#so i assume it's not even his favorite; he just clicks “play” every morning and has done that every day for the past 10 months

[invinciblerodent]

oh, sharing a spotify account with my partner made my wrapped very strange.

as in, i'm looking at it, half of it I've not the faintest memory of ever listening to, and my top genres are all shit like hacker metalsynth and vampire cyberpunk with my top artists being Muse and Blue Stahli (neither of which do I ever listen to), but on the other hand, the lists spotify generates for us are also all stuff like bard cottagecore wednesday evening, and the second top song we have is "Arms" by San Fermin.

though I quite like being utterly unpredictable to any company (intentionally or otherwise), i'm trying to picture a person with our combined tastes, and they must be either just a very interesting person, or the most confused one to have ever lived.

[moralesmilesanhour]

Ooo hi, can you write something with gamer/streamer Miles G? Maybe he and the reader just chill and play games talking about life or whatever.

streamer miles!

Ok this went in a sliiightly different direction but the general premise is the same i hope that's ok lmao (also lowkey trying a new writing style/approach)

A/N: comment which animal crossing villager you think miles would like if u want 🫶🏾

You only really see a fraction of a person online. 

The messy, disagreeable thoughts that don’t fit into a neat little post, every time you’ve ever tripped over something and ate shit, all of your worst outfits - none of it exists if you don’t make it known. If you decide you’ve never stumbled over your own feet a day in your life, then it’s so. No one’s gonna claw their way through your screen and check.

For example, you had never seen Miles Morales smile with his teeth before until you clicked on his livestream, and none of his viewers would ever be able to guess.

He was laughing at some joke being made in the chat. 

“Y’all are terrible,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye.

Miles’ stream had been recommended to you by the ever-mysterious, totally-not-creepy algorithm ‘based on your location’, and the thumbnail with his dimples on full display piqued your curiosity.

He’d been passing by once when you accidentally dropped your books and folders while rushing to class. He knelt down and picked them up without a word, dropping them into your hands in a much neater stack than they had originally been in, from largest to smallest. 

Your eyes met for less than two seconds, but you could’ve sworn that there was a softness to them that couldn’t be caught from a distance. 

“Thanks!” you called out as the late bell rang. He only nodded before turning away, not bothering to walk any faster.

You never spoke to him again, having no idea what you’d even say. He rarely spoke outside of class, but you had assumed that based on the way he skulked down the hallway and the permanent ‘I’m bored’ look on his face, that he’d be playing something a little more…serious? ‘God of War’ maybe, or ‘Last of Us’. Or some sports-related game that you couldn’t understand.

Certainly not ‘Animal Crossing’.

Tentatively, your fingers hovered over the keyboard as the stream of comments began to slow, and you wondered if he’d be more likely to see it if you commented this instant.

–Who’s ur favorite villager?

There, nice and simple. Inoffensive.

Miles squinted his eyes at what was presumably a second monitor.

“Who’s my favorite villager?” His brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before he put two and two together. “Oh! You mean the li’l animals and shit. Um, the blue penguin? Ace? I like him.”

You sat back and watched him play for another fifteen minutes, most of which were spent figuring out what direction a couch sitting inside his virtual home should face. His voice was low and almost raspy, but…muted. As if someone had turned the volume down on it like you would the radio. He was fortunate to own a decent microphone.

–You got your own PC? 

It seems you got lucky a second time, and Miles paused to read your comment aloud once again.

“Yyup,” he answered proudly. “Put it together myself. I’ll do a tour one day. My setup is wavy, you’ll see!”

He continued going back and forth with the comments in chat, occasionally thanking some for making small donations. The fact of him making anything at all just from playing a video game was impressive. 

Miles remarked on the ‘classical style’ of one of the buildings on his island, and you snorted. Nerd.

–bro thinks he’s an architect

This made him giggle. A light, breathy sound that you would hardly expect to come out of him.

“You’re a hater, man. Watch me get hired as soon as I’m outta college and build yo’ next apartment building.”

You looked down at your phone and realized it was nearly one in the morning. With a yawn, you said your goodbyes in the comments and left the stream.

-

The cafeteria was full by the time you got downstairs, leaving not a single space on the white benches save for two completely empty ones near the back. 

Well, not completely empty.

As you weaved in between students carrying trays of slop with milk cartons, a familiar pair of cornrows came into view.

It’s now or never.

Timidly, you slid onto the bench right beside Miles. Focused on his meal and the tattered sketchbook he carried around, he looked up at you with just his eyes.

“Hey,” you tried to greet him casually with an awkward smile. “I saw you ye–I mean, I…I saw you. In general.”

His blinked slowly. “We all go to the same school.”

You cleared your throat.

“...Right. We-uh, met in the hallway.”

“You dropped all your books on the floor.”

“Yeah!” you replied a little too loudly. “I just, um, wanted to say hi.”

“...hi.”

There was a stretch of silence as you sifted through a list of topics to rescue the conversation, and a lightbulb went off.

“Do you have any hobbies? Other than drawing, I mean.”

Miles gave up on sketching and answered, “Video games.”

“Which ones you been playing recently?”

“Uh, Mortal Kombat, 2K,” he counted on his fingers, “and Animal Crossing, just to see what it was about–”

“Oh, you’re really good at that one!”

You both froze. Uh-oh.

“And how exactly do you know that?”

“I-I mean, you just…look…like the type?” 

You started frantically chipping away at the remaining nail polish on your fingers. Not even you could believe that one.

A tiny grin played on his lips. 

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

Soon the bell rang, saving you from making any further incriminating comments.

“See you in class?”

“Yeah, see you in class,” Miles replied, before tilting his head. “Or wherever I see you.”

[fairyofjaeyun]

Hello I seen your poll and saw hybrid akdbsj I never clicked faster in my life lmao BUT ANYWAYS

That made me think of kitty!sunghoon hybrid aldbqj 😭😭 imagine him in heat????? Having to ruin him almost all night because he's just so fucking needy for you qbdosh any thoughts? Hehe

brace yourself this is another long one

I looovvee me some kitty hoon !!

hoon is very much a brat and a tease—always getting you to chase him or snap at him—but when he’s in heat he is a whole different type of desperate. one of his warning signs is becoming very clingy the days leading up to his heat. he’d latch onto in the mornings you had to go to work or run errands, insisting that you stay home or, if you’re doing errands, he comes with you. it’s nearly impossible to not notice his sweet scent as he nuzzled into you, every part of his body hot to the touch. he’ll start purring when he sees you stirring awake, poking his nose against you until your eyes flutter open. “finally!” he’d pout, not even giving you a chance to rub your eyes before he’s begging you to stay home, but unfortunately you had to go to work. “I’ll get back as soon as I can and you’ll have me for the rest of the day,” you promise, since tomorrow was saturday, before adding, “be good,” in a more stern tone.

you already knew as soon as you walked out the door that he wouldn’t keep his end of the deal. it wasn’t even lunch time when hoon started blowing up your phone, sending wholesome texts and sad emojis to bait you into his not-so-wholesome (and predictable) plan. you respond, going along with him, sending back hearts and saying for the umpteenth that you can’t go home early. he then sends a picture of himself; an innocent selfie of him in his favorite white button up shirt. he’s laying down in bed still, as expected, a small pout on his face and pleading boba eyes to guilt trip you. you heart it and tell him how cute he is, just anticipating when things would take a turn.

and then he says it hurts 😿😿 and your left questioning his next move until a video pops up in the chat. the thumbnail is his face from the nose down, his plump lips parted and wet, and you could see his bare pale chest and collarbones. you quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom, sneaking your headphones with you. once you’re in you plug them into your phone and press play. the first few seconds sunghoon is in the same position as the thumbnail, then he licks his lips and his hand starts to slowly trail down his chest to his lower abdomen, and he tilts the camera down and you nearly gasp. you could see his dick print through his shirt and when he moved his arm, the loose, unbuttoned hems would lift and tease parts of his shaft. even with the small amount of his skin he shows you, you could still see his wetness glistening in the dim bedroom light.

and then the video stops and you nearly exclaim in frustration before remembering where you were. did that boy had some fucking nerve teasing you at work knowing that he was in heat and just one touch from you would send him to orbit. you quickly typed be ready for me before ripping off your headphones and going back to work, ignoring whatever his response was.

hoon waits for you very impatiently, knowing from the tone of your last text that you would be very rough with him tonight and the thought made his dick ache. around the time you were expecting to be home, he assumed the position you trained him to be in when waiting for you— face down and ass up with his back perfectly arched. however, he couldn’t help rubbing his pathetic dick against the bed when his imagination ran wild again, and he came all over the comforter in seconds.

finally, he hears the lock click and the door open and he fights the urge to run to you. instead gets back into position, adjusting his arms to be more comfortable. then his ears flick back as he hears the bedroom door open and your presence hangs heavy over him. he gulps, feeling your eyes on the slick running down the inside of his thighs, and his tails instinctively moves to cover them. you didn’t even need to close to him to see the wet patch on your bed, coincidentally near his groan area. “what did I say?” you start, your voice making his tail flick and his body tense instantly.

“t-to be good. but master I needed you so bad I-” he starts whining and he cries then moans when he feels your hand strike his ass through his shirt. “master, please,” he whines again, arching into you. he gasps as you grope him, your touch seemingly burning into his skin. “you know I’m not going easy on you,” you say, suddenly pushing two fingers into him, making him nearly sob and arch further. “I-I don’t want you to,” he responds, moaning and gripping his pillow as you fingering him.

“good,” you move faster and watch as he body crumbles and wriggles as you add a third finger, poking and prodding at his prostate to the point his moans turn into cute mewls, his body twitching as he cums again. but you don’t stop or slow down in the slightest, keeping the same rhythm. “oh master,” sunghoon moans, “feels so g-good. yes!” experimentally, you add one more finger and the slick helps slide it in perfectly. sunghoon is such a complete mess already, his body collapsed onto the bed, only his ass up in the air to chase your fingers as he moans and whines for you.

“more, I need more,” he begs, your fingers no longer satisfying him. so you fetch your strap on, pull his hips back up, and fold his button up over his back before pushing the tip into him. you bottom out rather quickly, since he was more than ready for it. therefore, you start pounding into him, making sure he was taking all of you. “yes, master! I’m so full,” he moans, half of his face pressed against the pillow so some of his words weren’t as coherent, so you grab a fistful of his hair (careful of his ears) and pulled his head up, a deep groan immediately filling the room.

“master, I’m gonna cum again, please,” sunghoon once again jerks and almost an alarming amount of cum contributes to the soiled comforter. this time you slow down, letting him calm down a bit before emptying him. he whines at no longer being full, but is quick to move on. “kitty wants your pussy now.” you were in for a very long night.

[bluehairedweeb]

Peaches. Law x reader

Just a little fluff I had on the brain (: I hope you enjoy!

Things around the Polar Tang were just casual due to being mostly submerged heading towards the next island, while things were calm, you decided it’d be a good idea to walk around and find something- or someone- to potentially bother since your boyfriend and beloved captain was busy in his office catching up on who knows what medical book he’d found on the island previous.

Chores had been finished early in the morning, baths have been taken and the rest of the crew had just found themselves in a conversation about nothing; Playing uno, or just finally having a day to themselves without the worry of the marines. Though the only thing bothering you was to finding something to do. Swinging your feet off the side of the bed, looking around the shared room between you and law, nothing seemed to really peak your interest, though one of his sweatshirts was calling your name.

Standing from the bed, feet landing on a soft carpet, you padded your way over to your vanity that law had so graciously gotten and placed in his room so you’d have a space of your own in his personal bubble, applying a layer of lotion to your skin, a sweet though warm scent of vanilla surrounded you as you rubbed it into your skin, afterwards spraying Laws favorite perfume on your skin before grabbing your favorite hoodie of his and a pair of shorts to walk around in.

Law stretches in his seat, the tension from sitting in the same position for who knows how long at this point. Hands reaching for the air and the sounds of his body popping releasing all the pressure and sitting, he decides to take a walk around to see what his crew has managed to get into and maybe steal a few kisses from you to perk him up. Law steps out into the hallway leaving his door to his office open, heading towards the shared room, assuming you’d be there.

You, after finally getting situated walk out of the door to head to grab a snack before bounding off to find something to do, knowing Law will come find you when he takes a break, because even though you got special treatment, you knew that Law wanted to catch up on his studies so you didn’t mind occupying yourself for now. The sounds of footsteps behind you caught your attention, though nothing out of the ordinary until you hear,

“There’s my pretty peach.”

The blush from the nickname he’d given you ages ago still catches you off guard, you’d hated the nickname for as long as you could remember but he loved the way it made you all giddy, and blushy, so he continued to use it.

Turning around acting like you heard nothing, really throws Law for a loop, though he smirks to himself. If that’s how you wanted to play, he could play those games too.

“Huh? Did you hear something?”

“Room”

“Fuck”

“Shambles”

The room suddenly becoming his office and you’re in front of his desk. Law walking in and closing the door. ‘Click’

“You seem to of suddenly lost your ability to hear, that’s concerning my love. Why don’t I take a look and see what’s going on?” The eye roll clearly laces into his voice. You look up at him with those beautiful big brown eyes you have that capture his every movement, ones that he can’t ever stop looking into, he gives you a side smile.

“No need suga’ I just have selective hearing that’s all.” You poke your tongue out at him, with a wink. “ ‘missed my honey, good for you for taking a break today. I didn’t know if id see you today or not.” Smiling up at him, as he looks down at you, he finally gets a glimpse of the clothing options you’ve given yourself. A simple black sweatshirt with his Jolly Roger sewn into it, sleep shorts barely visible underneath the black fabric of his covering the hems of the shorts, and your bunny slippers because of course. “My pretty peach, of course you would’ve, can’t keep me away from ya even if ya tried.” He comes close to your face, nose to nose, giving you a peck, and drawing out slow well placed kisses to the corner of your lips, jaw all the way up to your ear. He whispers, “maybe this selective hearing you claim to have can get you out of trouble for what you’ve got on.” His fingers play with the hem of your shorts

You were in for it now. With the look in his eyes growing darker, he comes in and places a kiss on your neck, inhaling your scent, his favorite thing. The vanilla lotion and peach perfume made you smell so good that he could devour you. And believe him, that was exactly what he was about to do.

