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fairysluna · 1 year ago

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Hi! Could I please request another threesome with Cregan, reader and Jace. Maybe they get jealous when they see reader with another men and want to teach her a lesson? Thank you and love your blog!

i get drunk on jealousy.

Modern!AU — After they've ignored you for a week, you were desperate to have their attention back. Flirting with a random guy might not be the best idea.

MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon.

TAGS — polyrelationship/polyamorous, m/m/f, smut (p in v, clit play, handjob, oral sex, creampie, spitting, cum eating, male on male action), jace x cregan, use of alcohol and drugs, kind of drunk sex, dom!cregan, switch!jace, sub!reader, jealousy, cursing. If something is missing let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE — Don't expect so much of this fic, I saw this picture, I saw a vision, and basically my horniness wrote this by itself. Not my best work, but fuck it, this is just for fun. Also, this made me realize that I'm unable to write dom!Jace if Cregan is there too, oops??? I guess??? NO BETA, WE DIE LIKE MEN.

I took this request as an excuse to write this fic so... thank you for sending it and hope you enjoy this!🤍

WORD COUNT — 3.1k

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Most people on Campus knew about your strange relationship with Cregan and Jacaerys. Some guys would often call you a whore behind your back, while some girls would prefer the term ‘lucky bitch’; it was no secret that the both of them were quite known for being handsome and gallant, almost acting like real life prince-charmings. Every girl would drool for them, acknowledging their chivalry and politeness. Of course, they already knew about the attention that they received from the opposite sex, they knew about how many girls would love to be in your position. Which is why they didn't understand why you were so eager to act like a brat.

Jace tapped Cregan's shoulder as he saw you chatting with some random guy that suddenly appeared next to you on the couch. Neither of them had seen him before, he was probably a freshman or someone that sneaked into the party without invitation. Both pairs of eyes were intently staring at you, watching every move you make. They knew you weren't oblivious enough to not see it; he was obviously flirting with you, and you were clearly enjoying every moment of it. Jacaerys, being the most jealous out of the three of you, tightened his grip around his bottle of beer, his fingertips turning white as Cregan turned to look at him.

“Don't do anything stupid,” he warned him. “She'll deal with us later.”

“But look at her!” Jace snapped, his breathing ragged.

“She's doing it to piss us off,” Cregan attempted to calm him down. “She won't do anything with that guy. Just wait until the party's over and we'll take care of it, okay?”

He looked at him, obediently nodding as he took a long sil out of his beer to calm down a bit. Jace forbade himself to turn your way, ignoring your desperate attempt to make them jealous. Cregan, being a lot less hotheaded than Jace, acted nonchalantly toward your attitude, pretending you were doing nothing wrong, even when he wanted to grab your arm and take you right in that couch just to clarify that you belong to them.

Cregan knew your purpose, you both had spoken about it earlier that day after one of your classes together. They both have been ignoring you, neglecting your needs and spending more time alone — without you. At first you didn't mind it, thinking that they were busy with the final exams and their final projects of the semester; however, when you knew they were using all that time to plan this stupid party you got pissed, almost screaming at him in the middle of the campus, frustrated. Now here you were, sitting with a freshman trying to get in your pants, all while they were still ignoring you.

Both guys spent the rest of the night drinking, playing some games with other members of the fraternity and having a blast while you were standing in a corner, alone and bored; your two lovers out of your sight. Perhaps that was why you couldn't see Jace searching for you everytime he could, unable to control the jealousy that had grown within him. He couldn't find you anywhere around, which made his mind overthink about where you were, and with whom. Cregan would try to calm him down, offering him his blunt which Jace would accept in order to relax.

Hours passed, it was 4am when the music stopped and everyone passed out in random parts of the fraternity house. Cregan and Jace were stumbling their way up to their dorm, the effects of the alcohol still lingering in their bodies as they struggled to reach for their room. They both were holding onto each other until they opened the door and saw you standing in front of the mirror, wiping off your make up and getting ready to sleep. They noticed you had moved their beds together, making a bigger one as you usually do whenever you stayed with them.

They entered the room in silence, and while Cregan was closing the door and turning the lock, Jace stood closer to you almost drooling once he saw you were wearing one of his shirts. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face on the crock of your neck, leaving wet kisses all over your skin and completely forgetting about the fact that he was supposed to be ignoring you.

“You're so fucking weak, Jace,” Cregan scolded him, removing his shoes and shirt, getting ready to bed.

You turned to look at the eldest guy, who just ignored your intense gaze.

“You're mad?” you dared to ask.

“We both are, actually,” Jacaerys murmured against your skin.

“And why would you be mad? I should be the angry one!”

“Oh, really?” Cregan finally turned, stepping closer to you. “Why is that?”

“You know why! We talked about this and you decided to keep ignoring me!”

Stark laughed dryly, his gray eyes getting darker as he narrowed them. “Is that why you've been acting like a fucking whore tonight? Trying to get into a freshman's pants to get our attention. Fucking pathetic.” He took a step close enough to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. You tried to squirm away from him, but Jace's arms tightened their grip around your body, and you had no escape. “Jace couldn't even enjoy the fucking party because he thought you were sucking another guy's cock. You think that's fair? To make him feel like shit the entire night because you were just needy of attention?”

“I- I didn't-”

“You broke my heart tonight, sweetheart,” Jace whispered in your ear as his fingers reached the hem of your shirt. “You need to pay for what you've done…”

“I'm- I'm sorry, I never meant to-”

“It seems like you need a lesson,” Cregan interrupted you, tightening his grip on your face and making you whine. “Something to remind you that you belong to us.”

Jacaerys' hand cupping your core with one of his hands, burying his fingers between your folds and covering them with your growing slick. He giggled, “she's not wearing panties…” he informed, smiling up at Cregan who clenched his jaw.

“Get her on her knees,” he commanded, and the youngest obeyed immediately, letting you go from his firm grip.

You fell to your knees, scratching them with the raspy carpet beneath you. Jace removed his shirt as Cregan started to unbutton his pants until they pooled around his ankles along with his underwear. You whimpered once you saw his cock starting to get hard under your haze, your mouth watering as you leaned towards his side.

“Get on the bed,” he pointed at Jace. You tried to stand up and follow the instructions too, yet he stopped you by gripping the front of your head and pulling it back. “Not you,” he sternly said. “Open up.”

Obediently, you did as you were told, opening your mouth and letting him press his tip on your tongue. He gave it a few taps, teasing before ge finally decided to start fucking your mouth. Cregan grabbed the sides of your head to keep you still in your position, and his hips started to snap against your throat without further warning. You found stability when you placed your cold hands on his thighs, grasping onto them so you wouldn't lose balance as he had no mercy with you.

You looked up teary eyed, gagging and gulping loudly as you heard his moans slipping out of his plump lips. The small eye contact suddenly became too much for him, so he leaned his head back as he closed his eyes. “Such a delicious mouth,” he praised you, “taking my cock so fucking well.”

His grip around your head started to hurt a bit, his fingertips burying in you as he fastened his pace. It wasn't hard for you to become a mess; your own drool was falling down the corners of your lips as you cried out, your whines being muffled by him inside your mouth, and your slick already starting to leak out of you. Your arousal only grew once he buried himself completely in your mouth, grabbed the back of your head and forced you to stay there for a few seconds, with his length fully sheathed in your throat. Your nose brushed against his pelvis as the air started to escape from your lungs.

“Come on now, baby,” he murmured with a strained voice, feeling his cock pulsing inside your mouth. “Take it… take it all…”

He chuckled softly as you started to tap on his thigh, and he quickly let you go. You gasped once he pulled out of your mouth, gasping for the air your lungs desperately needed. He moaned softly once he saw you; tears on your face, drool falling down your swollen lips — you looked so pretty he even thought about letting you go unpunished and just please you, but then he turned to see Jace; his cock was achingly hard, his ruddy tip leaking as he desperately fucked his fist; he had been so good to you, and you made him feel so bad throughout the night; he deserved a reward, and you deserved a punishment.

Before you could react, Cregan grabbed your body with ease, lifting you up from the ground and carelessly carrying you towards the bed. You moaned with his touch, so needy of him that even his roughness made you squirm out of pleasure. He moved your body around as if you were a ragdoll, shifting your position in bed until you were sitting on top of Jace's pelvis, his cock right between your legs. For a second you thought it was finally the time for them to fuck you, but you were so wrong.

“Grab her hips,” he commanded, using that mandatory tone that drove you and Jace insane. “Don't let her move.”

He positioned himself between the boy's legs, leaving you more confused than before. “What- what are you-?”

“I'm teaching you a lesson,” he stopped you before you could finish your question. “You'll see what happens when you behave and when you don't.”

You saw him leaning down, his plump lips wrapping the tip of Jace's cock and making him squirm beneath your body. Your mouth dropped as you looked at Cregan taking him entirely, his haze fixed in you as the frustration in your body grew even more. The youngest had his nails buried in the flesh of your hips, you heard him moan so prettily that you could even feel the slick oozing out of you, even when you were untouched. It was such a sinful image to witness, especially when Cregan's eyes became teary once he gagged around Jace.

“Oh, fuck…” you mumbled, tears of despair gathering in your eyes as your breathing became ragged. “P-please touch me…”

Jace's hand attempted to reach for your throbbing clit, but the older grabbed his hand and pushed it away. “I'll stop if you touch her,” he warned him. All you could do was cry out.

Cregan's ragged breathing would reach your folds, causing shivers all over your spine. You would try to move your hips to at least rub yourself against Jace's skin, but he didn't allow it, holding you down so tightly that you were certain it would leave a bruise.

The moans turned into whines as Jace started to quickly feel the orgasm coming. His skin was burning as Cregan fervently sucked on his tip, using his tongue to clean up the precum spilling from his slit. Whenever you would cry out or move on top of him he would feel closer to the edge, his body burning inside. “I'm so fucking close, baby,” he whimpered, “keep sucking my cock, I'm- I'm gonna fucking cum… f-fuuck.”

You saw Cregan hollowing his cheeks, milking Jace dry as he came inside his mouth. Drops of the pearly seed escaped from his lips and you felt the need to lick them both clean. You needed a taste, anything that would make you feel some kind of relief.

He sat back up, and as soon as he laid his hazy eyes on you, he grabbed your neck pulling you closer towards him. As if it was a reflex, you opened your mouth while you stared at him through your glossy eyes. He let his spit fall onto your mouth, to then pull you close and fervently kiss you. The salty taste of Jace's release lingered in your mouths as you devoured each other, you would whine against his lips, still sobbing as your pussy was already aching for the lack of attention.

That's when the boy beneath you wrapped you between his arms, forcing you to lay on top of his chest. He didn't even let you catch a break before you felt his cock slowly making his way inside of you, and you gasped out of relief. He stretched you out, providing you with that sweet sting of pain that drove you insane. His hands grabbed your thighs, folding you in half as he started to thrust upwards.

“Don't ever forget who you belong to,” he grunted against your ear as you struggled to keep it quiet. Probably the whole house knew what you were doing, and maybe that was their purpose all along. “You're fucking ours, baby. This tight pussy belongs to us, do you hear me?”

Cregan's hand fell hard on your throbbing clit as you remained silent. A whine left your lips as Jace kept bullying your gummy, wet walls with his girth.

“Answer him,” he demanded, getting closer to you and placing his leaking cock on top of your swollen pearl. You felt the room spinning.

“Yes! Yes! I'm- fuck… I'm fucking yours,” you sobbed.

The whole situation became overwhelming, while one was burying himself in the deepest part of you, the other was rubbing himself on your sensitive flesh, searching for his own release as he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Fuck, you're fucking squeezing me so tight, baby,” Jace moaned, breathlessly as he felt the mixture of your slick falling down his sack. The lewd sounds of your folds getting stretched by his thickness almost making him cum again. “So fuckin delicious…”

“We've just started and we already fucked her silly,” Cregan chuckled. “She's a fucking mess for us…”

A layer of sweat covered your body; you felt the blood burning inside your veins, the orgasm approaching you embarrassingly fast as they were stimulating your senses. Your eyes rolled back, the desperate pleads slipping out of your lips as you were begging them to make you cum. You were shaking, your face covered in tears as the moans were ripped out of your throat.

“So loud,” the older teased you, “gonna wake up the whole fucking house…”

“I- I need to… please, I need to cum!”

Cregan leaned towards you, and Jace instinctively fastened his pace, burying himself deeper and harder; you had a hard time thinking straight as the older’s hands tightened around your neck. “Ow, poor girl, wants to cum. I don't think you deserve it.”

“P-please, Cregan…”

“Work for it,” he demanded. “Make Jace cum and then you're free to do it too.”

Almost as if it was an instinct, you started to move your hips up and down Jace's cock, making the thrusts more intense and deeper. The younger moaned loudly, already feeling overstimulated by your movements and feeling his sack heavy with a new load of his release. He thought about how pretty you would look with your legs spreaded and his seed falling from your weeping hole; that image alone almost made him peak right in the spot.

“Jacey, please!” you whined, already growing tired. “Please, please, cum in me!”

“Want me to fill your pretty cunny, baby? Mhm? Want my cum inside of you?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes as your walls clenched with his filthy words.

“Yes… yes, please… give it to me, please…”

As a spectator, Cregan groaned loudly, quickly rubbing his hands around his shaft with his eyes fixed in the way Jace was filling you up, bewitched by that bulge in your belly that grew each time that he would bury himself deep inside of you, touching your sweet spot over and over until your head feel dizzy and all that left your mouth were incoherent mumbling.

“I can't… I can't hold it…” you sobbed.

“Come on, baby, I'm so fucking close, just wait for me,” Jace whimpered, his movements getting more desperate and sloppier.

“I can't! I can't! F-fuck…”

Everything came to a breaking point once your release gushed out of you, spurring all over them and making a complete mess. Neither of them could hold back after such an obscene view in front of them, and they were quick to follow. Jacaerys finally spilled himself in you, his seed painting your walls and filling you to the brim. Lastly, Cregan stained your shirt and flesh with his pearly drops, moaning so beautifully that it made you feel butterflies in your belly.

You hissed when Jace pulled out of you, feeling your legs shake while Cregan struggled to stand up from the bed and looking for something to clean you up while you laid against the younger’s body, who softly wiped the tears out of your face.

“Shh… it's okay, you did so good for us, my love,” he cooes, so gently. “So, so good.”

“I'm- I'm sorry,” you mumbled while Cregan returned to your side with a towel in his hand. With soft brushes he started to clean your thighs, your belly and the raw flesh between your legs. “I- I never meant to make you two feel bad… I was- I was being so selfish-”

“Hey,” Cregan stopped you, holding your face with gentleness; so different from his previous touch. “It's already behind us, okay?”

Once he finished cleaning you up, your body fell into Jace's embrace as he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him and cuddling with you. He hid his face on the crook of your neck and softly hummed when the remains of your sweet perfume reached his nose.

“We love you so much,” he whispered, “please, don't ever do that to us again…”

You grabbed your face only to see his puppy, brown eyes. A gentle, soft kiss was shared as you felt Cregan laying down behind you and fondling your body, soon you three had your limbs tangled as you kissed and caressed each other without shame. Loving touches that relaxed all of you.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered again to the both of them. “I'll never do that again.”

“Do you promise?” Cregan asked.

“I promise,” you softly nodded.

The Northern boy leaned to leave a soft kiss on your cheek, you both shared a gentle smile which let you know that the anger that was once within him was now fully gone.

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writingwithciara · 2 months ago

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you make me wanna fall in love -jack hughes-

summary: y/n is done trying to fall in love. but life isn't giving up. and her biggest adversary? jack hughes.

word count: 1.4k

pairing: jack hughes x reader

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"we're going to get married one day."

jack was 9 years old when he told y/n he was going to marry her. it had been after she stood up for him against a kid who was picking on him. he had known y/n his whole life, having grown up next to her. she had always been the quiet kid, never engaging in any conflict. so when she yelled at the 11 year old kid, jack fell in love.

but since he was 9, nobody took what he said seriously.

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he moved to new jersey when he was 18 and y/n moved to new york. they weren't in the same state but that didn't stop them from visiting each other whenever they could.

being away from her family was tough but just knowing jack wasn't across the country made y/n feel a little safer. their friendship was the most important thing to her.

and because he lived a good enough distance away from her, she was able to date freely in new york.

she dated at least 6 different guys throughout her 5 years in new york but none of them ever lasted. her quest to find true love was testing her patience and she hated it.

meaningful relationships were starting to mean nothing to her when all she had wanted her whole life was to find the one person she was meant to spend her future with. and how was she supposed to do that when every guy she went on a date with ended up hurting her in some way?

when each relationship failed, she turned to jack. he was her most trusted friend, after all.

he hated hearing about her dating life, but he hated it even more when she was upset. and it seemed he was the only one who remembered what he had said when he was 9.

"we're going to get married one day."

he had been repeating it in his mind more than once a week ever since the words left his mouth. sure people never took him seriously because he was 9, but he knew he loved her. in more ways than one. he just wanted his chance.

so when she called him to tell him about her most recent heartbreak, he took the opportunity to travel to new york to convince her she needed to be with him.

and it couldn't have come at a more perfect time, since his shoulder injury had taken him out for the rest of the season.

y/n was sitting on her couch, ready to completely give up on relationships. she hadn't heard the knock so when jack was suddenly standing on front of her, it caused her to jump.

"jesus, jack. how did you get in?"

"i used my emergency key." he took a seat next to her. "i came as soon as you ended our call. tried to get here as fast as i could."

"what about the team?"

"i'm out for the rest of the season. and i needed to see you. nothing could ever keep me from being here for you whenever you need me, you know that."

"i know. but there's gonna have to be a time when i have to turn to someone else. i know i can't keep relying on you every single time my relationship falls apart."

"yes you can, y/n. i swear. do not hesitate to call me when this happens. you know i love you enough to do what i can for you, no matter what." jack held her hand. "we made that promise when we were 12, remember?"

"yeah. i remember. but what about when you have your own girlfriend to take care of? she'll hate me for coming to you."

"if my girlfriend ever hates you, then she's not someone i want to be with. and i think it's important to remind you that i made a declaration to you when i was 9 years old. remember what i said?"

"you told me we were gonna get married one day." y/n smiled while avoiding his gaze. "but you were 9. you couldn't have meant it."

"i did, actually. the fact that i was only 9 is insignificant. i told you i was gonna marry you and i'm going to. there's not a doubt in my mind."

"jack."

"no. i'm serious. i have been in love with you since i was 9 and there's nothing you can say or do that is going to change my mind, y/n." he dropped her hand but held her gaze. "i know you're not ready for another relationship but i can wait. i've waited 14 years, y/n. i can wait a little longer."

and he waited. for 11 months. every day since that night on her couch, he waited but he also did everything he could to show her he meant what he said. he truly loved her and he definitely saw himself marrying her.

she fought hard against his efforts because if her history of bad relationships had taught her anything, it was that she wasn't meant to be in love.

but he got her.

it was the night the devils won the stanley cup. jack had been named the mvp of the playoffs and when he was given the conn smythe trophy, he knew he had to say something.

"you know, this is such an honor and obviously i wouldn't have been able to do it without these guys. but, aside from the team and my parents, there's another special person in my life who has pushed me to be the best i can be. she never lost faith in me, no matter how many times i got frustrated with the way i was playing the game. she stood by me through every injury and helped shape me into who i am today, on and off the ice. i've known her my whole life but i've loved her since i was 9. she'd my hero as much as i am hers. without her, i don't know where i'd be." jack looked at his team and smiled. "can't wait for next year."

after the big celebration on the ice, jack skated off with the team. he went into the locker room, celebrated with the team privately for a few minutes and then headed out. he was eager to get to y/n's apartment to talk to her. it still shocked him how he had somehow convinced her to relocate to new jersey, but he was happy it happened. it felt like he was one step closer to convincing her he had always meant what he said.

just as he was making his way to the parking garage, his phone went off. he pulled it out and answered it without looking at the screen. "hey."

"hey. congrats on the win. you were great out there. and no surprise that you won the conn smythe. you're always the mvp."

"you actually watched it?"

"of course. i wouldn't miss the biggest game of your career, jack." y/n giggled and it was like music to his ears.

"so you saw that speech?"

"i did indeed."

"okay well i'm just about to head to your place. we can talk when i get there."

"there's no need for that."

"y/n, please?"

"no. i meant," y/n sighed. "turn around, jack."

jack turned around and y/n was standing in front of him. he locked his phone and walked over to her. "you're actually here. i can't believe you actually came."

"i had to. most important game of your career, remember?" y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around him. jack didn't hesitate to return the hug. "and that speech was incredible. made me do some thinking."

"about what?"

"love and what it means. and what my future truly holds."

"and your conclusion?"

"i think the reason why all my relationships had failed before was because, unknowingly, my heart had already been given to someone else. someone who has protected it and showed it the love i know i deserve. love is crazy when you think about it. but i love you, jack. i'm finally ready to accept it." y/n looked up at him. "i'm sorry i made you wait so long."

"hey, you are 100% worth the wait. i'd wait forever for you if that's what was needed." he smiled widely.

"so, do you still want to marry me?"

"every second of every day if that was possible."

"how about just once, hmm? is that enough?"

"if it means forever, then yes. marrying you once is definitely enough for me."

"okay. let's do this then."

"right now?" jack's eyes widened.

"why wait? you love me and i love you. that's as good a reason as any, right?"

"okay. fair point." jack chuckled and held his hand out for her. "alright. let's do it."

#nhl #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #new jersey devils #jh86

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milunalupin · 7 months ago

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— take a chance on me

james potter x reader ★ 761 words

James knew from the moment he saw you, you were the one.

He sees you every week at the same bakery, ordering the same drink and the same pastry. You were the one he'd befriend, subtly flirt with, and eventually ask on a date. He'd pick you up with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, take you to dinner nearby. You two share a dessert, the kind James carefully spoons into your mouth with an adoring smile. Like the gentleman he is he'll walk you back home, brushing his hand against yours until he's brave enough to just take it.

After a few months of seeing each other he'd ask you to be his, officially. Probably with a box of pastries from your favorite bakery, and a cheesy card that makes his heart skip a beat when you laugh at it. You two would spend the evening eating takeout and watching your favorite movies, finishing off the night with him feeding you the last fruit tart in bed. He'll whisper sweet nothings until you fall into a beautiful slumber in his arms.

He'll tell you he loves you. Probably on the beach, because Sirius told him it's romantic and girls like that sort of thing. He'll most likely be in tears as he tells you how much you mean to him, and that there's no one else in the world who could make him feel this way. You'll laugh while wiping his tears as well as your own, only making him cry more when you tell him you love him too.

James wants you to meet his parents. Just a casual dinner at the Potter's, he'll tell you. He'll watch in adoration as you fret around your room figuring out what to wear, you don't want to give off a bad first impression. He'll tell you they'll love you, because he does so why wouldn't they? You'll laugh as he pepper your face with kisses and showers you with every compliment in the book.

The Potters are nothing if not kind. Once arriving at his childhood home, James will take your coat. Mr. Potter will give you a handshake, and wonder how you put up with his son. Mrs. Potter will laugh and usher you into the kitchen, where she'll have tea ready for you. You'll all have a good chat over home baked biscuits, and play a round of blackjack or two. By the end of your stay you'll already be called 'daughter-in-law', and have a tin of leftovers to take home.

James will be nervous to ask you to move in with him, but you'll jump into his arms and say yes. It'll take you two along with the help of Sirius and Remus to carry in all of your things, except the latter will sneak off with you to drink lemonade in the kitchen. Sirius will whine about how it's not fair that he's come out with chipped nail polish and frizzy hair while Remus was gossiping with you. Remus will remind him that he has chronic pain and the exercise will be good for his tattooed friend.

