he huffs, “extremely excruciating pain! and my mother stopped to photograph my misfortune. who does that?”

to his dismay, you don’t even spare him a glance, pointing to the next picture of the album and giggling away with his mother, whispering what he’s sure is yet another mean and rude comment making fun of him. what kid doesn’t fall and scrape their knee? and what kid doesn’t cry when they fall and scrape their knee? normal children shed tears in the face of extreme pain, and gojo satoru is not an exception to this fact—in fact, he likes to think he was one of the braver children.

“satoru, you were such a crybaby growing up,” his mother shakes her head, amusement lacing her tone as you chuckle and shoot him a sly grin. 

“so nothing’s changed,” you hum, “he’s still a crybaby now too.”

“am not!” he gasps, “take that back, you liar—”

“—and this is satoru on his first day of school,” his mother hums, cutting him off and pointing to a picture of a young satoru waving at the camera, missing what you’re sure is his entire front row of teeth. you grin, letting out a small chuckle as your eyes soften at the image. 

usually, gojo satoru is a handful. he’s loud and annoying and he talks far too much for his own good. he makes your life increasingly difficult with the stubbornness he wears like a second skin, and he makes you want to crawl into a hole half the time you’re in public for all the scenes he seems to always cause. but sometimes…sometimes gojo satoru is also very cute—like in this photo for example, with chubby cheeks and a bright grin on his face as he stands in his school uniform. 

“aw,” you coo, making him perk up a little at the sound, “how cute.”

“i was a cute kid, wasn’t i?” he grins, and almost as though he was never pouting in the first place, his mood switches at the slightest bit of praise. you roll your eyes, giving him a flat look as you eye him while he walks over to you, flopping onto the space beside you and looking voer your shoulder. 

“you were,” you nod, making a point to eye him up and down and raise a brow, “i wonder what happened.”

he gasps, and the pout from earlier returns once more—and you can’t say you’re surprised. “rude! i’m still super cute,” he grumbles, and because he’s gojo satoru, the most annoying man you’ve ever had the pleasure of encountering on the face of the planet, he pokes your shoulder repeatedly. “admit it, you find me cute,” he whines, “you literally called me cute this morning.”

“that’s cause you were sleeping,” you shrug, “you’re really cute when you shut up.”

“yes, my favorite satoru was always a napping satoru growing up,” his mother adds from the side. 

“wha—mom!” he protests, watching as you and his mother snicker together. satoru wonders how the both of you can claim to love him when you treat him like this—wounding his pride with every insult thrown his way. he crosses his arms, angling his body away from you as you giggle and wrap yourself around him. 

“we’re just kidding, toru,” you grin, reaching to pinch his cheek, chuckling when he swats your hand away with a grunt, “you’re really the cutest. promise!”

“you’re a liar,” he mumbles, shooting you a glare as you fight back an amused smile, “you said you loved me, but clearly you lied to me.”

“i do love you,” you insist, “and i love your baby pictures too.”

usually, satoru feels his heart soften when he watches you and his mother get along—he thinks he falls in love with you just a little harder every time he watches your eyes light up when you see the women who raised him. but sometimes (like right now), he wishes he never introduced you to his mother—he’s not so sure he’s your favorite gojo anymore, and the idea wounds his pride more than a little. he’s also almost certain you prefer spending time with his mother over him, and he’s even more certain his mother wishes you were the one she raised instead. he almost feels like the third wheel half the time he brings you over and his mother’s home—and he can’t help but wonder…who do you even love more, him or his mother? 

he thinks he has his answer though when you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his jaw. no matter how often you two giggle at his expense, you do not kiss his mother on the jaw, and satoru can’t help but shoot a smirk her way as she rolls her eyes and stands.  

“there are more i have to dig up sometime,” mrs. gojo hums, making satoru groan as you nod eagerly, “i’ll leave you two alone for a while.”

“i’m starting to think you come over for my mom instead of me,” satoru huffs as his mother leaves the room, making you roll your eyes as you lean into his side. he wraps an arm around you, pulling you flush against his body, relaxing as your hand finds his chest and rubs slow circles. 

“only you would be jealous of your own mother,” you snort.

“i’m not jealous,” he protests, “i’m simply concerned that you ignore your boyfriend for hours to make fun of him with his mother.” 

if there’s one thing you’ve learned after flipping through page after page of crying baby pictures, it’s that gojo satoru has been dramatic since the day he was born—this fact doesn’t change even in his adult years. but if there’s one other thing you’ve learned—it’s that he’s endearing, just a little too cute for his own good, just a little too dangerously charming whether it’s the camera he’s pouting at or you. you can’t help but shuffle closer, hugging him tightly as you smile softly into his shirt. 

“c’mon,” you hum, pressing a kiss to his chest, “you know you’re my favorite. i do wish i had a baby satoru to cuddle, though.”

“you have me,” he glares, “i’m satoru and i’m your baby and you can cuddle me.”

“it’s not the same,” you tease, “you talk too much.”

“i’ll have you know i got in trouble quite a lot as a child for talking too much. adult satoru is a lot better.” somehow, you’re not surprised—and a small part of you is almost grateful you didn’t know satoru in his young, obnoxious days as a child. an even bigger part of you feels bad for his mother and the strength she must’ve needed to raise the handful of a boyfriend in your arms. “and besides,” he smirks, leaning down to pull you into a brief kiss, “if you want a baby gojo, i can easily give you one—”

“satoru,” you hiss, swatting his shoulder and making him pout as he rubs over the spot you’ve hit, “one of you is more than enough. we don’t need another.”

[arabellasleopardcoat]

Taoba (Aemond Targaryen x Reader x Daemon Targaryen)

Summary: Daemon and Aemond settle their pending score.

Warnings: Aemond being a BRAT. Daemon being a sugar daddy (I guess?) Violence. Targaryen way of conflict resolution. 

A/N: Final part of the Muña series. This is very unhealthy, but I needed to give it a satisfactory conclusion that felt in character to me, so it stopped using my brain space. 

THERE IS NO Sept in Pentos. At least, not in the part of the city where the manse is located. You do not dare go exploring further than a few timid excursions to the surrounding markets. 

Being out in the open makes you antsy. Your departure from Westeros is still too fresh, you have not yet settled into a life where you are not at war. Searching for a Sept in which to pray properly seems too trivial. 

You still light your candles, one for each person you have lost, plus another one. For yourself. 

Aemond is as unsettled as you are. To him, the loss is greater. He has had to shed his identity, cut his chair and remove the characteristic eye patch and leather clothes for more simple ones. He is now a dragonseed, brought along as a paramour to a happily married couple. 

“What can I say?” Daemon had laughed, when questioned about it by a magister. “I love my wife, and she does love her toys.” 

It had prompted a roar of laughter from his friends. You weren’t too sure you liked being known as a sexual deviant, but you had little choice in the matter. Everyone had to make sacrifices, after all. 

Even Vhagar. She is now known as The Cannibal. The Essoi know so little about dragons that an intimidating name to match the intimidating reptile in their city satisfies them. 

Daemon, in contrast, settles in as if he had never been at war. He has already been in one before, and has lost little. He still has his name, his money, and his marriage. He even has his old pentoshi friends. They had greeted him warmly, clapped him in the back, and it was as if he had never left. 

While Aemond continues to share your bed, Daemon is content to haunt the place. You worry despite yourself when you realize he is not out whoring or drinking as usual. But you are too busy with your inner turmoil to try to fix him too. 

Having run away from the only home you knew leaves you unsure about whom you really are. When the war started, you were different. You would have done anything to protect your people. Now, you were a coward who ran with her tail between her legs at the first hint of trouble. 

It was difficult to feel such a passionate love for them when they had started resisting your orders. As soon as the Blacks gained a bit of terrain, they started questioning your leadership. By the end of it, they were cursing your name.

Running was easier, after that. Playing Daemon’s wife again wasn’t. 

It all comes to a head one evening when you are asked to sweep into that role again. Daemon has insisted on hosting a dinner for some of his friends, and so, you have little choice but to squeeze yourself into a fine gown he commissioned for you. It seems fair that if he is housing you and your lover, you do something for him. 

You plan the night to perfection. It is what you have been raised to do, and you thrive on it. There is such an innate sense of control that comes with choosing a menu, the seating arrangements, the entertainment. You enjoy the task so much, you wish you had put it into practice more in your other life. 

Aemond sulks in a corner the whole evening, even when Daemon has gotten him a matching doublet. He seems to dislike the implication of being a bastard too much to enjoy himself in a company that cares little for his origins. 

“I hate this dress.” He complains, once you have ushered out the last of Daemon’s friends. Aemond toys with the laces on the back of it, making you frown. “Makes you look washed out. Ugly.” 

You flinch. You have never liked discussing your appearance, not after many years of mocking. During a good week, a remark about your looks can set your budding self-esteem back a moon. Hearing Aemond say so during a bad one guts you. 

Aemond was supposed to understand you. To see you. 

“I happen to like it.” You say, picking up the last goblets of wine and setting them into a tray to be taken down to the kitchen. Your household is sparsely staffed, Daemon’s savings not enough to keep it running at full capacity.  You find you don’t really mind. The lack of resources during the war had made you go through much worse, and you find you enjoy the privacy. “I enjoy the fullness of the skirts.” 

You are careful to keep your back turned to the men, but you cannot hide the tenseness of your shoulders, the stiffness of your spine. Perhaps the insult stings more because you do like the dress.  Despite how tight it was, you had felt pretty after putting it on. The seamstress had complimented you, even. 

The style was more form - fitting than what you usually wore, a bit more risky. It had been inspired by what the women here wore, and you knew Daemon wouldn’t let you embarrass him. That fact had prompted your confidence to wear it in the first place. But now, you just feel old and fat. 

A hand presses to your back, warm and gentle. You stiffen more, thinking it’s Aemond’s. 

“You look beautiful in it.” Daemon compliments, softly. And because he cannot resist it, he throws in a dig at Aemond too. “The boy is just bitter because he can’t pay for anything half as fine.” 

“That is not true. I could become a…” Aemond starts, and you groan, pressing your hands to your eyes. You have heard the tale of the sellsword plenty. He is a good swordsman, perhaps good enough to take up that sort of life. But he is out of practice. Most of his battles have been from the dragon, not the horse. Unlike cavalry, dragonback doesn’t provide such experience. 

“If you become a sellsword, you will die. And all I did would be in vain.” Daemon sits down, placing his boots on the table. You shove him. It’s not as if any of them do any cleaning, but Aemond is far neater. You do not clean either, but as the person in charge of the servants, you prefer not to be embarrassed by how piggish they can be.

Daemon has gone through great pains to secure you a home and safety. You try not to feel too indebted to him, considering the horrible years of marriage and shame, but cannot help it. He is finally behaving like you were taught a husband is supposed to behave, and it pleases your stupid brain. 

He provides for you. Pays for your home, dresses, lets you run a household. He protects you. Keeps you safe from the outcome of the war, rescued you from the likely revolt from your tenants. He makes you happy. Daemon pays to keep Aemond safe and healthy, too. 

It messes with your head. You shouldn’t feel grateful, you shouldn’t like him and yet…

Siege mentality. That must be it. Your current situation makes you believe it’s Daemon, Aemond and you against the world. 

Aemond doesn’t seem to share the sentiment. He has been behaving oddly ever since you got here. The first week, he had been on edge, wary Daemon was going to murder him in his sleep. The second one, he had not left your bed. And then he had settled into an odd sort of depression that involved making everyone around him as miserable as possible. 

Aemond was a man born and bred for war. It wasn't unusual that he was struggling with peace. 

“Apologize, Taoba.” Daemon orders. While this is not the first time Aemond lashes out, it is the first time Daemon bothers with demanding an apology. It is also the first time Aemond’s temper has been directed at you. 

“I refuse to apologize for my opinion.” Aemond smirks. He toys with his goblet, before leaning in. You know the look in his face. It’s the one he wears when he plans to deliver the killing blow. “The dress makes you look ugly.” 

You suppose it is better than being outright called ugly. The thought isn’t as comforting as you thought. 

“An opinion no one asked for.” Daemon’s tone is icy. You look at him, begging him to let it go. But Daemon has never listened to you, not in all the years you have been married. He won’t start now. “And a false one. I can’t just voice the opinion that the sky is red. Now, apologize or…”  

“Or?” Aemond challenges. This time, you turn your pleading eyes to him. Out of the two of them, he is slower to enact his revenge ploys, while Daemon chooses to take immediate and decisive action. You hope that means he can be persuaded to postpone the confrontation. 

“Aemond, why don’t we go to bed?” You ask, voice soft and meek. But Aemond’s gaze is fixed on Daemon. 

The older man smirks. He leans back on his chair, forcing it to balance precariously on its hind legs. 

“I’ll make you.” 

It happens faster than you can react. One second they are glaring at each other, the next Aemond has lunged over the table, sending the goblets clattering. He punches Daemon, making him fall off the chair. But before Aemond can get any other punch in, Daemon grabs him by the hair and slams him against the table. You scream. 

“My goblets! The tablecloth!” You realize you sound insane, but you feel it too. Your hands tremble. One would think war has desensitized you to violence, but it is one thing to know a battle is being fought and another to see the man you love get beaten by your husband. 

You make an aborted motion towards them, unsure if trying to get between them is a good idea. You settle for clenching your hands into fists, powerless to stop the situation around you. 

Daemon jerks Aemond upright, holding his hands between his back. 

“Aōla gēlȳni iēnkā, taobus!” You can tell Daemon is mocking him. Familiar as you are with his methods, you step forward, hovering. 

Were Daemon mocking you, this would be the part where you would defend yourself. Aemond, instead, simply smirks. 

“Sa Tida, Kepus.” 

Daemon’s face turns into an expression of absolute, murderous rage. His grip on Aemond tightens. He turns to you, almost in… Disbelief? You aren’t sure. You do not know what they are saying, but it can’t be good. 

Aemond blushes with pleasure. He smiles a cocky grin, and his chest puffs up with arrogant satisfaction. 

It is only at that display that color returns to Daemon’s face. 

“I must admit, you had me fooled.” He releases Aemond, and gives him a shove. “But your games will not unnerve me tonight. Not again. We will settle this.” 

“Daemon…” 

“As much as it pains me, he is right.” Aemond sneers. “There is a debt to be paid, Muña. Do not interfere.” 

He gives you a warning glance, before bowing his head. It’s the last time he looks at you. 

His attention is now focused on Daemon. He looks up at him, body taut with fear. If you didn’t know Aemond that well, you would miss it. But to your well-trained eyes, it’s obvious. He is terrified. 

Aemond ends up lowering his eye again. Daemon’s fierce stare seems to have him unbalanced, unable to hide his emotions as well as he usually does. Knowing Daemon, he must be delighted his intimidation tactics are making him squirm. 

Daemon thrives on fear and humiliation. He has perfected his methods through the years, his reputation as a rogue only aiding him in his task. His eyes are like daggers. Instinctually, you know that is better to stay silent for now. 

Aemond seems to share your thoughts. He averts his eyes, face red with embarrassment. You wonder what has Daemon said to him that he is so out of sorts. 

“You should be kneeling.” Daemon finally says, his eyes on you. For a second, you think the instruction is actually meant for you, but before you can do anything about it, Daemon has turned back to Aemond. He towers over him, somehow, despite being the same height. “You're such a pathetic creature.”  

Daemon steps towards him. Aemond takes a step back, and Daemon smirks. He can probably sense the weakness in the same manner wolves sense fear. 

“Insulting your woman after claiming to be better than I. Hypocrite. But what more could you ask from a Hightower.”  His face tight with anger, Daemon unsheathes his dagger and grabs Aemond's chin, tilting it up. 

Never in a million lives you thought you would see Daemon defending your honor. How life surprises us all. 

You pity Aemond. His skin is turning red where Daemon is grabbing him, and he is breathing hard, eye closed. He seems to be expecting pain, and it fills you with the urge to comfort him. 

Aemond shouldn’t be having to brace himself. This is a storm of your own making. But he has asked you not to interfere, and you do not wish to wound his pride. You stay quiet. 

The dagger Daemon holds is now pressed to Aemond’s throat and this time, it is too much.  You advance on them. 

“Stop it.” 

Daemon ignores you. He leans in, close enough that he could kiss Aemond. His hair tickles Aemond’s face. 

“And you still fucked my wife without my permission.” He snarls. “Open your mouth,”

Aemond swallows. He seems cowed, for the first time in his life. 

“Stop this. Right this second.” You repeat, but neither heed you. Much to your dismay, Aemond makes eye contact with you before opening his mouth. Daemon’s dagger brushes against his lips. He shakes like a frightened bunny, but he still doesn’t attempt to defend himself.

“Open wider.”

Aemond has no choice but to obey.  You are struck by how young he looks, how young he truly is. At least ten years your junior, twenty or so than Daemon. He has been a man for such little time, and yet, has done much more horrible things than most people twice his age. 

The lesser of those sins is bedding a married woman. 

Daemon’s voice is harsh. 

“I said wider!” Aemond opens his mouth wider, obediently. “Now, stick out your tongue.”  

“… Why don’t we all calm down..?” You feel your hands shaking. Daemon is capable of cutting his tongue. You know it. Aemond knows it. And still, he sticks out his tongue like an obedient dog. 

“Your tongue would make a fine gift to my wife. An apology, for all the insults I sent her way.” Daemon smirks. “And a penance, for how you dared treat her, petulant child that you are.” 

Your eyes sting. Something like a sob surges on your chest, but it doesn’t get out, caged between your ribs. It takes residence there, caught. 

It’s unbelievable. Once, you had prided yourself on knowing Daemon. You had been so finely tuned to his moods, out of an urge for survival, that you could tell with just a glance what he was thinking. His anger had always been transparent to you. 

This time, you aren’t sure if he is serious about cutting Aemond’s tongue for the slight, or if it is about the infidelity. 

“I do not want his tongue. Daemon. Stop it.” You beg, stumbling back into your chair. You hold your head between your hands, realizing this is punishment for you too. For daring to be an adulterous wife. 

Aemond’s face is pale. He is trembling slightly, and his tongue is caught between Daemon’s finger. It makes him drool. He attempts to pull back. 

Daemon's eyes flash with anger.  There is a dark satisfaction in his face. 

“Don't move.” Daemon's voice is low and sinister. “Keep it there. Less my pulse falters, and I leave you without a tongue before deciding.” 

“Don't!” You plead. 

Aemond doesn't move, the blade still pressed to his tongue, his mouth open. 

Daemon softens at the obedience. Perhaps because he has always liked control a bit too much. 

“Good boy.” He grins. Aemond sends him a look made of pure hatred, but keeps still. His eye is glued to Daemon’s, set on not backing down. 

If someone doesn’t intervene, something bad is about to happen. And there is no one else here, but you.

You stand up, furious. 

“That is enough! I happen to like his tongue where it is, inside his mouth and unharmed.” 

“You're nothing but a sniveling coward.” Daemon presses the dagger harder into Aemond's tongue, taunting him. “What's the matter? Do you like the taste of the dagger on your tongue? The feel of the metal against your flesh? Sick little boy.”

Daemon laughs. Aemond closes his eye, but both you and Daemon see it. A single tear falls down his face, mouth still wide open, dagger pressed inside. The sight is hauntingly beautiful, like one of the tapestries Daemon used to hang around showcasing Targaryen deviance. 

“Do you like that?” Daemon leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of his ear. You know through first-hand experience how devastating that feels. Somehow, seeing them together, Daemon holding Aemond almost in a lover’s embrace, makes you throb with shameful arousal. “Being completely helpless and humiliated? It should hurt. It shows you your place. On the ground, at my mercy.” 

Aemond tries to close his mouth, but Daemon's hands keep his face pushed back as he presses the tip of the blade into his tongue. Aemond's face tightens, a look of pain flashing across his eyes, but he can't say anything. The only sound out of his mouth is a painful groan. 

Daemon's expression is cold and hard. 

“It feels good, doesn't it? Just like kissing the cunt of a married woman?"

“Daemon! Enough!” And this time, you finally gather the courage to do what needs to be done. You get between the two of them and shove Daemon out of the way. “That’s enough.” 

Daemon licks his lips. Aemond swallows, a hint of blood in the edge of his mouth. You wonder if he is tasting copper. 

“What a pathetic display of weakness. I've seen a thousand pigs slaughtered with more bravery than you.” Daemon sheathes the dagger. Aemond’s face turns frighteningly angry. Torching the Riverlands kind of angry. 

His breathing is deep and labored, like a hurt animal. You rush to his side and hug him. 

“You are bold to speak of weakness…” Aemond says, with great effort. His body shudders against yours, and it is a testament to how shaken he must be that he doesn’t jerk out of your grip. “When it was your own what led your wife to my bed. Make no mistake, Muña. An old dog cannot learn new tricks.” He then spits blood at Daemon’s face.

Daemon wipes his face with his sleeve, horrifyingly calm. He then looks at both of you, and bursts into genuine laughter. 

“I was wrong, boy. You have balls.” He gives him a hand, helping him to a chair. “We might make a man out of you yet.” 