The end. (:

[lyramundana]

first I love your work and so I am a fellow minsung Stan and I was wondering if you have any scenarios for idol minsung x fan reader since that one of my favorite tropes but I can’t find many of them

Glad you like it!🥰 And I have a few, actually. Celebrity x fan is also one of my favourite tropes, even though I don't really condone it in real life.

Scenario 1: The first I came up with. Reader is a Stay, but also a huge minsung stan. She ships them hardcore and loves all their interactions. They kind of fan that watches videos twice just to catch any possible gesture between them, and creates videos recopilating all their moments together and explaining with detail why Minsung is real.

That's the main reason they warm up to her at first, since they can be as loving with each other as they want with no fear because, well, she just praises every move they make. She's their biggest supporter and would gladly beat up anyone that makes them uncomfortable for their love.

Scenario 2: A spicier one. A Stay befriends them/they befriend her and grow insanely possessive of her. This was brought up by another user who likes this trope too. Even though she follows them, she's multistan and shows the same love for other members, so they struggle a lot because they feel this sense of ownership over her and they soon find out they don't like sharing. It's basically a soft yandere au.

Scenario 3: MC is either a new Stay or friends with one. She meets MinSung randomnly and doesn't recognize them, so she treats them the same she would treat anyone else. The boys like this sense of normalcy, so they bask in her presence. They spend a day together, getting to know each other better and, at some point, maybe in a drunk stupor, they end up having a one-night stand. Next morning, MC is the first to wake up and, one way or another, she finds out who they really are. Prey of panic and hangover, she runs away from the scene and hopes to never meet them again out of embarrasment. When they wake up and see she's gone, they're far from happy.

Scenario 4: Chatting strangers to real life friends to lovers. Basically, my idea is that Stay! Reader and one of the boys (probably Jisung) meet on social media and they just click, so they start to chat more everyday and follow each other. While Jisung is aware she's a Stay, she has no idea he's actually Jisung. Minho joins later by Jisung's constant talking of his virtual friend. They have fun with her obliviousness, prying out her dirtiest thoughts about the boys, but specially them both. Stay thinks she's speaking to other fans, so she feels safe to say anything that comes to her mind.

Now, I have two outcomes for when they try to let on their real identities: Reader assumes it's all roleplay and plays along. This creates a confusion because Han and Minho think she knows and simply accepted it, while she remains ignorant to it all. Their meeting in real life becomes pure chaos. Or, she straight up calls them out on their "joke" and doesn't believe them, hence them arranging a real life meeting to show her.

I'll post if I come up with more ideas

[tearfallpixie]

Oblivious - Chapter 2: Lazy Mornings

I stretched as I blearily woke up and registered my surroundings. I was still on the couch from the night before and the tv was playing soft music from a playlist I didn’t recognize in the background. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and went to sit up but an arm held me in place. That’s when I remembered the events from the night before and smiled to myself as I rolled around to admire my sleeping boyfriend. That was such a foreign word to associate with Rick but I loved it so much. He looked peaceful while sleeping, his short hair hanging in his face. He had cut off his gorgeous long hair nearly a year ago but I still hadn’t gotten use to the new look. It looked amazing on him though.

“Morning baby girl.” He murmured, not quite opening his eyes yet. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips, smiling into it.

“Morning. Do you want breakfast?” His arms tightened around my waist, and he shook his head into my shoulder.

“No. Too early.” I wiggled around and grabbed my phone off of the coffee table, clicking it on to check the time. My eyes squinted as the bright light blinded me but once they adjusted I saw that the numbers read 8 am.

“Baby, its not too early. Its 8 and I work today.” I giggled. I felt him shake his head again and squeeze me tighter.

“Fine. 5 more minutes though.” I rolled my eyes but snuggled under his chin with a hum. I felt warm and safe in his arms and to be honest I never thought this would be possible. I had had a crush on both him and Chris for as long as I had known them both and I had secretly hoped that Chris would ask me out since we had been friends for so long but when that never happened I assumed he didn’t like me like that. Rick and I had always had a flirty relationship though, so I fell for him hard and fast. I had supported the band from their early days so I had been there for every milestone.

I had actually known Chris since we were in high school. We met on the first day and had been inseparable ever since even when no one else wanted anything to do with the two ‘emo’ weirdos. Since we were so close we always cuddled and had sleep overs, even sharing a bed on occasion. That bled into our adult life too. Whenever I visited them on tour I would just share a room with him. If he had one of his days where he wanted to be alone I would stay with Rick and who ever he was sharing a room with if we were in a hotel.

“Come on baby. We have to get up at some point.” I murmured a good 20 minutes later.

“I guess.” Rick grumbled. We crawled off the couch and went up to my room so I could grab him some clothes that he left here the last time he stayed over. I tossed them to him before picking out a pair of jeans and a crop top for me to wear. “Oh, you look sexy as fuck.” He smiled brightly, coming over and wrapping his arms around me. I blushed and shoved his chest lightly.

“Shut up.” I mumbled.

“Never.” Ricky laughed. We headed downstairs and I pulled out a pan to make us eggs and bacon while he got plates and utensils for us. As I was collecting the food I heard the front door unlock and boots step into the house.

“Hi Chris!” I called. “Do you want breakfast?” The singer came around the corner and kissed my cheek before taking a seat at the table.

“Sure. I grabbed coffee for you on the way, but I didn’t know Rick would still be here. Sorry man.” Chris grinned at the guitarist who playfully glared back.

“You never get my order right anyway.” Rick snarked back as he dug through my cabinet and pulled out the stash of his favorite coffee that I kept stocked for him. He put the k-cup in my coffee maker and grabbed an extra plate for Chris as I started cooking the eggs. “I mean how hard is it to get black coffee or a chai tea right?”

“So boring.” I giggled at their banter as I dished up Ricks food and set it at the table where he had sat down. I quickly made my food before cleaning the dishes and starting on a tofu scramble for Chris. “Hey by the way, I’m taking Casey to Disney next week, so I won’t be able to help you with your video until later.”

“That sounds fun. I’ll probably convince her to take time off next month to go up to visit my parents. They’ve been expecting us to start dating for a while so I want to tell them in person.” Rick said casually.

“Wait, when did two did start dating?” The singer teased.

“Well, we haven’t been on an actual date but he asked me out last night.” I blushed, joining them at the table and giving Chris his food.

“Well I’m happy for you. It was about time you too made it official. The sexual tension between you two was unbearable on tour.” I swatted at my best friends shoulder making him laugh and try to bat me off.

“Did you manage to get any tour footage this time around?” I asked Ricky. He shook his head and swallowed his food.

“No, I’ve been on a writing kick lately. I really think I have something good for an actual chapter book but I don’t quite know what it is yet.”

“Well Gloom was amazing. People are still scrambling for that book so I know this one will be just as good.” I assured him.

“Your support means a lot to me. I’ll get it done. I just need to sit down and focus on it for a bit.” I had always been a fan of his writing and loved when he let me read it ahead of time. I glanced at the clock and gasped.

“Shit! I have to leave in 10 minutes.” I stood up and dropped my dishes in the sink before bolting upstairs to finish getting ready for work. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and put on a light layer of make-up, not caring what anyone thought. I worked as a desk clerk at a law firm and hated it but it paid well when I needed the money. My interests were actually in theatre and photography, and I did them occasionally but I wanted to do more with it. 

“Do you need a ride? Its on my way home.” Chris asked.

“You came the entire 20 minute drive to my place just to say hi to me before I went to work?” I sputtered.

“No! I spent the night at my parent’s place after I helped my dad install the security cameras.” He acted like I should know that that was what he was doing last night.

“Security cameras? Are they ok?” Rick asked. I knew he had a close relationship with the singers’ parents because they were there for him when he moved from Seattle.

“Oh yeah, they just have some weird new neighbors, so they wanted the extra security.” I grabbed my bag from my office and headed to the door where the boys were waiting.

“I’ll text you later baby girl. Have a good day at work.” Rick murmured, pulling me into a kiss.

“Ok. I’ll see you later.” Chris took my hand and we walked out of my house to his car before we all went our separate ways. It took 10 minutes to get to my job and when we got there I dug through my bag to find my badge.

“Please be safe today.” Chris pleaded. He had made it very clear that he hated my boss and I knew that was what he was referring to. My boss was creepy but I didn’t think he would actually try anything against me.

“I will. I promise.” He started moving towards me so I turned to face him only for his lips to hit mine and I kissed back out of habit. He and I had made out before in moments of loneliness or drunkenness so us kissing wasn’t anything strange, but it still shocked me every time.

“Sorry.” I mumbled, blushing hard.

“Why?” He looked genuinely confused so I shook my head.

“Never mind.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek and climbed out of the car, giving him one more wave before disappearing into the office.

[fitrahgolden]

There's A World You Need To Know: 8 - When I kiss your lips, I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea

"So…" Violet started.

Anthony knew this was coming. He hadn't been to his mum's in days. He finally dragged himself away from Kate long enough to come to dinner–and all of his siblings were there.

"Yes, mother?"

Benedict, Colin, Daphne, and Eloise are already all snickering and sharing looks.

"We haven't seen you in a while."

"It hasn't even been a week."

 "I know, I know. You usually check in more frequently."

"Yes, I apologize."

"No, that wasn't what I meant. I'm actually quite happy for you. That is, assuming…"

"Yes, I imagine a lot of assuming has been happening in this house in my absence. But, yes, to answer the question you aren't asking, I've been with Kate."

Anthony groaned as the table erupted.

"I knew it!"

"Really?!"

"Why isn't she here? Instead of you, I mean."

"First my baby siblings, and now my big brother? What am I doing wrong?"

"Would you like a bulleted list, El?"

"Children, please!" Violet put her hand up. "I know we are all very excited–"

"Christ," Anthony muttered under his breath.

"Anthony. We really are just very happy for you."

"Does that mean she's gonna start hanging out with us again?" Hyacinth asked, bouncing in her seat with excitement.

"I can't imagine why she would if she isn't being paid to."

Violet clicked her tongue. "Don't be cruel, Eloise."

"Sorry, Mum. I apologize, Hy."

After seeing Hyacinth’s face fall at Eloise's comment, Anthony spoke up. "Yes, Hy. Eventually, she will be coming around. She'd love to see you two."

Hyacinth seemed mollified and shot a smug look at Eloise.

Colin looked over at Anthony and asked, "Ant–completely unrelated, I’m sure–however did you get those bruises on your wrists?" His self-satisfied grin made Anthony consider fratricide for about the millionth time in his life.

He tugged his shirt sleeves over his wrists and cursed himself for letting Kate tie him up again last night, knowing he intended to visit his family the next day.

"Isn't it obvious, Col? Kate's a depraved bohemian, corrupting our poor little lord."

Anthony gritted his teeth, "Watch it, Ben."

"What's a depraved bohemian?" Gregory looked to Daphne, who was sitting next to him, who in turn glared at Benedict.

"Thank you, Benedict."

"Aw, you're welcome, Daph."

"OK, you've all had your fun. Leave your poor brother alone."

There was a whole ten seconds of silence before–

"But please do bring Kate to dinner next time. We'd all love to see her. She's a part of the family now."

Hyacinth gasped, "You guys are getting married?!"

Anthony looked across the table. "Really, mother?"

—

When Anthony entered his flat that night, it was dark and silent. Kate had told him that morning that the client she was seeing in the afternoon was in his neighborhood, so he’d insisted she come back to his afterward and gave her his key.

He stepped over a sleeping Newton on the way to his bedroom. A lamp was on, enough light for him to make out Kate's form under the covers. The sight gave him a warm feeling all over. He wanted this, every day. Them, coming home to each other. The same home. Which should have felt bizarre after only four days. It didn't, but he would keep that thought to himself for now.

He quietly got ready for bed and then slid in until he could pull Kate back to him. She stirred and sighed happily. 

"Hello, Ms. Sharma." He caressed her hip before she pulled his hand up so she could kiss his wrist before putting his index finger in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, and sliding it out. Jesus, this woman will be the death of me. The fact that she played with his hands all the time, whether it led to anything or not, was quickly becoming his favorite thing. She took comfort in it and he felt privileged to be able to provide that for her. 

"Mmm," was all she replied.

"Rather sleepy, hmm?" He ground against her backside.

She laughed, quiet and sweet. "Yes, you sex pest."

"Your personal sex pest, though."

"Remind me of that tomorrow. Seriously. That's an order, Lord Bridgerton."

"Looking forward to it, Ms. Sharma."

—

When Anthony awoke the next morning, Kate was nowhere in sight and Newton had taken her place in bed, on his back with his little legs in the air.

Anthony threw on some underwear and a pair of jeans before making his way to the kitchen, where Kate was sitting on the island, cutting slices of an apple off with a paring knife. She already looked so comfortable in his space, as comfortable as he felt in hers.

"Good morning, you. Want some?" She held a slice out to him.

He didn't say anything, just walked up to her and licked the juice off her hand before taking the proffered piece of apple into his mouth. After a charged stare, he finally spoke. "Yes. And good morning to you."

He kissed her then groaned against her mouth, "Are you always going to wake up before me? I hate it."

"Why?"

"Because you get out of bed, and I don't get a chance to convince you of another course of action."

"Mmm, in case you haven't noticed, beds seem to be optional for us so far."

"That's true. Were you sitting on this counter waiting for me, Ms. Sharma?"

"Arrogant."

"That's not an answer."

She shook her head as she set the knife aside and took his wrists into her hands. "These feel OK?"

"Yeah. They need a break, though."

She chuckled. "Noted."

"Yeah, my brothers were relentless last night."

Kate stilled. "What do you mean?"

Anthony noted the immediate change in her. "Just, um, you know, giving me shit for–"

"You told them how you got these bruises? What the actual fuck, Anthony?"

"Hey, hey. No. Kate, they saw them, that's it. They drew their own conclusions. What was I supposed to say?"