You'll come home one day to a box of chocolates and a letter laying by the front door. The letter will be filled with loving words and directions to a secret location. It'll lead you to a park, one where James had taken you several times on picnics. This time, there will be a rose-filled path leading you to a small platform where your boyfriend will be nervously standing. A small speaker will accompany him, your favorite love song playing softly.

Once you reach him he'll shakily get down on one knee, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his suit jacket and pull out a small velvet box from his pocket. He'll open and close his mouth, unable to get any words out. You'll bend down to cradle his face, telling him he doesn't have to say anything, and kiss him.

The two of you will plan and have the most memorable time of your lives the day of your wedding, with much help from your loved ones. Your now husband will not be able to keep his emotions in check, not even when you're in the hotel bed at the end of the night. He'll tell you there's nothing else he could wish for, now that he has you for the rest of his life.

James knew from the moment he saw you, you were the one.

He only hopes that one day you'll look back at him.

#marauders #marauders era #marauders x reader #james potter #james potter x reader #james fleamont potter

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1d1195 · 9 months ago

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Invitation

~3.5k words

From me: I mentioned I had a kinda rough weekend. This just sort of wrote itself. Def a stand alone. Second chance at love. I wrote it mostly in the drafts page and didn't do a whole lot of editing for continuity so it's probs not very realistic nor will it make a ton of sense. But anyway.

Warnings: MC parent death; funeral, angst, angst angst. But I'm hoping if you read it you'll see some cathartic, comforting fluff.

Summary: She and Harry broke up years ago and it was completely fine. But seeing her again, even under sad circumstances has his heart pulling him closer to her.

It had been eight years since he had last laid eyes on her. But when he read the piece on her mum off a mutual friend’s Facebook page he was transported back to one of those moments he spent so totally in love with her.

The idea that her best friend was gone made him terrified for her well being. It was the reason he was in a hotel room, straightening his tie in the mirror. Double checking he didn't miss any spots while shaving. He looked simultaneously presentable yet solemn. Her mum was special, beautiful. She made Harry feel at home the entire time they dated. Bought him thoughtful gifts for his birthday and Christmas. Made sure she bought his favorite snacks and always inquired about school, work, or his favorite show. She joked with her that Harry was too good for her and she didn’t treat him well enough (which was inherently false). She was the perfect girlfriend and had the perfect mum.

He couldn’t imagine how she was feeling.

Harry didn’t want to make his appearance about his arrival at the funeral home at all. He stepped in line silently, tried not to make eye contact with anyone and slowly made his way through toward the front, pretending he was invisible. He looked at the picture boards as he walked along his favorite girl and her mother in so many of them. Both were beautiful and Harry thought she was going to look just like her mother when she was older and so he was really lucky that he would know she was beautiful for the rest of his life. But he would have predicted that anyway.

Their relationship ended amicably enough. They were changing, time moving on, and quite frankly it felt like they couldn't spend enough time together so it didn't seem fair. "Shouldn't we want t'spend time with each other, beautiful? Shouldn't we feel feel bad we're not spending time together? It shouldn't be forced. You're m'favorite person in the world, kitten. S'not fair."

He was right of course. She agreed. So they went their separate ways. Since they were still in university at the time, they saw each other frequently. Their friend groups overlapped a bit so they weren't rid of each other all that much until after graduation. There was even a picture of the pair of them together on that day--her mum's suggestion. It was apparent more so then, that they were changing and moving on but Harry was grateful for that picture. When he saw the notice of her mum's passing, he looked at it fondly and felt something in the pit of his stomach. Wanting and wishing he had made more time for her. That she wasn't so busy and their time apart hadn't lasted as long.

But that was eight years ago. Harry was thirty now. He had a few girlfriends during that time and maybe it wasn't a surprise they didn't work out. When he inquired of his friends if he should go to support her, they said it was up to him. Louis and Eleanor were out of the country so they would send flowers. Mitch and Sarah were waiting for Sarah to give birth at any moment so they too, would send flowers.

"I'll be at the funeral," Niall assured him. "I can't make the visiting hours, sorry, Harry," Harry could hear his frown as they spoke on the phone.

"S'okay, s'nice y'can make it t'any of it. She'll appreciate it."

"I hope," a frown in his voice, a sigh in his tone.

"No, she will," Harry was confident. She would never make Niall feel bad--anyone feel bad. It was just the way she was.

Harry was in front of the urn containing the ashes of her mother and he knelt and said a short prayer for her and her sweet daughter. He tried not to think about his own mother at such a sad time and how he would feel if this was her. He shook his head, blessed himself automatically, and stood to greet the receiving line. It was filled with aunts and uncles who were surprised to see him. He didn't fully understand their surprise (of course he would be there for her--even if things were different now) but moved to each one, quietly apologizing for the loss of their sister and only answering how work, life, and everything was with as few words as possible. It was just her and her mom. Dad was out of the picture before she was even born. It wasn't a bad thing because she was her mum's whole life and she never made her want for anything. "Where is she?" Harry asked quietly. Usually the children were first in the line but she wasn't there.

"Another spat with the boyfriend," her aunt rolled her eyes. "You are by far our favorite," she smiled at him encouragingly. "Don't leave till she gets back, if you can. She deserves to see someone who will make her happy right now," she winked.

Harry felt his eyebrows crawl up his forehead in surprise. He nodded. Pride bloomed inside him for being the favorite. It wasn't the time but he couldn't help it. His heart felt heavy, worried she was with someone horrible. "Yeah, sure. Of course."

So Harry stayed in the little seating area, watching people walk through the receiving line, looking at the slideshow of pictures that somehow managed to boil down to one person's life. There was even a picture or two of him. It made sense, he was in her life for nearly four years and they were inseparable until they weren't.

Harry smiled fondly at the memories within the pictures and wondered where she could be right now. He had seen the full slideshow twice.

"Harry, you're still here?"

He cleared his throat, stood, and shook one of her uncle's hands again. "Yeah... um... haven't seen her yet."

"She went outside with the boyfriend ages ago. I'm assuming they're still arguing or she's trying to calm herself down enough to come in and fake that everything's fine."

Harry frowned. "Maybe I'll go check then," he suggested and headed for the door.

Why was she dating someone if it was clear no one in her family liked him?

The men at the door, let Harry through and he quietly walked to the side of the building wondering where she could be having a private conversation at a funeral home. The side was dark except for a flood light that perfectly illuminated the couple. Harry stepped out of sight but strained to listen.

"What do you mean, 'you have to go'? You're seriously joking right?"

Harry didn't know her voice could take on a tone that sounded so angry like that. They never fought that way. No more than who's pizza topping was better or if they had to pick which dinner place to go to on a busy Saturday night.

"Babe, you know with my work--"

"This is my mother," she croaked. It felt like a bullet through Harry's chest to hear her choked up like that. All that grief wrapping in her throat and pulling on her vocal cords.

"I know, but don't you think she would want me to continue living my life and doing what I need to do so--"

"She's my best friend," her voice cracked because she was crying so hard. Harry wanted to run over, unceremoniously knock him to the ground, and comfort her. "You're supposed to be here to support me!"

"Well you know death kind of freaks me out, babe. I'm trying to support our future. I've been here all day."

Her tone was so biting, he truly couldn't believe it. "You've been here for an hour."

Harry winced and shook his head. No one liked death. Everyone was freaked out by it to some degree. But he was supposed to love her; be there for her.

"If you leave, we're done," Harry felt intrusive for listening in but he couldn't move.

"You don't mean that."

"I do, mean that. I really, really, really, really mean that," she sniffed. Good girl. Harry thought. "I have put up with your bullshit like this for way too long and you're unsupportive and if you leave this is it," she assured him. "Work cannot be more important than me."

"It's important for us, babe. So when we get married--"

"And when will that be?" She shouted.

"For the love of God, we're going to do this now?"

"It's been three years. I'm thirty and wanted kids and you are just..." she trailed off. "Fine. Go. We're done anyway."

"Babe, you don't mean that--"

"I will pack my stuff up when I get home."

"And where are you going to go? You don't have a job right now--"

"BECAUSE I WAS TAKING CARE OF MY DYING MOTHER."

Why was she even with this guy? Harry couldn't fathom it. It was so unlike her to date someone so crass and careless. Or maybe Harry was just filled with rage and envy of a man that couldn't help her the way she deserved.

"Well..." he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry you feel that way. I have a plane to catch. Maybe after you've calmed down and aren't grieving we can have a more pleasant conversation."

A silent moment passed between them. Surely he heard it as he said it. It couldn't have been just her and Harry that heard what he implied. "Do... do you... do you think I'm supposed to be done grieving?" She hissed.

He sighed, mumbled something about calling her when he landed, and walked away. He didn't even notice Harry pressed to the building.

Harry watched him get in his car and pull away as if this wasn't the worst day of her life. Harry took several deep breaths to calm himself. This wasn't about him or how he wanted to strangle him. This was about her, her grief.

She was leaning against the wall. She was heaving, sobbing into one hand. For what, at that point, Harry didn't know. He could only see her from behind, the same figure he could have picked out in a lineup and if he was blind. But she seemed smaller. Withdrawn of course. Her free arm wrapped around her stomach like she was trying to hold herself together.

"Hey beautiful," he murmured softly. She sniveled, spun around. Harry was met with her face grief stricken, heartbroken, and tear soaked. But yeah, she was still as beautiful as he remembered. "Aw, kitten," he cooed gently. "C'mon s'cold outside. Let's get you--"

She threw herself against him as he approached. Her arms around his neck and she continued her sobbing against his shoulder. Sighing, he wrapped his arms wrapped around her waist and back, she fit effortlessly into his embrace even after eight or so years since he last saw her. It felt natural to hold her like this. "I know," he murmured comfortingly. "I know, kitten," he kissed the side of her head, soothingly rubbing his hand up and down her spine.

"Please don't let go of me," she cried. "I can't--"

"Shh," he hushed. "M'here. M'not letting go until you do," he promised softly. He hoped she wouldn't pull away because he wanted to take care of her the way that asshole couldn't. It didn't matter what the past was it only mattered that her sweet self could find some sort of contentment.

"Please don't leave me," she begged. "I can't do this alone."

It felt like a switch changed in him. Or maybe it was the anger he felt for her ex-boyfriend. Or perhaps a combination of missing her when he didn't really know he had been missing her and all the frustration he felt for the reasons she was so distraught. He would do anything for her. "No way, beautiful. M'not going anywhere," he assured her pressing his lips instinctively to the top of her hair. Patiently he listened to her cries, held her tightly, and lightly brought a hand to the side of her neck. He carefully pressed his fingertips against her skin, hoping that if she was aching (which he assumed every part of her was) it relieved the smallest bit of tension.

"How much did you hear?" She sniveled pulling away enough to glance into his eyes. Her face was blotchy and red, she was sure. Harry looked like he just left his modeling job for ties and cologne. She wanted to look more beautiful--so it would have at least made sense that Harry had ever decided to date her--even if it was years ago. But she was so overwhelmed with sadness, she couldn't feel anything but that and not even her horrendous look could deter her long enough to utter more than a quick apology for snotting all over him. "M'sorry. I look--"

"Shh," he hushed immediately. Harry pulled a handkerchief from his pocket--Mum was always insistent he have one when he wore a suit. Someone is always crying when you need to wear a suit and it's not to work. Carefully, he dabbed under her eyes, and swiped the fabric across her delicate cheeks. "You look beautiful," he assured her a kind, small smile made his lips curl up just enough to get the dimple in his cheek to appear. The one she had told him she was going to stick her tongue in back when they laid on a mattress that was too small for two people and resulted in a giggling tickle fight between two people who were much too old for tickle fights.

What he would have given to make her laugh now.

Harry kept one arm around her waist taking over her own job to hold herself together. "How much did you hear?" She repeated.

He shrugged, nonchalantly. "Too much, probably."

She frowned; if she could muster an emotion other than sadness and grief, she probably would have been embarrassed. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry. I was waiting inside, but then your uncle said y'were out here and I wanted t'see you and--"

"Do you need to leave?" She asked quickly. "I'm sorry I'm holding--"

"Kitten," he said gently pinching her chin between his fingers so she had no choice but to look in his eyes and process what he was saying. "M'staying here until y'tell me t'leave."

She sighed. For the first time in what felt like months she felt relief. "Okay."

She dragged him alongside her to the front of the receiving line. Harry felt slightly embarrassed and out of place but the rest of her family paid no attention to it. Like he was supposed to be there. She hugged and cried a lot over the next two hours. Harry handed her tissues and water.

“What if I don’t tell you to leave?” She whispered. Harry was standing so close to her that no one else could hear. Like it was just the two of them. She was sipping from a water bottle and Harry was stroking her hair back with his fingers while wiping below her eyes with a tissue.

“Then I’ll never go," his voice was quiet, like hers. He kissed her forehead softly.

"You don't have to obviously, you have no obligation... but is there any chance you were planning to be here tomorrow?" She asked.

He nodded hurriedly. "Course, kitten," he smiled gently, almost sad that she thought he wouldn't. "Niall's going t'come too. He's really sorry he couldn't make it tonight," he explained. "I have a hotel room right nearby so I can stay s'long as y'need me. Do anything y'need, too. And Niall m'sure would be happy t'help if y'need anything requiring two people, as well."

"Really?" A fresh well of tears filled her eyes and Harry's grin grew even if it was sad she was so surprised.

"Of course, beautiful. We... we want t'be here for you," he assured her.

She pressed her face against his shoulder again and sniveled against him. "I owe you a new suit," she mumbled into the fabric.

"Shh..." he hushed. "M'here," he promised. "Don't worry 'bout anything else."

His hotel room was dark when they entered. Harry didn’t want anything to happen that could be misconstrued due to her grief but she seemed adamant and sure that she wanted to spend the night. Harry was planning to sleep on the floor but instead they chatted way too much. Much later than a girl who had her mum’s funeral the following morning should have chatted. She giggled the way Harry loved and smiled despite how sad she was. Harry told her all about the last eight years, his job, his mum, their old friends and everything in between.

When he looked at the clock, his phone said it was well past one in the morning and she needed to be up early. “Think y’need t’sleep, kitten,” he was lying beside her, fully clothed except he lost the tie. He was brushing her hair away from her face watching her eyes droop.

“Mom didn’t like him,” she whispered. “She didn’t like anyone that wasn’t you,” she told him.

Harry swallowed nervously. Not because he was worried about her sentiment but because her grief was fresh and the tire tracks of where her stupid ex peeled out of the parking lot were still warm. Her mind had to be jumbled and as much as he wanted to kiss her and make promises, it wasn’t the time. Harry was older and more mature now. The way he wasn’t but wished he had been when they broke up. “After that performance, beautiful,” he sighed with a shake of his head. “M’surprised she didn’t poison him.”

“He didn’t even like her oatmeal raisin and white chocolate chip cookies,” she grumbled bitterly.

“Kitten,” he tutted. “How could you let that continue?” He joked, nudging her playfully.

She turned on her side, their faces inches apart on the same pillow. “Thank you for being here for me,” she whispered.

“There’s no where else I want t’be, beautiful,” he promised.

“I didn’t realize how much I missed you. It’s sad this is what it took.”

He leaned forward, pressed his lips to her forehead and let the kiss linger there. “Do y’want me t’sleep on the floor?”

“No,” she shook her head. “This is the first night I’ve felt tired in months. You have to stay here if you want me to sleep through the night.”

“If you’re sure,” he reached for the bedside lamp and turned it off. He didn’t want to change into different clothes or anything. He just wanted to be there for her.

“This is also your hotel room that I invited myself into," she reminded him.

He grinned at her in the dark. “You’ve always had an open invitation, t’me, kitten,” he brought her closer toward him, kissing the top of her head.

There would be about a thousand and one things to discuss after the funeral. But right then it was late, and they needed to sleep because the day was going to bring more exhaustion and sadness that was inevitable. “Did you mean it?” She whispered quietly after Harry thought she had fallen asleep.

“Mean what, beautiful?” He murmured.

“You’ll never go?”

He nodded. “Mmm,” he hummed inhaling the scent of her shampoo. “I meant it,” his words were slurred with sleep and she knew it because she had heard it in his voice hundreds of times in their time together. He was on the brink of dreaming and her mind was reeling.

“Mom wanted us to get back together,” she whispered. “For ages. She had our graduation picture on the fridge,” she explained. “When I was taking care of her these last few months and he was useless, she kept mentioning you. Told me it wasn’t too late to start over. I guess... I guess this was one way she thought she could bring us back together.”

There was no response because Harry had fallen asleep, and she was close behind. She brought the hand that held his to her lips and kissed his fingers inhaling the comforting smell of him as she finally felt like sleep.

“Your mum was the best,” he mumbled. “She brought you into this world, just for me t’find you.”

The words were lost in her mind, her throat, and her aching heart. But she liked to believe that Harry knew already because he was there, and he wasn’t planning on leaving again.

“We can start over, beautiful. M’not going anywhere,” he whispered one more time as sleep overtook her tired mind.

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Mutual Help | #34

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

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"Jungkook!" It's like the sweetest melody to him, to hear her angelic voice as she falls apart underneath him and his fingers, his lips preparing kisses on her neck to coax her through an orgasm.

He pulls out his fingers out of her heat, wiping them against his sweatpants as he watches her chest heave with quickened pace. Kiko's eyes open as she smiles at Jungkook, sitting up before she delivers a kiss to his lips.

"I love you," she whispers, looking into his doe eyes while he stares at her as if he hasn't just fingered her.

He wasn't planning any of this. It happened naturally, just two of them cuddling on Jungkook's bed while they talked about their day. It started with a kiss and none of them told the other to stop. He doesn't regret it and is happy that no dark thoughts erupted in his mind while he kept his attention on the woman in front of him – his girlfriend.

It's no lie he was scared whenever they'd become more intimate, wondering if he's going to think about someone else touching her. But as soon as his lips met hers, he couldn't think about anything else but the desperation and love he feels for her. Maybe she doesn't deserve him, like you said and deep down Jungkook knows that too, but heart wants what it wants. He doesn't want to spend the rest of his life and their relationship analyzing all the things they're doing and keep happening between them.

"We don't have to go any further, if you're not ready."

Jungkook doesn't realize he's slightly frowning, letting her hands caress his chest. Embarrassingly but quite naturally, his hardened dick draws too much attention, something that's been caused by him being so close to her. Jungkook is a man, that much is certain and understandable, so it's only reasonable for him to pop up a boner. He's got his own needs and to be honest, jerking off in the shower is becoming boring and not enough.

"Are you ready?" Caring as always, Jungkook asks her as his brown eyes flicker to her own as she sucks in breath, growing emotional at how good of a man he is.

"Yes," she simply says, even though there are thousands of words she'd rather say. "But this is mostly about you, Kookie. We can wait." she smiles at him, giving him that bit of courage in case he's contemplating whether to say yes or no.

And he doesn't understand it. He doesn't understand how such a sweet girl full of love and compassion when it comes to everyone around her, especially when it comes to Jungkook, could've hurt him so much.

Jungkook asked for time and Kiko fully respects it, never doing the first move for them to grow closer like they used to be. She doesn't want to do anything Jungkook might be uncomfortable with and she'll give him as much time as he needs. No matter how much she wants to go back to how they were. And it took a long time for her to realize that maybe they will never be like they used to be.

"I don't wanna wait," he says softly, cupping her hands that are placed over his chest, stealing a kiss from her. "I wanna move further, be closer to you." he says once he slightly pulls away.

He hears her gasp, tears pooling in her eyes as she kisses him again. She reaches for his sweatpants, already ready to cup his hardened length but he shakes his head, detaching their mouths. He's met with her scared eyes, scared because she thinks she did something wrong or maybe misread the situation. Jungkook sees that and rushes to explain himself.

"I just want to feel you. I can't wait." he murmurs against her mouth, noticing how she nods and helps him undress himself.

Jungkook has always had a very fit body, has maintained it with diets and by him spending his free time in the gym, working out whenever he had the time. But ever since she had the opportunity to see him like this, Jungkook's body gained more muscles and a couple of tattoos. Seeing her gulping at the sight of his abs, he grows more confident and even smirks down at her as he takes off all of his clothes.

The couple keeps kissing, Kiko's hands touching Jungkook's body like it's the first time she ever gets to do it. When she sneakily wraps her hand around his length, he's losing it already reaching for his nightstand. She doesn't question his choice, completely understanding it by more than one reason. Jungkook notices the guilt on her face, knowing exactly why she's reacting like that. Their relationship had been so close, full of trust that they'd go bare a few times. They both would get tested every few months, just to be sure and Kiko's been taking birth control since she was a teen. The level of trust they had with each other was specimen. To see him reaching out for a condom box, even though she knows he was surely intimate with you too, reminds her that some things really changed. But can she blame him or be shocked? No. She's not. More like disappointed with herself.

"I love you." she reminds him as she watches him roll the condom down his length, his dark eyes glancing at her as he smiles.

He hovers over her, one arm holding himself not to crash her while the other one goes down to his length. "I love you too." he tells her, kissing her as he slowly enters her.

It's unbelievable how all the memories and bad feelings are gone, and all he can remember are the good times when they were connected like this countless times, proving their young love.

"Miss, with all due respect, I don't think you should drive right now." The paramedic tells you for the third time, the poor guy growing impatient and maybe slightly annoyed by your stubbornness. The other man, the driver, sitting in the driver's seat lets out a sigh behind you but decides to stay quiet. All he does is react with annoyed sighs. Asshole.

"But I'm fine," you almost whine, heart still beating from the fact you had a car accident but luckily haven't harmed anyone else. However, you're glad you're alive and made it out with a wound to your temple which isn't that bad. It hurts but not to the point you couldn't handle it. You just hit it pretty hard and it caused a small cut to pierce your skin. Luckily, there are no stitches needed.

He gently taps the bandaid that secures your wound causing you to hiss, ignoring the knowing look from the middle aged man.

By the time you've realized you're alive and very much lucky that your car didn't collide with someone else's, somebody already called an ambulance. Apparently, they have to check you even though you assured them you're fine but the blood slowly dripping down your cheek said otherwise. It's just blood, you naively thought but then agreed to let them examine you. You don't want to risk anything, but you don't think it's that serious to the point you couldn't drive. And you're lucky there hasn't been a need to call the police, since this hasn't been a fender bender situation.

"It's just a small wound." you tell him, looking at your car that's parked on the side of the road, almost mockingly staring at you while you're sitting in the ambulance.

"Yes, but you hit your head pretty hard and some symptoms of something more serious can show later. I don't advise you to drive. Look, we can get your car towed. You said it yourself that you panicked because you were shocked," Fuck you and your big mouth. In your defense, there wasn't much that you could've said instead. "I advise you to call someone to pick you up. Do you have someone you could call to come get you?"

Sighing, somewhere in the corner of your freaking stubbornness, you know the man is probably right. He has no reason to lie to you and fake his worry about you. He's a professional, probably experienced and seen countless similar situations like this one. However, you do think he's making a big deal out of this. You've been barely harmed and you haven't harmed anyone, nor damaged your car. For the sake of yourself, and maybe the fact this man has warm eyes but looks stern and is probably thinking you're some dumbass, you don't even tell him that the reason you panicked is not just the driver's fault who was stopping at a red light at the last chance. You don't mention you mainly panicked because you know your car is old and you don't feel so safe in it anymore. This, what just happened is totally your fault and you don't need anyone else to scold you for that, when you're already doing that for yourself.

"But what about my car?" you pathetically ask, trying to give him a reason to let you be and don't worry about you.

"We'll get it towed to your address. Your car is gonna be completely fine." he assures you, earning another sigh of desperation as you hug your jacket closer to yourself.

The first person that comes to your mind to save your ass is Jungkook, of course. Not only because he's usually the one getting you out of trouble (not that you get into trouble often), but he's also the only person that is probably very much awake and not getting ready for bed.