Aemond accepts his help without fear. You stare. 

“Both of you are unhinged.” 

Daemon turns to you. 

“Oh? Then what would you do in my situation?” 

“Apologize? Agree to move on and let go of the past?” You offer, weakly. 

Daemon scoffs at the suggestion. “Apologize? Apologize! You think that will solve everything?” But he does look over at Aemond, who has now relaxed in his chair, exhausted.  “I suppose I should try to be diplomatic, if only for your sake. Fine. I apologize for calling you terrible things, trying to murder you and to cut out your tongue. How does that sound, Taoba?”

Aemond swallows again. He seems unsure if he should be trusting Daemon’s words. He gives you a look. You shrug. If they want to try normal conflict resolution, you won’t stop them. 

“Thank you. I apologize for fucking her without your permission.” 

Daemon gives him a small smile. Aemond meets his eyes. A strange mixture of emotions seems to pass between them. Daemon looks as if he is seeing Aemond for the first time. There is a new interest in his eyes, one you do not like at all. 

Or perhaps, you like it too much. You can’t decide. 

“Is that all, then? Or do you have more to say, nephew?” He purrs. 

Aemond scratches his nape, embarrassed. He doesn’t seem to know how to react to being flirted with. Because this is what this is. Daemon is looking at him with utter hunger. 

“Nothing.” 

Daemon looks him over, inspecting Aemond like a predator sizing up his prey. 

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” 

Daemon studies him for a moment, not looking convinced.

“Someone looks guilty.” He is like a shark, smelling blood in the water. Aemond looks painfully awkward, nothing like the cocky young man that seduced you moons ago. Deciding to put him out of his misery, you attempt to shift Daemon’s attention to you. 

“I apologize for bedding him.” You offer, in your meekest tone. 

Daemon doesn't acknowledge your apology, his eyes still fixed on Aemond, filled with curiosity. 

“I accept your apology.” Then his eyes harden, his face turns serious. “Now, come here. Both of you.”

Aemond’s eye widens, but obediently gets up and creeps closer.  Daemon reaches a hand towards you. You go easily. 

“That wasn't so hard, was it?” Daemon teases, his eyes never leaving Aemond's face, searching for some hint of weakness.

Aemond nods silently, too intimidated to speak. Daemon grabs him by the back of his neck, firmly. He presses his forehead to his. 

“Aōha ēdruta vāedas. Vezof jin azantys, vestri sȳz. Se ābra dracarys jēdo n��m.” 

Aemond nods, solemnly. As if he were accepting a vow. Then, they both turn towards you. 

“Consider this my repentance.” Daemon says, with a smirk. Aemond looks properly chided. Contrite, even. 

“I apologize for being rude. The dress makes your cleavage look phenomenal. I was just… Jealous, I suppose. I used to protect you and now…” He offers, sounding much like a child who has gotten caught with his hands on the cookie jar. 

“Now you find yourself in the unusual situation of having me as the protector. I have been shielding you from Daemon and Daemon has been…” You realize it as you speak it. Aemond had come to rescue from your solitude, and your evil, up to no good husband. You had been his damsel in distress, until you had stepped into the role of the protector and Daemon into…

“Providing.” The man himself barks out a laugh. “Seven Hells, am I a stand-in for Viserys? I thought I had issues.” 

Aemond blushes. 

“It isn’t like that.” 

But Daemon insists. He takes a lock of your hair and twists it between his fingers.

“Fuck, I married Alicent. Fucking Alicunt.” 

“I am not her!” You protest. 

“You do look like my mother a bit. In the right light.” Aemond concedes, and you don’t know if to laugh or cry. “I… I want to do better. And I…” 

“I want in. In what you two have.” Daemon’s smirk turns more devious, gently tucking the strand of hair he was still holding behind your ear. “Normally, I would threaten you with kicking you out, or hurting your lover over here. But I have been told it is in bad taste to try to force myself into your bed.” 

So he had learned his lesson from the last time. You fight off the pleased smile. 

“So. The choice is yours. My nephew and I reached an agreement already, one that will be void without your consent. Otherwise, we can go as we are.” Daemon finishes his offer, placing his hands behind his back. 

You look between Aemond and him. Aemond seems encouraging. 

“Will you be content to pay for your wife and her lover the rest of our lives? How selfless.” You arch an eyebrow, doubtful. It sounds too unlike him. 

Daemon shrugs.

“What can I say? You inspire selfless devotion.” 

“He is right. You do.” Aemond says, hugging you from behind. You feel him bury his face on your hair, quietly grounding himself. He has had a taxing evening, for sure. 

“What do you think of this?” You ask him, voice low. 

“If he is involved, I would feel more settled. Like it is not charity.” Aemond says, kissing your temple. 

“I see you have learned from whores, haven’t you?” Daemon mocks, creeping closer. “Being my kept man and my kept woman. How lucky it is to be a prince.” 

“Cunt.” You say, giving him a shove. 

“Your cunt.” Daemon smirks. He leers at you. “And what a delicious one you seem to have…” 

You slap a hand over his mouth, embarrassed. Aemond fights with a smile, and it is that which convinces you.

“Fine. You win. And we actually prefer trophy wife and boy toy.”

“Talk for yourself.” Aemond tugs at your hair, and you laugh. 

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V's All That

Chapter 2 || The Invite

➥ Summary: Jayce Talis, the school's golden boy and a guaranteed pick for Prom King, seems to have it all—looks, charm, and popularity. However, when Kino presents him with the opportunity to win back Mel, his ex-girlfriend and the one who got away, Jayce jumps at the chance. The challenge? To transform Viktor, a snarky outcast who is as far from popular as possible, into Prom King instead. Jayce takes the bait, but he may have taken on more than he can handle. ➥ Word Count: 3.8k ➥ Pairing: Jayce Talis x Viktor || Arcane

🧡 beta'd by @spxllcxstxr 🩷 art by @wapimostosis 🧡 available on ao3

<- part 1.

“You need to stop showing up uninvited,” Caitlyn’s voice rang clearly in her bedroom, sharp blue eyes analyzing the dozens of homework pages on her perfectly tidied desk. Her hair was tied back into a tight pony, a sign of concentration from the girl who’d spent much of her time reaching academic heights. Ready to tackle her upcoming senior year.

Jayce was sprawled out on the floor next to her bed, his back against the hard, wooden surface, his hazel eyes staring up at the stark white ceiling. He was lost in his thoughts, the day replaying through his head over and over again as he refused to answer Caitlyn.

His thoughts were rudely interrupted by a pink-haired girl who stepped over him and stared down with a playful expression of faux sympathy. 

“I think he’s broken, Cupcake,” Vi murmured, cocking her head to the side and holding the football between her fingers just above Jayce’s face. She had it briefly before dropping it, letting the ball fall from her fingers.

He reacted almost instantaneously, swatting it away as it plummeted to his face, eyes narrowing at her in disbelief.

“What are you even doing here?” He grumbled, a frown creasing his forehead.

“Leave my girlfriend alone,” Caitlyn sighed in exasperation, spinning on her rolling chair to face them, her expression offering clear signs of annoyance. Not only was there a mountain of notes to be studied before the end of the day, but having Jayce and Vi around always led to unnecessary distractions. At least it was nice to know they got long—for the most part. “You didn’t come here to sulk, so spit it out. What did Mel do?”

Vi snickered under her breath, stepping over Jayce and collapsing onto Caitlyn’s bed, head hanging off the edge and powder blue eyes fixating on the boy on the floor. Reeking of sadness and desperation.

“Mel didn’t do anything,” Jayce lamented, dragging his hands over his face. Caitlyn cringed at his dramatics. I miss her, but that’s not the problem… God, I really miss her.”

“I can’t believe she dumped your ass. You really fucked that up,” Vi howled out a laugh, the sound vibrant, but was quickly shut up by a warning glare from Caitlyn.

“You’re so funny, Vi. It’s actually incredible. You should consider a career in comedy with all the jokes you have under your belt.” Jayce spat, though there was no real anger behind his words. Slowly, he sat up so he could instead hang his head between his bent knees. It was a pathetic sight that left both girls staring, knowing they had to at least try to mend the poor guy’s obvious broken heart.

Vi let out a quiet grumble, annoyed that she was dragged into the mess Jayce had served them on a silver platter. Since Mel broke up with him a couple of weeks prior, she’d been finding it difficult to find alone time with her girlfriend, but it was hard to blame the poor guy.

Heartbreak was tough, she knew that after a few rough patches with Caitlyn during their past year together. She shed plenty of tears, gave herself a butchered haircut that had just grown out, and spent one too many nights being consoled by Powder while they watched ‘80s romcoms and ate their weight in ice cream and junk food.

Caitlyn, now completely turned around in her seat and staring at Jayce, let out a sigh as she let her stress of the day release so she could focus her remaining energy on him. “What’s the problem?”

Jayce didn’t respond, sulking, his head still hanging pathetically between his knees. There was no response for a moment, silence filling the air until he asked in a quiet voice, “Is it hard to be my friend?”

Caitlyn and Vi exchanged confused glances, unsure of what Jayce was about to spring on them.

“A little–”

“No,” Cait interjected, lifting a finger at Vi and stopping her mid-sentence without even looking in her direction. She focused her attention entirely on Jayce, someone she considered a big brother after years and years of being stuck together at the hip. She knew him better than anyone; despite his flair for the dramatic and occasional immaturity, he had a big heart. For him to feel this way made it hard for her not to sympathize. “Why do you ask? I find it hard to believe someone wouldn’t want to be your friend.”

Sadly, he peered up, eyes shifting between the two girls. “You have no idea, Sprout.”

“Seriously? Mr. Golden Boy is having a hard time making friends. I call bullshit,” Vi said, rolling over so her chin rested on her crossed arms as she stared at Jayce. As a girl from the ‘wrong side of the tracks’ it was hard to feel for the guy who had everything handed to him. 

If Viktor was anything like her, he would be rather bitter about some of the school's wealthier and more popular kids. He wanted nothing to do with Jayce. 

“Again, why are you here?” Jayce snapped, glaring daggers at Vi.

“Oh my god, this conversation is going in circles. Jayce,” Caitlyn clapped her hands together, grabbing his attention and forcing him to look in her direction, “What’s going on? You have to be transparent, or we can’t help you.”

Jayce scrunched his nose, his mind reeling at how to explain the situation, fearing judgment from them. They didn’t have to know about the bet, did they? Was it really that important of a detail to disclose?

Shifting to face them both while still sitting on the floor, he groaned and shook his head, “It’s Viktor.”

Both girls stared at him with puzzled expressions, the name ringing a bell in one of them.

“I don’t—”

“Viktor? Really? That dude Powder hangs out with?” Vi spoke up, raising an eyebrow.

Jayce’s eyes shot towards Vi again, “You know him?”

With a shake of her head, Vi replied, “Hardly. I know they get together to play that weird board game in our basement once a week. The one where it’s like—” She snapped her fingers a few times, trying to recall the information, “They fight dragons and roleplay. Real nerd shit. Mylo and Claggor join in sometimes.”

“Dungeons and Dragons?” Jayce clarified.

The pink-haired girl briefly narrowed her eyes at Jayce, a small smirk forming on her lips, “Didn’t peg you as the kind of guy to play that sorta’ thing.”

“I don’t play,” he scoffed, cheeks warm from embarrassment with a pink colour dusting over his tanned skin.

“Jayce, don’t get me wrong,” Caitlyn chimed in, “but why on earth are you trying to befriend him? He’s not really…”

“His kind of friend. I’m calling more bullshit.” Vi murmured.

“Christ, fine. Let me explain before you jump to any conclusions,” Jayce explained, hands moving with his words. “He’s in my chemistry class, and I tried to ask him for some help today, and he brushed me off like I was nothing more than shit on his shoe. I don’t get it! What’s so bad about helping someone out with some homework? What have I ever done to him?”

Vi raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, but what have you done for him? He’s not entitled to help you for no reason.”

“Don’t you have a 3.9 GPA, Jayce? Why are you even asking for help?” Caitlyn added, trying to wrap her head around the situation. 

“That doesn’t matter,” Jayce brushed her off, running his hands through his perfectly styled hair as frustration consumed him once more. “I never ask for help. Can you just tell me how to get him to help me without judging me?”

Vi stared at the poor guy, huffing a quiet sigh as she sat on the bed, legs dangling off the side. While he buried his face in his hands again, she glanced at Caitlyn. She offered a sympathetic shrug, and Cait nodded, slowly slinking away from her chair until she was on the floor in front of Jayce.

Her delicate hands extended out, fingers with neatly manicured nails wrapped around his wrists as she pulled his hands away from his face.

Jayce was forced to look into her eyes, cheeks flaring bright with embarrassment. He wasn’t keen on asking for help, his pride often getting in the way, especially from someone he considered his younger sister. He was supposed to be the role model here!

“Can I give you some advice?” She asked gently, pulling her hands away to rest in her lap.

“Yeah. I could use anything at this point.” Jayce mumbled, at a loss for motivation as his eyes dropped to his hands that fidgeted together.

Caitlyn took a few short moments to consider her wording carefully. She had never taken advice-giving so lightly, especially with a passionate man like Jayce, who could take things personally. He was rather impressionable.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to get out of this, Jayce, and it’s not my place to ask if you don’t want to share, but you could try to put at least some effort into this. Vi’s right, there’s no reason for Viktor to help someone who… well, someone who doesn’t give him the time of day otherwise.” Her voice was gentle, but the words still cut deep for Jayce. A realization he needed but hadn’t been prepared for, shattering the assumptions he carried.

“Goddamnit,” he groaned, trying to fight the small smile growing on his lips despite his frustrations, “I hate that you’re always right.”

“Me too, man,” Vi said from her spot, raising her hands defensively when Caitlyn snapped her gaze to her, “Don’t look at me like that, babe. He said it first!”

Jayce let out a genuine laugh as he watched the two bicker, a rhythm in their relationship that he sorely missed in his own life. Mel was back on his mind again, and she hadn’t really left, had she? Yet, while he lay in bed later that night, he found someone else taking over his thoughts as he tried to sleep: Viktor.

The conversation from earlier that afternoon replayed in his mind like a broken record, the sound of Viktor’s annoyed voice clear as day: “I don’t want to help you.” 

It made him cringe, his stomach churning and twisting as he imagined trying to talk to him again the next day, wondering how he would move past his poor attempt at conversation. He hated how invested he had become in this bet and how he had lied to Caitlyn about the actualities of this, hopefully, soon-to-be-friendship. He never lied to her.

To make matters worse, she was right; Jayce had absolutely no justification to ask for help from Viktor. He was already accepted into several prestigious colleges and was the fourth highest in their graduating class for grades. Where was Viktor on that list? Would Jayce even learn anything from him?

It was easy to fall into the repetition of insecure thoughts, a pattern of negative thinking he thought he had left behind long ago.

Groaning, Jayce rolled over to reach toward his nightstand, his fingers fumbling until they grasped at his portable disk walkman. In the dark, he pressed the play button, wrapping headphones over his ears as the foam earpieces blocked out the distant sounds of cars driving through the suburbs. 

Instead, the familiar sounds of Simple Plan filled his mind and allowed him to drift off to a deep sleep—disturbed only by the loud blaring of his alarm clock at six a.m.

-

“Well, isn’t it the Prince of Piltover,” Kino’s voice rumbled loudly, catching Jayce’s attention as he walked through the halls confidently. There were only a few minutes left of their lunch break, and he’d been trying to figure out where Viktor would be lingering—no time like the present to attempt a second introduction. It was now or never.

The last person he wanted to see was Kino.

“Hey, man,” Jayce said, watching as his friend caught up to his pace, the crowds of students splitting open as they walked through like royalty. Girls gawking at them unashamed, and young freshman boys taking mental notes of how to be like them one day.

“You been avoiding me?” Kino asked teasingly, smirking as he nudged Jayce’s side with a sharp elbow.

“That obvious?” He teased in return, flashing a smile at the other as they turned the corner. It seemed that God worked in mysterious ways, and those ways were handing Viktor to Jayce at the worst possible times.

“Oh, shit,” Kino snickered, stopping in his footsteps in tandem with Jayce. His eyes focused on his friend, noting the nervous expression that flitted across his features, “You still haven’t talked to him since yesterday, huh? Dude, at this rate, it’s going to be prom night before he even says hi back to you.”

“Shut up, Kino,” Jayce hissed, brushing him off with a dismissive wave of his hand, “Can you just… fuck off for a second?”

Kino snorted a forced laugh, covering up the anger that swirled within him, “Yeah, whatever, man. Good luck.”

Jayce hadn’t paid any attention to Kino after that; instead, he paused in the hallway and stared at Viktor like a deer in headlights—unable to draw his gaze away, even if he wanted to. He watched as the tired-looking student stood at his locker, his cane put aside momentarily as he rummaged through his belongings and switched textbooks for afternoon classes.

When Viktor finally closed his locker with a sharp move, he nearly let out a yelp at the figure standing right next to him—wearing a toothy grin and leaning against the lockers much too casually for someone who had pissed him off the day before.

Viktor’s jaw clenched involuntarily, and he reached for his cane, his thin fingers wrapping around the wooden handle as he stared at Jayce with an uninterested and annoyed glare. “Haven’t I already told you no? Is that not an answer you like?”

Yikes. That was harsh.

Jayce let out a nervous chuckle, keeping himself calm and collected at the onslaught of Viktor’s obvious disdain for his presence. “I’m sorry. Yesterday, I came off a little strong, I realize that now.”

Viktor eased for a moment, hating the way Jayce’s laugh made his stomach flutter, shoving that feeling far, far down before it affected him any further. He couldn’t lie; an apology was a nice gesture, but it was far from enough to change his mind.

“The answer is still no,” he grumbled, a single hand tightening the lock of his locker, preparing to leave Jayce behind like he had yesterday.

“That’s fine, I totally get it,” Jayce replied coolly, but his heart was beating hard, and his hands were getting sweaty again. Trying desperately to figure out where he could pivot this conversation, “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

There it was—a gesture that worked wonders on Mel anytime they argued. It usually resulted in a bouquet of flowers and a night together, but he was certain that this bait for Viktor would go a very different route.

Viktor’s eyes narrowed slightly, golden hues sparkling in curiosity. He ignored the looks of passing students, the chatter of them whispering the same thing to each other again and again: ‘Why was Viktor suddenly so interesting?’

Jayce mastered the art of ignoring everyone around him, but it was for good reasons. His ego clearly loved the attention but knew how to give someone his full attention when needed. He wasn’t a total asshole.

“Anything at all?” He urged, that stupid smile on his lips making Viktor want to say yes, but he’d be damned if he’d let himself get caught up in whatever Jayce was aiming for. Jayce may not have paid attention to him, but Viktor had a knack for observing the world around him and would not admit the number of times he’d stared at the Golden Boy himself from a careful distance—usually from the back of the class.

He noted how academics came so easily to Jayce, how he would silently cheer to himself whenever he got an A-plus, or how he looked defeated whenever his performance was less than perfection. 

“Jayce,” Viktor sighed, and oh, he hated how much he enjoyed the way his name rolled off of his tongue, “I really don’t think—”

“Viktor—oh! Hi, Jayce.”

Two sets of eyes looked to Viktor's other side as another student approached them, the same girl with rounded glasses that Jayce hadn’t been able to name. Once more, his mind was filled with a flurry of names, none of them fitting.

“Hi, uh…” Jayce cringed, desperately searching for her name, but it never came.

“Sky,” Viktor stated bluntly, his interest in Jayce disappearing, “Her name is Sky. She is in the three classes we have together.”

For a brief moment, Jayce’s eyes widened in surprise. Viktor had paid enough attention to him to know they had classes together. He wasn’t sure why that made his heart skip a beat.

“It’s fine,” she laughed, shaking her head at Viktor’s bluntness and trying to relieve the obvious guilt rising from Jayce.

“I’m sorry,” the taller student said, a lowly but sincere apology. “Sky. I’ll remember that.”

She beamed, smiling cheerfully from ear to ear at just being able to talk to Jayce. Unfortunately for Viktor, Sky was not immune to the charisma that oozed from the class president.

Viktor looked at Jayce, one of reemerging annoyance, “We have to go.”

“But—” Jayce protested, desperation in his voice, “You didn’t answer my question. Is there, uh…” he stammered, finding it harder to ask with a third-party listening in, “anything I can do to make up for my total shitshow of a favour yesterday? Seriously, I feel like an ass asking a lot from you on a whim.”

Sky perked up, smiling at how she noticed Viktor was ready to pounce if Jayce dared to overstay his welcome. It was one of her favourite qualities of him, the ability to so easily speak his mind and stand up for himself, but she interrupted before he could even utter a word.

She could be selfish for once, couldn’t she?

“You could fill in for our game tonight!” Sky’s voice was full of enthusiasm, excitement palpable.

“Sky.” Viktor snapped at her.

“What? He’s offering a favour,” Sky replied, pushing up her glasses that had slipped down her nose, “Both Mylo and Claggor can’t make it tonight; Powder just told me. It’s going to be a difficult session… we could use the help.” 