"How did they even see them?"

Anthony couldn't help a wry laugh, "Kate, they are on my wrists, what else was I supposed to do besides wear long sleeves? Gloves as well?"

Kate sighed and looked down. Anthony ran a hand over his face before covering her hands with his.

"We aren't a secret, right?"

Kate shook her head. "That doesn't mean I want you discussing–"

"Baby, nothing was discussed. They are just taking the piss."

After a long pause, Kate relaxed a little.

"They want me to bring you next time I pop by."

Kate's eyes widened. "Why?"

"Why? Oh, Kate…" Anthony put his hands on either side of Kate's face. "Kate. They all love you. I don't know how many times I need to say it before you believe it. So, let them show you. No one is angry. No one hates us. They're happy for us. Truly."

"Greg and Hy–"

"Are the most excited of them all."

"OK."

"I'm not asking for tomorrow, but soon?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah." Anthony punctuated the conversation with a kiss. It started soft and chaste, but Kate pulled Anthony between her legs by his belt loop. She opened her mouth and Anthony followed her lead. 

"I was supposed to remind you of something, no?"

"Yes, I remember an attempt to seduce me while I was half asleep."

"No, no. I checked your sleepy status and made the respectful decision to not try to seduce you."

"Such a gentleman."

Anthony unbuttoned her shirt and peeled it off before getting rid of her bra. He bit down on her neck, sucking on the spot when he heard her hiss. He trailed his mouth down between her breasts, but before he could go further, she pulled him up.

"No, come back here."

Anthony whined his disappointment as he stood back up. Kate's tongue found its way back into his mouth as she undid his jeans and unceremoniously shoved them down with his underwear. Anthony leaned down and grabbed a condom out of his pocket. Kate scoffed into his mouth.

"So presumptive. I can't stand you."

—

"What do you have on today?" Anthony called out from his closet as Kate was doing her makeup on his bed.

"Um…not much. I have a coffee date to go over photos for my book."

Anthony froze. Photos. Coffee date. Tom. Be cool, be cool, be–

"Can I tag along? I'll drive."

When Kate didn't answer, he looked out the closet and she had her head cocked to the side, mildly irritated.

"Anthony."

"What?" He tried to keep his voice light.

"Why do you want to come?"

He crawled across the bed and gave her a kiss at the end of her nose.

"Because I want to spend time with you."

"Bullocks. I'm going to be working."

"I can work next to you."

"Are you a Neanderthal?" She wrapped his tie around her hand.

"If I say yes, can I come?"

She pulled him in close as if to kiss him before pushing him away and getting off the bed.

"You can if you promise to be nice. And let us work."

"I'll be the nicest. And you won't even know I'm there."

She stared at Anthony as she fixed her hair into a bun on top of her head, purposefully revealing the large mark Anthony had left on her neck less than an hour ago. "There. Do I look sufficiently claimed, my lord?"

She stood there in white jumper tucked a black button up skirt and black stockings Anthony knew were being held up by a garter belt.

Anthony's throat went dry as he croaked out, "Yes."

Kate raised an eyebrow at him.

"I mean, no, that's not–"

"Come on, you silly, silly boy."

—

"Hey, Tom!" Kate got up as Tom entered the cafe.

"Hey, hey, KC!" Tom pulled her into a hug. Anthony stood as Kate and Tom separated.

"Tom, I believe you know Anthony."

Tom grabbed Anthony's extended hand and smacked him on the back. "Of course! Bridgerton, it's been ages."

Anthony gave Tom a tight smile, missing Kate’s eye roll. "Yeah. How've you been, Dorset?"

"Really good. Yeah. I mean, I get to work with the most talented woman in the world, so it can't be that bad, can it?"

Kate looked between the two staring each other down before clearing her throat. "OK, let's sit down before you get into a slap fight or something."

The meeting moved along relatively smoothly, Anthony mostly being silent, working on his computer, occasionally excusing himself for phone calls.

"I like this one. You look really good here, very intense."

Anthony's eyes shot up to Tom's laptop. Does he really need to say she looks "really good"?

"Yeah, maybe. I kind of look like a bitch."

“Eh, a bad bitch, maybe?"

"Ugh, shut up, Tom," Kate laughed. 

Yeah, shut the fuck up, Thomas. Anthony’s hand gripped where it had been resting on Kate's leg under the table.

As Tom and Kate continued scrolling through photos, Anthony undid the bottom button of her skirt, then the next one up. Kate looked over at him. He was expecting annoyance, something to ward him off, but she actually smiled, a challenge in her eyes. Oh, shit. One more button gave him all the access he needed. He first ran his fingers underneath the top of her stocking before moving his hand up her thigh and brushing his fingers against–

"You OK?" Tom asked with genuine concern when Kate's knee suddenly bounced up against the bottom of the table.

"Yeah, yeah. Ig–ignore me." Kate started rubbing the hickey on her neck and the quiver in her voice was unmistakable. Anthony slowly slid a finger in. Another minute and an additional finger later, Kate suddenly pulled Anthony's hand away and clamped her legs together.

"I think that's enough for today, no?"

"Yeah, sure. No problem. Same time next week?"

"Yes," she responded a little breathlessly. She only got up halfway to give Tom a side hug. "See you soon."

"Bye, KC. Anthony."

Anthony gave him a curt nod. "Have a good one, mate."

—

Kate pushed Anthony into the back of his car, onto his back.

"You absolute arsehole."

Anthony barked out a laugh. "You didn't stop me, Ms. Sharma."

She yanked her jumper up over her head as Anthony pulled her hips forward. "Did you skip the knickers this morning just for me?"

"Of course, dummy." She roughly tugged his tie loose.

"Why does he call you KC?"

"They’re my initials. You know that. Now, shut up."

Kate blindly reached into the center console for a condom.

"How long has–"

Kate silenced him with her tongue before sitting back up. She held up his tie, taut between her two fists. "I could make you shut up if you prefer?" Shit. "Yeah. Make me."

[writingdumpster]

his wife and nothing more

pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

warnings: suggestive dialogue

word count: 1,200

summary: Matty wants a housewife and no one can convince me otherwise. fluffy.

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Matt had been spending long hours away from home. The difference this time was that he was spending time at the office, not on the street, which meant that he really couldn’t stay home. He didn’t always make his own hours as a lawyer. He had to make a three week trip to Boston for the case he was working on. Tonight he was back in Hell’s Kitchen and he promised you that he would be home by dinner. He knew how much you missed him, and he hated to leave his girl alone. He hated to be without his girl even more.

When he got into the building he could smell your cooking. You were making his favorite. He could hear the sounds of Aretha Franklin on his record player. A dopey smile spread across his face as he clicked the elevator button, feeling blissfully happy now that he was so close to you. He pulled open the door and began slipping off his shoes and placing his glasses on the shelf by the door.

“I’m home, baby,” Matt called as he put down his bag. When he turned around you were wrapping your arms around him and kissing him lovingly, your tongue sliding into his mouth. You pulled away only when your need for air demanded it, taking in a deep breath. Matt chuckled against your lips.

“I missed you,” you purred.

“I can tell,” Matt said with a smile.

“Never leave me for that long again,” you practically whined.

“Come with me next time,” Matt suggested. You let out a dry laugh.

“Miss three weeks of work and still have a job? You’re funny, Murdock,” you said as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of Matt’s neck. His hands slid around your waist so that they rested on your lower back, his fingertips just barely brushing the swell of your ass. The two of you began slowly swaying to the Aretha Franklin record you had playing.

Matt’s head was tilting a bit as he took in every detail of your presence. He could smell your shampoo still lingering from a shower you must’ve taken that morning. Your heart was beating a bit faster than usual, he assumed from the excitement of his arrival. Then he realized that you were wearing his Columbia sweatshirt. His heart ached as he thought about what it would be like to really see you in his clothes. He had almost lost track of the conversation, but his words came out before he could think better of it.

“Then quit,” Matt said as he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. He surprised himself, but when he heard the thought out loud he knew that he meant it. “I can take care of you.” His heart stopped for a moment as he thought of what it would be like to have you as his wife and nothing more. Completely and totally taken care of, with nothing to worry about at all. You chuckled.

“We aren’t even married,” you pointed out.

“Not yet,” Matt said assuredly. You raised an eyebrow, a smile dancing across your lips.

“All you have to do is ask,” you said, your voice as sweet as syrup. Matt’s heart warmed. He raised a hand to your cheek, running his fingertips along your soft skin and pushing a few loose pieces of hair out of your eyes.

“Not tonight, sweetheart. You deserve a proper proposal,” he said. You smiled.

“I think you already know the answer anyway,” you said. The corner of Matt’s lips tipped upward and he gave you a quick peck.

“But we’ve got to do something about that job of yours…” Matt said. His tone sounded more serious than teasing and you couldn’t tell if he meant what he was saying.

“Are you serious, Matty? You want me to quit?” You asked.

“I want to take care of you,” Matt said. “And if you let me take care of you, we could be together a lot more.”

“You’re serious about this?” You questioned again, needing to be sure. Matt nodded.

“Business has been good lately. I’m making enough for both of us,” Matt said. You were considering his offer when you had a sudden thought.

“What about when we have kids?” You asked. Matt beamed excitedly.

“Are we having kids?” He asked. You blushed.

“I don’t—I mean—I just thought…” You stuttered. You took a pause. “Do you want to?” You asked. Matt gave you a sweet smile.

“Yes, sweetheart. I want to have kids with you,” Matt assured you. He gave your hips a gentle squeeze. “I want to give you a family.”

“Well, I’ll need a job for us to be able to take care of them,” you said.

“No, you don’t.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Matt, if you’re making so much money then why are we still living in this neon lit atrocity of an apartment?” You asked. Matt chuckled.

“I thought you liked it here,” he said. You rolled your eyes.

“I do, but there’s a reason the rent’s so cheap,” you replied.

“I have something worked out. You don’t have to worry that pretty little head, baby,” Matt said.

“What are you talking about?” You asked. Matt paused for a moment, nervous about telling you what he’d done.

“I bought us a townhouse in Astoria,” Matt admitted.

“You bought a house?!” You exclaimed in question. Matt nodded.

“It’s got three bedrooms, we’ll have plenty of room for kids. There’s a fireplace in the living room and a basement that I was gonna renovate so you could have your own space,” he said. You looked at him in awe, taking a moment to process everything he was saying. Matt started getting nervous that you weren’t responding. “If you don’t like it—”

“Can we go see it?” You asked. Matt’s heart lifted. He had been worried that you might be upset for making such a big move without asking you, but he had also wanted to surprise you. He was quite the fan of grand romantic gestures when it came to you. He’d never met anyone like you. He wanted to give you everything and he’d been working harder at his day job to make that dream a reality.

“Not today, the current family’s still living there,” he explained. “In two weeks.” You took a moment and realized just how much Matt loved you, how serious he was about you.

“You bought a house for us,” you said in amazement, your voice just barely a whisper. Matt smiled softly.

“For you, sweetheart. Everything I do is for you,” he whispered back. You leaned up and kissed him tenderly, running your fingers down his chest.

“I love you, Matty. So goddamn much,” you said.

“Language,” he chided. You chuckled. You reached up to rest your arms on his shoulders, linking your fingers together at the nape of his neck.

“Matthew Murdock,” you murmured to yourself. “My good catholic boy. How did I ever get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one,” Matt said. You scoffed.

“Yeah, the one who bought the house is the lucky one,” you said. Matt chuckled.

“I was hoping to get lucky tonight too,” he said with a smirk.

“You don’t want your dinner?” You asked.

“I think I can find something else to eat.”

[jellifysh]

first part of college au (smut!)

in which you get rejected

--

"I'm sorry. Y/N. You matter a lot to me, but... I just don't see you that way."

What?

The words struck you like a bullet to the heart shot from point blank. How could he say that?

You and Jungkook had been best friends. You weren't the type to fall for people, it usually being superficial or fleeting.

But you really, really thought this would be different. You thought that all the time you spent together would've opened Jungkook's heart the way it opened yours. You had made room for Jungkook in your life the way you had never done for anybody before. If he wanted to talk to you, it didn't matter what you were doing. All your plans were canceled and you would at his side right away. Even if it was something stupid, it mattered to you. All the late night talks, or early morning pillow fights, watching movies by each others side and letting him talk through the whole film. You showed him he was important to you. And he did the same for you.

Sometimes.

Sometimes he would blow you off, but he usually had a good reason. You knew he was the flirtatious type, that he didn't get attached to people, but neither did you and you both clicked instantly, so you thought you'd be fine, or get over it quickly. But you fell fast, and every bit of kindness he showed you pulled you in deeper.

So when you came over tonight dressed in your cutest (sexiest) outfit, you were so sure that he liked you back. You made up your mind to confess, right before your weekly movie night. You did movie nights at least once a week, because ever since you'd met, he wanted to spend almost every moment by your side. It was him who seeked you out at the start, it was him to kept calling to meet up and hang out, it was him who would call you randomly just to hear your voice. Movie nights were his idea, after you told him you had never seen a second of Star Wars, and he called you to come back the next week, and the next week, bringing up more and more movies he wanted to watch with you. You laughed with him, you cried with him, there was never a dull moment in your friendship.

And now he was saying he didn't even want to try dating you.

Fine. That's okay. It's probably selfish of you to assume that he kindness was him being interested in you. You were just glad that you went with a simpler confession rather than spilling your guts about the depths of your feelings for him. If you had poured your heart out to him and he rejected you, you would've jumped off a building right then and there. How embarrassing.

So, you steeled yourself, not wanting to make him feel bad for not being interested in you. You played the field too, you knew how awkward it was to have to reject someone. Granted, you had never been rejected, but you were sure you'd get over it. Your feelings were not his problem.

"Oh," you made yourself fake-laugh, so convincing even he wouldn't be able to see through that. "My bad. I just thought-- but it's fine, don't worry about it." You turned back to the TV, making your words as light and casual as possible. You kept a light smile on your face, ready to just blow past the whole thing and not let any regret or sadness show on your face.