Who else would you call? Taehyung? He's probably asleep and he doesn't even own a car. Jimin is a person you can rely on, he's the actual definition of sweetheart and would come whenever you'd ask him to. But it's Monday and he works in an office, and he usually works overtime a lot. And he's too worried for his own good, you don't need him to panic as soon as you explain what happened to you. Jungkook will surely freak out too, you know how he gets whenever the subject is about you and your safety. But right now, he's the only logical solution and you're more leaning towards him, knowing that after all he's been the first person to come to your mind.

So you pull out your phone, glancing at the paramedic that tries to hide his relief of you listening to him. You purse your lips, knowing shit is about to go down once Jungkook picks up the phone. But he doesn't respond at the first try, your free hand rubbing your unharmed temple as you dial his phone number again.

This is why you didn't want to call anyone, you're just burdening someone's Monday.

Jungkook feels like a teen again. Almost as if he just lost his virginity and can brag to his friends about it, not that he has ever done that in the first place. Nor is he the type to brag about such an intimate thing to his friends. He used to be the shy type, not joining whenever the topic of girls swallowed the group of his teen friends.

This is not some kind of accomplishment but he can't help how content he feels right now. The moment they just shared was so beautiful, like all the times they made love. Jungkook has forgiven her a long time ago but to have it confirmed that he hasn't felt any bitter feelings during it, makes his heart more at ease. It has been such a special and emotional moment between the couple, only they can understand it. The sex full of tears, cries of pleasure and love, along with emotions.

His smile beams as he walks out of the bathroom, drying off his hair with a small white towel. The sound of Kiko continuing to shower in peace can be heard from the distance, until Jungkook's phone starts vibrating on the nightstand. His brows plunge into a frown in confusion, wondering who's calling this late. He walks up to it, towel still securely wrapped around his lower waist as he sees your name flashing on the screen. Along with the flower emoji you insisted on because apparently, you're a 'delicate flower' as you called yourself.

He chuckles at the memory and you without you even knowing, reaching for his phone as he doesn't hesitate to take the call.

"What's up, delicate flower?" he jokes, throwing the small towel he used for his hair over his shoulder.

"Hey, Kook," He hears you sigh, his grin dropping slightly. "Where are you?"

He's confused by the sudden question, but answers nevertheless. "Home."

"I'm sorry to bother you this late, but could you please come and pick me up?" you ask, somehow sounding pressured and tired at the same time, which only worries him more. You wouldn't call him and ask such a thing if it was something stupid. It's only after your questions he hears distant cars and Seoul's busy traffic.

"What happened? Are you okay?" he asks, already sounding alarmed. "Is it your car?"

"Yeah, something like that." The sigh leaves your mouth again, his head snapping to Kiko who walks into his bedroom already dressed in pajamas. She's smiling but once she sees Jungkook's widened eyes and features twisted in a worry, she stops and looks just as alarmed.

"Send me the address. I'll be there as soon as possible." he tells you, hearing you thanking him before you end the call.

"What happened?" Kiko asks, Jungkook already rushing towards the drawer he keeps his shirt on as he starts putting more clothes on.

"I don't know, I think Y/N is in trouble." he answers quickly, putting on boxers.

His hands move on their own, quick and rushed as he starts putting on the first thing he sees. It's no surprise he even pulls out a black sweatpants, matching the shirt he randomly picked but he could care less about the choice of color for his outfit.

"Trouble?"

"I don't know, she just wants me to pick her up but she had some issues with her car, so I guess something happened with it." he answers quickly, putting on a hood over his wet hair.

There's no time to blow dry it, even though he knows the risks of going out into such cold weather with wet hair.

"Oh my god, I hope she is fine." Kiko says worriedly, handing Jungkook his phone and wallet as he thanks her, already rushing to put on his shoes. The phone vibrates in his pocket, notifying him that you've sent him the address.

She hands him his jacket from the rack, watching him put it on messily before he snatches his car keys off the counter.

"I... don't know when I'll be back. You can go to sleep, if that's what you want... or--"

Kiko notices him rambling, knowing he's in a rush and it causes her to give him a smile, opening the front door for him. "Of course, go. Just please be careful, it's still snowing." she tells worriedly, seeing him nod almost not even present as he runs through the halfway to get into the underground garage to get his car.

It's still snowing. He knows that and maybe that's why he's so worried, remembering today's news where they'd warn the public to be especially careful. He can only hope nothing bad has happened and he'll have to hope for it, until he'll be there and see you himself.

The snow eases a bit but the cold stays, causing you to shiver while you answer the paramedic's questions about your current state. You've decided to sit on the edge of the ambulance between the open back door, so you'll know when Jungkook arrives.

"No head spinning?" he asks, seeing you spaced out for a moment as you shake your head.

You're just tired, managing your own shock while you worry what's going to happen with your car. Will you be able to drive it tomorrow? It should be fine, it was your fault for panicking, not the car's. But also your car isn't in a perfect state. However, you think you're in no position to choose because you rely on your car. You've to get to your work somehow, into the club on weekends as well. It has always been more convenient for you, in terms of distance and time, to use your car rather than public transportation. That's what bothers you the most. Still, you can't really use public transportation during weekends when you're working in a club. No matter how safe South Korea is, traveling by yourself in the middle of night isn't safe, no matter the country.

Black Mercedes stops just right behind your car, coming in a record time considering you called him less than twenty minutes ago. Jungkook walks out, hood of his hoodie draped over his hair, eyes glancing at your parked car on the side of the road before his eyes are already on the ambulance. You barely manage to notice the panic on his bare features because he's already running towards you, noticing you shivering and sitting on the edge of the ambulance.

You know how this must look and knowing Jungkook, just the sight of the ambulance is enough to tick him off.

"Oh my god, what happened?" He runs towards you, cupping your face into his hands as soon as he stops in front of you, eyes wide and filled with worry and horror. You see his eyes drop to your wound, hands delicately touching your cheeks.

"It's not as bad as this whole thing looks," you tell him, motioning with your hand around you. "It's just a scratch."

Jungkook ignores you, obviously having a different opinion about how this looks. "What happened?" He presses again, looking at the paramedic who looks relieved to finally know someone came for you, and you're not going to be that stubborn to drive on your own.

"A mere car accident, sir. No one else has been hurt and the car is undamaged, but she hit her head hard and I think it's better if she doesn't drive. At least until we're sure nothing serious will occur," The man says, Jungkook's eyes focused on him as he has a prominent scowl already plastered on his usually soft features.

You shiver, causing Jungkook to glance at you as he hugs you to his body, your arms automatically wrapping underneath his padded black and warm jacket. The paramedic informs him about your car being towed, saying something about how you agreed with it and luckily doesn't mention your stubbornness. But you barely listen to him, focusing on the warmth radiating from Jungkook's body as you feel his hands stroking your back through your own jacket.

"You're not driving that car again." Jungkook says, your brows raising as you look up at him completely thrown off before you frown.

"Excuse me?" you tell him, growing irritated by his tone and how confident he sounds. It's not any of his business and who does he think he is to tell you what to do?

"You can be glad you got out with a scratch, you could've been in a hospital in a much worse state, maybe even fighting for your own life. Fuck, Y/N, that car is not safe."

You're shocked how mad he sounds all of a sudden, the worry speaking out of him automatically. At the mention of your car not being safe you glance at the man, almost looking guilty, while he raises a brow at you while he shakes his head. Well, now he surely thinks you're a dumbass. Thanks to Jungkook and his mouth.

You glare at Jungkook but he has the audacity to harden his features, completely ignoring your silent warning. "I need a car, Jungkook." you point out through your clenched teeth, unwrapping your arms off him.

"Your life is more important than a fucking car." he almost barks at you, shaking head at your stubbornness.

"You're being dramatic." you tell him, mocking him by shaking your head.

He scoffs, clenching his jaw as he looks like a minute from fuming. You get he's worried about you, you could've predicted he'd act like this once he sees your wound and the fact the ambulance had to come. But you're tired, both physically and mentally and the last thing you need is him scolding you like a kid, even in front of the parademetic that feels the tension and decides to break it.

He clears his throat, gaining both of your and Jungkook's attention. "If there are any symptoms, head spinning, throwing up or anything else. Please, don't hesitate to go to a hospital." he informs you, even glancing at Jungkook as if he's purposely saying it to him.

You're not that stupid to overlook those symptoms if they were happening to you. No matter how much the paramedic and Jungkook think you're stubborn, you wouldn't gamble with your health like that. Everyone is making out of this whole situation a bigger deal than it is.

"Yes, thank you." you tell him, giving him a bow as you stand up, already seeing a man from the tow company approaching.

The paramedic gives the two of you one last glance and nod, shutting the back door. Once everything is settled with your car, you get into Jungkook's while you both sit in silence. He doesn't start the engine right away for some reason, but you're too busy to question it as you sigh in content at the warmth of his car.

"I'm fine, Kook," you mutter, feeling his eyes on you and as you glance at him, you see him looking at you. "I know how it looks but I'm fine."

"What happened? Was it your car?" he asks, worriedly stealing a glance at your wound.

"No, it was me. I was freaking stupid for panicking. Some idiot stopped at the red light at the last minute, I wasn't driving fast but I panicked and my car jerked off the road slightly,"

"Jesus Y/N," Jungkook groans, shutting his eyes at the mention of your car jerking off the road.

"It's not that dramatic!" you exclaim, trying to persuade him that there is no reason to be so worried and dramatic, just like you've told him.

"You could've died!" he exclaims back, his rough voice surprising you as you lean in your seat, nibbling on your bottom lip. You could've died. Okay, that's a bit dramatic, you think. "That's it, I'm lending you my car."

"Don't be ridiculous," you scoff, shaking your head at his absurdity. "You need your car."

And it's a freaking expensive car, you can't risk anything happening to it. You're not a bad driver, you really aren't. Things like what happened to you just now, can happen to anyone, even to the most skillful driver.

"I'll think of something," He sounds determined as he says it, starting the engine. "You're not driving that car again."

You scoff at that, chuckling to yourself at his determination. One of the things about Jungkook, good and bad at the same time, is how much he cares about others. He worries too much, especially when it comes to his closest friends and family. It's a very strong trait of his.

"Bold of you to assume that you can tell me what to do," you mutter, feeling a sudden pang to your chest with regret. You know he's just looking out for you, and you appreciate it with all your heart. There's no one else in this world that cares for you like Jungkook does. But you still think he's being dramatic and overprotective.

His hands around the steering wheel tighten, along with his knuckles that turn white as he tries to control himself. You know he hates nothing more than you talking back at him, something you've been always doing to prove your point.

"Look, I know you were scared and I'm so grateful you came all the way here to pick me up. But I'm alive and even though my car isn't in a perfect state, it's driving okay. I'm the one who caused this accident." you tell him softer this time, seeing his jaw still locked in place as he pokes his inner cheek with his tongue.

It's only now that you notice his wet hair, a guilt growing inside of you. He's here being worried about you, dropping everything to get you and you yell at him for being dramatic. To be fair, he kind of is dramatic and even though you realize the risk and things that could've happened, you'd rather not dwell on that too much. It doesn't do any good and now, it seems like you're holding it for both of you.

"Does it hurt?" he asks softly, pointing towards his temple to hint at your wound.

"A little," you shrug, "But I'm fine." you assure him.

Jungkook seems to be deep in thoughts for the rest of the ride, so you don't dare to start a small-talk, nor you're in the mood. You're tired and you're going to work tomorrow anyway. There's no need for you to stay home. Your car is already parked in the parking lot, a guy already from the tow company is waiting for you to give you back your keys. Once that's everything settled, Jungkook agrees to your invitation to come upstairs but you know it's only because he wants to make sure there's really nothing wrong with you. As much as Jungkook is caring and worries too much, you always make sure not to burden him even more and he knows that. You both know each other, know both's intentions and when you look at each other in the elevator, there are amused smiles on your faces. However, there are no words about it being uttered.

Once the jackets are undressed and boots taken off, the warmth of your home welcomes you as you inform Jungkook you're going to change your clothes quickly. He plops onto your couch lazily, just like he always does because he's comfortable in your home just like you're in his. Thinking about him and the time when you spent a few days at his place, you're sure Jungkook would be an amazing roommate. He loves things neat and clean while he likes to cook and take care of laundry. He's a dream man for every woman. He's also very skilled whenever it comes to man's job around the house. You'll never forget how many times Jungkook changed a light bulb for you, he's changing it whenever you need him to at this point.

When you're back, wearing much more comfortable clothes than your work ones, you find him with a phone in his hands while the screen illuminates his face. Once he sees you're back, he tucks his phone back into the pocket of his sweatpants and looks at you. You notice his hair is almost all dried while you still feel a little bit guilty that he rushed so quickly to come get you.

"What were you doing out so late anyways?" he asks, remembering that underneath your thick jacket you were wearing your work attire which could mean only one thing. You were coming out of work which you confirm with your response.

"I was driving home from work."

"So late? Aren't you usually finishing around five?" he scowls, seeing you nod as you offer him something to drink but he dismisses you with a shake of his head. "Were you working overtime again?"

"Yeah, we had a meeting with customers from Japan and it prolonged." you tell him casually, his scowl still not leaving his face.

"Junho should really stop making you overwork that much." he comments. You do agree with that statement but rather than thinking Junho is that evil guy, you know he got the reason for it.

"Well, it's a very busy season and he wants to make sure everything is settled before the holidays. We got this amazing opportunity to have some of our models to be a part of a fashion show in Japan. Thanks to you, by the way. Your pictures are perfect and caught their eyes, your pictures basically got us this deal." you tell him, and for the first time Jungkook seems to beam at your praise.

"Ah, it's nothing." he waves his hand awkwardly, growing shy all of a sudden and it makes you chuckle.

"It's not nothing, you're an amazing photographer Kook." you tell him honestly, smiling at your best friend that grins cutely as soft 'thank you' leaves his mouth, looking in his lap modestly.

Then he glances at you, his smile falling as his eyes linger on your small wound. You snicker, finding his concern both cute and overdramatic. The lightning of your tripod lamp casts over his clear skin and you silently envy him for that, knowing he keeps his skincare routine minimal. You made him put face masks stored in your bathroom more than once, the amount of funny pictures of the two of you looking ridiculous while wearing them is a decent proof of it.

As Jungkook suddenly sighs, leaning his back against the sofa's back lazily, you notice something peeking underneath his hoodie. The fresh red mark contrasts with the color of his skin. Well, you can't say you're exactly shocked to see hickey adoring his skin. Even though Jungkook doesn't mention Kiko that often, and you know it's because of your opinion about her, however, there are times he just has to mention her. Especially when you ask him how his day was and what he did, his answer usually involves three things. Work, gym and Kiko. It's not like you want him to feel like he has to stop himself from mentioning her. Yes, you're still kind of bitter when it comes to the fact he's dating her again after everything she's done, and it's not going to go away. You know you'll never truly forgive her for hurting Jungkook like that. On the other hand, you're not in a place to 'forgive' her because it's not your relationship and it's Jungkook's decision. But as a best friend and a person who loves to have their own opinion, no matter how much it is not your business, you don't like her around Jungkook.

Jungkook notices your silence, turning his head to look at you as he notices your eyes on his neck. Realization hits him like a wave, he doesn't even hesitate about what you're looking at, his eyes widening as he claps his hand around the mark.

"Ah, it's... nothing." he murmurs, cringing at his repeated sentence and voice that indicates his shock and awkwardness.

You snicker, nudging his arm. "It's a hickey, Jeon. Don't be so weird about it," you chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood especially since he seems to be almost embarrassed that you've seen that.

You and Jungkook are super close, the two of you can talk about anything. He's not a typical female best friend whom you'd talk to about typical girly topics. You're close but there are some things and topics Jungkook wouldn't be able to relate to that much, no matter how much he could try. For example, a period topic. He understands you're bitchy whenever it's that time of the month and has seen you in pain more times than you can count, but it's not a topic you bring up during casual conversations or ever. On the other hand, you're very honest with him and maybe it's because he's the closest to you out of all of your friends. He's a perfect example of a person that you can talk to about anything, and he won't be making fun of you because of it.

Jungkook is the same way. He often talks about things he's doing and things that are closer to him than to you. Stuff like gym, boxing, tattoos and video games. However, one thing Jungkook keeps private is his sexlife. He's never been that open about it, especially not like you were. You practically told him all about your sex life before the deal happened. Mutual help as he calls it. Yet, you've never been too embarrassed to talk to him about it.

Partly, him not talking about it is simply because he respects his partner and doesn't go around telling anyone how the sex is. Or his sex life in general. Maybe there were a few remarks about jerking off but he usually doesn't bring it up. He believes it's a topic that is private for him and is comfortable with not talking about it with anyone that he's not intimate with.

Glancing at his hickey, it seems like the world is laughing at you. Here you are, sexually frustrated and even got into a car accident. You want to laugh at yourself, at the absurdity of the situation.

"At least one of us is getting laid." you shrug, stating casually while trying to find at least some kind of light in this tricky situation. Even though the thought of Kiko touching him and being close to him this way again makes you want to vomit. She's beautiful, hot even but that doesn't mean her actions don't speak louder.

"Y/N!" Jungkook gasps, chuckling as he shakes his head at you.

"What? I'm just saying," you shrug again effortlessly, laying back to make yourself comfortable. "This girl has her own needs too." you joke hearing him snicker.

"How bad have you hit your head?" he asks, teasing you as he pats the top of your head as if you were a dog.

You swat his hand away, playfully glaring at him before you sigh. "Shut up, I'm just being honest." you murmur.

"Try tinder or something." Jungkook suggests, met with a raise of your brow as you disapprovingly shake your head.

"Yeah, try that for yourself," you grumble, annoyed at his teasing bunny grin. "I'm busy anyways. I don't have time to go and look around for guys. And I don't want that anyway, I want things to happen naturally. I don't wanna pressure myself that I have to find someone to date, just so I'll have a boyfriend. You know what I mean?"

Frankly, Jungkook knows what you mean. He always did.

"Of course," he murmurs, poking you in your cheek when he sees you pout which you grumble, causing him to laugh.

The two of you talk for a few minutes, Jungkook deciding to give it a night when he sees you yawning every few minutes. He doesn't forget to voice out his concern about your car, saying that you're more than capable and independent to decide on your own. But you know he would rather set your car on fire.

"I'm sorry." you tell him leaning against your front door, bidding Jungkook a goodbye as you watch his brows frown in confusion.

"Sorry about what?"

"For calling you late. I'm sure you had other plans tonight." you tell him, the hickey long hidden underneath the hoodie and his jacket.

"Don't apologize for that," he says with a frown, "I'm just glad you're okay."

And you feel how honest he is. No matter how many times you tell yourself that you don't agree with his decision, hoping he'd decided differently. You know the least thing you can do is respect it for all the things he has done for you from the beginning of your friendship.

There's only one Jungkook and you should be thankful that he's in your life, regardless of what decision the two of you have made or make.

The wound decorating, mockingly said so, your temple doesn't look better the next day. It was expected but there still had been a little hope when you woke up that it wouldn't look as bad. It turns out it looks even worse in the morning when light and sun illuminate the sky. As if it wasn't enough, there is already a bruise creating around the wound looking as if you got beaten up.

You don't care about the bruise, knowing it'll go away at some point along with the pain from the impact of yesterday night. However, you know what to expect as soon as you make it to work. Turns out you're right once again, met with countless worried and shocked expressions from your co-workers but also people you've never talked to, or never realized they work in there too. None of those expressions have been genuine and being in this industry for some time, knowing some of those people, you know they just want the latest gossip and are too curious for their own good.

By the time you come up to your floor, you lose count how many people have asked you what happened to you and faked their concern. The answer is simple and the same every time; 'Just a small accident' is what you say with a tight smile that shows your discomfort, but none of them cares. They're too nosy to be more empathic and to leave you alone.

The only person you expect to actually leave you alone and show you no interest is none other than Yoongi. As much as he proved himself to be annoying, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong (considering all the teasing about Jungkook that he's been doing), you don't actually expect him to care about your little scratch. There couldn't be anything done with it and even though you've put some concealer on the new bruise, it's still pretty much visible. The odds are not in your favor when you notice him across the room, sporting that annoyed look he has every time someone talks to him before he gets to drink all of his iced Americano. But then he looks at you, eyes slightly widening when he sees the bruise but as it came, it's gone before he excuses himself. Surely using you as an excuse not to talk to Sophia who usually needs something when she's talking to someone. You notice her annoyed expression before she walks away with an annoyed puff, smirk curling on Yoongi's lips when he hears it but is luckily turned with his back to her, so she hasn't seen it. Not that Yoongi would actually care if she had seen it.

"Clumsy much?" he jokes, walking towards you looking even more pleased when he sees your narrowed eyes in annoyance. "Did you trip over something or what?"

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at his childishness, debating whether you should strangle or just ignore him. "I had a car accident, you idiot. At least you can pretend to be concerned like everyone else in this building." you grumble at him, attentively looking at his features.

He does look surprised at the new information, surely the news hasn't made it to this floor yet. You know he perfectly understood your words and the hidden meaning behind them. He had shoulder surgery last year and everyone faked their concern about him, just like they're doing with you right now.

You watch his features twist into worry, mouth opened agape as he lets out a dramatic gasp. For a second, you're actually believing he's concerned but then he sets his mouth free and your surprise drops. "Oh my god, is the car okay?" he asks, still faking his concern.

You can't help it but find him funny, chuckling at his absurdity as you shake your head at him. "Fuck off." you tell him, seeing him giving you an amused grin.

"You good?" he asks, tone dropping as he tries to act neutral.

The little smirk appearing on your lips gets ignored by him. "Yeah, I'm good. Hurts a bit but I'm fine."

He nods almost awkwardly, clearing his throat as he looks around the room for a moment. "I'm just asking because Yejun is gone for this weekend again. So if you're not coming to your Saturday shift, you'll have to let me know so I can find someone else to replace you."

You're not sure if he just found an excuse to ask about your condition, but you don't even think about it. When it comes to Yoongi, there are moments where it's better not to overthink his actions and just let him be.

You've got more important things to deal with, like your job. Two jobs that you need and the mention of Yoongi possibly thinking you won't be coming this Saturday to work at the club, you're quick to jump into action. "No, I'm coming." you tell him, met with a puzzled look as he glances at your bruise for a second.

He looks a little baffled at your sudden appearance and the determination to come to work, but doesn't comment on it. "Don't be late." he grumbles, leaving you standing in the middle of the room as he walks away.

The rest of the week rolls quite quickly, the busyness of Junho's demands is just enough to keep you exactly that – busy. Your bruise gets even worse, having shades of red, green and yellow. It takes ten more minutes to your usual morning routine to cover at least some of it. It doesn't hurt that much and you're completely fine, which you're trying to assure Jungkook every day. That man spams you with messages every day, asking you how you're doing and bringing up his car all the time. He's too determined to lend you his car, but you're also determined to turn him down on that offer. On the other note, it's better you don't get to see him face to face, the last time he's seen you was when he came to pick you up, the night of the accident. If he saw your ugly bruise, you'd have to listen to him scolding you all over again.

Good thing he doesn't know about your car being in a car service again. It broke down in the middle of the week, leaving you with no other choice than to use public transport. That adds at least another hour to your morning routine, so not only do you have to take the time to cover your bruise, you also have to wake up earlier to get to work just in time. He'd freak out if he knew you're going off the work alone and late at night.

To say it this way – this week has been one hell of a week and despite you've been barely home, going there just to wash yourself and go to sleep, the last thing you want is to lock yourself there and be all alone. A drink sounds good now and that's why you sit on a bar stool, after changing yourself back to the clothes you came here wearing.

Yoongi looks shocked to still see you there, wondering why the hell aren't you going home when your shift has ended. It's written all over his face and he tells you exactly that, leaning against a bar with furrowed brows.

"I need a drink," you simply tell him, ordering one of the drinks that are written on the menu on the black board behind him. You recognize that drink as a popular pick amongst women that come here.

Yoongi looks a little baffled but goes to mix your drink anyways. "Aren't you driving?" he asks once he's done, passing the drink in front of you.