She was received by silence as Viktor stared ahead at his locker, begging for this to end and hoping that both of them would get the hint and leave him alone. Sky didn’t let up, though. Neither did Jayce, whose eyes flickered between them eagerly.

“The Duergars kidnapped Miss Fortune,” Sky started on a rant, desperately trying to sway Viktor, “We’re looking at a death wish if we go through with playing tonight without another player. Do you really think a cleric and a warlock can take down the entire Duergar war camp? We’re only level four—”

With a swift motion, Viktor smacked his cane against Sky’s leg, light enough to just interrupt her ramblings.

“Enough. He doesn’t want to play.”

“I’ll play,” Jayce interrupted casually, and he hadn’t expected a look so cruel from Viktor, practically seeing the steam blowing from his ears. Anger simmering below the surface.

“Yes!” Sky beamed as her features lit up, “If you don’t have a character, Viktor has dozens of unused ones, so I’m sure you’ll find someone you like.”

“I don’t want to teach anyone to play. We’ll reschedule.” Viktor doubled down, eyes staring right into Jayce’s. 

“You won’t have to,” Jayce replied confidently. Offering a sweet smile that made Viktor want to reach over and tear it off of his face. “I’ll manage.”

Interest flickered in Viktor’s eyes, intrigued by the confidence Jayce carried so easily. He hardly seemed like the type to pick up a roleplaying game in his spare time, let alone master in, but regardless, this could prove to be a great time to prove how little regard he has for anyone but himself. Maybe a chance to embarrass him right back, a way to show how badly he wanted to get him off his back.

He cocked an eyebrow, “Eight sharp. The address is two-twenty-five Pyke Ave. Don’t be late.”

Jayce perked up, eyes wide like an excited puppy, “Y-Yeah. I won’t be late. See you later, Viktor. Oh, and Sky!”

Without another word, Viktor leaned on his cane and began to walk away while Sky offered Jayce an excited wave before departing with her friend.

Jayce stood alone for a moment, watching the two of them walk away as he smiled to himself. He finally had an advantage. Very few people in his life knew this about him, but before he was the Golden Boy and just a peer among a sea of students in middle school, he dabbled in Dungeons and Dragons. Not quite like others, considering he never played a real game, but he was fond of learning about it. He had convinced his mom to buy him a player’s guidebook—a treasure he read repeatedly but never shared for fear that his friends would make fun of him.

He hoped he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of Viktor, let alone other experienced players. He wasn’t sure if he could handle any more bruises on his already beaten-up ego.

Jayce avoided Kino for the remainder of the day, his mind reeling with the possibilities of the upcoming night and wondering how on earth he was going to manage to get on Viktor’s good side in just one session. After a short while of digging through his closet and making a mess out of his room, he pulled out a dusty book hidden deep in a box of trinkets and old treasures he’d meant to give away the previous summer.

The Player’s Handbook, second edition.

He scoured the pages for glimpses of information, some coming back and some lost over the years of trying to forget this interest existed at one point in his life. He flipped through the book until he was satisfied with the fact that he didn’t know as much as he let on and that this was more than likely going to embarrass the ever-living-fuck out of him.

But anything was worth it to get closer to Viktor.

[cottoncandyswisherz]

birthday gyal

dom!matt x fwb!reader

warnings: unprotected sex, swearing, choking, love confession

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the only thing worse than having your 21st birthday during the spring semester, was having your 21st birthday be on a wednesday during the spring semester.

as of may 8th 2024, y/n was officially of legal drinking age and she couldn't even go get shit-faced because she had a lecture the next morning. so instead of partying with her besties, she was at home in her robe, reading 'the mastery of love', while drinking her first legal acholic beverage, twisted tea. 

obviously it wasn't what she wanted to be doing, but she knew that waiting until friday to go out was her best option because she knew she would need 2 days to recover from all the debauchery she intended to partake in. 

so there she was, sulking, reading, sipping. whichever one you prefer honestly. 

that didn't last long though. 

matt <3

happy birthday sweetheart

thanks matt

come get your gifts

HOL AWWNNN YOU GOT ME A GIFT FR??

what kind of friend would i be if i didnt get you a birthday gift?

IM FINNA GET THAT GDAY DICKKKKK

youre insane.

and this is why y/n loved matt. he gave her girlfriend treatment without forcing her to be his girlfriend. 

they were basically dating. they took each other out, they only fucked each each other, the slept at the others house often. 

but the title. the title of girlfriend and boyfriend is what fucked them up. it came with so much pressure. and these two fools hated pressure as much as republicans hate the BLM movement. so they did things the way they wanted. 

according to y/n and matt, they were friends. who fucked on a consistent basis.

it's not weird unless you make it weird. 

slipping on her black bralette, sweats, shoes and jewelry y/n made her way out of her apartment and into her car. on her way to the triplets house, she wondered what matt had in store for her. 

she got her answer as soon as she opened the door to his house.

in no way, shape, or form was matt a grand gestures type of guy. but when he did do something extensive, he believed the glory was in the little things so he made it a point to remember y/n current song obsessions, forming a playlist that played lightly through the house. there was purple rose petals sprinkled in a trail from the front door to matts bedroom door.

when she opened said door, her eyes fluttered shut at the sight before her. matt stood with in front of his bed with a bottle of tequila blanco. (AND THAT DAMN DON JULIO MAKE ME A FOOL FOR YEEEWWW) behind him, on his bed was an assortment of gift bags and amazon packages. 

"happy birthday y/n." matt said, walking up to her and wrapping her in a comforting hug. 

y/n shed a few thug tears as she hugged him back and planted a fat smooch on his lips. "thank you so much MWAH" she planted another kiss on his lips and began to open her gifts. 

jewelry with her sun, moon and rising signs. a melanie tee and a lana poster for her room

by the time y/n was done opening her gifts, she was just one giant smile. all her toofs were on display and she wasn't even embarrassed because she was utterly happy.

she pounced on matt and gave him a hug with all the strength her body could muster. she kissed all over his face and thanked him like he'd just bought her dream car rather than a few birthday gifts.

"okay okay okay! i love you too but i need air to breathe!" he said in attempt to get her to calm down.

y/n reluctantly released the boy and hopped off the bed to grab the bottle and pour the two of them a shot. they toasted to her birthday and downed the shot.

sitting back down, y/n leaned her head on the headboard and placed her feet on matts lap because he was across from her on the mattress.

"do i get a birthday lap dance now?" y/n asked, cackling at the look on matts face.

after letting out a few dry laughs, matt answered her question. "no, but i do have one more gift for you." he pulled her closer to him by her ankles, causing her head to hit the pillows.

y/n's pant magically disappear along with her panties.

matt moves one to beside her head and leans down to trap her mouth with his. as she leans forward, the tip of his cock pushes against he entrance.

with his other hand, he circles the front of her neck. "i'll never hurt you, y/n." he kisses her cheek. "but i'll choke you a little. if that's what you want."

y/n's eyes widen and her lips part. matt feels her not before she does. and then he squeezes, knowing exactly where to press. y/n's eyes flutter shut.

her body shifts under him. her hips try to lift to take him inside him. but he doesn't let her. he just squeezes a little harder. her eyes open and her hands reach up to grab at his arm, not to push him away but to cling to him.

she looks up at him with those beautiful eyes and her body twitches. once.

matts leaking all over her slit. so fucking ready to bust. but he needs her with him. he needs her to feel as feral as he does.

but when her fingers dig into his arm and she twitches a second time, he releases his hold on her neck and slams his entire length inside her.

y/n's orgasm is instant. an implosion. her arms wrap around matt, clutching him.

and he's lost. he's surrounded by her heat, and he's fucking lost in it. he ruts her into the mattress, slamming his hips into hers as she whines and whimpers beneath him. feeling her pussy grip to keep him inside her each time he moves. feeling her breath on his neck with each thrust forward.

to him, she's everything.

he pulls free from her body, grabbing her by her hips. he flips her into her stomach.

he doesn't give her time to catch her breath. he rips her bralette, yanks her hips up, and shoves into her from behind.

her orgasm is still trembling through her body, but it's not enough.

reaching forward, he grips the front of her neck again and pulls her until she's upright on he knees before him.

her tits bounce every time his hips slam against her ass and its the best fucking thing he's ever seen.

he tightens his hold on her neck again, a little tighter than last time. because this time, he's closer.

he's so much closer to filling her with his seed, and he needs her to milk it out of him.

he places his mouth at her ear and slides his other hand down to belly to her slick clit.

"i'n gonna cum inside you, y/n. i'm gonna cum so deep inside you it'll be dripping out of you for fucking days." he rubs his fingers in circles around her bundle of nerves. "but i need you to cum first. so grab those titties for me. show me that you love it."

y/n doesn't even hesitate. her hands fly up to her chest and her fingers pinch and pull at her nipples.

her pussy starts to clench around matt, who tries to control his movements.

in. out. in. out.

but then her eyes start to roll back and he presses harder against her clit. and she cums.

he releases her throat and the sound of her ragged inhale is the last push he needs before his balls squeeze and he's unloading inside her.

he groans her name as he fills her with his release. "i love you. so fucking much. i fucking love you."

for the final pulse of his cock, he shoves himself as deep as he can get, the thrust tipping them forward.

he rolls off her and they lie there, silent. the only sounds heard, were the sounds of their heavy breathing.

he said he loves her. he knows he did. she knows he did.

did he mean it? or was that a post nut confession that he didn't mean to say?

but y/n came to the conclusion that whether he meant it or not, she loved him. and she wasn't scared to say it.

so she reaches over to where matt was laying with his hand behind his head and grabbed his face so he was looking at her.

"i love you."

and just like that, matt's world stopped.

he grabbed her hand and held it in his. "be my girlfriend." he spoke out. "i wanna tell everyone that breathes in my direction that y/n y/l/n is my girlfriend. i want everyone to know i'm yours. because i am. yours. so be mine."

she let out a laugh and leaned over, kissing his jaw. "matt. i was yours the first time we kissed."

niyah speaks this is for lilly bae.

remember that if no one loves you, mommy loves you (and by mommy i mean me)

taglist: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @mattssluttygf @zniyadgaf

[yutxsgf]

Kirishima fucks up and Bakugou and Kaminari are there to sweep up the mess and fix you out of your feels.

Cw; fluff, Café worker au, light hurt/comfort.

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You and Kirishima had been friends throughout middle school, and it stayed that way. The light and happy feeling of being with your best friend. The soft smiles and the silly laughs, it felt great. Heavenly even. That was how it was.

Until you introduced them.

"Hey, I'm Mina Ashido! I've seen you around before, haven't I?" She said with a bright smile before sticking her hand out to the blank spikey haired boy.

Kirishima froze before clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck with a smile, "O–Oh, yeah! Nice to meet you, I'm Eijiro Kirishima." He replied with a sheepish grin.

You watched silently at the greeting, smiling at the smooth greeting, it seemed pretty nice. You were somewhat excited, you were thinking of being the awesome trio at Mustafa Private Middle School.

But that wasn't the case. Not at all. You never expected to be the one left out on hangouts let alone left behind. You never thought you'd be the one to feel that prickling pang of jealousy and pain as you watched your bestfriend and your other friend laugh and share a popcorn bucket at the movies. You were stuck on the end side as both of them sat by eachother, laughing and giggling at the movie loud enough for several people to give them dirty looks.

It wasn't as fun when you were on the butt end of it, was it?

This went on and on, and each time, you felt little bits and pieces of your enjoyment that was there before, shatter and fly away. It hurt, so bad, more than anyone could imagine. And it didn't help that you liked your bestfriend too.

You sighed before getting up off of the round, metal Café chair and grabbing your belongings. You had been mulling and thinking too much. People had offered you several little snacks when they caught you shedding a couple tears, which made you feign a smile. But the thankfulness and prick of gratefulness didn't last forever, which is why you decided it was better to just sulk at home and not embarass yourself.

You were about to ditch the Café before you heard someone yell. You whipped your head back at the voice, which was apparently the Café counter.

"Hey, you." A blonde guy called out with both palms on the counter as he looked at you. You glanced around before pointing at yourself and slightly tilting your head.

The worker nodded and grinned, "Yeah, you, c'mere." He motioned for you to come closer before dipping behind the small glass panel that slightly hid the drink he pulled out from behind it.

You slowly walked closer, clearly confused on why you were called out. Maybe it was because you stayed too long. You really didn't hope so, you were definitely in no mood to get an earful.

"On the house, hate seein' pretty people like you sob in here." The blonde said before sliding a [Favorite drink] to you with thin caramel lining that made up a small happy face.

You stared at him for a brief minute before pursing your lips, trying to decide if this was worth your smile right now or not. If you could even muster up one.

But, after a couple seconds, your body decided for your as a warm smile tugged at your lips causing an instant reaction from the blonde boy as his grin got wider.

"I– T.. Thank you." You said softly, taking the drink and pulling it closer before taking a sip and immediately feeling a tad better than you had before.

He tipped his little worker visor before flashing his amber eyes down at you with a soft smirk. "The names Kaminari. Denki Kaminari." He said softly.

You chuckled quietly, "[L/N], [F/N] [L/N]." Kaminari perked up before snatching an order paper and grabbing a pen from the table and writing down his number.

He slid it against the table towards you with a soft grin, "Use it however you please." He mumbled softly before making soft eye contact with you.

"Dunce face, God damn it! You better not be flirting with another customer again." A voice boomed from the back before a loud slam was heard. Everyone, including you and Kaminari whipped their heads over to whatever made that noise.

Another worker came from behind the wall before his eyes instinctively met the front of the counter, soon finding their way up to your slightly flushed, puffy face and just as puffy eyes.

He sucked his teeth before dipping back behind the wall and coming out with a duck themed sugar cookie and sliding it across the counter before stopping right in front of you.

"Damn Bakugou, didn't expect you to be the–" The darker blonde was quickly cut off with a cough as the other worker shoved an elbow into his abdomen, effectively shutting him up.

"Don't be goin' to a Café just to mope around n' not buy anything. That's just bs." The ash-blonde mumbled the last part before going back behind the wall with his hands shoved in his Café designed apron.

Your eyes followed him until he was no longer in sight, you were clearly slightly baffled with the mixed signals. Your attention was quickly snagged away from the ash-blonde to the Darker blonde that was clutching onto his stomach.

"Don't mind him, he's always like that." He wheezed out, giving his best attempt at a grin as he stared at you for a moment.

You chuckled for a moment before clearing your throat and straightening up as your expression took one of worry and concern, "Are– Are you.. alright?"

"Don't worry, 'm fine– He always does this." He spoke before coughing and straightening up. He cleared his throat before smiling warmly. "What I think Bakugou over there was tryna say is, don't be upset, everything's gonna turn out fine. Well, whatever youre goin' through will be." He shrugged with a hum sounding like the words 'I don't know.'

You smiled softly before nodding, "If that's the case, send him my thanks." You gave a farewell nod before turning around and making your way towards the Café doors.

"Will do." Was the last thing you heard before the small bell at the top of the double glass doors rang. You felt lighter than before, a little out of the dumps. You glanced down at the drink and little snack with a soft smile before taking a sip.

Maybe today wasn't going to be as bad.

And from that day on, you became a regular, always going back to that same Café to see those very blondes. At one point, they began to memorize your favorite drinks almost by heart just by simple glance at your expression.

You'd always pick the table closest to the counter so they'd always have the chance to start up small talk at times, and Kaminari took all the chances he could get.

Bakugou on the other hand, acted as if he didn't want you there which would normally hurt– if he didn't occasionally sneak you a couple cookies and small cups of whip cream.

"So how is our lovely regular doing today?" Kaminari asked with a soft grin as his chin resting in the palm of his hand for support atop the soft beige marble counter.

"I'm doing okay." You replied, making your way to the blonde as your other favorite blonde walked around behind Kaminari while making drinks for the other stray customers.

"Glad to hear." He beamed you a closed eye grin before spinning on his heel and making his way over to the drink station. Presumably to make your drink.

"Whaddya think you're doing, idiot. Go talk to them, I'm making the damn drink already." A harsh whisper was heard from Bakugou as his hands quickly worked at what looked to be a latte.

Kaminari silently mocked him before rolling his eyes and walking back to you. His expression shifted to one of softness as he saw you glancing up at their temporary sanrio menu.

"Thinkin' of buying one of those chibbi thingies from our menu today?" He asked, placing both of his palms on the edges of the counter as he leaned forward ever so slightly.

You pursed your lips in thoughts before smiling softly and nodding, "Yeah, can I get a... [Favorite sanrio character] themed bubble tea? Along with a [F/S/C] sugar cookie?"

"Coming right up beautiful." He responded with a wink before dipping in slightly behind the wall and shouting your order to Bakugou. Whom responded with a very vocal, "Don't yell at me, damn extra!"

You chuckled before glancing behind you at the sound of the little bell ringing as people entered. You were always a nosey one.

And then, your heart dropped.

You watched in slight horror and both Kirishima and Mina walked inside the Café arm in arm with cheerful smiles. You practically froze in place as you slowly turned your head towards the counter, praying to every deity there was that they wouldn't recognize the back of your head.

"Woah, what's wrong with you?" Kaminari questioned, cocking a brow as he stared at you with your sugar cookie in hand. His expression started to lace with concern as you remained silent and frozen.

"[L/N]–" You quickly shut him up before he could finish calling out your name by sending him a death glare that could send a small shiver down Bakugou's spine.

Kaminari quickly stayed silent before hesitantly glancing behind you to welcome the new customers before he too, froze in place.

He laughed nervously before pursing his lips, "Oh– Uh, hey! Your shift started 5 minutes ago [False name], come on." He ushered you over to the little gate stiffly, and you quickly complied.

You quickly, yet semi cautiously made your way over to the gate before pushing your body into it as it allowed you inside. You booked it behind the wall that always hid the rest of the small storage area only to be met face first into a thick pole.

"What the hell?! The fuck're you doin' back here? And watch where you're going!"

You glanced up at said pole that had two drinks up in the air as he beamed you a confused scowl. You quickly backed up before placing a hand over his mouth and glancing behind you where Kaminari stiffly took the pair's order.

Bakugou stayed still for a moment before placing both drinks on a nearby counter and grabbing your wrist. "What the fuck is going on." He said in a harsh whisper.

"The– Youknowthosepeopleitoldyouaboutthatleftmeforeachotherafteriintroducedthem?yeahwelltheyrehereandkaminarihel–"

"God damn it– Slow down idiot!" Bakugou said as he covered your mouth with his hand. He sucked his teeth before slowly retracting his hand from your mouth.

You remained silent for a moment before taking a calming breath and looking up at him, "Remember when I came in here crying?"

"Yeah, you looked like a fuckin' pimple with all that puffiness." He teased with a grin before clearing his throat and allowing you to continue.

You gave him a sharp look before huffing and continuing, "Well that reason why I was crying is here and talking to Kaminari."

Bakugou thought for a moment before pursing his lips in hesitancy. His expression of thought quickly turned into a narrow one as he shoved you out of the way and left from behind the wall.

You watched in terror as Kaminari tried to hold Bakugou back from blowing the whole counter along with Kirishima and Mina away. If this was a clean show, all you'd be hearing was that annoying beep.

"Bakugou– C'mon bro, fuck! Calm down!" Kaminari shouted, holding Bakugou by his the crooks of his neck as the ash-blonde's hands started sparking and popping. All you could hear was loud, violent I'll kill yous and Bastards along with streams of something that sounded like it could come out of Satan's mouth himself.

"Bakugou.." You said under your breath, walking slightly towards the chaos behind the counter. Both blonde's heads whipped towards your direction and froze.

What you didn't know, was that you walked a bit too far and you were now in view for both Mina and Kirishima to spot you and also freeze.

By now, all customers either began recording or scrambled away as far as they could from the very lively Café. But that was the least of your worries the moment you heard his voice.

"[Name]..?"

Your head whipped towards the voice with an expression that could break a man's pride. And well, it did. Throughout all Bakugou's stream of curses, all you could hear was Kirishima's small curses about how crazy your blondes were.

You stared at him as if he were crazy, insane, an outcast, like he didn't belong, like you didn't know who he was, like you disgusted by him, like you hated him. At this point, you could care less about the terrified Mina behind him, the only thing that went through your mind was the betrayal and the fact Bakugou lashed out on someone on his shift. For you.

"Get out."

"What?"

"Get out."

"[Nam]–"

"Get. OUT."

All eyes and phone cameras were on you now, your shout having gained the attention from everyone. You pointed towards the double glass doors and sent him a glare of despair and hatred.

Kirishima recoiled at your sudden volume before Mina stepped in front of him and looked at you with confusion and sorrow. "[Nickname], what's going on with you..?"

You ground your teeth within your mouth briefly before turning away from her and walking behind the wall again. All you could hear afterwards was Kirishima beginning to call your name before getting stopped by a loud slam on the counter and a loud "Get the fuck out."