"You sure?" He said slowly, studying your face carefully. You looked back at him cluelessly, as if wondering why you were still talking about it.

"Uh, yeah?" You playfully scoffed. "Don't worry about me, Jeon. You said this was your favorite movie, right? You're missing it." You singsonged, shutting down the conversation and turning back to the TV with finality, playing the movie.

You two sat there, in total silence, for ten minutes, your thoughts swirling around your head in regret and remorse for the happiness you had before you realized everything you had been dreaming of was all inside your head. You cleared your throat unable to take the awkward silence, movie nights were never quiet for so long. You checked the time casually, pretending like you just remembered something. "Oh, I should head home, sorry." You stood up, gathering your purse and putting your shoes back on.

"Wait, what? So soon?" He fumbled with the remote, pausing the TV.

"Yeah, I didn't finish all my work so I'm gonna wake up early tomorrow to finish up the final details and turn it in." You walked towards the door of his bedroom to leave and he stood up, rolling off his bed after you.

"Um, okay, do you-- I mean, I can walk you out?" He asked, stepping after you.

"Don't worry about it." You waved him off dismissively, keeping the emotion off your face as you put a hand on the doorknob. He stood in the middle of his room as you stood at the door, looking back at him as he floundered in place.

"Okay..." he said, staring at you like you were a puzzle that had just unsolved itself. "I'll call you later? Before you go to bed?"

"Sure," you shrugged, opening the door. "If you want to." You said, already thinking of excuses not to answer the phone later. "Bye." You said, shutting the door before you heard him answer back. When you didn't hear any footsteps following you out, you slumped to the floor in front of the door, letting your tears slip out.

No, you sniffled, you can't cry here, if he comes out and sees you, he'll be even more worried. You told yourself, gathering yourself off the floor and stumbling toward the dorm's kitchen, thinking of getting a glass of water to splash on your face.

--

Hoseok was having a pretty normal day. It was the boring kind of normal, the type that makes you wanna run a mile just to feel something and usually he ends these days by going out and doing something wild and crazy to keep from going to sleep unsatisfied.

So, it only makes sense that the universe would find something wild and crazy for him.

When he went to get a glass of water from the kitchen, he wasn't expecting you to stumble in while crying. Hoseok didn't even think you could cry. "Whoa." He said, at a loss of words besides that, the sight of the tears streaking down your face and the sad puppy-dog-look in your eyes genuinely surprising to him.

You startled, clearly not expecting to bump into him either, starting to frantically wipe at your face. "Hoseok. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-- I was just leaving--"

While he was wholly unprepared for this situation, the last thing he wanted to do was make you think you couldn't have the freedom to cry around him. Moving towards you, his instinct to comfort came out naturally. "Hey, now, sugar, it's alright." He hummed, pulling your hands away so you didn't rub so hard at your eyes. "What's got you crying like this, hmm?" He gently swiped the tears off your face, drying your cheeks with the cotton of his sleeve while you stood there letting him comfort you. He had never really been so close before. You were Jungkook's friend, not his. But being this close to you finally, he roved his eyes over the fine details of your face. He could see the small beauty mark under your eye. Somehow the blemish made you look more perfect.

"I just--" You shook your head, a big sniffle as you calmed down from your crying. "Don't worry about it, I'm gonna head home." Your turned towards the exit, deciding to forgo the water, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back gently.

"Did you bring your car?" He asked.

You shook your head again. "I don't, umm, I don't have one," you mumbled. "My place isn't far."

"This isn't the time to be walking, it's pretty dark out," His brows furrowed with concern as he looked down at you. "Lemme drive you. Please?" He added in, seeing the reluctant look on your face. He thought you'd refuse, until you looked back up at him.

"Mkay."

He led you out to his car, sleek and black. He was proud of it, and wondered if you were impressed with it at all. You probably weren't the type to obsess over cars, but he saw you give it a slightly impressed looking glance and celebrated in his head.

He drove you home after you told him your address, an apartment on the out skirts of campus. It was a silent drive, you looking out the window, and for once, Hoseok didn't know what to say. He wanted desperately to cheer you up, to see you smile, to make you smile, but he worried even more about saying the wrong thing.

"Sorry." You said suddenly as they pulled up outside of your place.

"Don't apologize, you didn't do a thing wrong." He said, and he meant it, despite your reputation for being known as cold hearted, he didn't think anyone cold hated would cry like that. No one cold hearted could be friends a dork like Jungkook, not the way you two were glued at the hip.

"If that's true," your lip started to tremble, the tearfulness coming back into your voice. "Then why doesn't he want me? I did everything right, I've always been there for him--" You sobbed, covering your face as you let it out one more time, full on crying again.

"Okay, sugarplum, please don't cry, it's so hard to watch you cry." He pulled some napkins out of the center console, the stash he keeps from getting takeout, to wipe your eyes with, trying to calm you down again. "What's wrong? Seriously?" He told his head, trying to get you to look at him. You glanced at him, bottom lip trembling from holding back your cries, hesitating over whether or not to tell him.

"I... I told Jungkook I liked him... and he rejected me--" You said, breaking off into sobs again, taking the napkins out of his hand and blowing your nose into it.

"Yikes." He looked around awkwardly while you blew your nose. Dealing with a girl crying was hard enough without dealing with her crying over one of your best friends. "Umm, wow, I'm so sorry, that really sucks." He said, patting your back gently. "If it makes you feel better, I really thought you two had something already. I mean, you're the first girl I've seen Jungkook treat like a real person. Not that he isn't a gentleman but, well, you know what he's like." You looked up at him blankly, not seeming comforted by Hoseok's rambling. He scratched the back of his neck, removing his hand from your shoulder. "Umm, sorry wrong time."

You were mostly calmed down now, face still warm and flushed from the crying. He played with his keys as they hung from the ignition, trying to think of ways to cheer you up. "It's still a bit early, if you wanna get your mind off things instead of going home." That seemed to pique your interest, a spark lighting up in your eyes. He continued, "I know this good night club, good music, good atmosphere, everyone's pretty chill and will keep their hands to themselves if you just wanna dance. I go there to blow off steam all the time."

You looked out the window silently and for a second he thought you'd refuse. It'd make sense, you didn't know each other that well. You were just Jungkook's friend he brought to the dorms sometimes and he was just some guy to you. But you turned back to him with fire blazing in your eyes and nodded.

"Let's get wasted."

--

He had severely underestimated two things about you.

One. How much you could drink.

He liked to think he was an experienced drinker. Sure, he flushed red, but he could hold his liquor, usually knowing how much was too much. You, however, challenged him to a drinking battle and ordered the hardest, fruitest drinks he had ever tasted. It's not to take another sip when it tastes like delicious fruit punch. So he drank. And drank. And drank. And so did you.

The second thing he underestimated was how tempting you could be.

With every drink it was like your inhibitions melted away, scooting closer to him on your bar stool and touching his arm, his shoulder, his thighs, until he was far too drunk to think about whether it was a good idea or not. That damned smile of yours, sexy and smug like you knew how irresitible you were. You probably did, there's no way you could be that gorgeous and not know it.

To him there were pros and cons in situations like this.

Pros: you were hot, you were just as drunk as he was, and he had been kinda, sorta, totally crushing on you for a while now.

Cons: you were likely in an emotional headspace and were likely just trying to get your mind off Jungkook, and with how drunk you were, you would forget this in the morning.

But to be honest, he has never been prouder to be someone's rebound.

So when you pulled him out of his chair to the dance floor, body and actions loosened up by the alcohol, and grinded yourself against him, hips swaying in tandem like you were meant to fit together, Hoseok couldn't help but want. He could only stand there running his hands over you on the dance floor for a few songs before pulling you with him to somewhere where he could hold all of you, see all of you.

He pulled you into a bathroom, locking the door. Not his ideal location, but he needed to feel you around him now, and by the way you were giggling as he hastily dragged you off, you were down for it, your eyes stirring with the same desire he had.

He pushed you up against the door, turning you around and flipping up that tiny skirt you were wearing that he'd been wanting to rip off you all night and stopped for a second to admire the way your lacy underwear hugged your ass and hips. The thought that you'd probably worn this outfit with Jungkook in mind crossed his thoughts, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. His loss. Jungkook's a good friend of his, but if he was willing to let you slip through his fingers, then he already lost his chance.

And finder keepers.

He leaned forward, caging you in with his body and sucked a trail up your neck to your ear, nibbling at the sweet spot just under it. "You want this, baby?" He asked, pressing his hips into your ass as you moaned.

"Yes. Please," you whined out, grabbing at his wrists on your hips. "Make me feel good." You said, leading his hand to your core that was already wet for him.

He ran a finger over the damp spot on your underwear. "Mm, you've been hoping for this, haven't you?" He hummed, locating your clit and rubbing with more pressure.

"All night." You breathed out, leaning your weight against the door as he rubbed you through your panties, making your legs shake already.

"Then I'll make sure its worth it." He rasped into your ear, stepping back to pull down your underwear and help you step out of it, stuffing the pair into his pocket and tugging his own pants down.

You chuckled, leaning your head against the door to look back at him, hips still pushed out as you waited in position for him. "I'm not getting that back, am I?"

"Nope." He smirked, sliding his fingers into your wetness to work you open for him. "If you want it back, you'll have to see me again sometime to get it."

"You sneaky man." You faux-chastised, smiling at the way he was already making plans for next time.

He chuckled, plunging his fingers deeper and wiping the smirk off your face. That, the look on your face as he moved his fingers inside your tight heat, the fluttering of your eyes as you focused on the bliss he was giving you, almost made him finish in his pants before anything even happened. You were just too gorgeous, and he'd been waiting for something like this for too long. But he knew where he wanted to finish tonight.

He slipped his fingers out of you, raising them to your lips and you sucked them in eagerly as he lined his tip up with your core. "Such a perfect girl," he breathed, pushing in and hissing as he felt your walls practically suck him in, a drawn out moan as he entered coming from your mouth. "Fuck, your body's incredible." He groaned, watching the way your back arched, hips tilting back to meet his thrust.

"Go faster please," you begged, canting your hips impatiently as you stared down at the sight of his cock disappearing inside you. "Please I can take it, just wanna feel you deep inside." You gasped out, walls tightening around him at the thought of it.

And lucky for you, he was happy to oblige. "You got it, baby." And with that, he sped up, slapping his hips against yours until you were crying out in ecstasy, moaning his name as you tried at grip onto the door, nails scratching the wood.

"Mm, fuck, more," you mewled out and he chuckled deep in your ear, tightening his grip on your hips.

"You want more baby?" He pushed you up, flat against the door, fucking up into you so hard the door banged against the frame with every thrust. He reached down, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts as you moaned out and you leaned your head back against his shoulder, eyes rolling back as you came from the intensity. He groaned at the feeling of your walls milking him dry, the way your walls fluttered and squeezed him perfectly. The sound of your moans set him off, your beautiful voice making him cum inside of you with one last hard thrust, too pent up to last any longer.

For a moment, the only sound was your heavy breathing intertwined, the two of you catching your breath from how desperately you were fucking into each other. Then, remembering suddenly, Hoseok asked, "Shit, you're on birth control right?"

You giggled breathlessly, nodding in response, and he sighed, relaxing back into you, arms wrapping around your waist as he worked up the energy to get you both cleaned up. You were practically boneless, the sex and alcohol making you stumble as he walked you to the sink, propping you up on the edge and spreading your legs for him. If he could sear this moment into his brain, he would. You, sated and soft as you leaned against the mirror, eyes trusting and open as you let him clean you up and your soft lips curved into a cute little smile.

"You were right," You said as he cleaned you up, taking a wet paper towel to wipe the mess he made on your thighs. "This place is pretty clean." You hummed, looking at how spotless the bathroom was. Clean smell, no hair in the sink, fancy soap, this place looked like the bathroom of a five star hotel.

Hoseok smiled up at you, turning to throw away the dirtied paper. "Yeah, it's a great vibe. I know the owners, they're pretty cool." He said, drying you now.

You played with his hair as he attended to between your thighs, letting the calm quiet overtake you for a moment. "Thank you." You said quietly, not wanting to break the softness of the moment. "This could've been a horrible night. I could've been laying in bed crying. But I don't want to anymore. So thanks."

Hoseok finished cleaning you up, fixing your skirt and laying his hands on your thighs reassuringly. "If you ever feel like crying, you can just come to me."

You smirked despite yourself, "Already thinking of round two?" You teased, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He laughed, but shook his head. "No," he said, standing in the space between your legs and leaning in to kiss you almost reverently, hands giving a squeeze to your thighs. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want a repeat of this night. But you're cool. I want to get to know you. Maybe be friends beyond us seeing each other sometimes when you're hanging out with Jungkook."

Your gaze softened, touched by the offer. "That'd be nice. You're a cool guy, Hoseok."

"I try." He shrugged, looking away almost bashfully. "You wanna head home or are you still down to party?" He asked, pulling back and holding a hand out to help you down.

"I think we've partied enough. Let's go home." You said once back on your feet, stretching out your body and walking towards the door.

And this time when he drove you back to your apartment, you were both smiling and talking, making excited conversation as he walked you all the way up to your door. You stopped in front of your place, turning around to face him after you unlocked your door. "Sleep well." He said, warmth in his eyes and voice as he looked down at you.

"You too." You nodded, turning the knob and stepping into your place backwards, keeping eye contact with him until you closed the door, matching stupid grins on your face. As the door shut, you disappearing from sight, Hoseok stood there a few more moments, thinking about how incredible the night was, how incredible you were. He walked back to his car, more satisfied than he'd ever been in his life.

Hoseok was so going to rub this in Namjoon's face.

[saturnsstufff]

Could We Get One Where Techno Is Just Trying To Do His Work But The Voices Keep Nagging At Him To Just Mark The Reader Up And Ditch Work To Spend Time With Her? Oh And Perhaps Everyone Is Just Like "Why Is He Being So Clingy With Her Today?". I love Ur Writing Btw!!!

Thank you darlin!!! Oh my god im making this a side moment of The Empress, and none of you can stop me.