"Thanks," you tell him, your gratitude and politeness ignored by him as he waits for your answer. "No, my car is in a car service... again."

He's amazing at hiding his reactions when he wants to and he's even better at staying neutral, so you can't tell if he already knew about you not driving to work or not. The truth is, he didn't know. He doesn't pay you that much attention and it's not like he goes around the huge parking lot, looking for your car.

"You're going home by bus?" he asks. You fight the urge to tease him, deciding to leave it for now. It's nice to have a casual conversation, something that doesn't contain work or Jungkook's overdramatic ideas of lending you his car.

"Cab," you answer him simply, your answer followed by a shrug. "I don't feel like waiting at a bus stop in this weather late at night."

He doesn't say anything for a moment, interrupted by one of the customers as he goes back to work. You sit there with your thoughts, enjoying the drink that has hints of pineapple, vodka and something else that tastes sweet and fights the strong taste of alcohol. Yoongi is great at mixing drinks, however you let that praise to yourself and enjoy the drink instead. By the time you barely get to finish your drink, a third guy approaches you trying to buy you a drink as you politely decline. From the corner of your eyes you notice Yoongi glancing at your way, always making sure the customers aren't uncomfortable. It's something you've noticed ever since Yoongi replaced Yejun's absence. You understand why Yejun trusts his brother with his club, knowing it's in good hands while he's away.

"Listen, I'm not interested. I can buy myself a drink." you huff at the man, wondering why they keep coming when all you're wearing are a pair of jeans with a random hoodie you pulled out of your closet today. There are dozens of women wearing short and tight dresses, looking way more appealing than you and your bruise and kind of horrendous outfit.

The man huffs annoyingly, ego hurt by your somehow polite but still bitter decline of him buying you a drink. Free drink would sound nice but you know you'd never get rid of him if you agreed. He wasn't even your type.

"Damn, for a minute I thought I should step in but you got it handled." Yoongi jokes, approaching you as you hand him the empty glass and order another one.

"I got everything handled, Min," you assure him, pursing your lips in amusement as he grins and starts mixing you your second drink. You're not going to lie, it strokes your ego a little bit knowing guys are coming up to you even when you look... like this. On the other side, they all seem drunk and you know that kind of type of man. Looking for someone to sleep with tonight.

Once Yoongi hands you your second drink, he goes up to Mark and talks to him for a second. You pull your phone out of the pocket of your jeans, trying to entertain yourself for a moment by opening an Instagram app. You look at your friends' and people you follow stories, noticing Jungkook posted something too. You're not surprised at the mention of Kiko's account as he snapped a simple picture of a pizza box, captioning his Insta Story with 'pizza saturday night' with Kiko's username. Your curiosity gets the best out of you and you click onto her profile. Let's not act as if you weren't stalking her Instagram account from time to time. Well, you wouldn't call it stalking... more like observing because you're curious. Most of her pictures are of her wearing nice outfits or simple selfies showing her beauty. You notice Hoseok in some pictures too but the newest one she posted just an hour ago catches your attention right away. How could it not when it's your best friend, those doe eyes staring at you as he's biting into pizza, staring at the camera with wide eyes and teeth digging into pizza. You recognize the background as Jungkook's apartment, being there too many times not to recognize it straight away.

She simply captioned the picture with a single black heart, sparking an annoyance inside of you. Not from jealousy, but from the fact she doesn't deserve him. Do all her friends that commented on that picture or even liked it know that she cheated? They surely don't. There are only a very few people who know and it's not something to brag about.

Too interested in the picture and annoyed at Jungkook's girlfriend, you don't notice someone else approaching you until you see a movement beside you in the corner of your eyes. Yoongi plops on the bar stool next to you, shamelessly staring at your screen as you glare at him, locking the phone and stuffing it back into your pocket.

"Stalking your boyfriend, I see." he teases, causing you to glare at him again as you roll your eyes. Stalking is a bit of a strong word.

"Get lost," you grumble at him, "I wasn't stalking."

"Mhm," he hums, pouring himself a shot of vodka as you stare at him with wide eyes. Isn't he working? "The club is closing soon and I feel like you need some company. You've been more grumpy lately, more than usual actually."

Scoffing, you bite your tongue not to deny his assumption because in a way, he's right. You wouldn't say you're grumpy, or more grumpy like he said, you just have a lot on your mind. "Are you sure your company is the one I need?" you respond, taking a sip of your drink as he grins at you.

"What other option do you have?" He motions around him and you look behind you, noticing almost everyone shitfaced as the club is slowly emptying. Even the music isn't as loud as it had been before.

"Go home, so I don't have to sit here with you?" you deadpan, seeing him snorting at you as a grin makes a way to your lips. In other scenarios, if it were with a different person sitting next to you, you'd tell yourself you're rude and shouldn't have responded like that. But you also know it's Yoongi and he treats you the same way. It's just the way you both are with each other.

His own grin tells you that he's not offended, more like amused by your response.

"I'm surprised," he starts, catching your attention once again as you glance at him.

His dark hair almost touches the top of his eyes, the club lights creating shadows on his pale skin as he puts down the empty glass. When did he drink it all?

"Your best friend left quite an impression on Junho, haven't seen that in a while."

You realize, this is the first time he hasn't called Jungkook your boyfriend, but a best friend instead. Deciding it's better not to comment on that, liking that he's not calling him that or teasing you for it.

"Yeah, the pictures turned out great." you nod. There's no doubt Jungkook did an amazing job, everyone in the company knows it and Yoongi is aware of that too. And you're not saying it because Jungkook is your friend.

"I heard thanks to his pictures it got us a deal with Rakuten," Yoongi says, surprisingly sounding casually and quite impressed which is a nice change from the constant bickering and teasing the two of you don't seem to let you.

In your defense, it's not your fault. He's the one who started to be annoying, you're just looking after yourself. Even though his behavior is still irritating, pretty much sparking a new kind of irritation inside of you that you never knew you've got in the first place, it's not as bad as you thought it is and you got used to it. Still, there are times you'd rather strangle him than put up with his annoying ass.

You agree with him, saying that Jungkook is very skillful in many things, photographing being one of them. However, you refrain yourself from praising Jungkook any further, not wanting to give him another reason to think you're obsessed with your best friend or anything similarly absurd that Yoongi seems to be thinking or wanting to tease you about. Despite Yoongi's determination to call Jungkook your boyfriend, even though he surely knows that's not true, there's something telling you he's doing it to purely tease you.

Still, the credit goes mainly to Jungkook, thanks to him the models from your agency get to walk on the runway in Japan. It's the biggest talk of this week (it's even more interesting than your car accident) which you're thankful for.

"So, has the lover boy got back to his ex?"

You don't expect Yoongi to ask such a thing, nor remember the information you've told him some time ago. But then again, it just confirms the assumption about him being attentive and remembers things even if he acts like he doesn't.

"Yeah," you murmur, scrunching your nose a little bit before you can control your reaction, knowing very well he's looking at you. "He's probably getting some as we're speaking." That makes him laugh, an actual laugh leaves his mouth as he reaches over the bar for the bottle of vodka to pour himself another shot.

"You sound jealous." Yoongi comments, mistaking your reaction as you snicker under your breath.

"That he's getting some? Maybe," you admit, the alcohol getting into your head is giving you more courage and you feel more comfortable admitting such a thing in front of him. "Jealous that he got back to his ex? Nope."

Yoongi doesn't spare you a glance, frowning at the glass as he pours himself a shot but you know he's listening to you as he nods. "You do sound a little bitter about it though."

"Yeah, because she's a bitch." you almost spit, taking a sip of your drink before you can let the anger consume you knowing it's mainly the alcohol that makes you so loose-lipped.

"Is she really?" he asks, surprised, gulping the alcohol as if it's nothing and just plain water causing you to cringe. You can smell the vodka on his breath, wondering how he's not already gagging at the taste.

"Yeah, no," you answer quickly, confusing yourself as you shake your head. "I don't know," you sigh, met with Yoongi's dumbfounded look he's giving you.

Well, you do sound dumb right now but it's the confusion and your brain trying to find a way to explain it to him. You don't want to reveal such information about Kiko cheating on Jungkook. Not because you want to protect her, but because you feel sorry for Jungkook. You don't want Yoongi to acknowledge him as a guy that got cheated on. At the same time, it's not your place to tell that to anyone. It's a respectful thing to do for your best friend. Maybe if it wasn't Jungkook, you wouldn't mind that much. Hell, if it wasn't Jungkook and someone else, Jungkook would be the first person you reveal such information.

"The thing is..." you start, finishing your drink as you silently plead Yoongi for making you another one. He sighs, disappointed that you want such a thing from him when you're about to explain yourself.

Too lazy to do it himself, he calls at Mark and gives him an instruction to make you the drink, ignoring your raised brow as he stares at you, telling you to continue.

"She hurt him very badly. I don't think she deserves him." you tell him simply.

For a moment, Yoongi sits while being turned your way, waiting for you to say something else but then when he realizes that's all you wanted to say, his shoulders slouch in a mere disappointment as he gives you an unimpressed look.

"What? What did you expect?" you exclaim, laughing a little at his reaction.

"I don't know? Some juicy stuff? Just when I thought you've got something interesting to say." You know he's partly joking when the corner of his mouth twitches and he tries to hide it by looking away, but you notice it feigning a gasp.

"I'm an interesting person for your information," you clarify, pursing your lips when he gives you an amused smirk. "I am!" you exclaim, causing him to laugh as your laugh is followed right behind his.

"Okay, Ms. Interesting," he scoffs, grinning at you. "You're weird." he comments suddenly, causing you to think about it for a second.

You've never considered yourself to be weird. Okay, there are a few moments when you think you're weird but you wouldn't consider yourself as that. "I'm not weird. What do you mean?" you frown, staring at him in confusion.

Mark places the drink in front of you, smiling when you thank him as he leaves the two of you alone. You notice a lot of people already left but there are still a few people dancing on the dance floor and lingering around, too drunk to stand up and leave. Casual Saturday night.

"Well, you have a best friend that somehow became your fuck buddy, except he's not that anymore. Then he gets back to his ex and you're bitter about it, not only that. You're also bitter that his sex life is better than yours." he explains, somehow looking amused again as you see you dumbfoundedly staring in front of you as you let his words sink in.

"Okay, maybe I'm a little weird," you murmur, making him laugh as you scoff, nudging his shoulder. "Oh, shut up. Also, I'm not bitter that he got back with her. Bitter isn't the word I'd describe myself as. I think annoyed and disappointed is a better description. One, because he's my best friend and I care about him. Two, she probably isn't totally a bad person but she hurt him. Three, he's freaking stupid for letting her back into his life when he deserves better."

Your chest heaves by the time you're done, realizing that those words got out of you in an instant but fuck, does it feel good. Just the fact you told Yoongi out of all people is beyond you.

Just when you expect him to tease you about it, or comment on it somehow, he actually has something rational to say.

"Love makes people do crazy things."

"Yeah, he's like a lost puppy when it comes to her." you murmur, shaking your head at your best friend as you gulp all of your drink.

Yoongi stares at you amusingly. "What about that part of his sex life being better than yours?"

"That part," you start, "is true." you laugh at yourself.

He doesn't mock you like you expect him to. "Well, to your better sex life." he says nonchalantly, however sporting that annoying smirk as he clinks your glasses together.

You'll gladly toast to that, hoping it'll bring you at least some kind of luck.

You're not sure how much time has passed, you haven't checked nor do you care that much. Somehow, you still haven't grown tired or annoyed by Yoongi's presence and actually found it quite intriguing considering you're not in each other's hair. Maybe it's the amount of alcohol you've drank, and the mentioned substance is responsible for Yoongi being talkative more than usual. You both talk about things that don't really matter, still kind of non-personal but you consider it as a success nevertheless.

What's more shocking is the fact that the nightclub located in Itaewon is empty and already closed. It's just you and Yoongi, bonding over drinks that you've lost count. You're not that drunk, just enough to blubber while you're not sure if Yoongi is even listening to you or just acting as if he is.

You're careful not to get completely wasted, and for the first time this week you feel yourself relaxing. Yoongi seems fine too, maybe a little bit lazier than usual but maybe it's because he seems to be more relaxed. He still sticks to vodka, too lazy to make you drink again so you're left with no other choice than to do shots with him. It's your second one, the burning taste of the first one is still fresh on your tongue.

"So, are you and Mark still hooking up?" you ask after a moment of silence, remembering Mark's flushed cheeks and the noticeable shy look he was giving Yoongi the other day.

"What, you interested?" He can't help but tease you, earning the expected roll of your eyes. Is he asking about himself or Mark? Not that it matters, they both aren't exactly ugly.

"As if," you huff, "Just curious." you murmur against the class of your coke, needing a little break before taking the shot in front of you.

It's weird to be in a nightclub that's completely empty, no loud music blasting in your ears. It's kind of relaxing. You almost laugh at your thoughts, momentarily distracted from your conversation with Yoongi because he's taking his time to respond.

"No, we're not. I ended it." He decides to answer. You get the feeling he revealed something he's not sure he wanted to reveal, but he doesn't seem to be too bothered as he takes a sip of his own coke and reaches for the salted chips he pulled from one of the cabinets.

"Why?" you ask, wondering if you aren't being too nosy but you don't get that many chances to pry. And there aren't that many times you're this nosy about him and his life. You can't believe him and Mark hooked up. Not because they're both men, it's not that. Not at all. But somehow the information of Yoongi hooking up with his brother's employee is quite shocking. You're not even sure why.

"I had a feeling Mark is catching feelings, so I ended it before it could end up with a heartbreak." he explains bluntly, as if he wasn't speaking about someone's feelings. Surprisingly, rather than thinking that Yoongi is being cold it's not that thought that crosses your mind.

Despite you and Yoongi working together, you're not super close and don't consider him as your friend. He definitely doesn't consider you as his friend. Somehow the two of you always end up talking (or bickering is a more accurate word). But you think he sounds so blunt because that's who he is. He doesn't show his emotions that much and it's okay. It's hard to tell what he's thinking. And you mean by this is, that instead of thinking that he's cold towards Mark you realize that he put his feelings first. You realize he didn't want to hurt him. Yoongi's words of not wanting to date remind themselves in the back of your mind, making sense why he ended it.

"Did you tell him you're not interested in dating?" you ask, reaching for some chips too as you munch on the salty snack.

"Of course," he almost scoffs, as if you asking this question is ridiculous. "When two people are hooking up, it's bound that one of them always catches feelings sooner or later." he states, surely of his statement as you can't help but disagree.

"That's not true," you shake your head, "Me and Jungkook hooked up and none of us caught feelings."

Yoongi chuckles at that, causing you to frown. What's funny? "Either one of you did or you're both lying to yourselves."

You roll your eyes at that. Again. Another person who thinks you and Jungkook can't stay friends without being in love. To be honest, not all friends hooked up together but your situation is different. You and Jungkook are different, and you're the only ones who understand that. To other people it seems weird, sometimes you can't believe you had sex with your best friend. Many times to be exact. But then you remember when you did have sex and how it felt. And you don't regret it.

"I know it's hard to believe and hard to get through your thick head," You ignore the glare he sends your way, "But Jungkook is very much in love with his ex, well, girlfriend now. Trust me, he doesn't think of me that way or any other women at that."

He stares at you for a moment, you recognize confusion coating his dark and sharp eyes as he shakes his head with a sigh. "Then it's just a matter of time."

"Oh my god, stop," you groan, "Women and men can be friends without being in love. You sound like our friends. You guys just don't get our friendship."

"I'm not saying women and men can't be friends. Okay, maybe you aren't in love with each other. But if you had continued fucking, I'm almost certain one of you would catch feelings," He sounds determined, believing his words as you think it through.

You don't even think of Jungkook that way. It's impossible. He doesn't think of you that way and your friendship is too precious. Before you can think about it any further, you shake your head to shake them off.

"Maybe I'm wrong. I just speak out of my experience. Every person I've been with, I was always straightforward that I'm not interested in a relationship. And it always ended up with someone getting too attached."

"By someone I presume you mean the other person?" Yoongi isn't the type to get attached, especially when he's too determined to let the person he's about to hook-up to know he's not interested in anything further than sex.

"Yes," he answers, shrugging slightly. "Maybe it's just my bad luck." he tries to joke, actually mustering a tiny smile of amusement from you in return.

"Well, me and Jungkook are different. I know it sounds impossible, considering your experience but I don't think it justifies every person who hooks up with someone else. I mean... there are people who just fuck and don't fall in love." you tell him.

He thinks it through for a moment, pursing his lips slightly before he gives you a brief nod. "You're right."

"Oh my, did you just tell me I'm actually right?" you joke, nudging him slightly to his side as he sneers at you.

"Oh, shut up," he mocks you, "But, you've to admit. There aren't many best friends that fuck too. Besides, the two of you looked like a fucking couple."

"Yeah, so I heard," you chuckle. You've heard that quite often from your friends. "I guess we both were lonely. Is it weird that we're completely fine even though we fucked and were too affectionate during that time?"

Perhaps Yoongi isn't the right person to ask that, or even let him judge it in the first place, but you still voice your thoughts wanting to hear his opinion.

"Weird? Fuck yes," he chuckles, noticing the way you shift on your spot with a little frown. "But like you said, only you and him understand each other. I'm just telling you how it looked from an outer perspective."

You nod, pursing your lips in thought as silence overtakes the two of you. If you've seen two best friends suddenly kissing each other and being too touchy in public, you would think there's more between them than just friendship or them being friends with benefits. You kind of get why Yoongi thought you're dating him. No, you definitely get it.

"If he didn't get back to his ex, would you still fuck him?"

The straightforward question surprises you a bit, your mouth opening in shock as you stare at Yoongi who looks genuinely curious, as if he is testing something. Like you said, it's hard to see what he thinks.

Would you still fuck Jungkook if he haven't gotten back to Kiko? Probably. Oh, who are you kidding. Of course you fucking would. The sex with Jungkook has been a wild ride that haunts you till this day. As absurd or weird this sounds, considering Jungkook is your best friend, you wish you had at least one last chance to let him pound you. You said what you said. It definitely has something to do with your sex frustration and knowing Jungkook is a literal beast in bed doesn't help.

Fucking Kiko is probably having the sex of her life right now. It pisses you off. Couldn't Jungkook be average in bed? Does he have to be so fucking attractive? Which you always knew, but now knowing what his abs feel like under your touch or how his dick looks is something you didn't know a few months ago.

"Shamelessly, I'm saying yes," you tell him, ignoring the rush of heat that spreads on your cheeks and you hope Yoongi doesn't notice it in this dim lightning. "Just because he's fucking good in bed and it sucks he's my best friend. I shouldn't think about him this way."

"That's debatable," he muses, causing you to look at him curiously as you silently tell him to elucidate. "You shouldn't think about fucking him because he has a girlfriend. But you also can't really control it since you know what that feels like. He got his girlfriend back and what did you get from fucking him?"

"Some mind blowing orgasms," you answer immediately, too quickly as the answer spills naturally out of your mouth before you can think about it. Yoongi stares at you with a raised brow as you shrug. "I said what I said."

You're not lying though. He really gave you the best orgasms in your life. It'll be hard to compete with that with your future partner.

"You're awfully honest when you're drunk." Yoongi comments amusingly, taking a shot to hide his smirk.

"I'm not drunk, I'm slightly buzzed." Haven't you heard those words before? Weren't you the one saying them? You can't remember, it sounds awfully familiar.

"Somehow I don't think you'd thirst over your best friend if you were 'slightly buzzed'." he says, mockingly emphasizing quotes with his fingers.

"Yah, I'm not thirsting over him!" you exclaim, slapping his shoulder as he hisses at you but still has that annoying grin plastered on his lips. He's enjoying this. "Okay, maybe I am." you add quietly, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"You definitely are," he muses with pursed lips, causing you to be the one who hisses at him this time. "You need to get laid."

"You don't say," you grumble with your nose scrunched. "Are you offering?" you tease him, expecting to be met with a disgusted look on his face or his voice sounding disgusted.

However, you see him actually thinking about it. "Oh my god! Are you seriously thinking about it?" you exclaim, laughing.

"What? No!" he tries to deny, but he shifts on his spot as his facade slowly falls down. Alcohol makes him less expressionless. "So what? This guy hasn't got any action in a while." he grumbles, your eyes almost falling out of their sockets.

Not because apparently, Yoongi hasn't had sex for a while. But because he actually thought about it. Thought about you. The annoying co-worker that irritates him but is fun to tease because he's a little shit. You can't lie, your sex frustration is annoying too. Just the thought of having someone take care of you, sexually of course, is arousing.

"Are you even attracted to me?" you ask, eyes carefully observing him as a little frown of confusion is decorating your face.

"I don't know." he answers with a shrug, causing you to scoff.

"Thanks, idiot," you grumble, seeing him grin in return. You don't understand this guy. "Well, there's only one way to find out." You've no idea where this courage is coming from.

Yoongi looks at you curiously, although there's something telling you he has to at least find you a little bit attractive if he suggested such a thing.

"Kiss me." you tell him, not expecting him to give such a blunt expression. He doesn't look not at least caught off guard as he sucks in breath, looking somewhere behind you before he looks at you.

"Why should I be the first one to kiss you? Kiss me first."

You roll your eyes at his childishness. "You're such a kid," you comment, "Let's do it at the same time."

"Fine," he murmurs, straightening himself as he inches closer to you.

It's weird to look him in the eyes, seeing him up close with the thought that you're about to kiss him. However, your brain is clouded to think about the fact that this is Min Yoongi. The one and only who's been a huge pain in the ass. Alcohol heats up your body, giving you more courage to do this thing and it probably intensifies your need to feel some action.

You're not sure who kisses who first, you two somehow inch close to each other until your lips meet in an awkward peck. You almost cringe, already feeling some type of awkwardness and when you meet Yoongi's eyes, he probably thinks the same thing.

Okay, let's try it again. If it doesn't work, you'll pretend any of this didn't happen. He sees your eyes glancing at his lips, recognizing what you're about to do and he doesn't protest. The kiss is exactly that. It doesn't feel special but it's enough to light up the fire inside your stomach. It feels nice, his lips feel nice. They're a little bit chapped but so are yours from the cold weather. This time it's not a single peck, your mouths moving together.

There's a little bit of tongue and saliva while Yoongi keeps his hands to himself, touching you with nothing but his lips only. You pull him closer, hearing him groan as he presses his lips rougher to yours. Couple minutes of kissing leaves the two of you breathless, Yoongi standing up as he takes your hand and leads you somewhere. You recognize the path as a path to Yejun's office. There's no time to look around properly, you've been here once and that's when Yejun interviewed you, when Yoongi presses his lips to yours.

"So I take it, I am attractive?" you chuckle into the kiss, feeling the edge of Yejun's desk digging into your lower back.

Yoongi's hands are somehow respectfully on your hips, not letting them drop any lower.

"Anything will do," he says, going for another kiss as you pull back and nudge him in the cheek, causing his head to turn to the side slightly. "What do you want?"

"You're ruining the mood, Min," you grumble, "I don't want to do this if you're not sure or feel disgusted by me."

"You think I would kiss you if I was disgusted by you?" he asks dumbfounded. "God, women. This is why I usually hook-up with men." he grumbles, searching your face as you glare at him but there's a tiny smirk twitching in the corner of your lips.

"Don't blame me!" you exclaim, "So... you prefer women too?" you ask timidly, glancing at him who barely has any expression, simply staring at you. "Sorry, I didn't want to assume your sexuality. I just always thought... y'know..."

Considering his little comments about Jungkook, and now you finding out he used to hooking up with Mark, you somehow thought he prefers men. Well, you didn't think about it until now.

"You're doing exactly that," he grins, not offended at all even though he acts like it a little bit. "It's just been a while since I was with a woman."