You sat quietly on a chair in the corner as you stared blankly at the wall infront of you. You counted atleast 104 cracks in the wall and about 3 faded ash marks on that very same chunk of wall.

"[Name]."

You flinched at the sound of your name before instantly calming down at the sight of Kaminari and Bakugou standing by you.

"Are you– Are you okay?" Kaminari said softly, coming closer to you and placing a warm hand on your shoulder as his eyebrows furrowed with concern.

Bakugou came closer before shoving his hands in his pocket and leaning against the wall in front of you with a soft scowl. "If you're worried about those bastards, I scared 'em off 5 minutes ago. Damn extras are so damn persistent."

You chuckled softly for a second at his last remark before clearing your throat and glancing up at both Kaminari and Bakugou. You slowly nodded before sighing, "Yeah.. Yeah, I'm okay. But, I just– I just wanna thank you both for what you did back there.. Helping me and stuff.. Just– Thank you. I really appreciated it."

"Don't be getting all sappy on me now, [Name]." Kaminari teased before ruffling your hair and grinning softly at you. "Plus, it was the least we could do for our favorite customer. Don't tell Amari I said that, she always tips me an extra five bucks whenever she comes here."

You laughed for a moment before smiling softly at both of them, "Noted." You let out another content sigh, feeling lighter than you did during the scenes of drama.

"Tch. Whatever, they deserved it. Wasn't like I was doin' it for you anyway, I got a lotta pent up rage dealing with those damn complaintent customers." Bakugou scoffed before turning his head away to look off to the side. "N' don't worry bout the Café cause I know damn well you will. Our manager will deal with the shit that comes with our mishap."

You couldn't help your smile as it widened at Bakugou's choice of words. After becoming a regular and always speaking with the two, you've come to learn what Bakugou truly means with his words. And this one meant, you're welcome and it's okay.

You stood up slowly before turning towards Kaminari and standing in front of him, just keeping eye contact before wrapping him up in a tight hug.

He grunted quietly in shock before grinning and instantly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. "God, I thought I'd never be able to do this." He whispered.

After a couple moments of content, you slowly pulled away and grinned at Bakugou, who was scowling harder than he was earlier.

You laughed before leaping forward and wrapping your arms around Bakugou's neck in a warm, happy hug. Bakugou grunted as well, a little louder than Kaminari before scoffing and hugging you back tighter with his arms around your waist.

"You're welcome nerd." He whispered in your ear as he leaned his head towards the crook in your neck.

Kaminari stood there with his hands on his hips, giving Bakugou an I-know-you-feel-it-too look before straightening up and clearing his throat as Bakugou glared at him.

You and Bakugou had a little bit of a longer moment as you both hugged in silence before you pulled away. He took the chance to ruffle your hair before shoving his hands in his pocket and leaning back against the wall.

"So.. whose up for a festival night?" You ask with a soft grin.

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

An Americano, Please? Part 3

Word count: 1.3K A/N: Just an FYI, I don't usually upload twice a day, I just felt particularly inspired today. As always, italics in quotation marks signify the speaking is using romanian dialect.

Y/N's POV:

I gotta admit. It hurt when Jenna didn't send me a text immediately. It's been two days, and still nothing.

Maybe it was a meaningless banter. Oh well. I guess I just really thought something could come out of it.

"What are you sulking about?" Nessa asks me one day after our shift. 

"I'm not sulking, I'm just a little sad because I didn't get a text from someone," I explain, "It's not like she owed me a text or anything, but I don't have to be ecstatic over the fact that she hasn't done so."

"Oh my god, you're into the American one," Nessa exclaims, "I knew it! I mean, she's gorgeous. Like if I were into girls I would definitely be into her." I take a sip of my cortado (half espresso, half milk) as I listen.

"Well in any case, she's probably not interested."

"Stop sulking, Y/N," Nessa scolds me, "Let's do something fun. Gotta get your mind off of this girl."

Since our shift just ended, and we have a whole afternoon ahead of us, Nessa and I take her car to Predeal, the closest thing to a modern city we have around here.

It's about seven miles, so about twenty minute drive. The town's mostly filled with ski resorts, but there's a few fun places to shop.

A great deal of the afternoon is spent sitting outside a store judging the tourists. 

"Oh my god she's probably saying something stupid like, 'I know it's winter but my husband will love this hawaiian T-shirt I bought in Romania,'" Nessa mimics the normal thought process of the typical tourist.

"This guy's even worse though,"  I stifle a laugh, mocking his actions.

After a thorough mockery of all of the Predeal tourists, we head back to our town, content with our afternoon.

I still haven't stopped thinking about Jenna, though. I wish I could have gotten to know her better. It's so nice to finally have someone I can talk to in English.

All I can do is hope that she comes back to the shop. Even then though, she probably won't want much to do with me.

Nessa drops me off at my apartment, waving goodbye. Almost instantly, I shed my winter coat, relieved by the warmth of the building.

The first thing I do is turn on the TV and open Netflix. A new baking show just dropped, and I'm not the type to turn down new entertainment.

The show turns out to be a combination of baking and engineering. It seems cool, but it's hard to tell from the first episode.

My phone lights up with a bright reminder Remember to feed Cupid!

Sighing, I get up from the couch and grab my fish flakes.

Cupid is my purple betta fish. She's about a year old and as of yet hasn't had too many health issues, which is super lucky for both of us. She's at the point where she recognizes my face. So when I go up to the tank, fish feed in hand, she eagerly swims up to the glass.

"Hey Cupid," I laugh, sprinkling some food into the tank.

After feeding her, I head back to the couch, where I continue watching my cooking show. Before I know it, I'm five episodes in and the sun is starting to set. I look out of the window, trying to gauge the temperature and weather condition.

It's a fairly clear twilight right now. There's a good chance I'll get to see stars tonight. Actually, I've decided I will see stars tonight.

I don my winter coat and make my way down the apartment complex stairs. One of the perks of not living in a huge city is that I can see the night sky beautifully.

One of my favorite places in town is on the outer edges of it. At this point, all of the buildings are housing, be it apartments or actual houses. The long stretches of pavement are perfect for strolling down while admiring the night. 

Not a lot of people choose to come out here late at night, which is honestly their loss. I wouldn't necessarily say I'm super into nature and the great outdoors, but when I am outside, I can find an appreciation for my surroundings.

So that's how I found myself strolling the streets of Bușteni Romania, not looking at the cement in front of me.

BAM! I find myself crashing into another person, almost knocking both of us over.

"Fuck, I am so sorry," I find myself defaulting to english, "I- I mean, I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

"Y/N?" A familiar voice asks.

"Jenna?" It may be dark, but I can just barely see the details of her face. God I hope she's not mad.

"Yep, it's me," I hear her faintly laugh.

"Are you okay? I almost knocked you over."

"I'm okay, just a little rattled."

"Sorry for that again," I apologize, "I should have been watching where I was going." 

"You could make it up to me by walking me to my apartment?" she offers.

"I'd like nothing more," I laugh, linking my arm with hers and we start to walk.

"So, Y/N, tell me about yourself," she starts the conversation.

"Well, my name's Y/N L/N, I work at a coffee shop. I speak English and Romanian, which is useful for when people like you come to the shop."

"I know that stuff," she interrupts me, "what do you like to do outside of work?"

"You know, the normal things, be around the people I care about, watch shows, I read sometimes, listen to music, that kind of stuff. What about you?"

"Well for starters, I'm Jenna Ortega, I also love to read and listen to music," she tells me, "I also like to write though, I have like, twenty scripts and stories sitting in my FinalDraft™ folder."

"Damn, you must really like writing," I respond, "that's pretty awesome."

"I guess so," she shrugs.

"Have you ever considered publishing your work?" I ask.

"Yeah, I actually published a book called It's All Love," she answers proudly.

"That's like, the coolest thing anyone's said to me all day," I tell her.

"I guess I'm just a cool person," she jokes, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, only an arrogant person would say that."

"No, you have reason to say, it. You're a published author, the lead in a TV show, and fun to talk to. Don't discredit your own awesome-ness." 

She laughs, "thanks for saying that."

"Sure thing." 

"So, does your offer to take me around town sometime still stand?" she changes the subject.

"I'm a woman of my word, Jenna, if you still want a tour, you have my number," I remind her, trying to sound kind and cool at the same time. Which is kind of challenging.

"Oh my god, I forgot to text you, didn't I," she gasps, "I'm so so sorry, Y/N. I've just had so much going on." She starts to talk herself into a panic, "I have work for like, eight hours a day, plus cello lessons, plus german and fencing, it's just so much." If I had known how busy she was I never would have felt so hurt. That must be so overwhelming.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm not mad about it." Which is true. 

"That's such a relief," she exhales, "again, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, Jenna, it's okay. How about the next time you have a day off, we get in touch and I take you around town."

"Well, conveniently enough, my next day off is tomorrow, so how about I see you then?" she offers.

"I wouldn't be opposed to that," I smile, doing my best to hide how excited I am for this.

"Well this is my place," she announces, "thank you for walking me home." 

"Anytime," I reply, sad to know the night is ending. She heads through the door to her apartment, leaving me to walk the short five minutes to my apartment alone.

As soon as I get home, I dash to my bedroom, putting on pyjamas and getting ready for bed. I'm tired from the day. At at the same time, I'm so happy I got to see Jenna. I'm so excited that she wants to see me again, maybe tomorrow! I can't wait to get to know her better.

My phone lights up with a text from a new number

                       +1 ***-***-****

Does 11 AM tomorrow work for you?

-Jenna

I smile, quickly texting back 

                               Sure thing, see ya then :)

I can hardly wait.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

packing up to go

pairing: steve harrington x fem byers!reader

summary: the moving boxes are being filled and tears are being shed.

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October 7, 1985

She kept saying, “Fresh starts will be good for everyone” “This is good for us.” Any variation that came to mind, Joyce Byers said it aloud to make everyone feel better. It never worked though, all four of you, plus your friends hated the idea of your family moving to the other side of the country.

California was thousands of miles away from everything you grew up loving and hating. Everyone was now a phone call, letter, or five-hour plane ride away. It sucked. So you sulked and held back tears as you packed the last of your room into cardboard boxes.

“I’ll miss you, Mr. Teddy. Nice and soft.” Steve’s voice bounced off your bare walls while hugging a stuffed animal from your childhood.

You sighed dramatically, “Guess that means you’ll mourn his loss more than mine. I get it, bears before girls.” Tapping off your box of clothes.

“Well, me and Mr. Teddy have a history. You wouldn’t understand.” Lovingly petting the plushies head.

You scoffed, “What history? You’ve ‘met’ him two years ago. My grandma gave me him for Hanukkah. When I was four.”

You walked over to Steve, who stared into the doll's cold black eyes, and you felt a pang of jealousy towards the doll. You can leave the bear with Steve and he’ll get to hug it to sleep every night, it’s cotton-filled ears won’t short-circuit whenever Steve says I love you. A stuffed bear will be able to stay with Steve when you can’t and it makes you sad.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Steve set Mr. Teddy atop your box so his hands could reach out to cup your cheeks. You didn’t realize you had tears falling until Steve was getting blurry and he was knuckling away the waterdrops.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to be separated from you.” A blubbering mess as you wrapped your arms tight around Steve's middle, trying to burrow into his yellow sweater.

“It's gonna be okay, baby. We’ll still talk on the phone and I’ll start sending letters and pictures so you aren’t missing out. And I’m gonna save money so I can visit you during the holidays.” 

You sniffled your tears as Steve pressed a deep lingering kiss to your hairline. “I love you too much to lose you. 

So you're stuck with me one way or another.” And he squeezed you tighter.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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[glitterguts13]

Omega Kinich suffering infertility and Ajaw is trying to comfort him but being around Saurian Eggs made it worse, Mulani and Kachina are both easing his pain and his body is starting to change, such as experiencing false pregnancy which hurts him more as various Saurians have him around their young to tend while out hunting.

I am in the mood for angst, so let's make this one hurt, yes?

"Are you just going to laze about?" the voice is high and shrill in his ear, "Sulking because you didn't get what you wanted?" gritting his teeth, Kinich brings his knees closer to his chest, face buried against the palms of his hands.

It hurt.

The emptiness in the pit of his stomach burned, hollow and void. Heat crept under his skin, eyes aching from all the tears he'd shed the last few nights. It felt as if he had weights wrapped around his neck and arms, muscles refusing to obey when he begged them to loosen

His body is twisted around a clutch of Saurian eggs, warming them against his skin and clinging to them for dear life. It hurt to be so close to the little unborn lives, but it hurt far worse to pry himself away.

"Ajaw, please," Mulani's brow knits in concern as she bats the 'almighty' dragon lord aside, "Kinich is in pain, have some sympathy."

The small creature 'hmps' and pops out of view.

"Here, drink this." a glass of warm, deep maroon liquid is brought to his lips, and Kinich obeys, opening his mouth and swallowing the sickly sweet nectar.

"This should help ease the various aches and pains. Kachina brought some sleep aids too if you feel like you need them."

The liquid sits heavy on his tongue, his stomach churning violently.

"It isn't....fair," tears threaten to spill over once more, and the words hurt as they fall from his lips, "Why...is my body broken?"

A small hand pets his hair,

"You aren't broken Kinich." Kachina soothes, forcing a wide smile. The site of the young girl only stirs that painful longing in his chest once more.

Would his children have been as joyful and bright as her?

Could he have raised such a strong child?

"An Omega...has one true duty...and my body can't fulfill it."

"Stop that," Mualani chides softly, "Your worth is not defined by your ability to bear children. So many people depend on you, so many people love you."

A broken sob finally spills over.

Kinich hates this feeling.

Like he was a child once more, running to his mother for comfort, unable to handle the scary truths about life.

"It hurts-"

"I know," Mualani whispers.

Groaning, Kinich finally unfurls from around the eggs, one hand pressing into the tensing muscles of his abdomen.

"Why-it won't stop-"

"Shhh," Kachina shares a worried look with the hydro user, "Should I go fetch a healer?"

"No...there isn't much they can do for him," the pity in her tone sends a chill down Kinichi's spine, "His body is just...angry."

That was putting it lightly.

Trying to expel a baby he would never carry.

Cruel, nature was just cruel.

[asahicore]

iced matcha latte - sjh

part 2 of the coffee mini-series // prompt 70 of the 100 kisses list, an accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment passes before you crash your lips back against each other’s

pairing. coworker!junghwan x fem!reader synopsis. Neither you nor Junghwan have said anything since he confessed to liking you at the end of January. You like the way things are slowly progressing, and anyways, you both know that the other likes you - or at least, that's what you think. Even though he's staying quiet about it, Junghwan might not be as reassured in your feelings for him as you think. genre. spring au, coffee shop au, just lots of fluff, they go on a date and are in love basically, also noona!reader word count. 4.5k a/n. hello lovelies sorry i took a thousand years to upload this second part but hope you guys like it <33 @zreamy cried beta reading so hopefully that means it's good 😣 as always lmk ur thoughts!! will try not to take three months to write the next parts next time lol

spring.

Flowers in bloom. A slight rise in temperatures. That weird in-between season where winter fruit isn’t good anymore but summer fruit isn’t quite ripe yet. Going to school or work when the sun’s already up, and heading back home before it’s gone down. The first rays of bright, warm sun making everyone shed their winter coats and wear lighter jackets instead. Turning down the heating a few notches. Maybe even having a picnic outside.

Where you lived, these were all signs that spring had arrived. They were all punctuated by a general sense of relief that the harsh coldness of winter was over and of anticipation for the even warmer days of summer. But for you and everyone else that worked at the café, as well as your regulars, spring made itself known through yet another sign.

“Six separate people have ordered iced matcha lattes. Six. We opened two hours ago.”

This was how your manager had greeted you as you came in for your shift, a look of worn-out exasperation on his face that you chuckled at. Yeonjun had turned his dislike of iced drinks not only into a personality trait of his but into a feature of the café as well - from early October to late March, no iced drink may be sold in his shop. Every spring, he acted like pouring hot drinks over ice cubes was costing him his life, even though those drinks made up most of the profit of the café during the spring and summer months. People particularly loved your iced matcha lattes. 

“It’s a nice drink, Yeonjun. Refreshing,” you shrug, heading to the back to drop your stuff there and put your apron on. 

Yeonjun’s still sulking when you come back out. “Milk shouldn’t be consumed with ice,” he almost hisses. You’re thankful for the customer that comes in then and unknowingly puts a stop to this conversation that you’ve had a thousand times before.

You give them an apologetic smile when Yeonjun lets out an audible groan upon hearing their order - an iced matcha latte.

What can he do? It’s spring, after all.

“Y/N, it’s been two months since the guy told you he likes you. How much longer are you gonna make him wait?”

If your manager complains about iced drinks every chance he gets, this is how Jayoon decides to fill the silence as soon as there are no customers during the shifts you share. 

“Have you been counting the days, or something?” you say, trying to get her off the subject. You have to fight back a smile, though - the simple mention of Junghwan makes your heart skip a beat. 

She’s right, though. It has been two months since Junghwan’s quick confession as he got on the bus, and neither of you have really mentioned it since. But the air between the two of you has changed - if before, you forced yourself to think of him as a friend because you didn’t think he saw you as anything other than that, now, you let all the eye contact and every discreet touch linger and let yourself bask in them. 

With the way you react to every little thing he does, you don’t think there’s any way Junghwan doesn’t know you like him back. You’re not even doing it on purpose, you just can’t help but laugh at all of his jokes, funny or not, ruffle his hair (which is very, very soft) when he does something cute (which is often), or keep casting glances his way when you work a shift together.

You like that he’s not pressuring you to give him an answer. Of course, you want to date him, and you have no intention of leading him on, but you just want to cherish those heart-fluttering, innocent moments before things get more serious. You like how it all feels new, how his good morning and good night texts still surprise you twice a day and how your heart still skips a beat when he beams at you. Although, you have a feeling that even if you do get used to it, you won’t get bored of it.

Jayoon rolls her eyes impatiently at you. “Whether I have or not is not the issue here,” she says in a way that makes you think she has. “I have to admit I just don’t really get it. You know he likes you.  You like him. He probably knows you like him. Why don’t you guys just date already?”

The volume of her voice increases as she speaks, garnering amused looks from customers in the café, and her frustration at someone else’s love life gets a chuckle out of you too. “You know that two of our regulars have straight up asked me if you guys were together? That means that plenty other people have thought the same, just didn’t ask.”

This fact makes your cheeks heat up. Were you and Junghwan really being that obvious? You couldn’t tell Jayoon that you’d also been asked about Junghwan by regulars that had noticed your recent chumminess - she’d only use it as another argument against you.

“I like the way things are right now, Yoon. It’s nice. We text everyday and hang out or study together when we’re not on the same shift. We’re just… progressing from colleagues to friends, if you will. That takes time,” you explain with a sigh. A customer comes in, and because they’re paying more attention to their phone than to you, Jayoon continues grilling you as you prepare their oat latte.

“But you like each other!” she whisper-yells. “Why can’t you progress from colleagues directly into boyfriend and girlfriend? You already act like it anyway. The guy walks you home, texts you cute shit, and I saw those heart-shaped cookies you gave him for his birthday. How come I never got heart-shaped cookies? Or any shape cookies, for that matter?”

You ignore your friend for a short moment as the customer pays for their drink. When they’ve walked away, you turn to her with another sigh and feign a concerned expression. “Is that what this is about, Yoon? Do you want me to make you cookies?”

“Of course I do, but I’m not letting you change the subject.”

“I swear this is at least the fifth time we’ve had this conversation. I’m telling you, it’ll happen naturally. I don’t want to force anything.” 

“But aren’t you scared your spark will fizzle out?” she asks with a pout.

You think for a second. Every time you see Junghwan, your feelings for him grow. He manages to make you feel all giddy inside but wipe all your worries away at once. So, no, you don’t think your spark will fizzle out - you think it will grow slowly but steadily until it becomes warm and welcoming like a fireplace fire, the kind you want to bundle up in front of and feel the flames of on your face during cold winter nights.  

As the pleasant thought crosses your mind, Junghwan enters the café, big brown eyes finding you immediately and lips coming up in that boyish grin of his you love so much. You return his smile, then look back at Jayoon. “No, I’m not,” you reply, smiling at her too. She shrugs, and you hope this was the last time she branched the topic. 

You turn back to Junghwan as he crosses his arms over the counter, bending down on his forearms so that he’s the one looking up at you. The two of you probably look like idiots, smiling at each other like you’ve just shared amazing news, when all you’re happy about is simply seeing the other. “Your usual?” you ask, and he nods.

You get to work on his latte - two shots of espresso and one pump of vanilla syrup - then ask him what he’s doing here, since he’s not working today. 

“I didn’t want to go to the library to study. I’m so tired, I’m probably just going to stare at my computer screen for a couple hours then call it a day. Being around people who are hell-bent on getting their essays done will just stress me out,” he explains with a sigh.

You chuckle. “Yeah, I get that. Students working to make a deadline are some of the scariest people I’ve ever seen. You don’t need that kind of bad energy.”