The Empress (side part)

Warnings: sexual innuendo, NSFW

   Techno is a work driven man. Once he was within his office working, very little could distract him. But you, without knowing, had a special effect on his attention span. If you were feeling particularly lonesome for his attention, you would just roam in and sit on one of the chairs. With a book in hand, you could often read the afternoon away well your lover did paper work.

   The only problem for techno was when you were in the room, his mind would very often linger away from the work before him. Being a ruler put a lot of stress down onto him. Not only that, but being young he still had a lot to learn about being a Emperor. Along with being young, he still wanted to have fun with you. Of course he would take you for little dates, dance with you in the ballroom, spar with you, have little picnics in the library- those were your favorite. He did every little thing a casual city boy would do for you. But he would also do more.

   Techno wasn't the only one who had interesting thoughts about you, the voices also would often express themselves about you. About how they wanted to hear things from you, and do things to you. Them being upfront made doing paperwork, hard.

   He would try and focus on writing a new bill, yet somehow a voice would slip through with a erotic image of you. To which he would then have to take a moment to tear his attention elsewhere. That wouldn't last long before a new request came through however. It was just a never ending battle for him.

   One day it was bad. Oh was it bad. He was up late within his office, working through his now smaller stack of papers. With the determination of a Ox he was hell bent on finishing it all.

   Of course with it being nearly one-ish in the morning, you were not feeling the love for the late-night push he had. When Techno would force himself into over drive, you would always stray in and remind him of when to take breaks.

   Like now.

   When you carefully opened the door to his office, his head was down. Reading glasses adorning his nose as he read the fine print. With the soft click of the door you eased it shut. Normally no one was allowed to walk behind hid desk as a sign of respect for him. But being his wife, you tended to get away with things.

   Wrapping yourself around his back, he let out a longing sigh. Your arms secured around him in a pleading cry, begging him to come with you. "Princess, I'm almost done..." you hummed and rubbed your hand against his chest. Silently pleading for him to join you. Well your hands rubbed about his chest, he hesitated.

   With the voices already having been in overdrive, your soft loving hand movements did not help. God, he wanted nothing more than to shove your night gown up, and kiss you until you were a gasping mess. With a soft kiss pressed to his ear his patience was growing thin. Not because of you, oh no. Your movements were out of innocence. You wanted a cuddle buddy for bed. The voices, wanted your neck and chest, black and blue from his lips. That was the problem.

   "You said that a hour ago... please..." he couldn't help but sigh. Setting his pen down as he looked up to you. God you were too cute. Gently he took your hand and tugged it. Pulling it so you fell across his lap. With your legs draping over the arm of his chair, he held you up by his shoulder. Looking down at you with loving eyes. Maybe even laced with a bit of lust.

   You gave a gentle smile and curled up against his chest. He wouldn't cuddle in public often. So you had to take what you could. Of course, he had no desire to work with you in his lap. He just wanted to feel you against him. He hoped this would ease the voices. Letting them know that you were within his arms secure.

   But of course that didn't stop them. They still craved for him to mark you, to kiss you, to let others know you were his. With a gentle hand he pushed your hair aside, freeing your neck. Your eyes lingered him, curious about his movements. His eyes didn't meet yours, instead they were focused on your neck. Assuming he wanted to kiss you, your voice was soft.

   "Do you want to kiss me?..." he glanced to your eyes and lingered a moment, nodding slowly. You gave a gentle smile. Encouraging him if he really wanted. When he saw you were ok with it, he leaned in and didn't hesitate to start prying soft noises from you. His teeth grazed over your pulse before biting down softly. Wanting to leave some form of marking over your body now that you were officially his. With gentle gasps being drawn from your lips the voices went wild.

   Ever since your first time with each other, the voices knew what they wanted more of. They wanted you, to hear you, to feel you, to see you wither like the first time again. They wanted to ruin you. Of course with the first time out of the way, you and Tech were more sexually involved. He was still trying to have you take him fully.

   With his lips to your neck, you could only lean into him with whimpers and soft moans. With your eyes fluttering shut he held you firm to his chest. The warmth engulfing your body.

   However, he did part. Drawing his attention to his desk, moving aside paperwork. You watched as he half organized quickly. Freeing space on the desk. It caught you slightly off guard as he placed you onto the now free space. Allowing you to move your legs beside his. Letting him between them.

   His hands shamelessly roamed up your thighs, kneading the soft flesh under his hand. Well your hands held to the side of his desk. Nervous someone would walk in. With gentle hands he moved your gown up a bit. Allowing the plush skin of your hip to show.

   "Darling if your going to make love to me, we should probably go back to the bedroom..." you said softly. Half wanting him in bed, and the other half not wanting to be interrupted. He only hummed as his hands roamed up your sides under the gown. Feeling how warm your body was.

   "It's my office... I can take you here if I want..." he said, his eyes glued to your body. Your cheeks did flush at this.

   "Are you sure?..." your voice was quiet but held hesitance, and excitement. Your eyes danced over his busy ones. He only hummed before answering. Playing with the hem of your underwear.

   "Becides... I only want a taste..."

[thatlongspringnight]

A Crown in Springtime (Jungkook x Fem!Reader)

summary: When Jungkook caught the eye of the queen that night, he didn’t realize just how much it would change his life for the better.

pairing: Jungkook x female Reader

genre: arranged marriage au, lust at first sight, romance

word count: 6.2k

❂ amorentia in spring

⁂ hosted by: professor amora through @bangtansorciere​

⤐  au type: daffodil

⤐  themes: spring, honeymoon

⤐  kinks: Edging ⤞ Praise ⤞ Cunninglus ⤞ Fingering ⤞ Handjob ⤞ Thigh Riding ⤞ Hair Pulling ⤞ Creampie ⤞ 

Jungkook is nervous, it bleeds into him like the cold of midwinter, a stark difference from the blossoms of early spring that surround him. Even now, in the sunshine of early morning, he shivers, nerves leaving him tense as he feigns calm, leaning back on the veranda as though nothing has changed, nothing is different, letting the sun soak into his bones. 

But everything has changed. He’s more tense now then he was a day ago, when he was kneeling at the ancient altar, handfasting himself to a woman he barely knew for life, for the hereafter too….And not just any woman. His liege, his queen...now his wife. His father had talked of nothing else for the last two months...since...since the betrothal. All he could speak on was the arrangement, brooking no talk or protest from him, nothing but smiling and acceptance. 

A savior - his father had called her, the queen their savior, rescuing them from poverty. 

“She chose you.” It had been repeated so many times, the idea that he should be grateful, grateful for this arranged marriage. He should be full of joy even, plucked from obscurity to marry her. But...but he doesn’t know her, he can’t wrap his mind around why she would pick him She could have anyone after all...so why him? 

Before the wedding...he could count the number of times he had seen her on one hand. A - A little older than him, a couple of years, maybe - he hadn’t known a world where she had not been queen. She had grown up with a crown on her head, a sword in her palm, and the shadow of a dynasty weighing on her shoulders. A child queen raised on tales of her ancestors, long dead, war and conquest. He...He had heard that she had been in want of a husband.

His father had even suggested his older brother, his heir - but never once had his name been mentioned. Not until....not until that night - two months ago, when - when she had smiled at him, eyes alight in mirth and something he didn’t have a name for yet, asking him to dance after a dinner.

They had gone to court for the winter celebration, and he had felt her eyes on him during the meal, offering her a soft smile, as - as was proper.

She’d asked him to dance, first - his thoughts repeated, an honor, one that had given him the warmth of her palm in his, her eyes trailing up his face.

“Your hair.” She had murmured, a hand going to play with the strands. “Blue like the ocean.” His own personal magic, how the fae had manifested in him. He wondered how it manifested in her…

Either way…was that why? Was that why she had picked him? Not even two days after, she had offered his father...and the deed had been done..all leading up to yesterday, kneeling at the altar, him bedecked in clothes woven of silver thread, blue sapphires dripping from them, from the crown she laid on his head. Joining him at the altar, covered in gold. He felt like the moon, lit only by her golden glow. 

Somehow, somehow he had made it through, repeating ancient vows that dipped magick into his blood, feeling their bond form as sure and strong as the rope that bound their hands. Somehow that day had faded to night, banquets and being whisked away - a honeymoon in the mountains - early spring blossoms filling the air with perfume. 

A honeymoon, but still - no bride. The thought alone is enough to stir something, a gentle sigh making him jolt. Her, he knows its her, he can feel it, looking up to meet her amused gaze. The - the queen, his queen, he dips his head, scrambling to sit properly, to bow…

At least until her fingertips press his forehead, stilling him instantly.

“No Need.” her voice still shocks him, calm and easy - sweet too - like the last drops of sap from a tapped tree at the end of winter. “Especially not here.” 

“....Not here?” 

“You haven’t noticed?” She smiles now, and it makes him feel warm. “We’re all alone. No one dares to interrupt their queen on her honeymoon.” He’s watching her, stepping to sit beside him, legs dangling like his were just moments before. 

“And...and if we weren’t alone?” He curses how slowly the words seem to come to him, trailing and trembling in her presence, but he can’t help it. His position feels uncertain, her husband, but what does that make him. He’s no king. 

“Then you’d only need to nod your head.” She hums, a hand lifting up, moving to block the light, to let the sun’s rays break between her fingertips. “You’re a prince now, anyway, my darling, people will be bowing to you.” She says it so easily, like it doesn’t alter his entire life. “But….between us.” She continues. “I’d like it to be different.” This is the most she’s ever spoken to him, and he finds himself entranced at her lips, the way she forms words. 

“Different?” He mumbles, barely aware he’s asked.

“Different, friends at least.” She tilts her head to look at him. “Maybe even more.”

“F-Friends?” he questions, eyes widening. “With me?” “Is that so odd?” She snorts. “To want to be friends with my husband?” “....No.” He answers after a moment. “Well  - just a little.” 

“At the end of the day, I’m just a normal girl, you know.” Words he doesn’t believe, not even for a moment. 

The day passes, the coolness of the morning fading to a gentle heat, and he learns - Jungkook learns about his wife. 

More than he’s bargained for.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that.” She pushes her own plate of food at him. “Here, eat up.” They are lounging again, on the veranda, which seems to be her favorite place, his too, where the breeze is gentle, and the flowers bloom so heavily nearby it smells like a garden. “It will get cold and you won’t want it.” Its a simple pronouncement, one that makes him pout. 

“How do you know?” He answers her, watching how her lips twitch into a smile. “Maybe i want it cold.” “As your Queen, I demand you eat.” That pronouncement is met with him grumbling, before he sits up, a look in his eyes that makes her raise an eyebrow. 

“Feed me then.” Jungkook demands, a petulant lilt to his voice, even as he tries to hide his smile.

“What?”

“Feed me.”He gives her a grin, one that makes her heart beat quicken, not that he knows, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Come on - “ He throws her words from before back in her face. “Feed me or else everything’s going to get cold.”

“What a baby.” The woman complains, not at all fooled by the sweet look on his face. “You’re not playing fair, Jungkook.” His name, whenever she says it, makes his stomach flutter with butterflies. Still, he doesn’t even pout at being called a baby, too triumphant at her shifting to face him, reaching to pick up a slice of meat, offering it to him. “Your highness.” She mocks, and he could only snicker, enjoying the taste on his tongue.

It is delicious.

“So good – its delicious.” The smile he shot her was enough to make the woman feel a brush of something she chose not to name. Damn this boy, damn him for making doing something so simple as eating so attractive.

 It made her want to tease him, and that made her smile, something he notices. “You – you gave in really easily.” Jungkook spoke after a moment of comfortable silence. She had, this woman who had led his people in war, had fed him just now, without much protest at all. “Maybe you can feed me every day.” Did he enjoy it? Yes, of course he did, but unfortunately for him, the words seemed to click something into place for her.

 “Oh, you want me to feed you every day?” The woman purred, managed to snag a bite of her own food before setting down her plate. The air shifts, a shiver coursing through him, the trees seeming to shiver too. “Tell me something, Jungkookie.”

“W-What?” He speaks, a bit of alarm on his face as she leaned over him, her body suddenly very close. “T-Tell you what?”

 “Ahh..” She settles herself close to him. So close, their shoulders touch, and when she leans over, their noses nearly brush. “Tell me, are you sure you want this every day?” This time, when she offers him food, he is slower to take it, his cheeks warm. It feels heady, being close to her like this, and he wonders if this intimacy will ever feel anything other than clandestine. “Jungkook, I asked you a question.”

 “Ngh.” The boy looked up, his nose brushing hers. “I – I wouldn’t mind.” He breathes. Her chest was too close to his face, and the skin she exposed…it was right there. His lips could brush her collarbones if he looks straight ahead. Suddenly a warm day felt blazing hot. “I – I’m thirsty – “ He managed to speak, unsure of how he even got his voice to work.

 “Thirsty?” A teacup was balanced in her hand in an instant, her hold graceful…almost delicate. “Tea, your highness?”

“Don’t call me that.” He protests. “I – you’re the Queen - I’m just - “ “You’re my husband.” She answers, offering him a sip. “Your highness is an appropriate title.” 

“But to you, I should just be Jungkook.” He answers her, and she can only smile. 

“Can I taste too?” its a shift in conversation, but Jungkook nods, assuming she’d just…take a drink from his cup – which is why his brain short circuits the moment the cup was pulled away, replaced by her lips.

 Cherry blossom tea is at first just a hint of salt – one that fades to a mellow sweetness, floral notes and plum. Jungkook thinks to himself. Those grounded musings lost at her lips. She is kissing him, and he is overwhelmed, the taste of her and the cherry blossom tea an all too dangerous combination for him, leaving him lightheaded. She is kissing him -  and he could have whined, the angle of their bodies meaning he couldn’t move his hands from the ground, or they’d both tumble over.

 And he didn’t want to lose the fierceness of her kiss -  her hands in his hair, tugging at the strands hard enough for him to whimper, the sound lost as her tongue explored his mouth, stealing the taste of tea from his lips.

 He is on fire, he is in bloom under her touch.

 And then she pulls away, panting against his lips, her own cheeks flushed.