You nod, biting your lower lip in thought. You're not going to lie, making out with Yoongi made the thought of enjoying this night to the fullest more appealing. Also, you're aware that if the two of you were completely sober, none of this would probably happen. You're not wasted, neither is Yoongi but you're both buzzed. You could taste the vodka on his lips, nothing too strong but the taste is there.

"You wanna continue?" you ask, tilting your head slightly.

"I think I do," he answers, "Do you?"

"Yeah," you nod, giving him a consent he's asking for before you're kissing all over again. It's not too rushed, even though there's no doubt the two of you are aroused. The pace is just fine and it feels like you're both testing the waters with each other.

Deciding it's enough of kissing, you take off your hoodie and toss on the desk behind you, ushering Yoongi to take his own too. He does, showing you his plain white shirt and buffed out chest. You feel bad for wanting to compare him to Jungkook. It's ridiculous, they've different body types. Yoongi still has his own charms. Your jeans follow next, there aren't many words said out loud, both of you taking off your jeans purposely out of one reason. To get each other off. Back in your mind you can hear yourself scolding that this is not you and you've never done this before. Sure, you hooked up with Jungkook but that's different. Maybe you weren't dating him for real, but he's always been close to you in more than one way. Yoongi isn't a stranger but still, you don't know him that well.

But why shouldn't you have fun? You both want this. You've had enough time to think about this, to make sure this is what you want and it is.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Yoongi's fingers brushing against your clothed heat, your breath hitching in your throat at the foreign but also familiar feeling. His fingers feel different, but the feeling of warmth that spreads there is familiar. He rubs you through your panties, luckily you've decided to wear your nice ones which are still kind of plain but at least there's a little lace on the edges. Both of your shirts stay on your bodies, your hands fumbling with Yoongi's belt. Your throat is dry, in desperate need to feel more.

When he hears your whimper, he tucks a finger under the hem of your panties before he looks up at you in question, seeing you nod before you desperately tell him to take them off. He does, cold air hitting your arousal but you're too distracted with pulling Yoongi's jeans down as you see his bulge in his dark blue boxers. You're not going to lie, you're pleased that he's as aroused as you're. You had your doubts though, you don't know why. It's still unbelievable that this is happening.

You cup him through his boxers hearing a soft gasp as you squeeze him. He impatiently jerks his hips into your hand, ignoring the little smirk you make sure he sees. He glares at you, rubbing your clit in circles as it's your time to gasp. He grins at you, raising a brow at you. It's better to ignore him, you think as you pull him out of his undergarments. Your throat gets dry again, too pleased with seeing an actual dick. It makes you sound as if you were a hungered woman for some dick. You're not. Just horny and sexually frustrated.

You give him a few lazy strokes, making sure you spread his pre-cum leaking from the tip over his mushroom head to make it more pleasing for him. You smirk when he groans into your neck as his breath hits your skin there. Suddenly, he drops on his knees looking up at you from the floor as you stare at him surprisingly.

He doesn't say anything, simply spreading your legs as you happily comply. You can't believe you feel an ounce of nervosity when you catch him staring at your heat. There's no doubt he sees your juices spread all over it, he could feel it when he started rubbing your clit. Somewhere back in your mind, you pat yourself for shaving this morning.

"Fuck, it's been a while since I've seen pussy." he breathes out, licking his lips as you stare with widened pupils.

"That's probably the best and only compliment you ever gave me." you muse, sitting further onto the desk as he looks up at you with a mischievous grin.

"Don't get used to it." he mutters, hands grabbing your thighs.

You don't dwell onto this too much, but his touch is more automatic. It feels nice but it's automatic and you can feel that there's no crazed and longed desire for each other. You're there to simply make each other feel good, you're aware that this won't repeat again. It's happening because of current circumstances.

"Wasn't planning to." you point out, gasping when he finally puts his mouth onto your clit.

One thing has to be said. Yoongi is freaking good at using his mouth, making you see stars as you finally feel something other than your own hand (which you've failed at) or the stupid sex toy Jungkook bought for you. It's good to feel someone else touching you. You feel his tongue lapping onto your clit and juices, tasting you. It doesn't take long for you to feel the burn between your legs and the pit of your stomach, your hands slightly nudging away Yoongi's face. It's too soon.

Yoongi looks at you, almost annoyed that you haven't allowed him to make you cum, though still glancing at you with curiosity.

"I want your fingers." you tell him, in a desperate need to feel stuffed. As much as his mouth is amazing, wondering when was the last time he's been eating out a pussy, you need to feel something inside of you. Even if it's not his dick, you've to feel at least his fingers. This way you can pleasure him too.

"Demanding stuff now, I see." he chuckles, but happily complies and stands up to his feet.

You see him licking his lips as he scoots closer to you, sucking onto your neck while you feel his fingers circling your hole. You gasp, not wanting to waste a time as you take his length into your hand and start pumping him. The first moment he enters you with his fingers is unbelievable, leaving you moaning as his dark hair rubs against your cheek, his lips busy kissing your neck. He stretches you good with his three fingers, pumping them fast as he feels you tightening around them.

"Fuck, no wonder your friend kept fucking you."

Perhaps in other situations you feel scandalized that he's bringing up Jungkook into this. Especially if your hand is wrapped around his dick and his fingers inside you. Shockingly, you're not. The thought of thinking about Jungkook in the middle of this makes you even tighter. If Yoongi notices, he doesn't call you out on it and sets an even quicker pace. You do the same thing, his pre-cum making your hand around him more comfortable as you keep jerking him off with faster pace.

Your and Yoongi's moans, along with the slick sounds coming from your heat and Yoongi's fingers, are the only sounds in Yejun's office. Oh fuck, hopefully he won't know about this. Would you get fired if he knew? Will Yoongi tell him? You shake off these thoughts, wanting to enjoy the pleasure while it lasts because you can feel the familiar burn. Chasing after your orgasm, your hand is focused on Yoongi's dick while the other one is gripping his shoulder for some support, while your hips buckle into his hand.

"Fuck, I'm coming."

Yoongi doesn't comment, already recognizing you tightening and loosening the pace of your hand as a sign over you close to the edge.

"Then come." he grunts at you, gently biting into your neck. Few more thrusts of his long and slick fingers, you're coming undone underneath them as you moan out low 'fuck'.

Yoongi slows down his pace and fucks you through your orgasm, his own hips shuttering as you're reminded of his hardened length. It pulsates, still wanting to chase his own end as you grip him harder and start jerking him off. You notice him looking down, not at your hand gripping his dick as you expect him. His eyes are focused on your heat, watching your juices and cum dripping down from your tight hole as his eyes darken. You smirk, spreading your legs wider to let him see.

"You like that?" you chuckle, getting a response in the form of a grunt.

"Fuck," he moans, his hips completely freezing as you quicken your pace knowing he's already there. "Fuck!" he groans, throwing his head back as he's cumming all over your stomach, the skin there hidden by your shirt.

His body almost falls on yours, your arms wrapping around his frame as he holds himself against the edge of the desk. "Fuck, sorry." he murmurs, clearing his throat as he straightens himself.

"What for?" you ask, letting your legs relax as a cold air hits you again.

"I ruined your shirt." he says, pointing at your shirt. You see as the fabric soaks some of his seed, still the very visible stain of his cum.

"I'm used to you guys ruining my clothes," you joke, shaking your head at him when you see him looking at you confusingly. You know what you mean, your little comment mainly amusing you as you stand up.

There's no point in going any further. You're both content with how this ended, the look in both eyes says it all as you give yourselves a nod.

"This won't be awkward between us, right?" you ask, just to be sure. Reaching for your jeans, Yoongi does the same thing as he tucks his soft length back into his boxers.

He hands you your panties, getting a casual 'thanks' from you. "Not if you make it awkward." he simply says, causing you to nod.

This is not the first time Yoongi has done something like this. He's pretty much casual about this whole thing, not looking affected by the fact he pleasured his annoying co-worker, you. You're not affected by it as you thought you'd be too. But still, you can't believe you just gave him a handjob while he ate you out and fingered you. It's better if you don't overthink this, you don't even want to.

"Okay, see you at work?" you ask, putting a hoodie over your shirt as you mentally cringe when you feel the wet fabric.

"Not to look like I'm clingy because I'm not," he starts, "But let's go in a cab together." Oh, right. He has drank so he can't drive. Even though he looks completely fine and it looks like the handjob completely has sobered him up, you both know he drank and it's not safe to risk it.

"Why?" You probably have an idea but you're genuinely curious.

"It's too late for you to go in a cab alone." he simply says, giving you a weird look that tells you 'what's the big deal?'.

Deciding it's fun to tease him, you grin at him as he stares at you dumbfoundedly. "Aw, one look at my pussy and you're worried?" you coo at him.

He doesn't look amused at all, glaring at you as he scoffs. "This is why I mainly stick to dicks." he mutters, already turning around and ready to leave.

"Yeah, because you're one of them." you say behind him, seeing him flicking you off while turned to you with his back.Your evil laugh resounds in the club while Yoongi makes sure everything is in its place and lights are turned off, while you call the two of you a cab. See? It is possible to sleep with someone and not catch any feelings, it can be strictly physical. You and Jungkook are proof of it. And now you and Yoongi are another proof of it. And you don't care what anyone else has to say about it.

#networkbangtan #ksmutclub #btswritingcafe #ficswithluv #bts smut #jungkook x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts au #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #mutual help #personasintro

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lunaatthezoo · 3 months ago

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once Elain and Azriel are together how do you think they’ll interact in front of the others? Are they into pda? Do they talk more? Are they funnier? Do they play sneaky pranks? Are they sappy? Does she get bolder? I can’t decide what I think on it and I’m sooo curious.

I love this question. This is what I think about most of my waking hours I'm not even JOKING. Here are some of my elriel endgame headcanons. Many inspired by other creators like @merakimoonglade @moonfalles @murkyrealms @jasmineandcedar @nikachansstuff @tswaney17 and so many other wonderful people on here.

~ Touching ALL the time. Not inappropriate PDA, but just touching to know that they are there together. Azriel keeps touching Elain because he can't believe he's allowed to, and can't believe how lucky he is. Little butt pats when he walks by, kisses on the forehead and shoulder, hands tangled in hair while they're sitting, little squeeze of the waist. A hand on the thigh. A kiss on the knuckles. Elain can't resist touching Azriel either because she can't believe this is her life now. They always need to reassure themselves that this is real.

~ I think they have the potential to be the funniest couple, in a quiet, subtle way. They have both demonstrated so much subtle humor, with Elain's gifts, with Azriel's interactions with other characters. And they both notice things most others don't. I think they would do hilarious things to get out of social obligations that they don't want to deal with or when the family is being too obnoxious, taking advantage of their powers. They're gonna exchange meaningful looks and Elain will pretend she's having a vision or Azriel will pretend his shadows are telling him something and they'll just bounce hahaha.

~ I think they will both still be quiet, because it's who they are as people. But if it comes to defending each other's choices or honor, they are going to speak. Up.

~ I think the inner circle will be shocked and moved at seeing Azriel happy for the first time. He'll be pulling Elain into his lap, laughing deeply, gazing at her lovingly and tucking hair behind her ear. It's going to be a new, content side to him that they've never seen before. They won't really know what to do with it and Cass will probably use humor like telling him it's unnatural or gross to see him so happy lol.

~ I think they will spend SO MUCH time in bed. Yes canoodling but also just being there together. Imagine. When they wake up in the morning, they will spend so long cuddling, kissing, snuggling, just being there together. Az will bring Elain tea in bed. When Elain gets up early to garden, she'll be so quiet to not disturb Az's sleep because she knows this is the first time he's gotten peaceful rest in all his centuries.

~ I think Elain is already bold but I think with Az in her corner she will grow further in her self confidence and become more involved in what the court is doing.

~ I think Azriel will be the most deranged, feral, protective partner out of all the brothers. Just full obsession. Breaking fingers just for looking at his girl wrong. Ripping out hearts if they touch her. And Elain will just be like oh thank you ☺️🌸

~ I think their love languages will be acts of service and physical touch. They will ALWAYS be doing things for each other.

~ Elain is going to FUSS over Azriel and he's going to be like 😳 about it. She's going to give Rhys a talking to if he overworks her husband. She's going to make him see Madja for every nick and scrape he gets. She's going to force him to nap if he looks tired (and with her laying there stroking his hair, he will.)

~ Az is going to be absolutely positively undeniably whipped. Whatever his girl wants, she gets. She says jump he says I'm already in the air. She mentions a flower ONE time and the next day he's procured the rare seeds. His new title will be Azriel, professional Elain simp of the night court

~ Azriel will take Elain's last name. Because he is bastard born, he doesn't have a family name. So he becomes Azriel Archeron and is SO PROUD of it. He uses is last name whenever he can.

~ I think they will adopt children. Especially given Azriel's history, I think it would be very healing to give children homes who might otherwise feel unwanted or alone. And since Sarah is adopted I just think it would be a beautiful thread. Elain is so caring and nurturing she would be completely on board and SPOIL those children.

~ they're going to have crazy fucking feral animal sex (also, switches.) I'm talking extreme dirty talk, bite marks, handprints, knife play, strap ons, they're kinky. If I know ONE thing about Azriel Archeron, it's that he's a panty ripper.

~ Elain is obsessed with Azriel's hands. Azriel is obsessed with Elain's neck. They are both obsessed with each other's hair.

~ Azriel's pet names for Elain include: beautiful, love, angel, sweetheart. Elain always calls Azriel by his name because she thinks it's so beautiful, but sometimes she calls him "my love"

~ they are both PATHETIC about how much they miss each other when Az is away on missions. To the point where other people are like OK WE GET IT GOOD LORD.

I could literally just keep going. And going. And going. I have SAGAS of HCs in my mind. But I hope these scratch some itches 🥹

Thank u for the question, this gave me life.

#elriel #elain archeron #azriel shadowsinger #elriel headcanons #elriel in the future #i love them so much #i cry #acotar #elain x azriel #azriel x elain

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w2sology · 1 year ago

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cozy mornings w bog and baby bog

button nose, harry lewis.

summary: harry lets you have a lie in (somewhat) whilst he tends to your little one in the morning

warnings: literally just fluff overload.

notes: literally couldn't come up w a baby name to save my life LMFAO so this had to do 😭

"go back to sleep, i'll take care of her," harry mumbled, with a kiss to your cheek as he got out of bed and made his way to the nursery. it had just gone past 8 in the morning, but you had a long night prior so harry took it upon himself to do the mornings that you would usually have with your little one.

too tired to argue, you hummed in response, cosying back into your duvet as harry stretched out of bed, making the short walk to the nursery. the baby monitor was still in his hand, and he seemed to have forgotten that as he raised his hand to rub his eye. "fuck's sake," he mumbled.

slowly creaking the door open, harry smiled hearing the soft coos from his baby girl, seemingly making convo with herself and also wide awake.

"hi, angel," he softly spoke, leaning over into her cot to lift her out. upon seeing her father's face, her cheeks rose as she gave him a gummy smile, kicking her feet with excitement.

once in his arms, she clung to him like he would disappear if she didn't, and harry only cuddled up to her more. "you're such an early bird," he pointed out. "definitely didn't get that from me."

she was only a few months old, and you and harry were gradually getting used to the routine of having a newborn baby. recently, you both took her to your families, both of them gushing over her and making guesses at who's personality she'd take over.

walking back to the bedroom where you lay comfortably, harry snuck back in besides you, baby still in his arms as he held her ever so close to his chest. as he brushed away some fluff from her face, her mouth seemed to latch onto his finger, his unintentional hunger test working.

luckily, harry had grabbed a pre-pumped bottle from the bottle stand before coming back to bed, and he reached over to grab it.

feeding his little one had quickly become a favourite activity of harry's. he'd always be fighting you to do it, and you never understood why. "harry, you can rest it's fine, i'll feed her." you'd say with a laugh.

"and i said it's also fine, i can feed her. or what, you don't think i can? hm?

when harry was passionate about something, it was hard for him to back down. especially when it came down to his baby girl.

her small hand held onto his as he held the bottle up for her to drink from, her eyes blinking slowly as she looked up at harry, looking all over his face.

he couldn't help the wide smile that spread on his face at the sight of her, and she mirrored it, letting go of the bottle to let out a milky babble, eliciting a similar laugh from harry.

at the sound of his voice whispering sweet nothings to her, you turned around, slowly waking up to the sight that you've grown accustomed to — harry in his father state.

it was one that you'd never grow used to, having gone from "kids aren't for me" to "she'll say my name before yours" in the space of a couple of years.

harry's eyes diverted from the tiny human in his arms to your moving body when you shifted closer to them, using an arm to prop yourself up whilst the other travelled to gently tickle her clothed foot.

placing a kiss to your forehead and repositioning your daughter so she was in a more comfortable place, harry smiled down at you lovingly.

"morning, you."

"hi," you yawned, pulling the blanket up a bit. "i could've got her, y'know."

"i know," he answered. "as much as i'd like to disturb your sleep as i always have done, i thought i'd spend some more time with her."

you laughed at him not denying his methods of disrupting your peace, albeit receiving an earful from you.

your heart could burst from the way he looked down at her, eyes full of love and happiness as a copy of his own eyes stared back at him, big and wide and crinkled at the edges from the way she smiled.

you wouldn't trade it for the world.

#wroetoshaw #wroetoshaw x reader #sidemen x reader #sidemen #wroetoshaw imagine #wroetoshaw imagines #harry lewis #harry lewis x reader

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nameless-jamie · 3 months ago

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SHOULD I?

Glimpse Into the Future - Jamie Tartt x fem!PA reader

Masterlist

A/N: Tiny Baby Chapter

TW: cursing

It had been months since Y/N had found out she was pregnant, and with each passing day, Jamie couldn’t shake the thought of her in a white dress at the end of an altar.

Every time he saw her, especially with the growing bump, it was like the world had hit him with a massive wave of clarity. This was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. She is the one.

But, like everything else, it wasn’t simple.

In his head, Jamie had it all figured out—he’d pop the question, they’d get married, and raise their little one together, happy and whole. But in real life, things were a little more complicated. And so, as per usual, he turned to his mates for advice.

But the thing about his mates was... they all had their own opinions.

It started with Roy Kent, who had been completely indifferent about Jamie’s idea. They were sitting in the locker room after training, Jamie changing into his usual clothes when he casually dropped the bomb.

"I’m thinkin' about askin’ her, Roy," Jamie said, staring at the ground as he pulled on his shoes.

Roy didn’t even look up from his desk. "What, marryin' her?"

"Yeah," Jamie muttered, rubbing his neck. "You think I should do it?"

Roy, ever the man of few words, just shrugged. "You should’ve done it years ago if you were a real man, mate."

Jamie blinked, his brow furrowing. "I—"

Roy didn’t care. "She's basically been acting like your wife since you hired her. But whatever. Do what you want. Just don’t make it some big dramatic bullshit. It’s Y/N. She’ll love whatever you do."

Jamie nodded, feeling both reassured and slightly confused by Roy’s blunt response.

Next up was Keeley, who, unsurprisingly, had a strong opinion. She’d been all about supporting Jamie’s and Y/N's relationship from the start, and this was no different. She was the baby's godmother after all.

"Jamie, listen to me," Keeley said, sitting across from him at the café they were at for lunch. "She’s definitely gonna say yes. But you have to consider something."

Jamie’s excitement immediately shifted to nerves. "What do you mean?"

Keeley leaned in, her voice lowering to a more serious tone. "Well, you know she’s pregnant, right? And, I mean, that’s a big deal. Do you really think she’ll feel comfortable being pregnant, walking down the aisle with a big belly?"

Jamie blinked, processing her words. "What do you mean?"

"I just don’t want her to feel uncomfortable or like it’s happening for the wrong reasons," Keeley explained, her voice softening. "You know how she is. She might feel like you're doing it out of obligation. I#m guessing you'd want to marry he before the baby comes?"

Jamie’s mind started racing. Was Keeley right? Was he moving too fast? Was Y/N even ready for all of this?

"Maybe you’re right," Jamie mumbled, glancing down at his coffee, feeling suddenly uncertain.

Keeley smiled, patting his hand. "Just make sure she’s happy, Jamie. That’s all I’m saying."

Next came Sam, who was always the thoughtful one. He looked at Jamie across the table of a pub they met up at, his expression serious as he took a sip of his drink.

"I just think," Sam started slowly, "if you’re gonna propose, it should be about you two and not about her belly. I mean, I know she’s pregnant, but you want her to say yes because she wants to marry you, not because she feels like it’s the right thing to do. She's probably very hormonal, we don't know how she'll react."

Jamie nodded, hearing Sam out. "You think she might not want to marry me now?"

Sam smiled, but it was a little sad. "No. I think she’ll love you no matter what. But you need to make sure she doesn’t feel rushed or pressured into something she’s not ready for."

Jamie felt torn. Would Y/N think he was trying to force things? Was it really better to wait until after the baby was born?

The rest of the boys, on the other hand, were practically buzzing with excitement the moment Jamie mentioned the idea.

"Wait, you’re proposing?" Dani’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. "What can I do to help? I’ll be your best man!"

Jamie chuckled. "You’re not gonna be the best man, Dani."

"Why not?" Dani pouted dramatically. "I could get you a nice suit! And we can practice speeches!"

Jamie shook his head, laughing despite himself. "Dani, you're not helping."

"Okay, okay," Dani said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But can I at least pick the music for the wedding? I’ll make sure it’s perfect!"

Isaac chuckled at his eager teammate. "I’ll be in charge of the cake."

"Yeah, don’t go overboard," Jamie said, shaking his head. "This is supposed to be simple. Not a circus."

The rest of the guys chimed in, already planning Jamie’s proposal in their heads. The mood in the locker room was a stark contrast to the nerves swirling in Jamie’s stomach.

Meanwhile, Y/N had no idea what was going on.

She was too busy managing the day-to-day, making sure Jamie was in the right place at the right time, and figuring out how to juggle the whole assistant-and-girlfriend thing while being pregnant on top of that.

As she sat in the office, typing up her notes, her phone buzzed with a message from Keeley.

Keeley: "How's everything going with Jamie and the baby?"

Y/N smiled at the text. Things were going well. They’d been living in their new house for a long time now, and despite a few hiccups, they were settling in. She didn’t suspect that Jamie had been having a secret conversation with all of his friends about proposing.

She put the phone down, feeling a little giddy just thinking about their little family. The baby was coming soon, and life was finally falling into place.

But as much as she felt content, there was a part of her that still was a little scared about all of it—marriage included.

Little did she know, Jamie was already working on making sure her answer would be a big yes.

#jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso show #afc richmond #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #roy kent #jamie tartt imagine #sam obisanya

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trippinsorrows · 1 month ago

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https://images.app.goo.gl/3VNbnWvjxjpL5voV6

DID YOU SAY AU IDEA!? I'm sat. Immediately.

But what is it about though? 😂🤭

this gif is sending me omg 😭😭😭

well, we're ( @romanreignsbae ) working out the kinks now. so far, here's what we have.

set in gotham, of course, lmao.

solana is in medical school, about to start her fourth year when she's out with friends for a night on the town and meets roman. they end up hooking up, though she's hesitant at first but ultimately agrees because sis is stressed.

she goes back with him to his place, and babyyy, best sex of both they lives. he's hooked. he low key propositions they be friends with benefits. minus the friends part. like, it's a strictly sex thing. solana agrees, because why not? she needs to have some fun while she's still young, and who better than an older, rich, sexy billionaire?

welp. they hook up every so often, and the more time roman spends with her, he finds herself intrigued. she's easily boosted up the roster, and one day he ends up going over to her shabby apartment. seeing how she lives makes him feel a lil sorry for her, so he starts doing lil things to help her out when he can.

at some point, the pressure on him to provide an heir starts to piss him off, and he knows he needs to stop fucking around. so he proposes an idea to solana. provide him an heir, and he'll pay for the rest of her schooling. she can stay with him during the pregnancy, and he'll cover everything for her.

solana is iffy because she's not looking for a relationship, and she's definitely not trying to be a mom just yet. but, roman tells her after the baby is born, she's allowed to walk away. she doesn't have to be involved in the child's life at all. and, that works perfect, because she'll find out her residency placement at the end of the year, so she'll most likely be moving out of gotham anyway.

she agrees, and along the way of the pregnancy, they start to fall in love. it's complicated though, because they both viewed it as a business arrangement. she's supposed to leave and move on with her life once the baby is born, but these damn feelings are getting in the way. they had it all sorted out. but now....