As you start on your latte art (he likes it when you make a bear, so you’ve perfected your bear-shaped milk foam drawing over the past weeks), another smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Plus, I wanted to see you.”

Junghwan always says things like this, and yet, it manages to make your brain stop working every single time. Your hand freezes and the hot milk continues pouring into the cup, effectively ruining the bear’s face. 

Jayoon’s loud groan snaps you out of your daze. She then says something about not needing your kind of bad energy and heads to the back storage. You laugh at your friend’s dramatic antics, but when you lock eyes with Junghwan, you grow shy again, finding sudden interest in the marble countertop. You vaguely notice Junghwan’s smile only getting bigger at your reaction. 

“You look really pretty today, noona,” he says, voice dropping in volume so that only you can hear him. You purse your lips together, making it obvious that you’re trying to suppress a smile, but you can’t help letting out a small giggle at the compliment anyway.

“Go study,” you say, handing him his drink then shooing him off with a smile and a tilt of your head. Three teenage girls have come in, and you don’t want Junghwan’s presence messing with your concentration. They look like the type who won’t say anything even if you completely mess up their order, but you’d still rather get it right. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Junghwan replies, standing up straight and picking up his drink. Your eyes follow his movements, and you’d be lying if you said his height and the inches he has over you didn’t make your heart flutter. 

It’s a slow afternoon, and Jayoon takes over for you once you’re done with the girls’ drinks (two vanilla fraps and one iced matcha latte - Yeonjun would throw a fit if he was there), so that you can go sit with Junghwan until the usual five p.m. rush. He complains that you’re distracting him, but even when you stop talking and busy yourself with your phone, he’s the one who breaks the silence or tries to get your attention again. You feign exasperation but he’s too adorable for you to pretend for long - all it takes is a smile from him and you simply melt.

“Noona?” he calls out suddenly after ten minutes of studying. You look up and hum, waiting for him to go on. His smile makes its way back to his lips before he speaks again, and you mirror it almost unconsciously. “Do you wanna do something together when your shift is over?”

Your grin widens, and you rest your forearms on the table, leaning in closer to him in a conspiratory-like manner. “What do you have in mind?” you whisper.

He imitates your position, and even though the sudden proximity takes you aback, you try not to let it show on your face. The way his smile turns into a slight smirk when he notices your eyes quickly darting to his lips doesn’t help you in the slightest. “Get take-out somewhere and eat at a park? The weather’s nice enough.”

Your face lights up even more at the idea. “Sound good?” Junghwan asks, seemingly relieved at your excitement.

“Sounds perfect,” you reply with a giggle, leaning in close enough to bump your forehead against his before sitting back in your seat. The small action takes the both of you by surprise, but if Junghwan’s growing blush is anything to go by, it’s a good kind of surprise. 

Then, Jayoon calls you for help, so you send Junghwan an apologetic smile, to which he responds with an understanding nod of his head. For the better part of an hour, the constant stream of customers keeps you occupied, but the last quiet minutes until the end of your shift seem to drag on and on. As soon as the clock strikes six p.m., you hurry to the backroom and take off your apron, looking at yourself in the mirror to fix your hair before coming back out. 

Usually, you’d stay an extra hour to keep Jayoon company and help her close the store. For once, you’re glad that your friend is such a fervent supporter of your and Junghwan’s relationship, so she lets you go easily - actually, she’d been telling you to just go for the past ten minutes.

Junghwan is already waiting for you outside when you leave the café. The sunlight of the late afternoon turns his dark eyes a golden color and reflects against his hair. You make sure to commit the sight of him like this, beaming as he holds out his hand for you to take, to memory. You gladly take his hand, heart swelling at the feeling of your fingers interlacing for the first time, and yet so naturally. He leads the way and tells you about the different spots you can pick up food at. You decide on a fried chicken place nearby that’s only a two-minute walk away from a nice park. Both of your stomachs are growling, so something you can eat quickly is the best. 

Ever the gentleman, Junghwan insists on paying for your food. Once at the park, you find one of the last unoccupied patches of sunny grass and set camp there. Junghwan lays a blanket down, and with a small blush, admits to having thought of this before getting to the café. “I was just hoping you’d say yes.”

You tease him for about a minute, until his bright red face and the hunger in your stomach make you relent. You both dig in, letting out satisfied hums at the crunchiness of the chicken. He seems to go for all the pieces with bones, and although you like those too, the sight of him happily eating them is enough for you to gladly accept all the boneless ones. 

Usually, people are quiet when they eat, and start talking afterwards; but for some reason, you and Junghwan are the opposite. You talk so much as you eat that it takes you over an hour to finish your food, and by the time you’re done, the sun has started making its slow descent in the sky. 

These are your favorite moments with him - laughing as you share silly childhood stories and tell each other about the many stupid things your friends have done, or getting to know the other better as you listen to what’s been weighing on their mind lately. You just love hearing his voice and talking to him, no matter the topic. You also like pretending to be mad at him when he steals some of your fries, even though he has a lot of his left - if you pout hard enough, he’ll feed you to make up for his theft. 

Either a food coma hits the both of you at the same time, or you’ve both decided to admire the sunset peacefully, but a comfortable silence falls over you. 

His legs had been stretched out in front of him, upper body resting on his palms, but after some time, he decides to lie down completely, hands coming up behind his head in a makeshift pillow. You stay in your cross-legged position and try not to pay him too much attention, but the thought of snuggling up to him and using his body warmth to protect yourself from the growing cold is pervasive in your head. For a minute, you’re so caught up in the idea of being close to him, of being able to touch his hair and bury your head in the crook of his neck, that when he touches your hand, you jump back in surprise. This makes him laugh, but you feel too much like you’ve been caught red-handed to smile too - you barely even register as he intertwines your hands together and brings them to his chest, right atop his heart.

“What were you thinking about?” he asks. As if intent on betraying your thoughts, your eyes swipe over his upper body before you can stop them. You look away, hoping he doesn’t notice the flustered look on your face, the slight crease of your eyebrows.

“Nothing,” you huff in reply.

“Are you sure?” he insists, giving your hand a slight tug, and another one when you don’t react. “Wanna know what I’m thinking about then?”

When you look back at him, a playful smile is dancing on his lips. “What?” you ask, trying to keep a disinterested tone, even though you’re hoping he’ll have the same thing on his mind as you.

His smile widens. “Come here,” he whispers, releasing your hand to reach out to you. A sort of relief washes over your body as you let yourself lie down against him, head resting on his bicep and hand circling his middle. He’s kept one of his hands under his head to hold it up, but the other one rests on your shoulder, fingers sometimes trailing up and down your arm. You hope that he assumes the shivers that rake through your body aren’t due to his actions but to the chilliness in the early evening air.

Indeed, after some time, he sits up for a second to get his jacket out of his bag. “You must be cold,” he says with what sounds like genuine worry in his voice as he places the denim over your body like a blanket before returning to his lying position. He brings you closer to him, and your head shifts from resting on his arm to his shoulder. You just need to turn your head to brush your nose against his neck and breathe in the warm scent of his skin. Instead, you lift your head slightly to admire his face in the orange glow of the last minutes of sunset.

His eyes are closed and he has a peaceful smile on his lips. You’re suddenly overcome with affection for him - all you can think is that you want to keep seeing his smile, and you want to keep being the reason behind it, for as long as possible. You’re also grateful for all the moments spent together, for all the times he’s made you laugh or done something in the hopes it’ll make you happy, for his patience and his understanding. 

You’re not thinking much, more letting your body do what it’s been longing to do when you bend down to press your lips against his cheek.

“You know-”

Whatever he was about to say is stopped by your lips against his, and you both lean back immediately with wide eyes. You’re not crazy, right? You had been aiming for his cheek, but the gods of bad (or perfect) timing had decided he should turn his head to look at you and speak just at that moment.

After the initial shock has subsided, you both burst into giggles. Even though embarrassment makes heat rise to your cheeks, you’re glad that Junghwan doesn’t seem to mind the incident, just lightly pinches your shoulder and continues laughing. You bury your head in his shoulder to hide your face from him.

“Well, that wasn’t how I was expecting our first kiss to go, but I’ll take it, too.”

The playfulness in his tone tugs at something in you, and your insides twist at the thought of him thinking of kissing you, much like you had over the past couple of months. You force your shyness away and look back up at him, a similar smile to his playing on your lips.

“Oh yeah? How did you think it would go?”

His eyebrows raise at your uncharacteristic forwardness, but you can tell that he likes it. His eyes drift down to your lips and stay there as he speaks, and his voice is so low, you almost don’t hear it. It makes you feel like it’s really just you and Junghwan in the whole park. “Should I just show you?”

“I think you should,” you reply, voice just as low as his.

So he does. He lifts his head to find your lips with his, on purpose, this time. The kiss is slow and tentative as you focus on finding your rhythm together, but it’s perfect. It makes you feel all fuzzy at the edges, makes you feel like your fingers are filled with electricity. As your lips move against each other, settling into a nice, comfortable pace, you can’t help but smile. Now more than ever, you’re glad the two of you hadn’t rushed into anything, because every single moment that has led up to this has been worth it and makes this moment even better. Your noses bump into each other, and you’re not sure where to place your hands, and you’re both so nervous you sometimes have to stop to let some giggles out, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Everything is just right. The last warm sun rays and the slight breeze picking up, the soft blanket underneath you, the chatter in the park, the boy who has stopped kissing you only to leave quick pecks all over your cheeks, nose and forehead as he hugs you close to him. He finds your lips once more, pecks them once, then a second time before kissing you properly again. You’re not in his head, but it’s like he’d tried to control himself when you started kissing, but now the nerves and excitement and giddiness have caught up to him and he can’t help but shower you with affection. You remember your hands and bring them up under his head so that you can rake your fingers through the soft locks of his hair. That seems to calm him down instantly - he hums against your lips and you fall back into your previous, slower rhythm. You can’t help but laugh at this, pulling away slightly to look at him. His eyes are filled with adoration, and his expression is nothing but bliss.

You peck his lips one last time before laying back down next to him to take a breather. He whines at the loss of your warmth and presses a kiss to your forehead, then to the top of your head, nuzzling his face against your hair. After a few quiet moments, you remember he’d try to say something before your happy accident, so you ask him about it.

“Oh, that…” he starts, but says nothing more. You look back up at him, even more curious now.

“That?” you echo. His eyes dart all over your face as if trying to commit every millimeter of it to memory and a smile grows on his face.

“Yeah… I was gonna ask if you, um, if you remembered what I said that day at the bus stop.”

How could you have forgotten? “You mean, as you got into the bus and gave me zero time to say anything in return?”

His cheeks flush slightly but he keeps on grinning. “Yeah, that. I didn’t wanna say anything, but you also haven’t mentioned it, so I was getting a bit worried…”

Even though he’s smiling, his words alarm you. Had Jayoon been right? Maybe, all along, you were sure you were being clear, but Junghwan had no idea what you were thinking. 

“I’m sorry, Hwan. I was sure I was making it obvious.”

“Making what obvious?”

How did he not know? “That I like you, too.”

His eyes light up at your words. He shoots up, almost knocking his head against yours in the process, but is too excited to notice it. You sit up too, his jacket falling off of your shoulders as you do. He looks at you like a kid whose parents just told him they were going to Disneyland. “You do?!”

You giggle, pushing away some hair that had fallen in his eyes. “Of course I do.”

He pulls into a hug so tight, you can barely breathe. This boy really needs to learn to assess his own strength. “This is the best day of my life,” he says, making you laugh again. You wrap your arms around his middle, bunching up some of the fabric of his t-shirt in your hands. 

“Did you really not know?” you ask.

“Well, I thought you might. Or at least, I really hoped so. But I wasn’t a hundred percent sure…”

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, but he stops you quickly.

“Don’t be.”

“But I am.” You pull back to look at him but keep your hands where they are. “I just… I really liked the way things were going.” You’d never been in a serious relationship before, never found someone that you really wanted to take that step further with. But now that you had that someone, you realized you had no idea how to take things from here.

His smile softens. “Nothing has to change. I like the way things are going, too.” He takes a breath here, as if trying to steady himself before saying what he wants to say next. “I just want to be able to call you my girlfriend at the same time.”

It takes you a second to process his words, but when you do, you smile so hard, your cheeks start to hurt. Was it that easy this entire time? Just say, hey, let’s be boyfriend and girlfriend now, and everything could go on as it had been before?

“Your girlfriend?” you echo, half to make sure and half to tease him.

He nods fervently. “Mh-hm.”

You press a chaste peck to his lips. When you pull back, he’s kept his eyes closed, as if savoring the moment. “I’d love that, Hwan.”

He opens his eyes as his smile gets impossibly wider, and engulfs you in a tight hug once more. He holds your face in his hands as he kisses your cheek, then the top of your head. You think you hear him mumble “my girl” against your hair, but the sound of your giggles is louder than his muffled voice.

The two of you stay at the park until almost everyone has left, chased away by the cold, chatting and holding onto each other for warmth. As always, Junghwan walks you home, but this time, he doesn’t let you walk through your door before getting one last kiss or two. You only break away when the upstairs neighbor has to awkwardly clear his throat to be let through. 

Junghwan texts you not even a minute after you’ve exchanged goodbyes to thank you for the amazing afternoon. You reply immediately, and the two of you text the night away, until your phone screen starts to hurt your eyes in the darkness of your room and you really need to start sleeping. 

Tomorrow, you’re doing the closing shift together - you already know that it’ll feel like an eternity, waiting most of the day until you see him again. But you know you will, and that’s all that matters. So you fall asleep with your phone on your heart and a smile on your face.

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[glassofapplejuicee]

ok ok so the idea of a camp au has been floating around in my head forever and at this point i just need to put pen to paper! now i’ve never been to camp so keep that in mind. and god only knows if this will become an actual fleshed out fic or a WIP that will collect dust in my drive forever-

anyways, it's called Camp Spruce Trails (get it, Spruce Trails, ST?) and I'm imagining this au is still set in the mid 80s, but none of the upside down stuff happens ya know? or maybe upside down stuff happens while they're at camp? but i'm kind of leaning towards letting these guys have a normal childhood-

the camp itself is your classic 6 week sleepaway camp, there’s canoeing, arts and crafts, knot tying, competitions, campfires, etc. going to camp is a borderline religious tradition for The Party and they will do everything in their power to make sure they attend. one of their favorite parts of camp, is the staff:

Argyle Franco: 17, Kitchen, he isn’t huge with the kids but Jonathan convinced him to apply for the job, fridays are always pizza nights, he keeps to himself usually but cheers on his favorite campers during their games

Robin Buckley: 18, Blue Cabin Counselor, frazzled 24/7 but trying her best, wears the handmade jewelry from her campers like it’s made of gold, knows all the camp songs by heart, cries when camp ends, no longer allowed in the kitchen after the incident of ‘84

Nancy Wheeler: 18, Yellow Cabin Counselor, by the books and her campers know that, but they still have fun, always excels in the art competitions (much to Billy’s dismay), she's the most strict counselor however she takes great pride in her ability to get all the campers in bed by lights out

Jonathan Byers: 18, Groundskeeper(?), no one really knows his exact job title, he just sort of shows up every summer and nobody says anything, he fixes leaky pipes, kitchen appliances, pulls weeds, whatever needs done, he helps out a lot in the art cabin though

Steve Harrington: 19, Green Cabin Counselor, mostly stable but the coffee rings stained into his clipboard are telling, tries to be the "cool counselor", and if you stay on his good side you’ll be fine, however he will not hesitate to drag your ass to the office and call your parents if you step out of line

Billy Hargrove: 19, Red Cabin Counselor, parents hate him, but his campers are loyal, they demolish every single athletic competition, stole Eddie’s whistle (now annoys everyone with it), also no longer allowed in the kitchen after the incident of '84

Eddie Munson: 20, Lifeguard, but he sort of pokes his head in wherever he pleases, was deemed unfit to be a camp counselor so they stuck him as lifeguard, plays guitar around the campfire at night, multiple writes up for smoking on the job

if i were to flesh this out more into a full au fic (or more realistically, a series of ficlets??) you can bet your bottom dollar that there will be a giant love hexagon thing that will be going on as a subplot to the camp activities. i'm not even a huge multi-shipper or anything but picture it: Nancy asks Robin to watch her campers for a minute so she can go flirt with Jonathan? yeah sure why not. Nancy gets back and finds Robin sulking cause she's jealous? i'm sure Nancy would be happy to cheer Robin up with a kiss! Eddie and Argyle bump into each other smoking behind the shed? oh whoops my finger slipped and now they're shot gunning a joint. Steve find's Billy and Eddie chilling at Skull Rock? well shit now all three of 'em are making out a la Challengers.

[vibingandsimping]

Hello hi- I humbly request male human x karlach, be it hcs or a story, I just want some hot buff teifling on the brain 👉👈

(This anon sent another request highlighting some details they forgot.)

But, yes, Karlach is such a sweet gal and deserves all the love in the world.

Karlach x M!Reader

Forewarnings: Angst/Comfort and some smut ahead…

The battle you faced that afternoon was gruesome. One companion needing reviving after being chopped in the gut… quite the sight. You weren’t much better off and sustained a good handful of wounds. The scratches healed with little effort but there would be some that needed stitches and rounds of magic. Halsin and Shadowheart, sadly, were spent after tending to who they could. You were left to your own device’s as you ran the needle through a gash on your thigh. Teeth clenching as you bite back a wail. The muscles in your body tensed and only increased the ache in them. You tried to ignore the way the moonlight reflected you onto the water. You needn’t a reminder to how grotesque you were surely becoming. It was already hard enough to recognize yourself in mirrors as you aged.

Karlach, who had been your lover for a couple fortnite’s now, noticed your disappearance. She searched for a little while until she found you a little ways from camp near a pond. You were bloodied and bruised- heart aching at the prospect she couldn’t help you in battle better. She barely got out there herself. She placed her warm hands on your shoulders and you instinctively stiffened. Only for a moment til recognition slipped in and you relaxed as the shaking of your hands steadied. You never realized the effect she had on you. Her lips planted on the top of your head with a hum and you finished the last few pierces of your needle before tying it off and snapping the thread.

The silence between you two was deafening as she watched the way your body sulked as you looked in your reflection through the body of water. You were shirtless and pant-less; save for your undergarments and anything that didn’t heavily restrict access to the flesh. “Soldier,” she spoke as you gave her a sulking look, “what’s on your mind?” You shrugged and attempted to brush it off. Telling her it’s nothing and you were just exhausted from the battle. She knew you well enough- she served in the war for too long to not know distinction between the physical and mental. She dug her thumbs into the blades of your shoulders a couple times before sitting beside you. You finally give in at her puppy-gaze. Tears nearly brimmed in your eyes as you detailed your insecurities in your flesh. The fear of being inferior and having to come to terms with scars and change. Her expression was soft-understanding.

“Have you never noticed my right arm?” She almost whispered as she lulled you from the depths of your thoughts. Cold thoughts- truthfully. You furrowed your brows before inspecting it more thoroughly as she shed the clothing that concealed it. It didn’t really cross your mind but it was almost all scar tissue… along with literal holes in the flesh to pump the heat and exhaustion from her mechanical chest. For a minute, you almost felt silly for being insecure in something that now felt minuscule. “We all have scars. Small or large. It just proves our journey in life and as a warrior. It makes you strong.” She boasted with a flex of her scarred arm before returning to her softer demeanor. You smiled at her and she drew you into a kiss. “Besides, I like them.”

After she said that her lips trailed to a scar on your bicep. Down to your chest… following each and everyone she could find as your breath hitched. Her lips were impossibly hot despite her engine being fixed and cooled off. The blaze of her passion and being so intense. Her hands settled on your thighs as she lingered on a particularly dark scar. Karlach drew back up and reconnected with your lips. Intense and hungry as she drew your hair into her fingers. You planted your hands on her hips and tugged her forward. The tiefling worked your body like a wonder and you could feel the front of your pants growing tighter. You’d almost feel shameful if it weren’t for the fact she seemed so thrilled by it. Her groin grinding against yours with a soft moan. You breathed in through your nose against her lips with the friction. One hand moving down her pants and towards her wanting sex. She lost herself in the teasing for only a moment before she grabbed your wrist and pulled it away. “Not yet,” she whispered, “I crave it so dearly, I do.” She got onto her knees and pressed her head against your thigh. “But for now… I want to show you how handsome I think you are. Inside and out.”

Her fingers made quick work of the material shielding your erection. If she hadn’t been so pent up for ten years perhaps she’d be more keen on proper foreplay. For her, she’s ready to jump just about anybody’s bones, especially yours. You drew a hiss in at the crisp air kissing the warm and sensitive flesh of your cock. The woman drew in a pleased breath at the sight as she leaned in and licked a strip up the base to tip. Once reaching the head, she took it all in with one fell swoop. Pressing against the back of her throat as you stared down in awe at the mess of horns and hair at your pelvis. Her throat was warm and almost painfully hot. God, everything about her was hot so who the hell were you to complain? You wrapped a hand around her remaining horn and started bobbing her on your length. Her tongue worked avidly along the underneath while she sucked what she could as you took the reigns. This was a pattern for several minutes with occasional rough moans leaving her throat. She was surely soaking as you could tell she was taking pleasure in it. Whether it was simply the act of the sex or you taking dominance- you weren’t sure. What you did know is that you wanted to plant her on the ground and fill her up so beautifully after. Hear her moans ring through the air clearly as you helped her reach heights she so deserved.