 “I like it – the tea. Its good on its own…but its better tasting it on your lips, pretty boy.” Jungkook could faint.

 “I – y-you can’t just….you can’t just say things like that!”

“Do you need a moment?” She is stretching out like a cat in the sun. “We should make flower crowns next, my prince.” 

Jungkook truly looks like a fish out of water in that moment, his mouth opening and closing in shock, and She could’ve laughed at the blush high on his cheeks. She had got him right where she wanted him, he realizes. The lilt to her voice was teasing as she gives him a knowing smirk. “What’s wrong, Jungkook?” 

 “I-“ He gulps, unable to speak, the taste of salt and honey still strong on his tongue from their kiss. It is too much- she is too much. “A-Actually, my throat is still dry.” He clears his throat once, then twice as if he was trying to prove it to her. “I might n-need another drink...”

 “Well, that is a problem, isn’t it.” She tilts her head to the side in mock sympathy and he nods, almost a little too eagerly, giving it away.

 “It is, yes. Maybe- maybe you could help me drink again?”

 “Hmm, I could...but you also have two perfectly good hands to use so.” She shrugged. “That sounds more like a problem than a me problem.”

 “But maybe I’d rather use my hands for...other things.” He is trying to tempt her- and failing miserably as she barely spared him a second glance, too busy focusing on gathering the materials for the flower crowns, something that he wasn’t as interested in now as he had been before.

 “Well that’s good, seeing as you’ll need them to make your crown. What flowers did you want?”

Making flower crowns was relaxing – that is the thought after a few minutes, as he hummed softly, twisting the flowers around the ribbon, grinning as they connected. It was unconscious, he sways softly, humming under his breath. He used to make so many of them, for the whole court…and his father would always pick his over his brother’s…

 “Ugh – “ The frustrated sound from beside him, pulls him from his memories, and he pauses, listening softly to the woman’s grumbles. Glancing down, he finds a bit of a mess, and it made him grin – he didn’t want to say anything though – not wanting to break her focus – that is until she hissed through her teeth, the flowers literally bursting from their ribbon, scattering around her.

 “Gah – “She grimaces, and he laughs outright, her head whipping around at the sound, finding him already wearing his…

 And it was beautiful…of course.

 “Having some trouble– “

“Its not easy.” She huffs. “You must be cheating somehow.”

“I did not!” Jungkook protests. “I just have more experience is all  - “

“I can’t do it.” She straight up whines, and Jungkook grins, giggling in earnest, scooting closer to her. How was she so cute, struggling like this, gathering up her flowers. In this moment she is just a girl, and he is just a boy - He can’t help but be brave.

 “Here...”He croons,  reaching for her, pulling her closer so he can watch. “Let me teach you.” Only after does he realize how informal he’s being, shooting her a worried glance, only to be met by a little pout. 

 “I-I don’t need any help!” She curses under her breath, her stammer hardly hidden as she gives him a little glare. “I can do it!”

“Here.” His chin rested on her shoulder, hands gently taking hers in his. “You made your stems too short so they were harder to wrap.” Those flowers get set aside as he picks others from the pile. “These longer ones will work better.

 She was silent as she watched him manipulate her hands with his own, twisting the flowers so it entwined with the ribbon, the dyed material looking so good against his skin. 

 “...try?” The sudden baritone of his voice makes her jump.

 “What?”

 “I said, why don’t you try.” He has the gall to sound amused and she finds herself scowling at his grin. Even if she couldn’t see it- she felt it. “Let’s try to pay more attention when I’m teaching you, alright?”

 “Give me that.” She grabs the flower crown from him, ignoring the sound of his laugh, his body shaking next to her. Jungkook watches her, how she furrows her brows, grabbed another flower- daisies this time, and carefully winds it around the ribbon like he had showed her, focusing hard on her task.

She’s beautiful, he thinks to himself, wistful almost. Beautiful, and he’s hers. 

Beautiful, and wants him just as bad as he wants her - something he finds out the next morning, the veranda a place of more than just relaxing in the sunshine. 

“You should call me Noona.” Her voice is a purr against his ear, the kind that makes Jungkook shiver, tensing against her light touch. And it is like, fingers trailing his skin, delicate in the way they touch him, make him yearn for more...its...unexpected, how she makes him feel desirable and full of desire for her all at once. 

“N-Noona - “ He stammers, breath hitching at her fingertips parting the robe he’s wearing, dancing across his chest. “Ngh - you - “ “You’re so pretty.” She murmurs. “I wanna make you feel good.” He’s tensing at that, but the pit in his stomach is full of butterflies and aching, nothing like fear clinging to him now. “I don’t want you to regret...this...with me.” “This…?” he asks, confusion bleeding into his tone. “This...now?” “Now - and...our marriage.” She confesses, face dipping lower, lips ghosting across the juncture of his throat. “I want to make it worth it for you.” “Why is it worth it for you?” He wonders aloud. “I’m no one at all - “ “You’re magic itself.” She counters, and this time its a kiss against his neck, not just lips, this time her hand finds purchase on his chest, fingernails a dull scrap against his skin. It feels good, and he whines softly, adjusting to the feeling. “Beautiful, sweet - Strong.” She says, and she can feel his cheeks heat. “What, is it embarrassing to hear?” She sounds almost amused, blowing lightly at the strands of his hair, soft blue in the clear, cloudless sunshine.

“T-That - “ He nearly chokes on his own spit. “That - that’s taking it a little too far.” Its almost scolding. “How can you know that?’

“I want to know everything there is to know about you.” She answers. “And to show you all of me, too, if you...if you’ll let me.” 

“I want to...to see you.” He answers, honestly, after a moment. “You’re my wife after all, my bride.” There is a smile, hers, against his skin. 

“Such a good boy.” She praises, and he cannot help the pleased feeling under his skin, the way he nods, preening a little under her words. “Such a pretty, darling man.” Her hand, trailing lower, bringing new, ticklish feelings to his skin.

This type of affection wasn’t altogether new to him, romps with boys and girls in the stables up...up until recently, but this is different too, there is a feeling there he’s not used to, a longing coming from the woman that registers in his heart. 

He can feel her loneliness, the ache in her soul - and he wants to fill it as best he can. Maybe that’s what she had seen in him that night, that same feeling - deep in his heart - that deep alone that kept him up at night. 

So he kisses her, adjusting so he’s nearly in her lap, back to her chest, turning to catch her gaze. His lips meet hers and he sees her eyes widen, before his own shut, one of her hands coming to cup his cheek, thumb stroking idly against his skin. It’s sweet - soft, at least for a moment. But they’re both ravenous, he realizes, when it’s his hands that find purchase on the dainty silk robe that hid her form. Ravenous as she bites at his bottom lip, earning a whine, a whimper - when he looks up again, there is something molten in her gaze, and in his stomach. 

He wants her, and - 

“Ngh -“ he muffles the sound of surprise in his throat as she shifts them, so now it’s her, legs parted on either side of his thigh, sitting with her hands pressed against his chest. “I - I -“ 

“You?” She asks, like she hasn’t put them in a compromising position, little smirk at her lips. “Cat got your tongue, Jungkook?” Her thumb parts his lips, delight on her face as he opens his mouth, lets her press it to his tongue. “I’d be glad to have your tongue on my kitten.” The slang is enough to make him sweat, heat prickling against his skin. 

He’s wearing too many clothes - even if all he’s in is a night robe, the mid morning sun has left him languid and warm, her touch has set fire to his skin - and her - so close to him, nose brushing at the skin of his cheek, coaxing him closer, mouth meeting his with more fervor, hands tangling in his hair. 

She’s pulling at the strands, drawing a whine from his lips as her hips rock forward, as his hands find purchase on her hips - registering what she’s doing before his mind catches up. 

“N-noona -“ it’s a moan as they part, him panting softly, him trying his best to capture her lips again, only for her to evade. “I want to kiss you.” 

“Do you?” She asks, a soft hum on her lips as she brushes them by his ear, earning a shiver. “Badly?” 

“Everywhere.” He’s feeling bolder now, straightening his posture so he can give her more - tensing the muscles of his thighs as she rocks - rewarded with a surprised, pleased little noise, even more at how he shifts her himself, across the strength of his thigh, exposed now. 

“Not worried we’re going to get caught?” She asks, met with beautiful, darkened eyes. 

“You said that I didn’t have to worry about anyone disturbing us.” He reminds. “Who’d dare interrupt their queen?” He mimics her voice from before, pleased when she laughs, when she grips lightly at his hair, tugging again just to make him whine.

“Brat.” But her tone is fond, like she’s seen him and found nothing displeasing in the least. “But you’re right, no one would dare.” She eyes him, noting the way his hands grip at her, eager to get her out of her clothes. “Don’t you try it.” She warns before he can act. “Seeing me naked is something that you’ll have to earn I’m afraid.” Even as she says that, her hand is grasping at the tie around his, her eyes meeting his own, seeking a silent permission he gives readily. 

The ribbon holding it closed is pulled away, her hand making contact with his lower stomach. Dipping lower, finding purchase on something that makes him hiss. 

“A-Ah - “ “Hard.” She poses, and its not a question, its an observation. He’s hard. “Pretty.” She tacks on. “Even your cock is pretty.” He feels like he could combust, head dropping to hid in the crook of her neck.

“N-Noona.” He whines. “Don’t say that.” 

“Come on, Jungkookie.” There is a note of challenge to her tone. “Are you just going to sit here while I touch your dick? Or are you going to help your wife, hm?  She glances at his hands on her hips, looking back up at him. 

Its enough, he’s back at it, biting his lip as she touches him, and her touch is light, light as she trails fingertips against the head of his cock, dips them down to grasp at him, pulling her hand away so she can lick her palm. He’s entranced, only shifting her hips because she told him to, entirely too focused on her damp palm meeting his skin again, dragging up, up, up.

But that’s not the only sensation. Its her, rutting against his thigh when he’s not fast enough, thumbing at his tip. He is conscious of his moans, soft and eager, and that’s about it, overwhelmed with the feeling.

“N-Noona - “ “Beautiful.” She answers him, and he can feel her - her essence against his skin, he’s flustered. “Lazy.” She teases and he whines, this time actually dragging her against his thigh. Again, then again, over and over - movements faltering as her drag up his skin sped up.

It - it was so hard to focus - 

“I-It would be easier if I was inside you.” He finally counters, words catching up with his thoughts - and that gets a reaction, her thighs clamping around his, her movement stuttering. “If y-you let me - “ “Already at the business of begetting heirs?” her palm slips from him and he whimpers. “Not yet, if you want it, I need it first.” She warns. She doesn’t mind being selfish, he already knows - and he doesn’t mind it either. 

“Then let me give it to you.” He’s pulling away, eyeing her. “Let me - let me worship you, on my knees, since you’re my...my queen - my wife.” and he is on his knees, already, something that clearly pleases her.

“Worship me?” She asks, perching up on her hands, legs stretched out in front of her. “You mean between my thighs, where you belong, right?” His cock is still hard, she muses, still throbbing and leaking, and eager - but making him wait was good, bringing him close to the edge and then not letting him…

Perfect.

“Can I?” He asks again, needing more than that from her. “Please - “ “You should talk less.” She answers him. “You’re wasting time you could be worshipping me.” It spurs him forward, but she meets him halfway. He is pushed down, pulled forward, till his nose was brushing against her core, silk robe falling around exposed hips and soon enough her legs were resting on his shoulders, holding him in place. He looked up, finding her flushed, seemingly eager. 

“This – this is what you want?”

“Come on, Kookie –  You said you wanted to worship me, to be on your knees before me...So…why don’t you show me what that mouth does…besides teasing.”

 “Ngh -!” Jungkook flushes hard at the crude words that fall from her lips, his whole body uncomfortably hot. He wants to hide his face from her dark gaze but with the firm grip she had on his hair, he couldn’t move. Even then, he isn’t sure he could, trapped in her gaze the way he was. “V-Vulgar.”

 “I’m just telling you what I want, Jungkookie. You said you were going to….so do it.” The way she is looking at him makes that fire ignite in his blood again, a deep sense of desire and wanting.

 Because she is right. Jungkook wants to watch as she fell apart, her thighs trembling from around his head, his name like a prayer on her lips as her back arched with pleasure. 

 He wants nothing more.

 “Okay.” He murmurs, pressing sweet kisses to her thighs, intent on getting her just as hot as he felt. “You’re so wet for me, Noona.” Slowly, he ghosts his mouth over her core before going to press kisses to her other thigh, not missing the way she tensed and let out a little huff when he passed over her center.

 “I’d be wetter if you actually used your tongue on me.”

 “Maybe so.” He hums, letting his thumb brush over her clit, the corners of his lips twitching upwards at her soft whimper and he wonders if she tastes as sweet as the noises she makes, as sweet as the honey that he had tasted on her tongue earlier. Jungkook lets his gaze rest on hers before giving an experimental circle of his tongue on her clit, the woman jolting at the touch.

 “J-Jungkook-!“

 He doesn’t pause, his eyes still on hers as he wraps pretty lips around her pearl, giving a gentle suck, just to see how she’d react, a finger drawing over her entrance.

 Jungkook is not disappointed at her reaction, her hands falling free of his hair, digging into the wood of the veranda beneath her. She moans, a pleased – heady sound, her heels pressing into his back, pushing him closer and closer to her core. So – so she liked that, then,  Jungkook took note, returning to kitten licking at her.

 Don’t try to overwhelm her with the first thing you find she likes, take your time, savor her, till she’s aching with need - advice from his older brother about what to do with girls - he’d taken it, and it had always seemed to work. he took a breath, his warmth ghosting over her as he pressed his finger against her.

 “Noona – c-can – can I?” Jungkook asked, wanting to make sure.

 “Yes –! ngh – “ She tenses at the feeling of his finger. “F-Fuck… please – “ He slid a finger inside of her, the feeling making him whimper against her core. She – she was so warm, clenching around him...

 “O-Oh –“ He couldn’t help press his hips against the floor, searching for friction. How was it going to feel…buried inside of her, the hot, and wet and – and tight. He really was going to have to work her over now…because he doubted he was going to last very long at all. “Noona – you – you feel – so good.” Her thighs pressed against his face, and her head was tossed back.