#ari answers

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spoofymcgee · 4 months ago

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i'm never ever going to be chill about this again.

because i wanted an odyseuss and athena reconciliation so fucking much (i have literally. 16k of fic to edit and post as a canon divergent au about it. here tonight if i have anything to say about it).

but the way it went makes so much sense.

athena and odyseuss are foils and mirrors and parallels heading in the opposite direction. neither of them can go back to where they used to be because they've made their choices.

odyseuss has gone too far, and at the same time he's just been following in the footsteps athena laid down when she let his men die at polyphemus's hand, when she left him to end up alone.

and that betrayal has been holding them together.

when she tries to make up for it, when she fights for him and gets him free, that's not healing a wound. there isn't one left–only a scar. that's cutting the last tattered thread between them.

athena can move on. she'll live forever, and make the world she wants to see.

odyseuss can only claw his way back to where he used to be, and spend the rest of his life doing so.

she has to keep moving and he wants to stay behind.

when telemachus said 'if not his friend then mine' that wasn't just because they weren't friends right now. it's because they can never be like that again.

i'm obsessed with the way odyseuss has been broken down to the bare essentials of his character and i have like a million posts about that. but part of it is losing the part of himself that was athena's friend, along with losing the captain and the kind and gentle man. all that's left is him, and the only thing that leaves room for is penelope and odysseus.

he can't forgive anymore.

#epic odysseus #epic the musical #epic the ithaca saga #epic athena #i can't help but wonder #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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throneofrayllum · 2 months ago

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Brooklynn and camp fam headcannons

When they were still in highschool, Brooklynn, Yaz, and Sammy would spend spring break together without the guys. They would go on mini road trips, let Brooklynn dye their hair, sneak into bars (fake ID's provided by Sammy's older sister), and go shopping

Brooklynn visited Ben more than the rest of camp fam when he was in college because she was frequently on the move in between jobs. She'd only been to his campus once though because they'd usually meet at his friends places for house parties, or go out to eat and crash at a motel afterwards. (His campus doesn't allow visitors to spend the night in dorms). They got stoned pretty much every time they hung out.

The Bowman family LOVES Brooklynn. Mrs. Bowman sees her as a daughter. Brooklynn and Mrs. Bowman got really close really fast. By the second time she had a sleepover at the Bowmans house, she and Mrs. Bowman were already glued to each others side. Brandon also loves Brooklynn. Brand was always accidentally cock blocking Kenji (sometimes on purpose to mess with him)

Darius is terrified of Brooklynn's driving. Always holding on for dear life. Will sometimes race her to the car just so she doesn't end up behind the wheel. Whenever your in the car with them, you constantly hear : "Brooklynn! Slow the hell down!" "RED LIGHT RED LIGHT RED LIGHT" "brookbrookbrookbrook"

One time, Brooklynn picked Darius up from the airport and got pulled over for going 72 in a 45. Twenty minutes later, she somehow managed to run over an allen wrench and was on the side of the road changing her tire. Darius never let her live that one down.

When they have plans, Camp fam always tells Brooklynn she has to be there twenty minutes before the actual event is. That way, she'll actually be on time. (my family does this to me 😭)

She started smoking cigarettes every once in awhile when her job became extremely hectic and she needed to take the edge off. Kenji hated it.

One of her favorite past times is getting into fights with republican men (me too Brooklynn, me too)

#jwct #chaos theory #brooklynn jwcc

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zegrasdrysdale · 11 months ago

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also if your not uber uber busy could YOU PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE write a fic based off of one of these songs (feel free to do all of them my queen but NO PRESSURE) I also don't mind who the fic is with use who ever you feel would go best with it :)

Before you Go - Lewis Capaldi

It's Not Over - Daughtry

Goodbyes - post Malone

Circles - Post Malone

I hate you, I love you - Gnash

Mr Brightside - The Killers

Scars to your beautiful - Alessia Cara

Thank you I might request more but again no pressure

[ it’s not over ] j. drysdale

paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader

summary : Jamie and his girlfriend broke up right before he was traded to Philly. when Jamie comes back to pack up the rest of his things, she tries to fight for them since she doesn’t believe it’s over for them

warning(s) : angst galore ! a few uses of Y/N

author’s note : giving me free range to write this abt whoever was probably not the best idea, especially when i like writing jamie angst 😈

fic inspired by :

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I was blown away What could I say? It all seemed to make sense You've taken away everything And I can't deal with that I try to see the good in life But good things in life are hard to find

The NHL season ended without a word from Jamie since the day he got traded to the Flyers in January. Nearly four months passed after he was traded and she never got so much as a text message from her former boyfriend of nearly two years.

They shared a whirlwind of a relationship where they met, said they loved each other, and moved into an Anaheim apartment down the street from Trevor all within a year.

She truly loved him, and she truly messed up before he left for the trip to Nashville that he never came back from.

She knew there were rumors going around Anaheim about Jamie's trade, and Jamie blocked them out every time he heard even a whisper about him getting traded out of Anaheim. He didn't want to hear the reality. When she tried to get him to see that, he walked out the door for the trip after they got into a fight. He packed a bag and spent the night at Trevor's.

Now that the season is over, she expects him to come back to finish packing whatever he didn't grab over the All Star break in February. She couldn't just leave the apartment. She couldn't leave all of the memories behind so easily, especially since she still loves him.

Trevor texts her the day after the season ends and tells her that Jamie is coming in soon to grab the last of his things. Jamie couldn't even let her know that he's coming by. She spends that night curled up in their bed.

We'll blow it away, blow it away Can we make this something good? Well, I'll try to do it right this time around

The following morning, she's up early and thinks about what she can do to fix what's broken between them over a cup of coffee. She has no idea if he's mad at what she said or mad at the fact that he did get traded out of Anaheim.

Maybe she shouldn't have said anything about the trade before it happened. Maybe he wouldn't be about to move out the last few boxes he packed in February if she let him process his future trade on his own.

She fucked up, but maybe she can fix it. It's not over until they both think it's over, and she doesn't think it's over with them. She'll try to do it right this time. She'll be supportive of him instead of trying to get him to see reality. That's where she messed up because Jamie was probably trying to cope with the fact that he wasn't wanted in Anaheim anymore by the team that put their faith in him and drafted him 6th a few years ago.

All she wanted to do was prepare him for the possibility of being traded across the country, and she was met with radio silence since he walked out that door.

He walked out that door with her heart and took it across the country with him. She has to try to fix what's broken. She's not ready to say goodbye to him. She's not ready for him to become a memory or a ghost that haunts her dreams.

The sound of a key in the door grabs her attention immediately. She was leaning on the kitchen island and stands straight up when the door opens. She leaves the cup of coffee on the counter because she is afraid that she's going to drop it when she sees who's walking into the apartment.

She bites her lip so she doesn't say anything when Jamie walks into the apartment for the first time with her there since the fight a bunch of months ago. It feels like a lifetime ago when he walked out the door.

He freezes when he sees her in the kitchen. Their eyes meet and she has to hold back tears.

Jamie looks so much happier and healthier than the last time she saw him in person. The bags under his eyes have gotten lighter. He is practically glowing.

He was working so hard while he was playing for Anaheim because he felt like he had something to prove. He felt like he needed to prove that he belonged here. Philly wanted him so he probably was able to relax.

"Hi," she finally breathes out when the silence gets to be too much for her. "You look, um ... you look good."

"Thanks," he replies, voice quiet. "Are the boxes still in the bedroom?"

She nods quietly and Jamie makes a quick escape down the hallway. She rests her elbows on the counter and puts her face in his hands to hide any emotions that Jamie could see when he comes back out into the living room.

Her throat closes up and tears prick her eyes. She had no idea that seeing him again would cause her to have this reaction. Seeing Jamie will always probably make her have some kind of reaction.

Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over Because a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me, but you're the only one It's not over

When he comes back into the living room, Jamie is carrying one of the six boxes that are left. That's probably the biggest box so he has to carry it by itself. The other boxes are light so they can be carried two or three at a time.

That means she's running out of time to talk to him before he walks out of her life completely.

She walks back to the bedroom where his remaining boxes sit in the corner. She sits on the bed so she can catch him when he walks back into the room. With a quick wipe of her cheeks to dry them, she settles on the mattress with her legs crosses and waits for Jamie to come back.

There are footsteps in the hallway and Jamie appears in the doorway a second later. He pauses mid-step when he sees her sitting on the bed they used to share.

"Can we talk?" she asks as her entire body shakes with anxiety and nervousness. "Please?"

Jamie walks over to the corner and piles two of the boxes on top of one another. "I don't have time," he tells her as he picks up the pair of boxes. "Trevor is waiting for me outside to take me and my stuff to the airport for my flight to Toronto."

She frowns as he walks out the door with his things, but she quickly throws on a pair of slides and follows him. "Jamie, please," she begs. "I don't want to let you leave without saying what I have to say. I don't want you to get on that flight without talking to me first."

He gets on the elevator and she jumps on with him. He presses the button to go to the first floor and the doors shut. "(Y/N)," he sighs. "I can't do this again. I don't want to do this again."

"I want to fight for us, Jamie," she says anyway as the elevator keeps descending to the first floor. "I'm not letting you just walk away so easily again. It was a mistake the first time letting you walk away. Especially because you didn't come back."

The doors open and Jamie walks out. She follows him out the front door. Trevor's car sits next to the curb, and he leans against it. "There is a reason I didn't come back," he comments as he throws the boxes in the trunk of the car. Then he looks at her. "I was traded, remember? I bet you do because you kept reminding me that I was going to be traded."

His words cause her to freeze as he walks away. She looks at Trevor, who just points in Jamie's direction. "Go," he tells her. "He's just being hard to get."

She runs after him as he approaches the elevator. The doors open and she once again joins him in the small room.

"I should've been a good girlfriend and be there for you to help you cope with the possibility of being traded," she says to Jamie. "I shouldn't have kept telling you to face reality. I didn't understand how you were feeling, but I do now. I wasn't there for you and was making it harder for you. I'm sorry."

The two walk back into the privacy of their apartment because it's still technically Jamie's apartment too. Once the door shuts, Jamie spins and faces her.

"You made it seem like you were excited to move to wherever it was I got traded to," Jamie snaps. "Meanwhile, I was leaving behind the life that I had made for myself over the past four years. I was leaving the best teammates behind, I was leaving my best friends behind. I pushed myself so hard once those rumors started that I hurt myself trying to prove that I belonged here. I hurt myself trying to prove that I had a spot on the Ducks, and they still traded me anyway. There's a reason I didn't want to face that reality and it's because I was leaving everything behind. Then there was you who seemed like you didn't care what you were leaving behind."

"Because I was ready to move across the country to be with you!" she shouts at him. Her voice is strained as she chokes back tears. "I didn't want to leave everything behind, but I was ready to start a life with you wherever you ended up, then you walked out that door and never came back. You ignored every single text and call I made. You never gave me the chance to explain myself, and now here we are."

He walks back into the bedroom to grab the last three boxes. "I didn't want to hear your excuses," he says as she follows him. "I didn't want to listen to how excited you were to start the next chapter of our lives or whatever while I was struggling to walk away from Anaheim. Sorry if I needed a second."

As he stacks the last boxes on top of each other, she says, "I would've given you as much time as you needed, Jamie. All you had to do was talk to me. Instead, you ignored me." She pauses as Jamie lifts up the boxes. "If I could do the last few months over again, I would. If I could be there for you then I would. I'd support you through anything. I did support you. I watched every single Flyers game you played in and I had to resist the urge to call you when you got hurt a few weeks after the trade. I had to ask Trevor how you were even though he was hurt too because I wasn't sure if you'd answer and I was worried you'd hurt your shoulder like you did last year. I cheered for every point you got and I loved you from 2,700 miles away while you were ignoring me."

Tears form and fall down her cheeks as she tells Jamie what been happening with her since he left. She's angry, but she loves him so much that she's willing to be angry at him for a second while they talk for the first time in months.

She's willing to be angry at him for this one moment.

Jamie puts the boxes on the ground and looks at her. "You still loved me and supported me even though I was ignoring you?" he asks like he doesn't believe her. She nods and wipes away her own tears while she looks at Jamie. "I didn't know-"

"You wouldn't have known because you refused to talk to me," she interrupts as she rubs her face. "I'm sure you didn't bother asking Z how I was either because he didn't tell me if you did ask."

"I asked him not to tell you."

"What?"

He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "I did ask how you were doing, but I told Trevor not to tell you I was asking because I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk to you yet," Jamie explains. "He didn't tell me that you still loved me and were supporting everything I did in Philly."

"Still love," she corrects. "Still support. I always will because I thought for years that it was going to be the two of us til the end. When you walked through that door a little bit ago, I was getting ready to fight for us. I didn't think it was actually over between us, but you tell me if it's over or if we can start over."

Jamie stays quiet, and the only reason she doesn't immediately tell him to leave is because she can see that he's genuinely thinking about her words.

I've taken all I could take And I cannot wait We're wasting too much time Being strong, holding on Can't let it bring us down My life with you means everything So I won't give up that easily

His phone buzzes and he takes it out of the pocket of his shorts. He looks back up at her and says, "I have to-"

"Go?" she interrupts again. "Then go, but know that I'm not done fighting for us and our lives together."

"(Y/N)," Jamie sighs. "I have to go tell Trevor that I'm staying." Her eyes widen. "It's not over between us. I don't want it to ever be over between us, so if you'll let me, I'd like to start over. Redo the last few months or so with you."

All of the tension leaves her body and she nearly falls to the floor. She lets out the biggest sigh of relief, and also the loudest sob that echoes off the walls of the bedroom. She covers her face and cries into her hands.

A pair of arms wrap around her shoulders and she smells Jamie's familiar cologne on his body as it engulfs her. "We'll do it right this time," he assures her. "I promise.

I'll blow it away, blow it away Can we make this something good? 'Cause it's all misunderstood Well, I'll try to do it right this time around

Let's start over I'll try to do it right this time around It's not over Because a part of me is dead and in the ground This love is killing me, but you're the only one It's not over

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Aoi is 13 when he begins to dye his hair, stealing bottles of bleach and toner from the store behind everyone's backs.

Akane watches this with interest, at first; she's only 10, and the idea of getting different colors in her hair is exciting until Aoi warns her not to touch it, and the smell is awful, and he spends hours and hours dying it, and then his roots grow out anyway. She still watches him bleach it once, because he's all she has, even if she's just sitting on the side of the bathtub and listening to him tell her not to steal.

Her brother can steal, but Akane can't; for a reason she can't explain, she thinks that someday she'll commit worse crimes.

Akane watches him move, his reflection in the mirror, and kicks her feet and tries to imagine Aoi with white hair for the rest of his life. Somehow, it fits.

More than that, Akane is happy for this moment. He rarely comes home from work this early, but she's always happy when he does. Already, she's gotten some taste of how little the adults care for the two of them, and the two of them are always alone.

As Akane grows into her memories, so does Aoi. One second he's the boy with the blue scarf who Seven will describe 9 years in the future, and the next he's turning into her memory of Santa, with his white hair and hairbands, and eyes that look both unlike her brother as she knew him at 15, and which undeniably will be him, in the future.

Akane is meticulous about appearances. It's habit; everything has to look the same, and then has to work the same. She sees the Nonary Game through a fragmented, child's memory. She and Aoi and the hired engineers are reverse engineering their own future.

Akane starts wearing arm warmers before Aoi does. She starts wearing her hair into half a bun before Aoi puts on his hairbands.

On the tip of her tongue is a request for him to do the same, to play the role he's meant to play before the day comes that he has to be that perfect Santa from her memories; but she can't bring herself to say it. There's over a year left, she reminds herself, and taps the spot on her wrist that will one day carry a bracelet. She should wear that too, someday, practice being June in more than face and voice and expression.

Aoi already knows what his role is, Akane tells herself. She has to trust him.

When they were kids, she trusted him absolutely, let him work himself down in whatever jobs he could get after school, labor laws be damned--and she's grateful for that, she really is. It's not fair for her to not trust her with this, with her entire life. There's no way that Aoi will mess up.

But still, she worries. She looks in the mirror and thinks that something in her has aged past 20, past 21, into a nebulous future she hasn't tried looking for yet.

The desert rushes past, and Akane is laughing because it's better than crying. Relief is a strange emotion, bubbling through her body as she realizes she doesn't know what to do now.

She's running from everything she created, just as they decided, but she can't stop herself from looking back at Building Q, that strange, boxy shape behind her.

"You didn't have to remind me to put on my seatbelt," she tells Aoi, still staring behind them.

"Yeah I did. I'm still your brother, you know." He's doing that tone, now--a reminder tone, a tone that says listen to me. And she is listening, finally looking back at him. Aoi is her brother. Even if Santa wasn't June's brother--Akane has to remember that Aoi is her brother.

With him, slowly this day will unwind them back into who they really are; June and Santa will go away for the time being.

But maybe she'll miss having something to look for in the future. She really does feel so empty. Akane's life work has ended, 9 years of desperation trying to make the dominoes fall correctly.

But she hasn't lost everything; while she was shaping herself into the person she'd have to be, Aoi has been supporting her. Every moment, every second, as the sun beats down on the sand and Akane is falling through the hourglass, she can still remember what it felt like to have precious time with him, only having each other.

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Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia

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Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, I Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertileIt's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet

Lucy felt as if she were burning from the inside.

The more magic she poured into the book, trying to rewrite its pages, the heavier her limbs felt, it was an excruciating, almost indescribable pain, and after spending a good amount of time in Fairy Tail, Lucy knew pain as an old friend, and this was on a different level entirely.

The burning feeling creeping through her felt like a twisted version of her partner's magic, it wasn't the playful, albeit deadly burning that she came to associate with Natsu when he was in a mood, or sparing within the guild, and it certainly wasn't like the defensive, angry and protective burning like when he's facing off an enemy.

No, this felt evil, malicious, and downright wrong. It was fighting her efforts, trying to stop her from making any changes to the book, but it was doing so in vain.

Lucy had no plan of stopping until she was certain Natsu's life was sufficiently rewritten.

So the pain may be there, and it may be excruciating, but the pain was irrelevant, and so was Gray, with his magic doing its best at cooling her down and fighting off the demonic presence swirling its way through her, and Happy's cries in the background that Lucy could barely register.

The only thing the blonde celestial mage cared about at this moment was saving her partner from the worst kind of fate.

The lines covering her seemed to pulse with every interaction her magic had with the book, but the feeling brought a twisted sense of peace to Lucy, beyond the agonizingly burning feeling coursing through her, it was a confirmation that Natsu was still alive.

He was alive and fighting Zeref in the remains of their guild and she'll be damned if she lets the dark wizard get his way.

If Zeref craves death, death shall come to him. But not at the expense of her partner.

Not at the expense of Natsu.

Natsu who had brought her to Fairy Tail and given her a home, a family, and a sense of belonging for the first time in her life since her mother's death. Natsu, who would move heaven and earth to keep everyone he cares about safe.

Now it was her turn to do the same for him.

He had caught her so many times when she was falling, both literally and figuratively. He had been there for her in almost all of her darkest moments, and while she still hadn't gotten over his year-long disappearance, he would always be her person.

After going through so much together, the good and bad times, through all the tears and laughs. After all their fights, many near-death experiences, and the many things that happened in between, Lucy couldn't really pinpoint when she started falling in love with him, but she was sure what it was now.

And after seeing what life would be like for her without the pink-haired dragon slayer breaking into her house and pulling her towards new adventures with their friends, she didn't want to spend a moment without him in her life.

They can talk about everything after.

After they deal with Zeref and his gods damned book and she knows he's safe and sound.

They can deal with everything after.

Together.

Like they always do.

"Lucy." Gray's voice cut through the haze of her mind and brought her back to where the three of them were kneeling on the ground, and she watched in trepidation as the gaps in the letters floating around them currently in the air filled up completely, glowing a celestial gold in contrast to the red.

She stayed deathly still as they started swirling and recoiling back into the book, just as fast as they appeared, and in a flash of light, the book was lying on the ground in front of her, closed.

"Does that mean Natsu's gonna be okay?" Happy's voice was small and hesitant as he spoke the question brimming in all of their heads.

"I don't know, we're just going to have to wait and see. I've done all I can." Lucy said as steadily as she could all things considered, the marks on her body were no longer glowing, she couldn't feel the other magic anywhere around or inside her and the burning of the lines swirling on her skin was not as intense, the harsh red lines looked like fresh and angry wounds, and they now covered the right side of her body and stung like a bitch.

There was a moment of silence before Lucy felt it all hit her at once and as if all her energy ran out she toppled over, falling on the ground as most of her strength left her. The wounds on her body still felt raw, pulsing with pain every time she took a breath, not to mention she used up quite a bit of her magic while writing in the book.

"Lushii, are you okay?" Happy's voice came from her left, and Lucy smiled a little at the cat's concern as she braced herself and took a deep breath, gritting through the pain as she moved slowly, obviously favoring her left side as she pushed herself into a sitting position. "I'm fine Happy, just a little tired and sore." Lucy said to the blue exceed as she opened up her arms for him.

He jumped without hesitation and she moved her left hand to embrace him, letting her cheek meet his blue fur as they hugged.

"Don't worry Happy, everything is going to be okay, I know it. There's no way I'd let a book beat me, you know I always best them instead." Lucy told him after a few moments, clutching him a little tighter as she spoke.

There was a pause, and then a teary snort came from the cat as he pulled away and sat in her lap instead.

"Like on our first official job as a team, when you almost got pummeled by Virgo when you tried to figure out that weird magical book?" The blue fur ball teased making Lucy laugh at the memory of Virgo's other form.

"Yes, exactly. I beat it then, and I beat it now."

She answered back confidently and with a smile that seemed to put at ease most of Happy's concerns.

Moving slowly, Lucy pulled him off her lap so he was standing on the ground next to her, she started trying to stand again, and then Gray was by her side helping her.

Through all the chaos and emotion in her head, she had forgotten he was with them for a second.

"Thanks." She muttered to him as he helped steady her.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay? The lines haven't disappeared and that was some nasty demon magic." Gray asked apprehensively as he hovered around her as if waiting to see in which direction she would topple over.

Lucy steadied herself as best she could, summoning the strength of her spirits and friends to give her strength, and looked back at her worried friend. She offered him a sincere smile as she answered his question.

"The lines hurt, it feels like a raw wound, it stings, but not as bad as it did, and as for the demon magic, I'm a celestial mage, remember?" She offered him a playful smirk before continuing. "It didn't stand a chance against me."

Gray scoffed at her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Please, if anything it was my magic that kept it at bay." He shot back making Lucy laugh.

"I'm not Natsu, you can't goad me into a fight." And at the mention of Natsu, the trio was brought back to reality as they all turned to look at the book.

It was still lying on the floor, closed with the hole and all.

"It looks the same." Gray muttered as he crossed his arms over his bare chest and he glared at the book. "I know, but it feels different, doesn't it?" Lucy asked as she cautiously moved towards it.

"Yeah, it doesn't feel as demonic as before."

Lucy hummed in agreement as she bent down to pick it up, her hands shaking as she grasped the book and clutched it to her chest as she turned back to look at her companions.

"Do you think they're still fight-" Her sentence was cut off as the book in her hands started to glow and as their gazes fell on it, they were left to watch in horror as the book of END slowly disappeared.