Yes, you’d do exactly that, you decided as everything began to reach a fever pitch. Your thighs shaking as your air caught in your throat. Hand gripping her horn tighter but the motion going slack as you focused on the building pleasure. The tiefling was acute to your condition and worked desperately to help you reach that high. Reach it you did. Head knocking back and a groan escaping your lips while you filled hers in exchange. She drank everything you gave her enthusiastically, tail swaying behind her in satisfaction. Once you spent your first load she lifted off you and wiped her lips of her drool and your mess. You never thought she looked more attractive than she did now. Lips swollen, pupils blown wide and so needy. You had much in store for her- so much you wanted to show and give her. Thanking her for her support and ensuring that she’d stay with you.

[kourabiedes]

Carmine and Kieran Roleswap AU: Teal Mask Edition

Sweet Arceus do I have a long AU for ya, because I am Very Normal about the Kitakami siblings and definitely don't go out of my way to find new ways to mess with their heads. Long AU summary under the cut! Beware all ye who enter here, for there are Ogres afoot.

There is now an Indigo Disk continuation to this!

So the most important thing to understand before we start is that Carmine and Kieran still retain aspects of their normal personalities.  A 1:1 swap would be kinda boring (specifically, boring for me). However, their life experiences have changed here and that does give us some new juicy tidbits to explore.

Sketches provided by @funakounasoul... except for the Ogerpon sketch. I made that.

Kieran is the older sibling in this scenario.  He's still shorter than his sister, but he's now older than the player character and probably has some devilish good looks.  He's generally goodnatured, and being the older sibling and having to look out for a younger sister has balanced his personality a little bit.  He's more mentally stable and mature than his standard self.  He still has a pretty huge fondness for the ogre in the old legend, admiring its independence and strength.  The major change to his personality here is that he's not as insanely shy, since he hasn't had a big scary savage sister to hide behind all his life.

Younger sister Carmine is shy of strangers and still wary of outsiders.  Her posture visually in the Teal Mask is probably kind of stooped, like she's trying to hide how crazy tall she is.  She has a bratty, slightly spoiled attitude in this scenario, because big brother Kieran is always hovering nearby to keep her out of trouble.  She appears to be the player character's age or maybe a touch younger.  Despite the initial shyness though, she's all aggression when she feels she or her family or really any of Kitakami as she sees it is threatened.  She still dismisses Kieran's ogre obsession, but chalks it up to boys liking scary things.  (You know, cuz girls never go for that kinda thing </massive sarcasm>)

The PC would meet them both for the first time in Mossui and Kieran is welcoming while Carmine glowers at you from somewhere behind him.  Kieran's all about helping your classmate get safely to the community center and probably runs off to help, or perhaps to get the caretaker.  Maybe you battle Carmine then because she's definitely not enjoying having these tourists in her fucking town.  Whatever the scenario, Kieran and the caretaker get the rest of the Random Paldean Students safely to the community center and you get settled in.

Now, for a while, things don't change much in this scenario, except for Kieran not being super emotionally unstable.  The next day, you're being introduced to the Blueberry kids properly and Kieran immediately suggests you and he pair up.  Carmine isn't thrilled but as he points out, it's not like they can pair up together based on Briar's directions to make interschool pairs.  She sulks off to find a Paldean student to deal with.  Your character and Kieran have a friendly battle and he admires your skills.  You go find the first two signboards and follow him up to the Dreaded Den more or less the same way as in Teal Mask.  Then he invites you to the Festival of Masks and you go back to the family home.  Carmine is not overly pleased to see you still hanging around, but she's unbending a little bit since you and Kieran obviously get on so well.  They only find the two masks in the shed, Kieran tries to offer you his ogre mask, Carmine stops him, you get to the festival and do some balloon popping and maybe even beat Carmine's score.

It's Ogerpon's appearance that changes the story dramatically.  At first, you are the only one that sees her, but then Kieran comes looking for you after pacifying Carmine.  Ogerpon spooks, drops her mask, and you both have a moment of shock as you realize this is not a child, this is the damn ogre.  Then Ogerpon bolts, leaving you with the Teal Mask.  Kieran is stunned  --  the ogre was so smol!  And seemed so nonaggressive!  And holy shit this mask is beautiful, except there's a chip in the big crystal!  He's excited as hell to have one of his childhood dreams materialize before him.  He wants to go after Ogerpon, but Carmine turns up at that moment.  She has deeply internalized the ancient Kitakami legend of the Loyal Three, and when Kieran excitedly tells her you just saw the ogre, she insists it can't have been, because you and he are both not fucking dead.  She and Kieran argue for a minute, long enough that once it's over, Kieran has to reluctantly admit you'll never catch up to the ogre in the dark.  He tells you to hold onto the mask and you two can go ask his grandpa about it in the morning.  You do, and it's Kieran who is with you when you hear the story of Ogerpon.  Carmine appears at one point and is shooed off by Kieran, but overhears the majority of the story herself.  Unlike Kieran, she can't believe it  --  the heroic Loyal Three, actually villains??  Impossible!  She realizes that if Kieran believes this story, he's likely to go chasing the ogre again, and probably get himself killed, a prospect that chills her to the bone.  She ambushes you both as you leave the family home and demands that Kieran (and just Kieran, she doesn't care what YOU do) not go chasing monsters, making no effort to pretend she didn't overhear the whole damn thing.  Kieran tries to correct her, but she insists you both go have a look at the final signboard, the one that reminds everyone that the ogre murders anyone it comes across without a mask on.  You go, but discuss with Kieran how the story doesn't make any sense compared to the ogre you both saw and the story Kieran's grandpa told you.  You go back mutually determined to get Ogerpon's mask back to her after gramps fixes it. 

You go off to the community center and Kieran goes home.  Something he says at home will alert Carmine to your resolve, and that kicks off the next event.  Carmine demands you meet her at Loyalty Plaza, where she makes an impassioned plea to her brother not to be fooled into getting himself murderated.  He tries to explain that she's still got the wrong impression and she blows up on him, refusing to listen to reason (he almost certainly points out that Gramps has no reason to lie to his own grandkids, for example).  Truth is, she's afraid, afraid for his life, and that's making her act irrationally.

And then a thought occurs to her, a thought that marks a huge turning point in this scenario.  It's you.  You are making her brother act this way.  You are the reason he's doing these insane things.  She accuses you directly of manipulating her family.  Kieran protests, but she's convinced.

Now, in canon, I am convinced that the venom in Kieran's thoughts is what somehow channeled Pecharunt's energy (or some variant thereof) into the Lousy Three's grave and brought them back to life.  In this scenario, imagine the same, only it's the poison of fear which is rapidly spreading through Carmine.  Her fear is being expressed as anger, but it's still fear, and it's consuming her rapidly.  Before either sibling can argue further, the grave splits open, and the Three emerge.  No one knows quite what is happening, so no one can really react effectively as they take off to Kitakami Hall.  It's only as they're already receding into the distance that Carmine realizes they must be the Three.

You and the siblings rush to the Hall to hear the news of the Three's arrival and retrieving of the other masks before going up the mountain.  Kieran starts to rush after them, but suddenly Carmine blocks the way.  She is going to save him from himself if it's the last thing she does.  You battle her and defeat her, and the idea that you are the cause of all this etches itself that much deeper.  She has no choice but to step aside, but you can feel her furious eyes on your back as you run to save Ogerpon.

Poor little ogre is getting the shit kicked out of her and you save her, driving off the Three.  She is nervous around Kieran because he smells like a local and therefore Dangerous, but while a little hurt, he is not crushed by this.  You take her back to the town (she refuses to enter of course) and consult with Kieran's grandpa.  He promises to fix the Teal Mask for Ogerpon if you and Kieran go get a crystal from the Crystal Pool to replace the chipped one, and suggests you and Kieran go pound the shit out of the Three to get Ogerpon's other masks back.  Carmine is sulking at home and overhears the conversation.  You and Kieran go to the Pool with Ogerpon shadowing you, but Carmine blocks your way at the top, angry at Kieran too now for bringing an outsider to this sacred place.  The standoff is broken by Briar also appearing at the summit, distracting Carmine.  Kieran slips past her and you stop her from following with a battle.  Ogerpon stays near you, and her presence only serves to enrage Carmine more.  Kieran retrieves a crystal cluster during the battle and you both bolt back down the mountain to give it to Gramps, leaving Carmine fuming.  He begins to work on the mask and you turn your attention to finding the Three.

You find the Three with Kieran's help and return the shit kicking they gave Ogerpon threefold, retrieving her masks.  Ogerpon becomes more comfortable around Kieran as you go.  You return to the town only to discover Carmine stole the Teal Mask after Gramps fixed it and left Kieran a message telling him to come to the Dreaded Den.  Gramps notes that she spoke with him about the story of Ogerpon before she left and seems to be disturbed by how the ogre has acted since the whole mess began  --  Kieran guesses her good sense is starting to win out over her fear.  You go back to the Den with Kieran and Ogerpon and find Carmine there.  Kieran confronts her, finally convincing her that the story of the Loyal Three was indeed wrong, and she's been wrong about Ogerpon the whole time (probably aided by Ogerpon with her sweet lil face staring like a sad puppy at her). 

Carmine finally accepts the truth of the matter, and apologizes to him and Ogerpon.

But there's one thing she hasn't let go of.  She hasn't forgiven you.  And Kieran doesn't realize that she's still hung up on that part because, while he's a lot more emotionally stable in this scenario, he's still pretty oblivious to subtle emotional cues from other people.  When Carmine walks away from the Den, it's with a venom-filled look in your direction.  Insert Heart's If Looks Could Kill here.

Inevitably, Ogerpon wants you as her human, because you're the damn hero.  This version of Kieran is disappointed, but not shattered by this.  He's spent a lot of time over the last couple days with you and the little cutie, and he's had time to get used to the idea.  It's Ogerpon's decision where she wants to go, and he lets go of the long cherished dream with regret, but nothing worse.  He does ask to have a battle with you and her in the morning, after which Briar calls to tell you to get your asses to the community center to finish the actual school trip thingy you'd probably forgotten all about.  Kieran also tells you that Carmine has holed up in her room and won't talk to anyone.

You know more or less how this ends, with Briar yoinking the Kitakami sibs back to Unova to prepare for some globetrotting and the antagonistic sibling swearing to get stronger so they can kick your ass.  In this case it's Carmine, and boy does she hate you right now.  In the end, Kieran came to no harm, and Ogerpon was not a monster, but it doesn't really matter, because rationality went out the window for her where you're concerned a while ago.  She's going to get stronger, and she's going to hand you your ass for humiliating her so often, and she's got a great idea for making that happen...

[blushedarmybunny]

Butterfly Effect: part 2 || Jeon Jungkook x fem Reader

♡ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x fem reader

♡ Word count: 10.5k

♡ Genre: Angst (m), different timelines travel, smut.

♡ summary:

There is Yn who thought that she had her shit together until there’s a dead body in her boyfriend’s basement.

Everything crumbled in a second, but wait…ummm Why she is back when she met Jungkook a year before this happened? Is time travel a real thing?

Oh so we are changing strategies now: let’s be a total b.i.t.c.h, that way Jungkook the serial killer would be as far as possible from yn, right?

Or maybe is this her chance to save the victim before Jungkook can commit that terrible crime?

Yn did not expect to drag herself into the infinite possible timelines that the fabric of the universe has, in between her adventure she might change more lives than her own.

♡ TW: homophobia, violence, mature contents.

♡ part 1 here

♡ a/n: i'm working on part 3, for now i hope you like this 💜

You were throwed back and forth, your consciousness fighting to recover. And as soon as you could make up what was happening, you realized that you were revisiting your memory.

Everything seemed, smelled, felt so real that you couldn’t doubt your senses.

Suddenly you were 8 years old again in that park. Jungkook shaking hand holding tight to yours.

The summer breeze blowing your hair, the squeals of the children just like the last time.

But now Yn is fully aware what is going on, she is here to mend that fatal mistake.

She turns around desperately looking for Jungkook’s mom hiding site, she spots her a few seconds later.

Then with her other hand she takes her mother’s hand and runs as fast as her feet allow her.

Taking both her mom and Jungkook’s by surprise. The woman doesn’t scape she is shedding a few tears but doesn’t panic when you arrive right Infront of her. You took Jungkook and with the little strength that you had you push him towards her. The woman holds to Jungkook immediately and he does the same.

She and your mom exchange a few words while you look at Jungkook, he still looks frightened but at the same time he seems thankful.

Before you go you wave goodbye at him and he does the same, then his mother picked him up and disappear at a fast pace.

Then

An incredibly hard force pulled you again.

You had no control. No say.

Your consciousness wondered feeling the most absolute energy flow.

You were sulking again in another new reality and the welcoming was quite intense.

You were laying on your back feeling all sorts of pleasuring sensations. Your body going back and forth. Your hips moving in motions.

From your mouth grasping moans that echoed the entire room.

A very muscular body on top of yours, affirming his power.

The force of his motion was ruthless, going so deep and intense that made you loose your breath and it was difficult to focus more than the instinctive pleasure that you were feeling at that instant.

Then you came to realize in the middle of the enjoyable confusion that you were fucking.

You could not stop yourself, going crazy at the sensual skills of the man on top of you.

His hand grabbed the back of your head and pull you closer to him for a kiss. Both your hot sticky tongues exploring and twisting inside your mouths. You moaned louder.

Opening your eyes slightly you detailed this man’s face.

His hair dark and long, his features in this focused expression, his pierced lips slightly opened. Soon enough you recognized Jungkook’s face.

You could not think much of it, you could not think at all.

“You are so fucking close, are you?” he exclaimed breathing heavily. “You are so tight around my cock”

You could not respond, instead you closed your eyes tightly when you felt that sharp wave of pleasure in your lower stomach.

“You are good for me, huh?” he asked you closing his eyes “mmm” he mumbled.

Soon enough both of you accelerated the pace seeking the last drop of extasy that came harder that you expected.

The sweat was wetting your bodies and made them sticky, you both tiredly lied beside each other breathing loudly trying to calm down.

Jungkook pulled her body closer him and kissed her shoulder.

“Mmm baby girl, did I told you that I love you already?” he said to you with a sweet smile.

“I love you, too” you responded, what else could you say? That was the natural response after making love with your lover.

You looked at him and you had to resist the urge to drop your jaw.

Yes it was Jungkook, just that is a very different Jungkook.

His body is full of tattoos and more bulked up. His face had piercings and his hair was a little longer.

You were on his room, in his house, sharing his bed with this completely new version of him.

What the fuck is going on?

The notification alert made you come back from your mind. It was coming from, you assumed your phone, since Jungkook did not picked it up and seemed a little annoyed.

You reach for the device but Jungkook stopped you.

“Honey you can stay tonight” Jungkook said softly.

“Huh?”

“My mom is visiting my grandma so you can stay here tonight” he added looking at you with his big dark eyes.

“Umm…” before you could reply another notification ringed, you gave him an apologetic look before grabbing your phone and clicking the message.

Hajoon: Hey you probably are with that thug which is lame

Hajoon: but let’s have some drinks

Hajoon: andddd you can’t refuse this time

Hajoon: you owe me one, remember?

You were friends with Hajoon? The last time you saw her she was slapping the shit out of you.

You suddenly came again to your senses and felt incredibly disoriented.

It has happened again.

In what fucking quantic loop have you fallen into?

What kind of simulation are you participating?

But more immediate answers would be in handy, like for example: why does Jungkook look like a completely different person?

If Hajoon was your friend, she surely knows what’s up with your life, you needed info.

There’s also the fact that you just had sex with Jungkook, very hard and raw type of sex.

One intense experience after another in the polar opposites kind of way made your head spin with all the mixed emotions.

Space that’s what you needed right now to figure all this shit out.

You texted Hajoon a quick reply.

Turning back to Jungkook, he hasn’t stopped staring at you.

“I’m sorry, I got plans” you said to him putting some strands of his hair behind his ear, then he took your hand and places a kiss on it.

“Tell them that you are not going” Jungkook instructed.

“Can’t do that, I promised” you said with pleading eyes, he seems annoyed at your response.

“Yn…”

“I’m sorry, but I got to go now” you stoop up quickly, the weakness of your legs made you almost to sit down in the bed, Jungkook smiled.

“I fucked you real good that you can’t even stand up” he stated proudly, you didn’t responded while you stoop up again looking for your clothes and hurrying up to the bathroom to get yourself ready.

You arrived to the bar, looking for Hajoon among the people there. She look vastly different but her face remained the same, when you approached her you notice that she wasn’t alone, another girl was sitting next to her. You wondered if you supposed to know each other or she is just Hajoon’s friend. The girl had her eyes on you since you arrived.

“Hi” you said to both girls before taking a seat.

“Babe this is my friend, Yn” Hajoon introduced you “and Yn, this is my girlfriend, Suyeon”

You did feel a little surprised by the news but tried your best to not show it while shaking Suyeon’s hand, a strange warm sensation when your hands connected took you back a little bit.

“My pleasure” you said to her and Suyeon nodded.

“it is mine, too” she replied.

“So you finally know each other, yay!” said Hajoon with excitement

“I hope you don’t mind, but Hajoonie always tells me all your drama and I was kinda curious to meet you” Suyeon said with a shy smile.

“Oh did she?” you look at Hajoon “Like what?”

Perfect opportunity to get some background.

“Oh c’mon you know all the juicy stuff you tell me is about Jungkook” Hajoon said serving three shots of soju.

“I hope she hasn’t told you something too juicy” you said with a raspy voice after drinking the shot.

“For a couple that is almost three years together you have very exciting stories” Hajoon added.

Three fucking years

You had to act like it was nothing. Like it was not big news that now you encountered yourself travelling to the past and future, like now you apparently have this mystic ability, a gift, a superpower.

How this shit was possible.

The news was like an iced water bucket unannounced.

But you played your part like a bloody Oscar awarded actress.

“What can I tell you, he has been so good to me lately” you said like nothing.

“Really? So, he apologized?” Hajoon asked serving some more liquor. What Jungkook did to you? You wondered.

“We talked things out” you said quickly without having any idea of the context.

“I don’t understand straights” Suyeon commented making Hajoon laugh.

“You know I sometimes wonder why did you picked him, he can be a little tough and takes too much liberties in the way that he talks to you, but girl beating up Chanyeol like that!? He could get you expelled!” Hajoon added “I’m just saying watch out”

“Yeah, be careful” Suyeon added while she opened another bottle and serve you another round.

You started drinking and talking about anything, trying to catch up and also having a good time with Hajoon and her girlfriend, they turned out to be witty, funny and just incredible people.

At some point into the night with enough alcohol in your system to make you bubbly and happy your phone screen lighted up with notifications, Jungkook’s messages arrived one after another.

Babe: babyyyy

Babe: miss you lotss

Babe: Yoongi’s party is so boring rn

Babe: I want u

Babe: babyyy I like your boobs so much

Babe: send pic plzz

You smiled as you are drunk as well, and started typing.

You: you r really cute

You: but I will not send u anything

You: I have a boyfriend

You closed the chat and started looking thru your phone, you went to the photo gallery and it displayed a variety of photos, yourself of course but mostly you and Jungkook.

You looked in love in fact.

There were tons of photos of you on a date, intimate photos, only Jungkook, him sleeping, him eating, him smiling.

There were photos with his mom, with your mom, photos of you traveling to beach destinations. It seemed pretty solid your relationship.

But still the sense of uncertainty was bigger that any amazement at what your personal life has become in this apparent timeline.

Ultimately it felt like you didn’t really belong in your own life, which was a bitter realization.

Chugging some more alcohol and feeling intoxicated enough, you leave the bar in the company of Hajoon and Suyeon.

The three girls stumbled through the streets of Seoul happily chatting and singing whatever song comes to mind. Suyeon suggested eating some fried chicken and everyone agreed unanimously.

When the girls were passing by this particular street, a man saw them at corner of his eye.

As intoxicated as they were, he walked on them, his appearance was not looking good.

If unemployment was a person, it would look like him.

Clearly in his 50s, a cigarette between his fingers.

“So you do that gay shit?” he slurred to Hajoon and Suyeon that were holding hands, they looked like a deer in the headlights, they uncomfortably let go of their hands.

“Why don’t you get in your business?” you scoffed at him rolling your eyes.

“You goddamn foreigner bitch, better shut the fuck up!” The man screamed out of nowhere making the three girls flinch.

“Yn we better just…”Hajoon started speaking but the man screamed again.

“You better answer when your elder ask you a question” the man said referring to Hajoon “who is the one that fuck and who is the bitch?” the man smiled his teeth not in good conditions, you felt repulsed by his whole presence clearly your friends felt the same.