 “More – Kookie – more, y-you can be more rough with me.” His name on her lips, the endearment not lost on him, spoken so fondly, with such need – Jungkook can’t help himself but give in to her desires. Sliding his finger out, till she whined at the empty feeling, this time her thrust two in, harder, teeth just lightly grazing her clit. If – if she wanted rough –

 “A-Ah! Jungkook!” the moan was sinful, and more of a cry, a shudder going through her as she tenses – “Ngh…ah..” He is thrusting his fingers into her, sitting up to press a kiss to her stomach, to bite lightly at her skin.

 “Noona – Noona – you’re driving me crazy –“ The boy pants, still rutting into the floor. “You – ngh – you sound so hot, I – I can’t – “

“Jungkook- “ Her voice sounds almost scolding. “Don’t – don’t you dare get yourself off.” He froze, not realizing she could tell.”

“B-But…But Noona –“ he whines, met with her hands in his hair again, pulling roughly.

 “No – you – you’re pleasuring me now. Just me.”

 Just her...

 Jungkook wanted to pout, to whine more at her scolding. It- it was hard to not lose himself over in the sound of her moans, the cry of his name falling from her lips. He couldn’t help that he wanted to be inside of her, actually inside of her- not just his fingers. To have her clenched tight around him.

 “J-Jungkook, move..” His wife gives a little wriggle of her hips, huffing at the stilling of his fingers. Brat. Trying to get off by himself- like she wouldn’t notice the shift of his hip and his soft whimpers against her skin. She gives him a cool look from his place between her legs. “Unless you want me to finish what you started on my own-“

 “N-No!” He blurted, his doe eyes wide at her implication. “No, Noona.” He repeated, slowly resuming his finger work, her shuddering in response. “Let- let me take care of you.” And then his mouth was on her again, sucking, licking, his fingers crooking inside of her- crooking his fingers to find that spot that’d make her see stars. He’d know just by the way-

 “A-Ah -“ Her grip on his hair tightened, holding him in place. “Ngh, K-Kookie, right- right there.” She moans. “D-Don’t you dare stop.” She could feel him smirk against her and honestly, she would’ve said something if it didn’t feel so fucking good, his tongue flattening against her clit before circling around the nub. She was close, she could feel it- that pleasure growing tight like a bow that was being strung. She was just about to fall until-

 Until-

 “S-Stop -!”

 Her gasp took him by surprise, her pulling him away from her immediately. Jungkook blinked up at her, confusion on his face. She had told him not to stop before... Had- had he done something wrong? “Noona...?”

 “C-Come here.” She shifts then, pulling him up to her so she could capture his lips with hers, tasting herself on his tongue. Her hands dropped to his waist, a whine in Jungkook’s throat, his hips bucking against her hand as she palms at him again, a whimper as she bites down on his lip.

 “Ngh, Noona, why...why’d you have me stop?” He felt his dick twitch in her hand and gods, he wishes he could feel her properly. “Y-You were close, a-ah, I could feel it.”

 “I was, you’re right.” Finally- finally, she moves, grasping his hand to put it against the tie of her robe.. “But if I’m going to cum...then I want to be doing it around your cock- not your fingers. I want you to see all of me.” That’s all he needs, pulling at it, undoing it - watching the silk slip from her shoulders, slowly exposing all of her.

She’s beautiful, but he already knows that. 

 “Jungkook.” Her voice is breathy, and her fingers traced patterns against the skin of his chest as he takes her in. “Kookie – you’re – you’re breathtaking.” He whines softly, hiding his face against her neck again, clearly flustered at her words.

“I -  I should be telling you that - “ He protests, but she is unabashed.  

“Jungkookie…” A hand dipped lower, finding purchase on his cock, swollen, pre-cum dripping.

 He is big. And even his dick was pretty, smooth and straight, with a gentle curve upward, She thinks wryly, wondering how physical perfection had managed to manifest itself so clearly in this man. Like every bit was crafted to draw a reaction from her, to make her long for him, yearn for him, need to have him.

She had known from the moment she’d seen him. 

“Noona- “ 

“I’m yours to take.” She answers the unspoken question, pulling him to her, till he is gripping at her hips, glad that he had something to hold onto so his hands wouldn’t shake, the pads of his fingers digging into her flesh as he shifted her hips upwards. Slowly, slowly, he sinks into her. Glad not to have to wait anymore, a whine on his lips at her heat that surrounds him and he feels her stiffen, her mouth dropping open into an ‘o’ of pleasure. “N-Noona -“

 She is hot and...and so tight around him, clenched like a vice, and he knows- Jungkook knows that he won’t be able to last very long.

 “Ngh-“ A gasp leaves her throat at him suddenly thrusting inside. “K-Kook -“

 “A-Ah, Noona, I- ngh, I can’t help it.” He leans forward, pressing kisses to her neck, her hands coming up to grip at his shoulders. “You- you feel so good.”

“Do i?” She asks, his reaction more than enough to clarify, hips setting a pace that seems to surprise her. “Ngh - you - you feel good too.” 

“A-And you’re beautiful.” Jungkook finally feels brave enough to say it. “I - I’m a little terrified of you, b-but I don’t regret this.” Its sweet, in its own way, and it makes her laugh.

“I hope you never do.” She is kissing him again. 

“W-What about you?” He asks after a moment. “Do you r-regret it?” “Never.” She answers against his lips. “Now, stop this idle worrying, let me feel your cum dripping out of me, instead.”

 “N-Noona – you – you can’t say that.” Jungkook works on steadying himself, methodical in his thrusts, her words echoing in his head. That thought – the feeling of her, he can’t help thrust as deep as he can, feeling her nails dig into his skin, her small pleasured sounds filling the air. He could feel her tense, like this, his name falling from her lips as she gripped at him.

 “K-Kookie – there – that’s it. Ngh – just like that.” She wasn’t shy under him, her legs wrapping around his narrow hips, drawing a soft groan from him.

 “It – ngh – feels too good.” Jungkook whines, only to have her pull him into a kiss…one he wasn’t sure was to silence her or himself. Whatever it was, it was messy, teeth and tongue and sounds of pleasure.

 But – but – he can feel it, that same feeling in his stomach, and he knew he needed to finish her, rewarded with her flat out moan, the loudest sound he had heard come from her, heady and high, when his fingers met her bud, breaking their messy kisses to toss her head back, a shudder coursing down her body.

 “J-Jungkook - !” There it is, the boy is triumphant, rubbing at her roughly – its what she wanted after all – still pounding into her, thrusts growing more and more sloppy with every move. He could feel her again – too, the way she tenses and tightens, but even in his triumph he couldn’t help the words on his lips.

 “Please, please – please Noona, please cum.” He is begging, his own mind hazy with pleasure. “Ngh – need you too…really bad.” He didn’t know what possessed him, slamming into her enough to make him wince, but it was enough.

 It was too much – the feeling of her falling apart, how tight she was, pulsing against him, too much – and he -and he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He empties himself in her, feeling very much so like a bucket, tossed to the ground, water spilled. 

“I told you no one would catch us.” She speaks after his breath settles, idly playing with his hair. “My dear husband.” “Y-You - I’m...I’m happy.” His words don’t fit hers, but they do all at once, telling her directly what she wanted to know. “That you chose me to give a crown to.” 

“Your magic sang to mine.” is all she says in return, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Your loneliness called to mine, because you were always meant to be mine...and i was always meant to be yours.” 

[dinosaurtsukki]

solitude | fyodor dostoevsky x gn!reader

part 3 of broken, continuation of savior

summary: for the first time in a long time, you're free of fyodor with him in prison. however, you find yourself wondering if this is what you truly want

word count: 1.1k words

contains: stockholm syndrome-ish (depending how you look at it), slight manipulation

anon: Hi ! First, I hope that you’re okay, I wanted to tell you that your work is soooo great, I really support you. Then I wanted to ask you if you could write a part 3 of « broken ». I really loved « broken » and « savior », you are very talented.

a/n: ahh i'm so flattered but thank you !! broken was actually my first fyodor fic so i'm surprised people like it and asked for a sequel. i was kind of on the fence with how to end this series because y/n and fyodor's dynamic is a bit complicated but i hope it came across here!

you're loathe to admit it, but every time you heard a doorbell ring or a knocking on the door, you hope that it's fyodor finally returning home.

it had been more than two weeks since fyodor had enacted his master plan using cannibalism to get the port mafia and armed detective agency to turn against each other. you weren't completely privy to all the details of fyodor's plan or the bigger organization he was working for, but he did let you know that being sent to jail was a part of it.

"you're free to use this space, especially since the special division and armed detective agency are cracking down on the rats of the house of the dead," fyodor told you one night.

"is that so?" you raised an eyebrow at him. "i see you're playing favorites then."

"you've only noticed my favoritism now?" fyodor chuckled. you found it almost funny in hindsight how your relationship had evolved from him manipulating you to playful banter between the two of you.

"you won't be seeing me for a long time," he hummed, absentmindedly twirling a piece of your hair with his index finger. it had become a habit of his that you didn't find entirely unwelcome. "should i leave you a little souvenir so you don't miss me?"

"you're already leaving me your place," you scoffed, waving a hand at him. "that's enough. i have to lay low for the next couple of weeks too."

"that would be advisable," fyodor nodded, letting go of your hair and sitting a little farther from you on the sofa. you hated that you almost wanted to move a little closer. "i've made sure to take care of my tracks. they shouldn't inspect this place."

"alright," you said, paused, before adding "thank you."

the next morning, he was gone before you even woke up. aside from the emptiness of the apartment, you were left with an ambiguously melancholic feeling.

now, he was gone and you had more than enough room to breathe. if you wanted to, you could even finally run away after making sure the coast was clear. but you had already established a while ago that there was more benefit to you staying with fyodor.

maybe the decision you were grappling with was whether or not you actually missed fyodor.

'impossible,' you thought, physically shaking your head as if trying to correct yourself. and despite what you told yourself, there could only be one explanation as to why you frequented fyodor's study so much and took care to wipe his cello case clean every night.

in fact, you began staying in the study more often each day. the desk was as neat as fyodor had left it with his laptop and several files and books stacked neatly on the table. one book in particular, caught your eye.

"the complete collection of t.s. eliot poems," you read aloud. suddenly, you remembered one of the first time you and fyodor had talked in the library, back when you were just a college student and he was just a handsome stranger.

of course, you could tell that the placement of this book could only be deliberate. "of course you'd leave something for me," you spoke out loud, as if he could hear. carefully, you opened the book and found a space neatly cut into the middle of the pages and a flash drive embedded inside.

...

"well, if this isn't quite ironic."

fyodor doesn't look surprised at all to see you standing in front of his jail cell. in fact, it looks as if he had been patiently waiting for you all this time. and that's because he has.

"you couldn't have left your escape plans in a more obvious place?" you sighed at him.

"but that was obvious," fyodor blinked innocently at you. "i knew you would find it at the right time."

did he know you'd be spending most of your time in his study? it was embarrassing to be known that well but you read intently through the plans he had encoded in the flash drive. you couldn't believe what fyodor was asking of you this time because surely he overestimated your abilities.

"couldn't you have asked someone else, someone more capable, to do this for you?" you asked him.

"what for? i have complete confidence in you," fyodor smiled. he was dressed in the white clothes all the other prisoners wore. you could tell that he had lost quite a bit of weight due to his stay and both of his hands were cuffed. and yet, he looked absolutely delighted at seeing you.

and that gave you a deep sense of satisfaction.

you pressed a hand to the bulletproof glass of his jail cell. "remember that night? when you broke me out of jail?"

"of course i do," fyodor hummed, leaning back and closing his eyes as he savored the memory. "that was sloppy work on your part. anyone could tell that you had an ulterior motive to get yourself caught."

"yeah, yeah. i'm aware," you rolled your eyes.

"ah, but look at you now," fyodor cocked his head. 'you've changed,' was on the tip of his tongue and you could only agree. even if fyodor wrote up the plans for his escape, you were still the one who snuck into the facility and incapacitated more than a few security guards to break him out.

who would have thought this is where you'd end up?

you keyed in the passcode on the door before stepping inside the jail cell. fyodor held his cuffed wrists out to you and you sighed and crouched down in front of him.

"you couldn't have at least picked the lock on your cuffs?"

"i'd rather you do it for me," fyodor smiled at you.

you didn't even need to be told twice. he was the one who had taught you this skill after all and your fingers worked quickly at the lock. of course, you were aware of fyodor intently staring at you and the way his fingers brushed at the inside of your wrist. finally, the lock clicked open and his metal cuffs fell away.

"finally. they tightened those a bit too much," fyodor sighed, rubbing the red marks on his wrists.

"you must have said something to offend them, like always," you emphasized.

"how was i to know they were going to be offended?" he scoffed as the two of you practically strolled out of the jail cell and into the hallway. "i assume you've been enjoying your time alone at the apartment."

"the silence was definitely a plus. although admittedly..." you trailed off and caught fyodor's glance. "i do miss the sound of your playing."

"is that so?" he chuckled amusedly and flexed his wrists. "i'm out of practice but, i think i can arrange something for you when we get home."

you nodded with a bemused smile on your face. "when we get home."

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[fallen-gravity]

Aftermath

A whole summer later, and Mabel's still having nightmares about being trapped in her bubble. One unfortunate morning, Ford just happens to be the one who overhears her crying in her sleep.

Notes:

A huge, huge shout out to @ariasofelegance

A little white ago I reblogged a silly post that said something like "come into my inbox and tell me what my writing brand is", and without hesitating she dragged me into the dirt. Got me so on the nose that it backfired and whoops, I wanted to write it.

Said ask can be found here

Hope you’re happy with the results, Rin ;)

AO3

It’s the sound of sugary pop music seemingly wafting in through her bedroom window that wakes Mabel first. She assumes it’s just an alarm she doesn’t remember setting, and frantically waves her arm out for her nightstand so she can turn it off and go back to sleep for another minute or ten.