"No! No, no, no." Lucy cried out as she desperately tried to clutch at the fading object, her fingers going straight through it as it faded out of existence.

"Lucy?" Happy's voice was small and shaky, and Lucy knew there were tears in his eyes, but her mind was racing a mile a minute. What the hell just happened?

What went wrong? Surely Natsu didn't lose, she knew there wasn't an opponent that her partner couldn't beat. If they were a threat to Fairy Tail, they were no match for her pink-haired dragon slayer.

And she was so sure that she had written everything correctly, there was no doubt about it.

So why did the book disappear?

"He can't be gone." Lucy whispered out as she looked at Gray and Happy. "He can't." Her voice was small and she could feel the tears streaming down her face but she paid them no mind.

Too focused on trying to keep herself together to care.

"Lucy.." Gray's voice was soft and placating and it made her want to hit him. "He is not gone." Her voice was calm and even as she spoke, with a certain edge to it that dared him to refute her statement.

"Don't be stubborn about this, I know it's hard-" And that's all he got to say before Lucy exploded.

"You don't know anything." She almost hissed in his face making him flinch back at the unexpected and sudden hostility in her tone.

Lucy felt like screaming at that moment, she wanted to shout and punch and wreck anything and anyone in sight. Because Natsu isn't gone.

He can't be.

She had written all of his memories during the life he'd known here, every little detail she knew about him and his time in Fairy Tail and his memories of Igneel, which was pretty much everything there was to know about him.

Lucy might've known him for the shortest amount of time in comparison to most of the guild, but she knew him best. They were partners and best friends, and she refuses to live in a world where that is no longer the case.

"You don't know, you can't. Natsu-" Her voice caught in her throat as she said his name, chest tightening in a way that made it hard to breathe. "He's, he..." Lucy stumbled out clumsily, not knowing how to articulate her words and the feelings that came with them, the possibility of him being gone was practically overwhelming her.

"He can't be gone." She repeats the statement, her words a little shakier this time, as if admitting that Natsu vanishing without a trace would break her.

And it would.

It would completely destroy her.

The silence around them was almost suffocating. After days of fighting, after days of waring with Alvrez, a whole fucking year since she was last truly happy and with her family, a year since she's seen him. So this couldn't be happening. He wasn't gone.

It was like a mantra playing over in her head.

The silence around them and the reality of their situation was like a heavy weight pushing down on them. "Lushi." Happy pawed at her leg and she tilted her head to look at him.

He had tears streaming down his face and his sadness crushed her even further down the spiral. "Oh, Happy." She murmured through sobs as she bent down to pick him up, ignoring the pain from her wounds as she cuddled him closer.

Trying to hold back her tears in vain as she hugged the exceed close to her.

"We should probably go and find the others." Gray's voice broke through the sound of their crying after several moments and Lucy sniffled, trying to compose herself as she turned to nod at him when a shadow caught her eye.

Someone was approaching them, a half-hunched-over figure that seemed to be clutching his side., his steps were a bit wobbly but determined.

The three of them stood tense in anticipation for half a second, before a flash of pink had Lucy almost falling to her knees in relief, her arms unconsciously tightened around the exceed in her arms as they both let relaxed at the sight of him, walking towards them with his stupidly perfect smile and his tousled pink hair.

"Yo." He greeted them as if it was a completely regular day as if they hadn't just fought tooth and nail to save the world and their family.

His nonchalance almost made Lucy want to hit him. But the overwhelming feeling of joy and relief washed over her now that he was within touching distance, and for the time being, nothing else mattered.

"Natsu!" Happy jumped out of her arms and into the pink dragon slayer's embrace, the dragon slayer in question just caught his buddy with his good arm and hugged him close, letting the exceed cry from happiness in his arms.

Lucy watched the moment between her boys with a soft smile and a warm heart, the moment she felt his warmth wrap around her she felt like she was coming home.

Like back at the arena in Crocus, even though the pervert burned her clothes off, the embrace of his heat still felt like home.

"I take it your fight went well?" Gray deadpanned, trying to sound casual, but Lucy could see that he felt the same weight lifted off of him just like her.

Natsu shrugged his shoulders, careful not to jostle Happy where he was perched on the left one as he moved to scratch the back of his head with a sheepish smile on his face. "It ended differently than I expected, but it all worked out in the end, mostly thanks to-" Whatever he was going to say was cut off when he finally got a proper look at his partner.

"Luce?" He said tentatively as he moved a few steps so he was standing in front of her. "What happened?" He asked as he moved his good arm to hover over the lines covering her right arm and side, up her neck and stomach, and on her face.

He traced his fingers around the burns on her arms as his gaze followed the ones on her face. Lucy wondered, not for the first time, what he saw when he looked at her.

Especially now, after everything. Now that Zeref was gone, Lucy had seemingly done the impossible because Natsu didn't die with him. He was standing in front of her, his eyes boring into hers as he waited for an answer.

There were times when she wondered if he felt the same way as her. Fleeting looks and moments between them that ended before they even began, usually because their life was in danger, but it was moments like those that left her wondering more than once if she was imagining things.

Sometimes there was this look he would give her, this intense and complete attention focused on her that usually left her blushing and feeling confused as to what he was thinking.

For how simple and upfront with everything as he was, Natsu was just as much of a mystery in some ways.

"Natsu, what do I look like?" She asked him seriously instead of answering, purposefully dodging the question for now, instead, Lucy wondered if he would remember the moment in Stella after his transformation when he asked her the same thing.

Natsu looked at her with a burning intensity for a fleeting second, before his grip tightened on her arm and he smiled at her so big that she could see his fangs.

"Like Lucy of course." He answered simply and nodded his head, his hand moved from her right to her left and he entwined their fingers together as he pulled her down the street in his usual fashion, albeit slower due to his wounds.

"Let's go and find the others, I think I can smell most of them." He said with a smile and Lucy couldn't help but smile back.

"Aye Sir!" Happy cried from his arms and jumped from Natsu's shoulder, his wings sprouting as he did.

Gray followed closely next to them without a word, keeping pace with ease.

They made their way through the city and managed to find the group that had gathered in the square, Lucy spotted Cana and Gildarts huddled together as they approached, as well as Mira and Lisanna hugging and crying while Elfman's large form was peeking somewhere else in the crowd but she could see he was alive and well and so was the thunder squad.

She could see Fried and Bickslow fussing over Laxus, as well as Levy, Lilly, Gajeel along with Jet, and Droy were all sprawled out on the ground, looking beat but just seemingly in the present trying to digest and make sense of all that happened to them.

Many of the others were also scattered around embracing each other, it was such a merry scene that warmed Lucy's heart. It was a beautiful thing to see everyone reunited and happy.

As they made their way forward to where their family was Lucy felt a sudden shiver of dread down her spine and in her gut, it was inexplainable but somehow the feeling grew heavier and heavier with each step she took forward until finally, the other shoe dropped.

There was a thundering shriek that pierced through the air, causing buildings around them to shake and the volume of it had mages covering their ears as everyone started looking around for the source of the sound.

A crack appeared in the sky above them and Lucy watched absolutely petrified from horror as two things happened simultaneously.

One was watching one of her living nightmares come to life in the face of Acnologia materializing from what looked like a rift of sorts.

The other was seeing and feeling as Natsu faded from where he was standing in front of her. His body dematerializing before she could even react.

The sound of Happy's cry felt like it was far away, barely even registering over the sound of her own heart pounding in her chest and ears.

Lucy felt a wave of absolute despair wash over her as she stared at the spot from where her pink-haired dragon slayer vanished in a flash.

This couldn't be happening. He was just there, walking and talking.

Why would this be happening now?

Was the universe and the gods so cruel that they would let her put her guard down and lull her into a false sense of security before ripping him away from her?

There was a presence at Lucy's side, cold hands gripping her left shoulder, Gray probably, but she was set on ignoring him. While the earlier suspense and despair when the book vanished left her feeling indignant and ready to tear down the world, this time she was seconds away from just giving up entirely, letting the dragon kill her and just be done with it, but then she heard Levy's voice crying out through the streets.

"Gajeel!" Lucy's head snapped in their direction and she watched as the iron dragon slayer disappeared in the same way Natsu did.

And then Evergreen and Fried voice's followed through the crowd as their leader too vanished in a flash of light. "Laxus!?"

Lucy felt the sense of dread die down a little as she realized that maybe Natsu's sudden disappearance wasn't tied to the book, not if all of Fairy Tail's dragon slayers were also gone.

However she didn't see Wendy anywhere in the crowd earlier, and as she was looking around for the you g bluenette, Lucy spotted Erza and Jellal waving through the crowd instead, leaning and supporting each other as they did. Their course was set directly towards where she and Gray were.

"Thank Mavis, we found you." Jellal said as they stopped in front of Lucy, Happy, and Gray.

Erza smiled at them, eyeing Lucy's wounds as she appraised all three of them. She and Jellal looked both worse for wear but thankfully nothing life-threatening as far as she could tell.

"It looks like everyone is mostly going to be okay, but we have a bigger issue on our hands, Acnologia has taken all the dragon slayers and is fighting them in a separate dimension, while his dragon form is trying to kill us." Erza was direct and to the point as always and at her words Lucy felt like someone suddenly stopped choking her and she could breathe easily again.

Yes, the thought of him fighting the most terrifying dragon she'd ever seen was, well terrifying.

But the thought of Natsu fading completely from existence was much more than terrifying.

And with all the dragon slayers that Acnologia summoned, Lucy was sure that they would be able to win.

I mean it's in their name, isn't it? Lucy had full faith that Natsu and the others would handle him.

The bigger problem was, how were they supposed to slay a dragon?

Even with Erza and Gildarts, their chances were slim, the Master is still out of commission and last Lucy heard Porlyusica said it wasn't looking good.

It felt like any attempt they made would be futile, they wouldn't stand a chance against him.

But, maybe if they can't slay it, they could do the next best thing.

"I have an idea." She said resolutely, hoping and praying to anyone who would listen that they make it through this.

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The overwhelming feeling of relief as Lucy watched the giant dragon fade away was marginally overshadowed by the fear for her partner and the other dragon slayers that were still fighting its counterpart.

Hopefully, the fact that Acnologia's dragon form disappeared from where they were keeping it trapped in the Fairy Sphere meant that the slayers handled his other form on whatever plane they were.

The question now was, how are they supposed to come back?

"Lucy!" Happy's voice came from her left and then the exceed was in her arms looking up at her. "That was a great plan Lushii, do you think Natsu and the others are okay?"

"I believe in our dragon slayers, there's no way they would get beaten by Acnologia." Lucy answered him, willing her words to be true.

When Lucy told Erza her plan earlier, it sounded crazy even to her ears. But the redhead had complete faith in her, mobilizing the rest of the guild and members from other guilds that gathered as the dragon appeared from the sky with ease.

Coordinating everyone to get in position and dividing people into teams so they could get the dragon trapped on the boat, and use Fairy Sphere to keep him at bay.

They found out from Sabertooth and Kinana that both Rouge and Sting were taken, as well as Cobra.

Lucy figured that the black dragon was so sure of himself that he could take down all the dragon slayers at once and the mages left in the square with ease. His stupidity and arrogance paid the price for underestimating them.

Fairy Tail's four were enough to squash Lucy's fear of them dying by Acnologia's claws, but when she found out the other three were there fighting with them as well, she unconsciously let herself relax a little.

Most of the people who gathered to help with binding the dragon were now celebrating around her, cheering, crying, and hugging each other, some were falling to the ground in relief and elation at the realization that the war was finally over over-washed them.

Lucy wanted to join the celebrations, but there was one thing that was still missing before she could, or a couple of things to be more precise.

"Any second now." She muttered to herself as she watched everyone with tears brimming in her eyes.

It was finally over.

But Lucy didn't dare let her guard down, still apprehensive to join in with everyone in their joy.

"Lushii, look! The sky is parting again." Happy's voice tugged her from her musings and she turned to look up, only to see the dragon slayers literally falling from the sky as various cracks appeared.

With her pink dragon slayer on course to fall directly on top of her and Happy.

"Natsu!" The exceed cried as he noticed the pink-haired missile flying their way so fast that Lucy didn't have time to move or try and dodge him, and then he was crashing into her, harshly knocking the three of them to the ground.

Lucy let out a huff of air as his body weight covered hers as a result of breaking most of his fall.

But she paid no mind to the sharp pain as a sunny smile appeared on Natsu's face, happy, confident, and completely content with lying on the ground wrapped around them as he looked down at her and Happy beaming. "I'm home." He rasped out as he tilted his head down to rest his forehead on hers.

"Welcome back." Lucy's voice was thick with emotion as she answered, she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, but the happiness that washed over her from having him back, for good this time, was currently overwhelming everything else.

"Don't scare us like that again Natsu!" Happy's voice cried out as the exceed wiggled out from in between them and moved to hug him.

"Sorry little buddy, I didn't expect that to happen. But we're all good now. Me and the others handled it." He smiled at the exceed and moved to hug him.

His smile was genuine, but there was an edge to his voice when he talked about the fight and Lucy couldn't imagine how it must have been for him, having to fight the man that killed his father.

"How's your arm?" Lucy asked moving back and going to inspect the said appendage, suddenly remembering the state of it when he appeared after his fight with Zeref.

"It's good, no need to be such a worry wart." He tried to tease as he moved his injured hand away from her grasp, but Lucy saw the pain on his face as he moved it, and it still looked pretty rough.

"We need to get Wendy, where is she?" Lucy was already in motion, ready to go and find the sky dragon slayer so she could help heal his wounds when a hand caught hers, his injured hand, stopping her from moving.

The look in his eyes was serious, there was an edge to it that she didn't think she'd ever seen.

"It was a very tough battle, let the kid rest. She deserves it, and I'll be fine." She watched him for a moment, his words washing over her before she nodded in agreement. He was right Wendy had fought so hard. Helping Erza fight against her mother, having her body stolen, and on top of all of that, she too had to fight the dragon that killed her parent.

Lucy felt stupid and selfish in that moment. She had completely forgotten about the other dragon slayers who had also lost their parents to Acnologia.

Gajeel, Wendy, Sting, and Rouge had all suffered the same fate. How could she forget such a thing?

"Okay, I can help then." Her tone was obstinate as she spoke, moving her hand to her belt.

As she pulled out Gemini's key, Lucy used the smidge of her magic that was left to summon the twins.

"Piri-piri, How can we help you today Lucy." They asked in unison as they floated in the air.

"Hello Gemini, could you please turn into Wendy and heal as much of Natsu's arm as you can?" Lucy half pleaded with her spirit, hoping she would have enough strength left to ease some of his discomfort.

"Of course." Said one twin while the other spun around agreeing with its counterpart. "Piri-piri." The pull on her magic was strong as they transformed into the bluenette and started healing, green hands glowing over Natsu's half-mangled arm.

Lucy felt a little proud of herself as she watched her spirit at work, she had held out longer than she thought she could, and Gemini managed to heal most of the injury before the copy of Wendy stopped abruptly and straightened so she could stand, offering the summoner a smile as they did.

"Most of the wound is healed. I believe that we should go now before you use up all your magic, Piri-piri." Wendy's voice morphed into the twin's echo as they spoke and Lucy nodded in agreement, feeling a lightheaded from the sudden movement. Her reserves were ridiculously low, and it was a miracle she hadn't passed out by now.

"Thank you Gemini, I appreciate it." She smiled at her spirits as she sent them back into the celestial realm.

"What about you?" Natsu asked, his eyes darting between where the spirit disappeared and Lucy, she turned to look at him in confusion. "What about me?" She asked in return, tilting her head to the side as she watched Natsu stand and flex his newly healed arm.

"What about your wounds, who's gonna heal them?"

His voice was serious and Lucy felt like someone pulled the rug from under her, all the adrenaline coursing through her made her forget about the hopefully bruised but probably cracked ribs that flared with every breath she took, the slight kink she felt in her knee after a nasty fall, and not to mention the wounds caused while she was rewriting Natsu's book that stung with every move she made.

"All of mine combined aren't as bad as your arm was, I'll live until Wendy's feeling better." Lucy answered with a shrug and offered him a smile.

He was frowning as she spoke, and she watched it deepen as he caught her wince slightly when she shrugged.

"Or, we could go and see the cranky witch now." Natsu suggested, crossing his arms on his chest as he looked at her.

Lucy was about to protest that she was fine and that all her wounds could wait till tomorrow, but then she remembered the mass that was inside of Natsu, and with the book disappearing, they needed to know if it was still there. They needed to know what she did when she rewrote his book, his life.

"Yes, we absolutely need to go see Porlyusica immediately, I can't spot her in the crowd, can you smell where she is?" Lucy asked, suddenly on high alert as she scanned the crowd for a flash of pink hair.

"Yeah, I do. She's somewhere over by the Cathedral, come on." Natsu grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd, weaving his way through it as he followed his nose to where the pink-haired healer was.

Happy followed behind them quietly, keeping close as they walked past their friends and comrades.

As they passed people on their way Lucy saw Gajeel on the ground, being hugged by a crying Levy and Lilly, a fond and soft expression on his face as they embraced him, the sight of them brought a soft smile to her face.

It seemed that something happened between the iron dragon slayer and the script mage during the war, or maybe even while they were working together during Fairy Tail's disbandment.

Lucy can't wait to get that information out of her friend after things calm down a bit. There was so much they had to talk about and she was grateful that they lived through this and now have a chance to do so.

She saw Sting and Rouge, who were surrounded by their guild mates, Yukino and Minerva as well as Frosch and Lector who were fussing over their guild master and his partner as the rest of Saber Tooth's members lingered around them, happy to have their dragon slayers back safe.

Asuka was reunited with her parents and Lucy watched with a smile as Biska and Alzak were rejoicing at the end of the battle with their daughter.

She spotted Wendy and Charla together with Jellal and Erza, the three of them fretting over the sky dragon slayer, who looked worse for wear and like she was going to pass out at any second, but the smile on her face was warm and bright.

Lucy felt warmth overwash her as she watched her family, beaten and bruised but whole, full of life, and enjoying the levity of the aftermath.

She was finally letting herself relax and breathe for the first time since Master Makarov told them about the threat of Alvarez.

Zeref was gone, the Spriggan 12 were defeated and Alvarez's army had pulled back after their Emperor's demise, and most importantly, Acnologia was dead.

He will never be a threat to her family again.

Natsu pulled her a little to the right, and as she spotted the old witch looking over some people who needed medical attention, as they passed mages left and right, Lucy spotted Gray and Juvia secluded by a tree together.

She saw Gray notice them as they made their way toward the pink-haired healer and she watched him stand up quickly so he could follow them, whispering something to the water woman before jogging up to where she, Natsu, and Happy were waiting for the old woman to finish with Warren and Max.

"Are you finally going to get checked out?" Gray's voice carried through the crowd as he moved to stand near them.

"We need her to check Natsu first and see if there's any lingering issues with the mass, and whatever happened when the book disappeared." Lucy told him, shooting him a look as he half-glared at her in turn.

Natsu dropped her hand at her words, tilting his head to the side as he looked at her with a frown, confusion written all over his face. "No, we're here so she can check out your wounds, Lucy."

It didn't go unnoticed by anyone within hearing range that he used her name instead of the usual nickname, and she knew that meant he was serious, but so was she damnit!

Lucy had been the one to rewrite the damn book, she was the one who had to witness it fade from existence and she was the one that had to watch over him as he lay there, unconscious as whatever the hell was in that book tried to take over him.

So there were no arguments to be had here, Porlyusica could take a look at her after they were certain that Natsu was going to be okay.

Turning back to her partner she readied herself for an argument over this. "I told you I'm fine. You're the one with the weird and suspicious mass inside of you that tried to take over your body! The book of END disappeared and we need to know if you're going to be okay!" She was nearly shouting by the end of her little monologue, and both Natsu and Gray were looking at her with wide eyes at her outburst.

There was a moment of silence between them, a moment where Gray stared her down with fury in his eyes while Natsu looked worried and like he was ready to fight her on this.

"Lushi.." Happy's voice sounded sad as he called out to her, making Lucy close her eyes, taking a moment to breathe and calm herself down.

Natsu was here, and Zeref and Acnologia were gone.

They're okay.

"You're the one who rewrote that book damnit!" Gray's voice made her snap her head in his direction, looking at him with wide eyes at his outburst.

"That fucking demon magic was trying to kill you while you were messing with it, Lucy! Look at those marks! Who knows the damage it could've done to you? You need to let her take a look at you."

Gray sounded more pissed than she's ever heard him, and Lucy winced as she watched Natsu's gaze snap from the ice wizard to her, eyes tracking the lines that his book left on her skin with an almost terror-stricken gaze.

"I did that?" He sounded horrified at the possibility and moved a step closer, arm moving as if to touch the wounds, but his hand fell to his side halfway through the motion as if he reconsidered the action.

"No, you didn't do anything." Lucy started to explain, but before she could say anything else the pink-haired witch appeared in front of them.

"What do you lot need then?" Porlyusica's voice broke through the tension and they all turned to look at her. The usual scowl painted on her face as she scanned over them, her gaze lingering on Natsu's partly healed arm and her wounds.

"We need you to take a look at her." Natsu said firmly as he moved to stand behind her, letting the healer have full access to Lucy. "She messed around with demon magic, it attacked her while she was rewriting one of Zeref's books." Gray explained as he crossed his arms and shot a smug look her way, knowing that Lucy couldn't get out of it now.

No one was stupid enough to argue with Porlyusica, besides Master Makarov.

The old witch shot Lucy a look, one that could only be read as exasperation before moving closer to check over her.

"I swear all of you brats are reckless with your lives." Half muttering curses, the pink-haired woman moved closer and started her examination of Lucy with her magic.

The evaluation took a few minutes, and the scowl on the healer's face seemed to deepen with every second that passed. Lucy tried not to think about it, focusing instead on the way she could feel Natsu lingering behind her the whole time, no part of him touched her, but she felt his heat surrounding her nonetheless. It was a comforting feeling that helped her relax as the older woman probed at her with magic.

After several minutes and one final scan of her body, Porlyusica moved her hands away from Lucy and took a step back, sighing to herself as her hand moved to rub the bridge of her nose.

"You lot, just as stupid and reckless as your guild master! And just as lucky as well, it seems that it takes quite a lot to kill you. He's lucky to be alive, and so are both of you." Her voice was chastising but fond at the same time, and Lucy felt relieved to hear their master was still alive.

In all the chaos with Acnologia, she never managed to find out what happened to him, but she couldn't help but notice that the last part of the older woman's sentence was directed towards her and at her partner who was lingering behind her.

"Me?" Natsu questioned and Lucy turned her head so she could see him, he was hovering over her shoulder and she could feel his heat around her. He looked confused, and his expression made her smile a little.

His eyes glanced towards her for a split second before he looked back at the healer and Lucy followed his gaze to where the older woman was looking at them with appraisal, and Lucy wondered what she saw.

"Yes, dragon slayer, you. Whatever your friend did saved your life." She answered Natsu's question before turning her gaze towards Lucy.

"I'm not sure how you managed such a feat girl, it would take great power and knowledge, but it seems that you are now his tether." Porlyusica explained before turning back to her partner.

Her words made Lucy's throat clench and her head spin.

Tether? What did that mean? Before she could voice her thoughts and ask questions, the other woman spoke again.

"Come here, boy." She called over at Natsu to move closer, and with a huff of smoke from her calling him 'boy' he wordlessly moved from behind her to stand slightly in front of the healer.

"Hmm." The pink-haired witch hummed as she started her check-up of Natsu. Lucy watched with trepidation as she continued the examination, her head swirling with questions and what-ifs. Fear and anxiety coiled around her for what felt like ages before finally, Porlyusica pulled away with a frown.

"Well, the mass from before has shrunk significantly, it's like it's being extinguished as fast as it's trying to grow. An endless battle of will and magic that seems to be keeping it at bay." The woman's sharp eyes turned to Lucy, boring into her as she continued. "That would be your magic. Like I said, you are his tether now."