“Shut up, old fuck!” you screamed at him having enough of his disgusting behavior.

“You fucking foreigner bring that gay shit to this country, the only thing you are good for is sucking dick” the man said to you opening his eyes making you flinch again because you actually recognize him.

A little older and more fucked up but if the memory doesn’t fail you, that was Jungkook’s father.

“Let’s go” Suyeon said serious, so you slowly start to walk away from that creep.

Big mistake.

You did not react quickly enough when the man out of nowhere pushed Hajoon making her fall to the grown, then he goes for you this time you hit with force a wall behind you, then with the bottle he was previously drinking he threw it just a few centimeters away from your face, the shattered glass exploding everywhere. You ear started hearing a beeping sound, you closed your eyes tightly then again that strange feeling as your consciousness slipping away starts occurring, you can’t focus or think.

The same warmth you felt before makes you conscious again.

 you come back to the here and now.

“Yn are you okay?” Suyeon asked you with a worried tone, her hands resting on your shoulder, you nodded and she helped you stand up.

The police quickly came and arrested the creep, someone passing by called the cops on him.

 They ended up in ER, Hajoon had badly scratched her knees and you had some small cuts on your face and fragments of glass in your arm.

A cold sensation travel down your spine when you remembered Jungkook’s father expression and demeanor, he shared a lot of features with his son.

The wickedness in his eyes was the same of Jungkook in that past life.

When the nurse was finished, Yn looked out for her friends, they were talking to the cops.

“I think that would be all, I’ll leave you my number to formalize the press of charges, okay?” the girls nodded “take care” the cop left.

In that moment your phone started ringing, it was Jungkook so you pick up the call.

“Where are you, baby?” Jungkook’s voice did not sound drunk at all, you overheard some other voices in the background, he seemed to be chewing something.

“i…umm.. I’m on the hospital” you confessed embarrassed at your situation.

“What?!” Jungkook’s tone was loud enough to make you put the phone away from your ear.

“Some drunk man was causing trouble, nothing serious really” you said resting importance.

“Yn, what the fuck, I’m trying to find my shit as fast as I can” you heard some moving and more noise “where are you?”

“nonono you don’t need to come, it’s nothing really” you tried to convince him.

“as if” he mocked “I made a question” you heard an engine turning on.

“I’ll text you the details”

“kay’ bye” he hanged up the call

You told the girls that Jungkook would pick you up and then said goodbye to them, 20 minutes later you received a text from Jungkook to wait outside. A motorcycle raced in the front of the hospital, Jungkook got down and took off his helmet.

He immediately grabbed your face and saw the little cuts with a worried expression that turned to anger.

“That fucking bastard is dead” he said completely serious

“Just leave it, I’m okay” you said to him afraid of what he could do.

“When I found out who he is I’m gonna…”

“Jungkook let’s just go” you looked at him tired, he gently grabbed your face and kissed you short and sweet.

Virtually it was your first ride on a motorcycle, so it was a whole experience, feeling the speed, the wind in your face, Jungkook’s hard body against yours, it was really stimulating ride to Jungkook’s house.

“I know it’s late but I really want to bath with you” Jungkook said softly to you smiling. Well, it wasn’t a bad idea at all.

“I can’t resist that proposition” you smiled back to him.

He run a bath for the both of you, Jungkook undressed himself without an ounce of shame, although you were more shy you followed his lead, then he entered the bathtub helping you get on top of him.

The warm water and the bubbles relaxed you which was exactly what you needed.

Jungkook’s hands travel through your back making you squirm.

“You are so sexy” Jungkook said looking at your body with those big dark eyes.

You started to detail his body, his tattoos, his muscles.

What does it mean?

“Yn, kiss me now “Jungkook ordered and without hesitation you did as he told.

You kissed him passionately, with urge.

And he reciprocated like a hungry predator, soon enough his erection pressed the back of your ass.

“Mmm honey I need you” Jungkook slurred while he kissed you, you moaned when you felt his finger entering your pussy preparing you for his cock.

While you both kissed the motion of his fingers was doing enough to send you.

You whined when he stopped fingering you, but then he proceeded to put the tip of his cock on your entrance. You slowly sat making Jungkook’s dick enter deeper into you, you felt so full. He took your hips and began to rock back and forth, you moaned louder.

“Yes, honey, take it” he said heavily breathing, then when you hit a certain spot he soft moaned, making you melt.

“Jungkook” you slurred his name

“I fucking love you so much” he said to you before kissing you again, you came soon after that.

Later when you both went to bed, you found yourself cuddling with Jungkook as if your life depended on it, you found comfort in his arms, even if was only for the night, that was more than enough.

…………..

Jungkook cooked her breakfast the next morning, something very simple but she appreciated the gesture. He was shirtless, so you got a good look of his bulky figure and his tattoos scattered across his whole body. Jungkook looked very hot but it simply was too different of what he used to be in other timelines.

“Honey, I invited the boys over” he said to you munching his toast

“ah really? Do you think I should stay or…?”

“Yeah like it’s not a business reunion or anything, we just going to be chilling” Jungkook added you nodded in response.

“Then I better get ready” you said standing up the table, Jungkook gaze on your body remembering the night before.

“Boys are coming over, dress accordingly” he sentenced while you went away from the kitchen. You did not like the tone that he used in his last sentence.

You took a quick shower and looked around for some clothes to wear in the drawers in Jungkook’s room, there were no much of your items, trying in another drawer you opened your eyes in surprise when you found a gun and some good sum of money in cash. You closed the drawer immediately in shock.

The old Jungkook, the new Jungkook they were all the same, always involved in some shady shit.

The questions started to accumulate in your head once again, but you shut them down and simply got ready for whatever was going to happen today.

A few hours later Jungkook called you downstairs. You were not ready to encounter the scene before your eyes.

Jungkook friends all tattoed head to toe, looking intimidating as hell, drinking some beer and discussing some matters but without really looking relaxed. Of course, there also women present, some tattoed some don’t, they looked a lot less intimidating, they even seemed more approachable than the guys.

They all turned around as you entered the living room and quickly parted the view a few seconds later.

You spotted Jungkook in one of the sofas you took a seat beside him, he pulled you closer and offered you a beer which you accepted. Then he came back talking with his friends, you stay quiet trying to gain some insight.

“there’s some motherfuckers in Itaewon that haven’t pay the total amount yet” commented one tall guy in serious tone, your questions were forming once again.

“I guess that Jungkookie and I have some plans for tomorrow then” added other guy smiling ironically, he had a big smile and his hair was bleached blonde. Jungkook nodded like he knew what he was referring to.

“I’ll do it if you say so, boss” Jungkook said to the tall guy without hesitation. Boss? What the hell was this? The tall guy nodded without saying a word.

“The next big order is on Saturday, we need to collect the money as soon as possible” commented another guy, he was the least intimidating looking but still tattoed everywhere and dressed in black.

“I gladly remind you that I know the location of JP’s hiding, we just need to get rid of the completion and would love to take charge of that, boss” other guy said, his hair was longer and he was the best dressed, his long fingers were covered in rings.

“No, It’s too soon, I’m trying to not be too risky when a big order is near” the tall guy said “I’m trying to manage my business not initiating a war” he added.

A gang. Jungkook belonged to a gang, which makes sense for all the tattoos across his body and the gun with cash in the drawer.

Jungkook was criminal, Yn thought with an anxious sensation in her chest.

Her cellphone ringed interrupting the conversation after apologizing you took the call.

“Am I here with Yln Yn?”the monotonous tone of a feminine voice asked you.

“Yes, that’s me” you responded.

“It’s the police department, we wanted to inform you that we need you as soon as possible to take your declaration as a victim, for the case you filled against Jeon Jeonsuk”

You looked around to check if Jungkook was listening to you, when you saw him absorbed in the conversation with the others you proceed to answer:

“I don’t know about that, ma’am” you said trying to not raise your voice too much

“It’s crucial for you to collaborate with us, we need you to come the police station as soon as possible” the woman said.

“why don’t you text me the details, I can’t really talk right now-“

“Honey can you show Areum where the bathroom is she’s not looking so good” Jungkook  interrupted you making you exalted for a second while you hanged up the call.

 You turned to look at the girl clearly intoxicated and did not looked in good condition, an irritated Jungkook’s friend was holding her so she didn’t stumbled.

“Sure” you responded, rushing to her side and guiding her to the bathroom. The poor girl emptied her stomach in the toilet while you held back her hair, then you helped her to wash up, asked her if she felt like coming back to the party, she shook her head and said that she was leaving.

“Do you want to wait for your taxi on the living room or…? “You asked her

“Nah, I’m out Yoongi me treats like trash and I’m not here to be his puppygirl” the girl said while quickly putting on her jacket and leaving the house. Even though you didn’t know her you felt proud of her.

When you came back everyone seemed to be pissed off and all the eyes were on you, and the ambience felt very heavy, Jungkook was being held sit down by two of the guys.

“What happened?” you asked trying to hide the nervousness in your tone, the tall guy that the other guys called boss said to you:

“You fucking bitch rat on us” his voice demanding and intimidating you stepped back instinctively.

“Namjoon, I think…”one of the subordinates started to say.

“Shut up, Jimin” Namjoon said and Jimin did not protest “Jungkook you better fucking explain why your bitch snitch on us, right now” he almost screamed. Jungkook had undecipherable expression, his jaw tense and he was not resisting the guys that were holding him down.

“I don’t understand-“

“Quiet bitch” Namjoon said to you “Hoseok bring her here” he instructed. You panicked when Hoseok who was already stood up came by your side and took your arm with great force and pulled you. You were like a rag doll, it was so easy for him to grab you and push you around, that made Jungkook resist the guys holding him down.

“Better fucking watch out, Hoseok” Jungkook said to him, his voice as low and intimidating. “If you left any bruises I will-“

“Answer the fucking question!” Namjoon screamed at him.

“She did not snitch on us, boss” Jungkook answered not looking at Namjoon.

“oh really, so let’s see” Namjoon mocked and then snapped his fingers to one of the guys who was holding Jungkook down, the guy passed Namjoon your cellphone and went back to Jungkook, you felt your blood running cold. “Then what the fuck is this” then he showed you the message that the police left you giving you all the instructions and indications.

“Answer him” Hoseok said to you, his hot breath on the side of your ear. You felt so helpless.

“I can explain” you said almost vomiting the words.

“Yeah, you better” Namjoon responded “it’s not like you have any other option”

“Babe talk” Jungkook said you in a neutral tone.

You tried to form a sentence but the words fail to come out, your anxiety levels where at their highest.

“That’s what you got for committing to a bitch” one of the guys holding him down said to him, Jungkook send a death stare to him.

When you finally could speak the words stumbled and your voice was shaky.

“I-I was attacked on the street yesterday and the police got involved and they want me to…identify the attacker” you trying to sound collected and calm trying to prove your innocence but it come out more a desperate attempt to help your case. A few of the guys scoffed with an arrogant smile.

“And how do I know that’s true? Huh?” Namjoon questioned with a mocking tone.

“Uh?” you replied out of nervousness. He did not liked that, he took a gun out, you could not see where did he kept it, and then before your eyes there was the pistol pointing at you, you felt your soul left your body at that moment.

“Boss!” Jungkook exclaimed more desperate. “Boss!”

“Shut him up” Namjoon demanded and then the two subordinates punch Jungkook on his stomach a few times, you started to cry.

“I asked you a fucking question, didn’t I?” Namjoon said unaffected by your state.

“I swear, please!” you begged “I was in the hospital, Jungkook even picked me up, that’s the truth!” all you could do is beg, Namjoon got closer to you and you felt like your heart skipped a beat when he showed you again the gun but then you felt the relief when he put it away. Your relief did not last long because he then grab your face with force, his rings sinking in your skin, you closed your eyes, you could simply not handle the demonic gaze that Namjoon had.

“If you did not snitch on us why didn’t you run away when the police arrived? You think I’m stupid? you know this shit” he said to you  making you flinch.

“Boss please, that is the truth!” Jungkook begged amidst his pain.

“He broke a glass bottle near me, I was on the ground!” you overcame your anxiety and look at him in the eye, no emotion in him was found, he did not even blink “I swear, please, I’ll never betray Jungkook or you!” you struggled at Hoseok’s grip.

“She has cuts all over her face, boss!” Jungkook added trying to help your case.

Namjoon scoffed and grabbed your face once again examining it, a drop of sweat descended from your temple, he looked at you and you saw how the edges of his lips went up in subtle way, he was enjoying how distressing this was for you.

“Alright, Jungkook you better control your bitch” he warned pointing in his direction “As for you” he looked at you up and down “Call the cops again and we’ll be getting rid of you” he made a sign to Hoseok and he let Yn go.

Yn started to walk away but Namjoon grabs her arm making her to look at him.

“I will not slap your face to teach you a lesson, that would be Jungkook’s job” he whispered to you before letting you go.

Yn looked around heavily breathing then walked to the door grabbing her coat and going out, soon after Jungkook went to her side he turned her to look at him.

“Do you realize the shit that you put us in?!” Jungkook exclaimed “Why the fuck you didn’t just called me, when that shit happened to you? huh?!”  he was talking fast and was also very distressed, you look into his eyes and sobbed, he seemed to soften a little

“I’m sorry, okay!” you exclaimed trying to calm down “I did not intent to cause all of this!”

Jungkook got nearer and in his eyes, there was compassion but also a bit of darkness. He grabbed your now swollen face.

“You are not allowed to call the cops again, understood?” he told you with a serious tone, you nodded with tears in your eyes hating the way that you have to submit to men, this was not you but you didn’t had other option, He cleaned the tears with his fingers and kissed your forehead. “Let’s finish this, already” he said to you and you nodded.

Both went on his bike to the police station, you identified Jungkook’s dad to the cops, sing some paperwork and came back to the backseat of his motorcycle, he turned the engine on and ride away from the station. The whole ride you horrified by how Jungkook and his dad are a reflection of one another. When you had to identify him, it gave you chills, you knew what he was capable of in other timelines, somehow you had to shook the sensation. Jungkook parked the bike in place that you both know too well: the place where you two met.

He took your hand and guide you to the bench just in front the butterfly statue, you both sat in silence for a few minute before Jungkook started to speak.

“So, who was the bastard?” he asked you arching his pierced eyebrow. You parted your lips in hesitation to tell him the truth, It was a very emotionally charge day already, and you were on the edge, but eventually he would find out so it was the best for him to know, nonetheless it was still challenging to reveal the information.

“Jungkook…I- “you cut yourself in the middle of the sentence “he…um” you tried to collect your words but failed, Jungkook was trying to be patient but he also had a long day.

“What?” he tried to pressure you.

“Don’t be mad, please” you said to him, making Jungkook bring his eyebrows together.

“Who is it, Yn?” he asked again, you look into his dark big eyes and then you look in another direction.

“It was your father” you simply said sighting, Jungkook tensed up immediately.

“What did you say?” Jungkook asked with a nervous tone, he heard clearly but still asked again trying to convince himself that you said something completely different.

“Your father was the one that attacked me” you repeated, Jungkook stood up and walked a few steps he exhaled and was clearly affected, all you could do was watch him, he returned to your side.

“This must be a fucking joke, right?” he asked more to himself “When I fucking manage to keep me sane, then he goes and does this” Jungkook scoffed “he is really begging me to be dead” he exclaimed making you turn to him with your eyes really open.

“Jungkook!” you exclaimed he looked at you, you saw the turmoil of emotions fighting inside of him.

“Yn, you know what a piece of shit he is” he told you trying to calm down, he exhaled again “Not only he made my life a living hell when he found out where me and mom where hiding but he also almost kills me when I was 14” he couldn’t look at your face, he played with his fingers and continued “I made a promise to myself, Yn, whenever I saw him again I would kill him so he can’t hurt me or mom ever again” he really mean it, and suddenly it made sense why he was this way.

The muscles, the tattoos, the rough exterior. Jungkook was trying to be tough, he needed to be strong so his father could never put a hand on him. He was in a gang because he was broken inside, so he was accepted and has a place to belong.

You put your hand in his back and start to caress him softly trying to give him support.

“Don’t do it, don’t be like him” you told him with a soft voice, Jungkook turned to look at you.

“I would never be like my dad” he said completely serious. “That’s why I’m getting rid of him”

“That would not make you feel less vulnerable, you know” you told him but he scoffed.

“Why you say that? What the fuck do you how it feels?” he asked ironically “And you say this in this place, the place where you saved me!” Jungkook exclaimed passing his hands thru his hair.

“I don’t care if he is dead, I worry about you getting caught!” you said to him worried, he looks at you and after a few seconds Jungkook leans on to give you a kiss.

“That would never happen, darling” he said with a smile then out of the sudden you were interrupted by someone standing before you, it was Suyeon.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something” she said with a little awkward smile.

“Suyeon!” you exclaimed with a smile and stood up to hug her, she hugged you back, Jungkook’s cellphone ringed and he excused himself.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too!” Suyeon exclaimed and then turned to you “He seems like a nice guy” she joked while you smiled.

“I was not expecting to found you here” you tell her still impressed to see her, she took a seat in the bench, in the previous Jungkook’s spot, you sat again.

“I just had a feeling that you would be here” Suyeon said mysterious “So I came and there you are, magic!” you look at her confused.

“You wanted to see me?” you ask, Suyeon nodded “What’s the matter?”

Jungkook came back from his call, he directed himself at you.

“Babe the boys called me, I have to handle some business” he said to you “Are you are going to stay here or do you want a ride home?” Jungkook asked.

“I’ll stay here with Suyeon” you responded, then you watched him take a few bills out of his wallet and hand then to you. “What’s that for?”

“For the taxi” he said before giving you a quick kiss and walking away.

“He is really a thug, isn’t he?” Suyeon stated more that asked, “Anyways, yes I wanted to talk to you about important issues and I will not beat around the bush and just say it how it is!” she exclaimed convinced.

“Well, go ahead” you said fully intrigued.

“I am a witch!” she just said “a gifted one, a person that knows the occult!” she said that in a funny way, she tried to not laugh at herself “ okay that sounded crazy, but I’m serious, I know some stuff” she ended.

“What?” you could only reply.

“And since I know some stuff, I know that you” she pointed at you “are not in your timeline are you?” she said arching an eyebrow, you just look at her completely surprised, did you heard, right? Does she…?”

“You are a little sneaky traveler, are you?” she questioned again with a smile.

“Oh my god, what is happening?” you asked desperate “I swore I was crazy!”

“I knew it!” Suyeon exclaimed a little too excited.

“Okay, so just to confirm, time travelling is a real thing?” you asked Suyeon, trying to make sense of what happened to you.

“No” she said serious “You really would have fucked up big time if time travel was real”

“Then?”

“Time travel is not a thing, but timeline jumping is as real as you and me” Suyeon made the distinction “That’s what you have been doing, without any real intention if I’m correct” she said to you testing the waters.

“People do this on purpose!?” you exclaimed

“And you are a natural also” she declared “whoah, you know the amount of preparation, of concentration, of energy it requires to do timeline jumping? And you did it accidentally?” Suyeon was really impressed “damn!”

“Multiple times”

“Multiple times?!”

“None of them on purpose, that I can assure you!” you looked at her demanding more explanations, she was smiling ear to ear.

“All that power requires some control, you don’t want to go on a trip again and then not being able to come back, right?” Suyeon look at you and you nodded still having no idea what she is talking about.  “We are energy, okay? Energy is everything, know that you know this, let’s say that you have a lot of it! Like a lot a lot!”

“Is that a good thing?” you asked still loss.

“Well, it can be if you control it!” Suyeon responded, and you opened your mouth to ask more questions but Suyeon hush you “I know that you have like a thousand questions, right know but I’m not really an expert in this topic” she sentenced.

“So cannot help me?” you could not hide your disappointment in your voice.

“I’m not the best to help you, all I know is that your energy that night when the drunk man attacked you, was escaping your physical body so fucking fast I had to stick it again. So that’s when I admitted to myself that I’m not really sure what happened there, but the good news is that I know someone that can have some answers for you” Suyeon said while you listened intrigued.

“Really? Great, I need to meet them asap” you said relieved that you finally found some answers.

“I’ll take you”

You looked at her impressed.

“Right now?” Suyeon nodded.

“He is expecting us” Suyeon revealed.

“He?”

“Kim Seokjin” Suyeon added “so, are you coming or not?”

The ride on the car was pretty fast as the heartbeats you felt on your chest, soon enough you will know why this is happening to you. When you arrived, Suyeon handed to you a notebook, when you opened it it was empty making you confused.

“it is empty” you told Suyeon

“I know” she simply said like it was the most obvious thing “You’ll need it later, okay?” you did not question anymore and just said goodbye to her while you got off the car.

“I’ll text you” you said while waving at her and watch the car leave, in front of you there was Kim Seokjin’s house, you walked to the entrance and before you could knock on the door it opened automatically, you filched a little bit. You had long day.

“Hello…?” you asked looking at your surroundings, it looked like a completely normal house. Out of nowhere Kim Seokjin itself presented before you taking you by surprise.

“Oh I didn’t meant to scare you” his voice sounded warm and welcoming ”I wanted to open the door for you ” he was holding a device in his hand “but here you are! Yn, right?” he asked you.

“Yes, that’s right, and you are Kim Seokjin?”

“Jin, call me Jin” he told you with a smile “Suyeon told me about your unique situation, so why don’t we go straight to the point” you nodded while he guided you to the sofa, you both took a seat.

“So, what is happening to me?” you asked.

“I assume that something very horrible happened to you” he said looking straight to your eyes, the memories instantly come to your mind and you looked to the ground overwhelmed by them. “Because that´s what happened to me” you raised your eyes again to meet his “I lost my sister in a very…traumatic way” he closed his eyes for a second and then continued “My dad took his own life because of that”

“That’s horrible, I’m very sorry” you said to him trying to imagine the pain he has been through.

“Those events changed me forever because I took some part in them” Jin sighted  “So I’m sure Suyeon told you that the amount of concentration and energy require for Timeline Jumping are extremely high” you nodded again “right, so in my experience there are 2 types of timeline jumping, one in where the ability is trained, and the other when you are just able to do it but since you aren’t trained you can’t quite control it” Jin explained “So in that case, a huge emotional commotion or a physical strong response would be enough to slide through another timeline which your case and mine” Jin proceeded “But here is why it happens, the purpose of timeline jumping is to correct and align past events  more harmonious so to say to the vibration of the universe” Jin smiled briefly and then continued “So you must be throw at some core event in your past to correct your future” Jin observed your reaction and continued “here’s the catch, when we are thrown back to the future we can’t really control how far long is it gonna be”

“We can’t?” you asked shocked Jin shook his head.

“We have to decide if this new life is the one that we want or we have to try again to a new one that might be worse” Jin warned you “But there are ways to know those things”

“Really?”

“Yes, for instance you’ll feel something inside you that will tell you that you’re on the right path” Jin responded “But for the more direct way to know is the records” Jin turned to you “Did you bring a notebook with you, perhaps?” You remembered the notebook that Suyeon gave you, so you look into your stuff and grabbed it.

“Here it is” you said holding the item in your hands.

“Right, the notebook is important because it can show you what you wrote about the timeline you are in, like is the future let’s say, although remember that you can always change. Nothing is written in stone” Jin stated.

“that’s the thing, nothing is written here, it’s just an empty notebook” you pointed out opening the blank pages.

“For now, you see, you need to start to channel those strong memories that brought you here write them down and read them feeling those emotions, if you start getting detach from reality then it worked!, the you of all timelines now knows this information is keeping an active record of all the important events of your life”   Jin explained like it was the most mundane thing.

“I really do not understand how that’s possible” you confessed with a confused look.

“Remember that the past, the present and the future are happening simultaneously” Jin draw a circle with his hands “we are just channeling what your future self is feeling though we cannot actually perceive that because we are trapped in the present moment”

“Alright I’m kinda understanding now” you smiled now knowing how everything worked.

“And also I’d discovered that intoxicating substances help a lot but you must be careful, I recommend you to try the safe way and then we can se the other options” Jin commented, you nodded while standing up.

“I could talk for hours about this, but I really had a very long day and there’s some information I need to digest first so please hand me your phone number” you said to Jin giving him your cellphone he started typing his number “I’ll invite you some dinner and then tell you about it”

“It would be me the one inviting you dinner” The way that Jin looked at you could only be described as flirty, you did not mind it.

“perhaps” you teased “I hope to see you soon” you took your stuff and walk to the door but at your surprise Jin put on his coat.

“Let me take you home, it’s late” Jin told you grabbing the keys of his car, you did not put any protest and let him drive you home.

The ride was quiet but not uncomfortable at all, you had to call Hajoon to ask her where did you live because you didn’t have any idea, when you arrived you thanked Jin and got inside the building.

You entered and look around trying to find any reminiscence of you, then on the living room there was the photos with your mom, some with friends and even one with Jungkook.

You opened the fridge and found your favorite beverages and food, that made it for you. Since you weren’t hungry you went to your room dying to get some good sleep but you almost had a heart attack when you found no other than Chanyeol sleeping in your bed like it was his own.

You covered your mouth to not shout.

What in the actual hell?

Chanyeol lip seamed to had a cut, in his cheek a small bruise. He was sleeping like a baby in your bed. You did not know why he was in your own apartment, if you remembered correctly Hajoon mentioned something about Jungkook beating him up. But you did not ask why Jungkook did such thing. He was in your home, in your room, the implications of that is that you are being unfaithful to Jungkook.

“You finally came” Chanyeol said in a groggy state “I thought that I would be spending the night on my own” he sat on the bed, he was shirtless.

You realized that you had to respond and actually address the situation that is happening in this moment.

“Is there something wrong? It must be really late” Chanyeol spoke again, you had no idea how to handle this.

“Didn’t Jungkook beating teach you a lesson?” you asked him trying to compose yourself, maybe acting tough can make him go away, whatever it is going on needs to end.

Chanyeol stood up, and thank god he was wearing shorts, you backed up.

“Yn you are acting weird” Chanyeol said to you while arching his eyebrow “What happened?”

“Nothing happened, but I need you to leave” you sounded cold, Chanyeol scoffed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I was coming, but you told to not contact you for 3 days, what else can I do? You can’t leave me hanging in the air to make up my mind!” Chanyeol did not raised his voice but he was firm and confident.

“Ugh take a hint!” you played along without knowing the context “I know for a fact what Jungkook is capable of, if you care for your own life leave me alone” and that wasn’t a lie, you felt anxious for him.

“What?” Chanyeol exclaimed getting agitated “You told me that you were going to leave him, that you were very scared of him!” You tried to hide your surprise at his statements.

“I had change my mind, so please lea-“

“Yn, no!” Chanyeol interrupted you and took your hand “I can’t let you do that, I don’t care if you don’t want stay with me, but I can’t let you ruin yourself with that criminal” Chanyeol’s grab was gentle and warm, but you had to be firm and rejected his touch.

“Leave, Chanyeol, this is my life” the tears of overwhelm and overstimulation of all the events that happened this day made you break down, you could not handle all the things that were happening all at once.

“No, no!” He got closer and grabbed your face “I don’t care what happens to me, but I would not leave you alone with him” Chanyeol was trying to make eye contact with you but you looked away, he tried to wipe your tears but you took his hands and got away from his grasp.

“Chanyeol, I’m tired” you said with all honesty.

You are tired of everything.

“Darling let’s rest, let’s go to bed” Chanyeol suggested but you shook your head.

“I need you to leave, can you please do that for me?” You pleaded to him, Chanyeol sighted.

“Alright I’ll leave, because I listen to you unlike him” Chanyeol remarked “But I am serious about this, I will never let you chose him, he is destroying you, Yn, open your eyes” he said worried, he got close again and leaned to kiss you, it was a short peck on the lips, you were too slow to turn around your face.

Then he took his stuff but before he leave he look at your eyes.

“I love you, Yn, and I know that you haven’t admitted this to yourself but you love me too” Chanyeol said before finally leaving, you stared at him the entire time without saying a word.

With too much information to process, you changed your clothes to a more comfortable attire and went straight to sleep.

……………..

The next day you woke up way too early for your liking. Your body begging you for a few more hours of sleep but your phone was ringing like crazy, Jungkook was calling you.

You took the call, against your desire to keep sleeping.

“I’m trying to sleep” you sounded so tired that you almost did not recognize your voice.

“I can hear that” Jungkook on the other hand sounded energetic “I’m waiting for you at 5 in my house, my mom is making Jjigae”

You remembered the notebook and the Chanyeol situation, you needed mental peace, at least for today.

“I’m busy” you lied.

“What?” Jungkook said more like giving you a second chance to mend your mistake.

“I’m sorry, next time we can-“

“Yn, cut it off, I said I’ll see you at 5” Jungkook interrupted you, you did not like that tone.

“And I said that I’m not available today” you said rolling in your bed, the sleep already dissipating from your system, Jungkook clicked his tongue.

“I didn’t call you to fight”

“Me neither” you respond cold as ice.

“So why are you being so fucking difficult then?” Jungkook raised his voice a little bit.

“Jungkook yesterday was too much for me, I need a fucking rest, okay!?” you exclaimed frustrated.

“I said we have plans already so, rest after that!” Jungkook sentenced hanging the call, you almost throw your phone away.

You resisted the urge and breathed in and out to calm yourself.

You wondered why Jungkook was so different from the one you used to know, his circumstances are different sure, but he is a complete stranger to you, so far, he was the opposite from what you could accept and settle for a partner. Maybe Chanyeol is right.

Chanyeol was also something that took you by surprise, so you cheated Jungkook, that means that your relationship is not working, which is understandable, after what you had been through. It was very clear that Jungkook had a lot of problems and somehow you are entangled in this complicated situation.

There is no way you stay here, that would imply to break up with a gang member, or at least stay with him until you get your degree and then flee. But there is an instinct kicking inside your chest that insisted that more time that you keep this relationship going the more entangle you become, the more difficult is to leave.

You need to correct whatever the universe is asking you to correct, otherwise the next situation you will encounter could not be better than this one, that’s for sure.

Maybe asking Hajoon about Chanyeol situation, could give you some insight and context of how complicated are the things right now.

You typed her number and after a few seconds she responded with an enthusiastic attitude.

“Hi!” Hajoon greeted.

“Hello, I need your help” you said to her trying to not sound helpless.

“Yes?” Hajoon said with a confused tone.

“I know that I told you this, and is complicated, but can you explain to me what is happening with me and Chanyeol?” you did not mind sounding crazy, it is about knowing what cards are on the table.

Hajoon hesitated but she did not ask any questions and just responded:

“You fought a lot with Jungkook, that made you neglect uni a little bit” Hajoon explained sounding disappointed “You got in trouble with a professor, that’s how you met Chanyeol, then you started to talk a lot to him” Hajoon sighted “and got involved with him, but you weren’t breaking up with Jungkook either, so…”

“But did I told you that I was going to leave him?” you asked her biting your nail.

“You mention being exhausted while having to keep up with Jungkook” Hajoon responded “then I suggested that you should break up with him and you got defensive and left the restaurant early” she told you sighting once again.

“Did I look nervous?”

“You looked anxious, like you had no other option” Hajoon admitted with honesty.

“Okay, then why Jungkook beat up Chanyeol?” you asked her.

“He found you two having some drinks, you tried to cover up but it end up badly” Hajoon said “Chanyeol was lucky that they stopped Jungkook right away before he was seriously injured, I remember you were so mad”

“What did I do?”

“I remember you calling me crying and being so upset” Hajoon said serious “But it seemed like you are still with him so…”

“Oh god, I don’t know what to do” you said completely frustrated.

“Chanyeol was in my apartment yesterday” you confessed.

“Really?” Hajoon sounded surprised “isn’t he afraid of death?” she asked ironically.

“I thought the same, but he doesn’t want to let me go and I can’t deal with that” you told Hajoon.

“Oh Yn…” you heard her with a worried tone “everything is getting out of hand”

“I know, if he does something crazy and Jungkook finds out…” you said with horror, after all you saw with your own eyes with the kind of people he was surrounding himself, you suddenly put also your life in danger which gave you incredible anxiety.

“The one you have to cut ties with is Jungkook, forget about Chanyeol, he is not a threat. Jungkook is the one to worry about, break up with him” Hajoon suggested.

“We just got out of some complicated situation” You said to her remembering the Namjoon confrontation “It would not make sense to do it right now without him being suspicious.”

“Yn..”

“It’s true I swear…” you said to Hajoon “But maybe I will have not to deal with that” you said remembering your plans to leave this timeline  “ask Suyeon about it” you said.

“What are you talking about?” she asked confused.

“This is not right place for me, so I will leave soon” you say fast.

“You are leaving the country?” she asked

I’m leaving the reality – you thought.

“No, nothing of the sort, well…kind of, just ask Suyeon about it”

“Okay…?”

“Well, I need to hang up, okay?” you said to her.

“Right, this is the most confusing conversation I ever had, but I trust you” Hajoon said still not convinced.

“Me too, bye”

“bye” you hanged the call and you checked the time, you still had plenty of time before the dinner with Jungkook, so you stated to look for an outfit while you typed Jin’s number.

He took the call right away.

“Yn-ssi” His voice was warm just as the first time you met.

“I’m very sure that I don’t want to continue in this timeline” you said to him pacing through the room.

“Is that so? “He said with a understanding and supporting tone.

“When can you assist me to leave this reality?” you wanted out as soon as possible.

“You read your records?” Jin asked you.

“No, I haven’t even touched the notebook, I just know this is not the life I want for myself”

“I see “ Jin agreed “But you need your records, we need to simulate your emotions to channel your energy”

“So, I have to sit and write all down?”

“You sound stressed, it would better if you can make a little time to meditate and calm down and write all you’d been bottling up all this time since everything started” Jin’s voice sounded calm and collected.

“Jin I just want to get out of here” you confessed tired.

“You are going to block your way out” Jin severed “ You don’t want to get stuck in here, right? So don’t force it, you need concentration”

“How can I concentrate if my life is a fucking mess?” you raised your voice a little bit without realizing “I’m sorry, you are right, I’m very stressed”

“Yn I’m here to help you” Jin said to you being more understanding “I still owe you that dinner, don’t i? let me treat you so you can relax a little bit.”

“I have something today” you said remembering Jungkook’s plans “but please call me whenever you want, okay? I’ll try to write the records and then we can discuss the next step” you said to him sighting.

“Alright, that’s good” he said.

“Okay, then I’ll see you later” you hanged the call and started to get ready.

You told Jungkook you would take a taxi to his house, he resisted but after your refusal he let you do as you pleased.

You arrived once again to his house, feeling anxious as the last time you were there.

Jungkook’s mom answered the door, it was the first time you saw her after many years.

The last time you saw her she had fear in her eyes and was completely lost, in all sense.

Now looking a bit more mature, she seemed to has lost her spark, but that animalistic fear was gone.

She hugged you, so you did the same, she was very warm.

“Welcome, Yn” She told you with a tired smile, you saw Jungkook just behind her, he looked he just took a shower, his hair completely wet.

“I’m glad to see you again” you meant that fully, she smiled again.

“I hope you are hungry” She told you walking to the kitchen, you closed the door behind you, Jungkook took the opportunity to get close to you and kiss you quickly.

“Jungkook…your mom” you said between kisses, he smiled and then let you go. He smelled really fresh, his breath mint flavor.

“You look cute” Jungkook said to you still smiling. “Very different of how you sounded this morning”

“Jungkook, don’t” you said to him serious.

“I’ll let that pass, but don’t do it again” he took your hand and guided you to the table, his mom brought the food and serve you, you thanked her with a smile.

“So, what’s new, Yn?” Jungkook’s mom asked you while passing you a bowl of rice.

“Not much, I’m afraid” you said feeling shy all of the sudden.

“Last time we talked, you told me you’d be graduating soon” She mentioned.

“Oh I had a little inconvenience with a professor, hopefully I’ll resolve that issue soon enough” you told her, Jungkook looked at you with a confused expression.

“Really? I know that some professors act entitle sometimes”

You took a sip of the stew, it was delicious.

“Well that’s true, I’m mediating the whole thing with a counselor” Jungkook quickly turn from confusion to annoyance.

“That’s good” Jungkook’s mom said. “Well the sooner you graduate the sooner you two get married, right?”

You almost choked on the stew, you tried to hide it, Jungkook was not faced at all at her statement.

“Oh I think is too soon to talk about that” you said to her with an uncomfortable smile.

“Why?” Jungkook and his mom asked at the same time, you wanted to sulk in your seat.

“I don’t want to marry this young, I don’t even sure what I’ll do after the graduation” you said nervous, Jungkook’s mom felt confused.

“You’d been together for a couple of years now, I think marriage is proper” She stated looking at Jungkook.

“Mom we’ll marry, what Yn’s trying to say is that right now she is busy with other things” Jungkook explained to her unbothered.

“We did not talk about that, well, not too seriously” you said to her, Jungkook looked immediately at you raising his eyebrow.

“No? well it’s about time, doesn’t it?” She look at Jungkook “He is even planning to look for a place of his own”

“Well that’s amazing, but as I said, I haven’t set any plan after graduation”

“You need to focus on the things that are important” Jungkook’s mom severed.

“My career is important”

“Yn…” Jungkook warned. “Mom, I need to talk to Yn for a second” He excused himself standing form the table, you did the same and followed him to the living room.

“What hell was that?” Jungkook asked you annoyed.

“I have the same question” you said to him crossing your arms.

“You know my mom is traumatized for her divorce, you can’t say those things in front of her”

“I’m not lying to her either”

“That’s not a lie, at some point in time we will marry” Jungkook stated like it was a fact and the decision was made long ago, you did not like that at all.

“Things can change” you could only say.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Jungkook pressured.

“Jungkook don’t make plans about my future like is decided”

“You are acting like this relationship is some kind inconvenience, and I don’t like that”

You cellphone started to ring, you turned off, Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Yn, you and I will end up marrying anyways so why you are acting difficult”

“You need to stop interfering with my life, I’ll decide if that happens or not”

Your phone ringed again, you saw it was Chanyeol’s number so you were going to decline the call but Jungkook took away the phone from your hands.

“Who is it?” Jungkook demanded with a serious expression.

“Jungkook, give it back!” you told him trying to grab your phone but Jungkook was taller than you.

“Who are you and why are you calling my girlfriend?” His tone was menacing. His body language was tense, the anger fuming through his eyes.

You swallow saliva feeling your anxiety go up as Jungkook’s expression worsened.

You are in trouble.

End of part 2.

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A Perfectly Normal Schoolgirl: pt 3

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Dane sulked the whole way home, eyes downcast, feet dragging. His gelato melted in his hands, long after I had finished mine, and I watched him in awkward silence. It did neither of us any good to push him, I had realised. Dane would open up to me when Dane wished to do so.

His hand engulfed mine, a steady pressure against my palm. “Katherine,” he said finally, whence we approached his family home, “Are we in danger?”

My initial instinct was to laugh at his innocence, but the look on his face stopped me. There was a quiet fear beneath his skin, on his crumpled brows and tense body, a fear that belied his youth. I sighed and rested my head against his arm, stroking him like I would a kitten. “It will be alright,” I told him, in tones softer than I was used to. “Whilst I am around, they won't lay a finger on you.”

Dane bit his lip and unlocked the door. “Come in,” he told me absentmindedly, and I followed him into his home. “It's just…” He looked away, hunched ever so slightly into himself.

“You're frightened,” I finished for him, and smoothed a lock of his hair back. 

“No!” He yanked himself away from me. “I'm not scared, alright? Just- You know-” He stuttered and trailed off again. 

Young men and their insecurity, always needing to seem strong and brave. “Denying your emotions isn't gonna help anyone,” I told him flatly. “And if you weren't scared, you're more of a fool than I'd thought.”

Dane looked away. “There’s so many of them and only two of us,” he whispered, slumping onto the couch. “How can we fight them all?”

I settled next to him, smiling slightly. “We all die someday,” I offered. “And the worst they can do to you is kill you.”

He shot me a glare, and whined, “That's not helpful!”

With a shrug, I threw my hand around his shoulder. He was always so warm, like resting on the stones of the riverbank beneath the sun. “But it is, Dane. Don't fear Death. I’ve met him before, and he's a rather decent lad. Just like you,” I told him, squishing his cheeks. “Besides, I've been telling you about the dangers this whole time. Why fret now?”

“I'd never seen someone… Like that, you know? She wasn't human, and she knew you. Besides, she had those vibes! It was like she was a cryptid or something,” he told me, eyes wide with passion.

“That's because she is,” I replied. “Or something close enough to it. You were lucky she didn't notice you, you know? You're doing a damn good job at keeping up appearances, kiddo.” A better job than me, I thought bitterly. So much for being a perfectly normal schoolgirl.

Dane beamed at the praise. “I was practising every day, just like you told me to!” He paused and tilted his head to the side. “Wait- Does that mean I passed the test?”

I considered it. He'd done well, that was for sure. I'd seen precious few youths who picked up subtlety and discretion quite as fast as him. Nonetheless, he was lacking in all other areas. His discipline faltered at every corner. He was atrocious at fighting. There was not a scrap of wisdom hammered into his brain.

Mrs C.'s ominous grin loomed in the back of my mind. With my and Dane's association, it would only be a matter of time before she picked him as her next target. When that time came, I would hardly be in a position to protect him, without shedding what precious little cover I still maintained.

“It will be difficult,” I warned him. “And it will hurt.”

With all the panache of immaturity, he jerked his head up and down. “I know,” he told me. “And I'll do it! Come on, you said I did well, didn't I?”

Damn that guileless faith on his face. I did not deserve it, did not deserve to hold this boy's fate in my hands, did not deserve his trust and affection. And I could not accept his blood on my skin, were he not ready for the attack that would eventually come. 

“Alright,” I said softly. “Get ready. We do this at midnight.”

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