Her tone made Lucy's chest tighten, the adrenaline from everything that's happened seemed to have left her and now all that remains is pain, exhaustion, and on top of it, confusion.

"When, when you say tether, what exactly does that mean?" Lucy asked as she moved a step forward so she could be closer to Natsu, their sides brushing slightly as she sought comfort in his heat, and the smoky, almost spicy scent that he always carried with him.

The one that she hadn't realized was so infused with everything she owned until he was gone and she was left with the fading scents and the tear-stained note he left her with that night after Tartaros.

"It means you ground him to his plane of existence. If anything should happen to you, his tether to life will also snap. It means that whatever you did resulted in his previous tether diminishing and allowed for you to take over, and while the previous tether was tied to the mass it only strengthened it, encouraging it to grow.

Your magic as I've stated before is now fighting it, keeping it at bay." Porlyusica explained, her tone was surprisingly soft as she spoke, and the look in her eyes was less of a glare than usual. "There's only so much I can deduce at this moment. For now, I can say that there are no malicious traces of dark magic lingering, you're going to have to come to see me in a few days so I can do a proper analysis, I've used a lot of magic these days I'm going to need time to replenish, rest and do some research."

Lucy didn't know what to feel at the revelation. It wasn't surprising to her that something like this happened, you don't mess around with dark magic without consequences. And this was no mere dark magic, this was Zeref's greatest weapon, the demon that was a nightmare to other demons.

Lucy was not stupid enough to think that she would get away with it with just some scars and the memory of the fear she felt while trying to save her very first true friend, the man she had slowly been falling in love with, probably since the moment she met him.

But this was different. This was something that came with severe consequences. If anything happened to her, Natsu would also die.

This thought left her in a state of trepidation and fear, her mind running wild with the realization.

"So, the reason the book disappeared was because Lucy is what's keeping flame-brain alive?" Gray's voice cut through the mess inside of her head and Lucy glanced at the man next to her. Natsu seemed frozen in place as he stared at the old woman and processed the information.

She wondered what was going on in his head. Now more than ever before she wished she somehow could peer inside and see.

"Yes, I would suppose so, if the book was his previous tether to life then once she tempered with it and took over, it had no reason to keep existing."

Lucy nodded her head as she turned the theory in her head.

It made sense. Lucy had infused her magic not just into the book, but Natsu himself. His essence was tied to it, and when she used her magic to rewrite his life, she had unknowingly tethered herself to him. Or was it the other way around?

Does it even matter now?

"I knew I felt you during my battle with Zeref." Natsu's voice was low as he spoke, and Lucy turned to find him still staring ahead, avoiding all their gazes. "I was down and the bastard almost had me." He continued speaking, hands balling into fists as steam started rolling off his skin.

"I knew it was you, there was this shift inside of me, and then this tingly and cozy feeling took over like it was giving me strength." He turned then to look at her, and his distraught expression caught her off guard.

"You gave me the strength to fight on and beat him. I couldn't have done without you, I knew that, but this?" He stopped himself before he could continue, his arm moving so it could trace around some of the marks on her shoulder.

"You shouldn't have done it Luce, it wasn't worth the trouble." His voice was quiet and soft as he spoke, but his words made her angry.

How dare he say that his life wasn't worth it.

"That's not an option for you to have." She almost snapped, her tone taking them both by surprise. "It was my choice to make Natsu, and if I had to I would do it all over again. Risks and all."

Lucy told him, making a point to maintain eye contact as she did because he needed to understand that if it meant saving his life, there was no risk she wasn't willing to take. "Look at me in the eyes and tell me that you wouldn't have done the same for me?" She challenged him with a raised brow and he stilled at her words.

His eyes were sad as he looked at her, scanning the marks on her body as he struggled to accept her words.

"It's not the same." He shook his head as he spoke, his voice so quiet that she almost didn't hear him, and the words made her heart clench. "No, it's worse." She shot back with a glare, feeling complete disbelief that they were having this argument.

How could he feel like his life means nothing? Is he not aware that everyone would be devastated if anything happened to him? Does he not understand that she and Happy would be completely lost without him?

Anger and sadness raged against each other as Lucy watched Natsu's shock at her retort, eyes widening for a moment before his frown took over.

"That's enough you two, I have other patients to attend to, let me treat your wounds and then you can continue arguing like children." Porlyusica's voice cut off any retort Natsu was going to send her way and she didn't know whether to be relieved or angry.

She didn't want to fight with Natsu, but at the same time, she needed to get it through his thick skull that his life does matter. Not just to her but to everyone in the guild and beyond it, all the friends they made along their many adventures and all the people they helped save.

His life mattered and it was worth fighting for.

The old woman seemed to be back to her cranky and angry self, and Lucy didn't want her to piss her off anymore than they already have, so as she motioned for the two of them to come closer she complied without a word.

She went for Natsu first, inspecting his arm. "It's mostly healed, this salve should take care of any discomfort, and you can use it on the rest of your bruises as well." She wrapped a portion of his arm after applying said salve, giving him instructions on how to care for his injuries as she bandaged it, and Lucy made sure to listen carefully because she knew he wasn't going to.

"And you," Porlyusica turned her attention to Lucy. "Your ribs are fractured in several places, so I need to bind them." They stood in silence as the healer applied something to both of her sides before wrapping bandages around her ribs, and handing her a jar of something. "You can use this on your knee to take down the swelling and as for those..." The old woman trailed off as she gestured at the marks made by END.

"I'm not sure there's much anyone can do about them. They don't feel like an ordinary wound, and I'm willing to bet it won't heal like one either." She spoke the words almost gently as if trying to break the news to Lucy.

But it was hardly a surprise to the celestial mage, she knew the moment they appeared burning into her skin that there was no turning back. So she pushed her shoulders back and lifted her head so she could look the woman in the eyes.

"I did what I intended to do, if a couple of scars are my payment for such a thing then so be it." Lucy answered the woman honestly and with a smile and turned to look at her partner standing next to her, staring at her with an unreadable expression. He was beaten and bruised, having just fought off not only his immortal menace of a brother but also the fucking so-called called Dragon King.

But he was still breathing and he was still Natsu.

And that's all that matters.

So if she had to bear the scars of her victory, she would do so with pride. Because she is proud of both of them for continuing to fight and make it out the other side together.

It's always more fun when they're together, after all.

The old woman looked between her and Natsu, and for a moment the scary witch looked almost melancholic and fond, a small smile pulled on one side of her face. It was gone as abruptly as it appeared and the pink-haired woman was back to her usual scowl as she clicked her tongue.

"So be it, like I said I'm not sure how much the salve will help but it is my best work. And my best is unmatched." Lucy nodded at her, fighting the urge to salute the old healer for some reason.

"Thank you, we truly appreciate it and know what an honour it is." Her words made the woman tut in exasperation and wave them off with her hands.

"Just get out of my hair you brats, go and bother someone else, or better yet, go home and rest." The healer dismissed them and moved on to the other mages in need of help.

Gray shifted on his feet in place as he looked between Lucy, Natsu, and the weird tension that was now building between them. "Well, that was unexpected." His tone was awkward as he spoke and it made Lucy want to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, she bit down the hysterical need to giggle and knew from the way her mind felt hazy that she needed sleep.

"I'm going back to Juvia." He moved to walk away before pausing. "Natsu, can I talk to you for a second?" The ice mage inclined his head and Natsu moved to follow him with a brief glance back at Lucy.

"Lushi, can we go home now?" Happy asked from where he was standing and Lucy bent down to pick him up. "Yes, I think we all deserve some rest, everything else can wait until tomorrow don't you think?" She asked and hugged him close as she looked over at where Natsu and Gray were having a seemingly heated conversation.

Lucy couldn't make out what they were talking about, but by the looks of it, this wasn't their usual pissing contest. She caught Gray gesturing towards her and Happy a few times, and Natsu all but setting the other man on fire by the end of it.

"Well fuck if I ever try to help you again!" Gray's voice carried through the street and Lucy watched Natsu flipping him off as he walked away. "I didn't ask for your help ice prick."

The whole encounter left Lucy feeling confused and a little worried, but with the steam that was rolling off of her partner, she decided to ask him about it tomorrow, for now, she followed him silently as they made their way through Magnolia, on their way to Strawberry Street and her apartment.

Lucy was glad that this part of town was spared from the attacks and that her home was still in one piece. The thought of her bath and bed was a dream come true and she couldn't wait to fall asleep and be able to rest properly.

As the events from the day finally started to sink in, all the turmoil, fear, and pain that she's gone through in a short amount of time. With the adrenaline rush completely fading, she was left almost dragging her feet as they arrived in front of the house.

Natsu, she noticed seemed rigid the whole time as he walked next to her. Posture tight and coiled, like a caged animal. It left her worried and perplexed as to what she should do. Not knowing if she should reach out to him or not.

He'd never lashed out at her before, but this felt different somehow, something was eating at him and he was on edge.

Lucy has never, and will never be scared of Natsu. That was a fact. But she was feeling apprehensive at the moment, stuck between a rock and a hard place. She didn't know if she had the strength to argue with him, and she was sure that whatever conversation they had about his mood would end in an argument.

Silently she hoped they could just shower and fall asleep, leave everything else for the morning.

The walk up to her apartment was quiet, besides the shuffling of their footsteps and Happy's light snoring. It was quiet as they walked in and Lucy made her way into her bedroom with Natsu following behind, she set Happy on the bed, not wanting to wake the exhausted exceed as she straightened and looked at her partner.

He was facing away from her, she could tell by his side profile that he was looking at her desk.

"I'm going to take a quick shower unless you want to go first?" Lucy finally broke the silence between them as she moved to her dresser to take out some clothes.

"Nah, you go ahead." There was an edge to his voice as he spoke and when she turned to look at him, she found him still looking away from her, posture almost frigid.

Lucy watched him for several moments, trying to decipher his thoughts in vain. He seemed so closed off and stiff.

"Okay, I'll be back in five." She told him slowly and assuringly, walking backward so she could watch him as she made her way to the bathroom.

He avoided her gaze the whole time.

Lucy sped through taking off her clothes and bandages, not even bothering to wait for the water to heat up properly as she jumped in the shower.

Sighing as the water hit her skin, Lucy moved for her wash cloth and body wash and began scrubbing off all the grime and blood that stuck to her.

Making sure to be careful on her right side, where the marks on her skin still stung.

Washing her hair without conditioner to make it quicker, Lucy sped through the shower and quickly dried and dressed herself, the only thing on her mind was her bed and Natsu.

As she walked out into her bedroom, using the towel to dry her hair Lucy yawned as the exhaustion started overtaking her body.

"The bathroom's free." She announced as she crossed the threshold, towel drying her hair as she looked up and around the room for Natsu.

Instead, she found an empty room.

Heart pounding in her stomach, Lucy tried to swallow her panic as she moved slowly around the room as if Natsu was hidden somewhere, as she looked around she noticed that the window was open as she made her way towards it. Amid the chaos in her mind, she noticed with a passing glance a piece of paper lying on her bed, next to a still-sleeping Happy.

Lucy fell to her knees at the sight of it, tears slipping down her face as she started feeling a sick and twisted version of de ja vu. Not even bothering to read the words, all she could do at the moment was break down and try to swallow her sobs.

It felt like a long time coming.

Even with all the good that happened, the fact that all of her friends and family were still alive, they had made it through the war.

There was still a lingering sense of sadness and a touch of abandonment. Most of the latter was triggered by Natsu, but the rest of them too in a way.

The separation still stung. The fact that everyone just accepted their fate when the master disbanded the guild still stung, Natsu's abandonment combined with losing Aquarius left her a shell of herself last time.

This time, she had been petrified by the thought of him disappearing. Twice she had almost had a nervous breakdown when it looked like he had.

And now he had the gal to run?

Lucy felt like she was hyperventilating, trying to catch her breath and calm her mind. Reassuring herself that he was still alive. Porlyusica said that she was his tether to life now, so as long as she was alive so was he.

After a few deep breaths, she tried to compose herself and moved to read whatever the bastard had to tell her this time.

'- I'm sorry I had to leave. I'll be back in a few days, I promise.

I'm sorry.

Natsu.'

A sudden burst of anger flew through her at the words that were written. She read and reread the note several times before she crumpled the paper in her hands and shot up, moving hastily to her drawer of clothes, changing swiftly out of her pajamas into a top and shorts.

The hell he was just going to leave her with nothing but a piece of paper again.

She didn't care if he was coming back tomorrow, in a week, month, or ever. She wanted him to look her in the eyes and tell her that.

None of this bullshit anymore.

Lucy debated on waking up Happy but decided against it, the exceed went through a lot today and fought so hard, that she knew he was exhausted.

As she left her apartment, both of his notes crumpled into her pocket, Lucy felt stumped as she stopped her steadfast trek.

How was she supposed to find him?

He said he would be back in ' a few days ' which hopefully meant that he wouldn't go far. Not to mention that he still hasn't showered or changed his clothes.

Not even he would just up and leave without changing and packing a little. With that realization, Lucy started running towards his house, hopeful that he was still there.

Even if he didn't intend to stay long, he would need time to clean up and pack, so she needed to be fast.

The adrenaline of the situation helped with her exhaustion and gave Lucy the burst of energy that she needed to make the trek from her apartment to his cottage in the woods.

Her thoughts were running faster than her as she raced through the forest, her emotions torn between fuming with anger and sadness, almost despondent and confused.

Panting as she approached the stone house, Lucy saw the smoke coming out of the chimney and her shoulders fell in relief, the feeling was incredibly short-lived as fury overtook her and she moved with quick steps to the door.

Not bothering to knock or announce herself, he probably heard her coming anyway, so she barged into his house, letting the door slam as she entered and scanned the living area for him.

"Who the hell-Lucy?" His voice came from the bathroom and he was half-dressed when he entered the room, looking at her with a mix of apprehension and fear. "What are you, I mean didn't you see the note I left?" He looked spooked to see her standing there in his house, eyes wide and shifting around, as if looking for a way out, again reminding her of a caged animal.

"Oh I saw your note, that's why I'm here." Lucy shook with barely contained rage as she stalked towards him slowly but with determination, reaching into her pocket she pulled out both of his dumb fucking notes and slapped them into his chest when she was standing in front of him.

"You are a fucking coward Natsu Dragneel." She spat at him with tears in her eyes as the notes fell to the ground between them.

Natsu was motionless as he watched her, just standing there, completely perplexed and weary which pissed her off even more. "How dare you do this again?" Lucy's words caught in her throat as the fear of losing him crept back to the surface.

"I had to watch that book disappear, had to live with the thought of you being gone, not once but twice in the span of half an hour! Do you have any idea what that's like? Thinking that I failed to save you." She was ranting now, words coming out without filter as all her emotions started flowing out.

Something she said must have hit a nerve because it brought Natsu out of his shock and straight into anger.

"Do I have any idea what that's like?" His voice was cold, and almost mocking as he repeated her question back to her and it caught Lucy by surprise.

They had never fought before, verbally or physically. Sure they exchanged bars and insults, and he knew how to push every single one of her buttons to annoy her. But they never argued, and certainly not like this.

Not with words intended to cut.

Taking a step back Lucy watched as he clenched his jaw and the fist at his side, rolling his shoulders as if he couldn't keep still. Her anger was still present and burning but the situation had gotten out of her control and they were in unknown territory now.

"I have a crystal clear picture of that reality Lucy, don't you worry." His tone felt like a slap to the face and she didn't know where to go from here.

Natsu took a step closer to her, closing the gap between them as he lowered his head slightly so they were face to face.

"You had to live with the idea that I was gone? I had to watch you die." His voice was low and rough and his words built a lump in her throat as he spoke.

"I had to watch you die once, had to watch you sacrifice your life for your own, in hopes of a better future for all of us and I was helpless to do anything to save you." Natsu's voice caught slightly at the end of the sentence and he closed his eyes for a moment before shaking his head, as if banishing the images away, and looked back at her again with burning eyes.

Lucy watched him with a heavy heart as she remembered that awful and traumatic event during the Grand Magic Games.

Seeing herself die was an unreal and incomprehensible experience, one that she was never going to forget. She still had nightmares sometimes, but she never thought about how it affected Natsu.

It seemed to have left him traumatized as well.

"And then I had to wake up in that fucking place where you were all bloody and motionless and it was like the Grand Magic Games all over again but it was worse this time," Leaning back slightly so he could let her see the pain and fear on his face. "Because this time it was you that I thought was dead, not a future version."

He stopped for a moment as if hesitating. "My Lucy,

And you know what happened after that."

The memory of his fight with Grey sent a shiver down her spine, they had almost killed each other.

He had almost fully transformed into END and was ready to take out Zeref and himself.

Lucy was overwhelmed with the idea that her perceived death was the trigger for such a response and her head was left spinning. Her anger won out in the end.

"Then why the fuck did I walk out of my bathroom earlier and find a stupid note on my bed instead of you?" Lucy shot back as the anger roared inside her all over again, he wasn't making sense. "You couldn't wait and tell me that you need a few days to my face?" Her voice quivered slightly, it was hard to hold back tears, after such an emotionally draining day.

"What do you think it was like for me, walking out of that bathroom to find that you were gone after what happened today?

What do you think it was like the first time that happened, after Tartaros, when I came home to an empty apartment and a fucking note from you? Do you know how far I ran in hopes of catching up to you? And now you have the gal to pull the same stunt?"

He flinched slightly at her words, frowning as he went to say something, but she cut him off.

"No, no more bullshit, no more excuses. You may be brave enough to fight some of the strongest wizards in this world and others, but if you can't look me in the eyes and tell me that you're leaving then you're nothing more than a coward."

Lucy felt the fight leave her completely as most of her feelings came pouring out, she moved to cross her arms in hopes of keeping herself upright. The events of the day and this argument with Natsu left her feeling completely drained.

There was a moment of silence between them, a moment in which Natsu just watched her with an expression she'd never seen before.

That seemed to be happening a lot today.

"Luce..." His voice was hesitant as he used the nickname only he called her, and it made her chest tighten.

"I am a coward, a selfish fucking coward." He moved his hand slowly before it was hovering over her right cheek as his eyes bore into hers.

"I'm a coward because I left without talking to you. I knew that if I told you I was leaving, you would want to come with me." His words affirmed her thoughts behind his actions and it stung. "You didn't want to tell me no." She said softly as a few tears fell down her cheeks.

His warm fingers danced on her skin as he moved them to wipe them away, the feeling of them was warm and gentle, making her shut her eyes at the sensation and lean in slightly.

"I knew I wouldn't be able to." He admitted in an equally soft voice and it made her open her eyes so she could look at him.

"That's where the selfish part comes in." He moved his fingers from where they were gently caressing her cheek to move a strand of hair behind her ear. "If you asked to come with me, I wouldn't have been able to say no. So I took the easy way out." He explained with a sigh.

"I had to leave. After everything that happened with Tartraos and then with Acnologia and Igneel... I couldn't stay in Magnolia, I had to leave to become stronger. And I never thought the guild would disband. I never thought I was leaving you alone. For that I'm sorry." His confession was earnest and spoken softly but with determination, and it made Lucy's heart race at the pleading look in his eyes.

Lucy could understand where he was coming from, she would have understood then too. She would have been angry and hurt but if he had told her even a fraction of what he's told her now she wouldn't have pushed. She would have also appreciated the truth.

She forgave him the moment she saw him standing in that half-melting arena in Crocus, but Lucy still felt a bit lighter knowing his thought process.

"And today after having to fight my immortal brother and the man who killed my father, after finding out that a part of me did this to you..." His fingers grazed her right arm gently as he spoke, tracing his fingers over the marks caused by the demon magic.

"I did this to you. While you were trying to save me, I was trying to kill you." His hand dropped from her arm and he took a step back, head turning to the side as he looked away from her with a clenched jaw and clenched fist.

"You didn't do this Natsu, you didn't do anything but fight for the people you love and try to survive. I don't blame you for this. I don't care about any of it. Don't you understand that I would've sacrificed my life if it meant saving yours?" Lucy's tone was cautious as she spoke, tightening her arms around her.

"That's the point!" Natsu exclaimed suddenly, startling her as he turned to look at her with wide eyes. "Even after all my training, I wasn't able to keep you safe! I left so I could grow stronger and I still wasn't strong enough." His chest was heaving a bit by the time he finished talking, rising and falling rapidly as he stared her down.

Lucy watched him with a heavy heart, wanting to reach out and comfort him but not knowing how he would take it. "Natsu.." She tried composing her thoughts.

This was a side of her partner that she'd never seen, this wild-eyed, scared, and almost despondent side of him that made her want to hug him and never let go.

He carried too much weight on his shoulders. For all his boisterous attitude and feigned stupidity, Natsu holds himself to an impossible standard and has an unwilling determination to throw himself into the deadliest situations in hopes of saving the people he loves.

He felt like he needed to protect everyone, but someone had to protect him. Lucy needed him to understand, so she moved forward and took him by the shoulders so he was looking at her.

"That isn't how this works Natsu." She gestured between them. "We keep each other safe, it's a two-way street. You have my back and I have yours," Her tone determined as she spoke. "Because none of it matters if you're not right here next to me." Lucy tried to get him to understand, willing him to see that none of what happened was his fault, they're all victims of their circumstances.

"I feel like I failed, and now you're tied to me forever in this twisted way. I never wanted it like that, it should have been your choice." Natsu's voice was devastatingly small with his admission and his words almost broke her heart.

How could he not understand?

"You're dumber than I thought if you can't see that that was me making a choice." She squeezed his shoulders a little as she spoke, trying to emphasize her words.

"I would make that choice every time if it meant saving you. The only thing that scares me is that now if anything were to happen to me, you'd be gone too..." Lucy shook her head at the thought. "Everyone knows that I'm nowhere near as strong as the rest of the guild, it's terrifying to think that one mistake on my part could end both of our lives."

The words hung between them, suffocating Lucy as she waited for him to say something, hoping she didn't screw this up. They couldn't stop now, not when they were already in so deep.

This conversation was a long time coming, maybe too long, and what is that thing people say? In for a penny in for a pound?

"Now who's being stupid?" Natsu flicked her forehead before moving to smooth over her hair. "You're one of the strongest people I know Luce. There isn't anyone else I'd rather be my tether, it's an upgrade from that ratty old book. And who said that you're not strong? Point me to whoever did so I can kick their ass."

There was a shift in his demeanor after her admission, a sort of ease that was missing earlier. He seemed lighter, almost back to himself. And while Lucy was happy to see him relax and let go of needless doubts, he should be taking this more seriously.

"This isn't a joke Natsu, I'm serious about this. You and I both know that I'm not the best fighter and if one small mistake on my part costs you your life..." Lucy chastised as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat, closing her eyes as she tried to stop thinking of it.

His forehead colliding with hers made her open them, his warmth surrounded them and the smile he gave her left her breathless.

"I am serious Lucy. You are one of the strongest, smartest, most resilient mages I've ever met. And I wouldn't want my life to be tied to anyone else, 'cause it's always more fun when we're together, right?"

"Idiot, I told you once years ago, didn't I?" Lucy said with a cheeky smile as she tilted her head so she could brush their noses together in a sign of affection.

"Yeah, you did." He repeated her action softly, rubbing their noses together before dropping his head into her neck, moving his hands so they were embracing her. She in turn moved her hands up his shoulders and into his hair, bringing him closer to her in a much overdue hug.

"So where does this leave us now?" Lucy asked after a few moments, her hands running softly through his pink locks.

"I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. Can we go back to your place and sleep?" Natsu almost purred out with a pleasant sigh, nuzzling further into her side.

"You'll be there when I wake up tomorrow?" Lucy asked with a light tug on his hair, pulling him so he was looking her in the eyes.

He grinned at her, that sunny, crooked grin that always had her heart racing in her chest as he answered her question.

"And every day after that. I promise."

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