Then it’s the fact that her hand smacks something that squeaks, and okay, maybe Waddles accidentally left one of his toys in her room. He’s got plenty, so she can shrug off that as long as it’s not his favorite then he can go another few minutes without it. She’ll bring it downstairs to him when she wakes up, or if Dipper rises before her he can bring it downstairs instead.

It’s fine. She can brush those things off, and to prove it to herself she turns over on her other side and brings her blanket up to cover her ears. If anyone needs her they’re gonna have to climb the stairs all the way up to the attic and tell her themselves. She smiles to herself at the thought, and settles easily back into her sleep.

It doesn’t really click that something’s…off until the sun shines in through her window. Despite knowing that she’s facing away from her window, the sunlight still pierces through Mabel’s blanket and lands right into her eyes. Even for the mid-summer Oregon sun she’s gotten accustomed to, it’s uncomfortably warm and unreasonably bright for so early in the morning.

…Stranger still, she’s sure that Dipper would’ve already complained about it before she did, or at the very least, she’s sure she already would’ve heard him shuffling around the room by now.

Mabel takes it to mean that he must already be awake and downstairs, and groans. It still doesn’t explain why the sun is so painful in her eyes, but she guesses that could be a result of her sleeping in later than she’s used to.

“Alright, universe, you got me” Mabel mumbles, and stretches as she finally pushes herself into a sitting position. Opening her eyes is a bit tougher with the sun still harshly shining into them, but it’s manageable, and…

…This doesn’t look like the attic.

She attempts to rub the sleep out of her eyes, in case she’s still not fully awake yet, but no, the image in front of her still doesn’t change. She’s about to try standing up to see if walking around will help snap her out of her haze, but before she can even kick her feet over the edge her bedroom door swings open.

“Oh, thank goodness!” Mabel sighs. “Can you close the window? I can’t see a thing”

“Sure thing, Miss Mabel!” a cheery voice that is decidedly not Dipper’s replies, and with a snap of their fingers the lights go out. Now that her eyes finally adjust, Mabel’s able to glance around her room, and…

Oh no.

Oh no no no no no no no.

There are stone statues of her face in every corner of her room, piles of rainbow plushies stacked all over the floor, a collage of sweaters all over the wall, inflatable furniture scattered everywhere, and most notably, a large rug with a bright shooting star embroidered into the center.

“Miss Mabel?” the strange voice asks again, and a bright pink hippo steps into view towards her bed. “Is everything okay?”

Mabel frantically scoots backwards in her strange bed. “Stay back!” she tries to shout, but everything comes out as more of a panicked waver. “Stay back or I’ll grapple hook you in the face!” she frantically pats all around her body for any sign of her trusty weapon.

The hippo tilts its head in confusion, a squeak emerging from it. “Oh, Miss Mabel, you’re a riot! Don’t you remember?”

Mabel freezes in her frantic patting. “Remember what?”

The strange hippo laughs. “Our volleyball match! You promised you’d play with me, but then you took a suuuper long nap instead!”

Mabel shakes her head. It can’t be. It can’t be. She knows Dipper already came to rescue her, she knows they already took the bus back to Piedmont together, she knows they promised to stick together through thick and thin.

Or…did they? What if that was all part of this sick fantasy too? What if Bill just made her believe that Dipper came to her aid, when he’s actually been captured, or hurt, or worse, and Bill is still pacifying her for as long as he can to keep Weirdmageddon going?

She can’t breathe. She tugs at the collar of her turtleneck, but that only makes things worse, because it’s not until she notices the hot pink of her collar that she realizes she’s wearing her shooting star sweater. She wants to rip it off and claw at it until it comes apart thread by thread.

“M-Miss Mabel?”

She has to get out of here.

“Of course!” she replies, just to avoid suspicion. “Let’s go play some volleyball!” She claps loudly, and the pink hippo grins, seemingly unfazed by her behavior.

“Great!” it beams, and bounces happily out the door. Mabel follows more slowly, casting nervous glances everywhere she looks for any signs of creeping yellow eyes.

“Oh, shoot!” the hippo shouts once they’re outside, and Mabel nearly jumps a mile out of her skin.

“What is it?”

“We don’t have enough players,” the hippo pouts. “I can go see if I can find anyone who-”

“No!” Mabel shouts, and a few beachgoers freeze to cast glances her way. She blushes, and tries again. “I...I mean, we could always get my brother to play with us! Where’s my good ol’ twin brother?”

For the briefest of moments the hippo’s eyes flash yellow, but they’re back to normal just as quickly.

“Over here, sis!” Dippy Fresh waves, approaching them on his skateboard.

Mabel steps back, shaking her head. “Where’s my real twin brother?”

The crowd of beachgoers begins murmuring uncomfortably to each other.

“Aww, c’mon sis, don’t be like that!” he grins, jumping off of his skateboard and taking a step closer.

“You’re not my real brother” she hisses. “None of this is real! I know it isn’t!”

She’s shouting now, but she doesn’t care. “Come out and face me yourself, Bill! I know you’re out there! I don’t want to take part in this sick fantasy anymore!”

Everyone around her gasps, and between one breath and the next she’s painfully tackled to the ground.

“Mabel Pines!” an unfamiliar voice shouts, mixed seamlessly with the shrill echo of Bill’s. “Not only have you broken the one and only law of Mabeland, you have also spoke up in defiance of Bill Cipher, the true creator of this land. A simple court trial will not be enough. For these transgressions, you will be taken straight to the Fearamid for proper punishment”.

Mabel’s face pales. “W-wait! I was only just kidding!” She pleas, but a strong pair of arms is already lifting her into the air. She kicks and thrashes, but no matter how much she fights back, more pairs of hands seem to grab onto her and keep her in place.

“No!” she shouts. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise! I’ll do anything you guys want! I’ll never leave you again!”

“It’s too late!” Bill’s voice finally separates itself from the crowd, and he manifests himself in front of her. He lifts her into the air, and she starts thrashing even harder, but nothing she’s doing is working to free herself from her grip.

At the very back of her mind, she thinks she can hear someone shouting her name. But she’s sure that’s all just part of the illusion, that Bill’s using the sound of her own family against her to torture her one last time before she never sees them again, and-

Something brushes against her forehead.

Something soft, and warm, and comforting, and so humanlike compared to everything else around her that it’s enough to make the every single aspect of the illusion disappear into thin air all at once, even Bill himself.

Everything’s black, and then, with a blink of her eyes, she’s staring into Ford’s eyes, soft and loving and pooling with worry. It doesn’t take long for her to piece together that it’s his hand on her forehead.

“Mabel?” he asks, and she realizes quickly that it had been his voice shouting her name in the bubble.

She gasps, bolting upright, and does her best to recover her breathing. Ford doges out of the way to avoid smacking heads, but stays right where he is beside her, rubbing soothing little circles into her back.

Her throat hurts. She must’ve been shouting in her sleep. She wants to cry, but she can’t even do that right, because  the moment a sob tries to escape her throat her chest feels like it’s closing up, and she can’t take a breath anymore, no matter how much air she inhales.

“It’s okay,” Ford whispers to her. “Deep breaths”

Mabel shakes her head. “I…I can’t”

“Yes you can,” he replies, firmly but kindly. He scooches closer to her, slowly as not to re-startle her. “Mabel, look at me”

She does. His eyes are so soft, conveying so many grounding, human emotions that the single moment of eye contact alone is almost enough to completely ground her back to reality. “You’re okay,” he murmurs, once she’s finally able to maintain eye contact without her eyes trembling. “You’re awake, I promise” he offers his hands out to her. “Reach out and squeeze my hands if you need to, but I promise that I really am right here”

Mabel reaches out and takes his hands in her own. They’re so much bigger than hers, and they’re rough with calluses and there’s quill ink stuck under his nails, but they’re so comfortably the hands of her great uncle, all the way down to the extra sixth finger on each hand that the sob stuck in her throat finally breaks its way through. He’s not just another illusion, he’s not a perfect copy that Bill sent to keep her complacent, he’s just…Grunkle Ford.

Mabel throws herself into his arms as her sobs overwhelm her small body. She buries her face into the collar of his turtleneck, and forces her eyes to focus on a little loose strand sticking out at the back of his neck. It’s just a tiny little imperfect detail that could easily be snipped or sewn back into place, but a little imperfection like that to let her know she’s home is more comforting than she’s willing to admit.

Ford wraps his arms around her and holds her closely. He gently runs a hand through her hair, whispering I know and it’s okay over and over again into her hair, and she just buries her whole face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of coffee and ash and ink coming from his sweater like it’s a lifeline.

She stays in his embrace until her sobs finally calm, and they pull away gently. She wipes at her nose with her wrist.

“I’m sorry”

Ford shakes his head. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for, dear. I know firsthand just how awful it feels to suffer through a panic attack alone”.

Alone?

She glances to the other side of the bedroom, and finds Dipper’s bed empty. Her heart drops to her stomach. “Wh-where’s..?” she starts, but Ford places a gentle hand on her shoulder before she can finish that train of thought.

“Dipper’s okay, he’s outside with Soos”

“Grunkle Stan?”

“He ran out to the store, but he’s okay too”  

Mabel buries her face into her hands. “You didn’t…come in here because you could hear me from downstairs, did you?”

Ford shakes his head, a fond smile itching to spread across his face. “I came upstairs when I’d heard you were still asleep and didn’t want my favorite niece to miss out on such a beautiful morning,” he pauses, the smile on his face vanishing just as quickly as it had appeared. “But then when I came in to wake you up, you looked like you were having a panic attack in your sleep, and…” his voice trails off. “You started…crying out names.” He winds a protective arm around her shoulder, and gently squeezes her arm. “I’d never want to make you recount something so awful, but if you want to talk about it, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon”

Mabel sighs. It isn’t even close to being the first dream she’s had about the bubble, so she should be used to all of these strange feelings by now. But this particular dream felt the most based in reality, and it’s the first time Bill’s actually shown up and threatened to hurt her to her face.

She returns his gesture, winding an arm around Ford’s back and giving his arm a gentle squeeze. She scooches just a tiny bit closer to him and rests her head on his shoulder. “I…” she begins, squeezing her eyes shut to brace herself. “I was trapped in Mabeland again. Except it wasn’t like all the other times I’ve had nightmares about it where I knew something was off and I hit the ground running as soon as I realized where I was, it was more like…I felt like I’d always been there.”

With her free hand, Mabel brings the collar of her sweater all the way up to her nose. Anything to distract her from her uncle’s worried expression burning into her. “It was like everything we did last summer was for nothing. I woke up in my bed in the castle, and everyone was acting like it was peachy keen. I tried asking someone about where Dipper was, just for some sense of normalcy, but all that did was summon that dumb clone Mabeland created of him so I wouldn’t get too lonely. I know it’s dumb, but the whole thing just felt…too real. Like I was still stuck there, and the apocalypse was still going on out here, and the whole rescue mission was just a sick dream that Bill put in my head to trick me into believing everything was okay”

Mabel squishes her face into Ford’s sweater and just forces herself to focus on his scent, on the soft material of his sweater, on the gentle pattern of his breathing. “Everything was ripped away from me, Grunkle Ford, and I couldn’t do a thing about it. I tried speaking up for myself, but that only made things worse, because Bill showed up, and he-”

She’s suddenly painfully aware that she’s trembling again, and can’t help the tears building in her eyes. She tries burying her face even further into Ford’s sweater to collect herself and keep going, but before she can she feels Ford’s hand at the back of her head, gently holding her in place as she cries.

“It’s okay,” he tells her, his voice a soothing presence among her racing thoughts. “You don’t have to keep going.” He’s back to gently petting her hair, and the gesture is consistent and familiar enough to ease Mabel’s crying. “I’m so sorry that you’re still having nightmares about this”.

“It’s okay,” she sniffles, and finally finds the strength to pull herself away from his sweater. “It’s not your fault”, she says, and her eyes drop to the hardwood floor of her bedroom. “I’m just so scared, Grunkle Ford.” She grips onto the edges of her skirt. “I know that I shouldn’t be, because I know Bill’s been gone for a year and I know everything’s okay now, but I just can’t help but feel that everything’s not.”

Ford nods solemnly, and for a moment he doesn’t respond, until he shifts in his sitting position so he’s facing directly towards Mabel rather than beside her. “Mabel, may I show you something?”

Mabel blinks, her head tilting slightly in confusion. “Sure, Grunkle Ford, what is it?”

Ford rolls the sleeves of his turtleneck up to his elbows. His wrists are covered in faded white slits, and the rest of his arms are covered in burn scars, scratches, gashes, and decades-old bruises that never healed properly. Some of them are still red and blistering, and others look so faded that she could just as easily mistake them for birthmarks.

It hurts Mabel’s heart just to look at them. Her hands hover cautiously over them, and she glances at the wonderful great uncle that they’re attached to. “C-can I…?”

He nods. “Sure.”

Mabel gently runs her fingers along each of them so lightly that it’s almost as if she isn’t touching them at all. She knows that he’d been hurt in the past, and she knows that it couldn’t have been easy roughing it out in the multiverse for thirty consecutive years, but it breaks her heart to see the evidence of it all up close.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Ford sighs, cutting into her thoughts. “But most of these don’t come from the portal” he pauses to rub at the back of his head. “Or, rather, they do, but not in the way that you probably think”

Mabel pauses. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…sometime after Bill betrayed my trust, but before I was able to get the metal plate in my head to keep him out, he’d take advantage of our deal that let him into my mind whenever he pleased,” he taps at his forehead. “He was furious that I shut down the portal, so any time I fell asleep he’d use the opportunity to hurt me as much as he could. He never wanted to kill me because he was convinced I’d change my mind in due time, but he felt the need to torture me so I’d never act against him again. He’d slit my wrists, he’d burn me, he’d do just about everything he could to make sure I could feel the repercussions of his actions when I woke up.” He rubs awkwardly at the back of his head. “Thankfully he was never able to break a bone before I woke up in time to stop him, but…” he trails off, and for the briefest of moments he looks as though he’s lost in thought.

“I’m getting ahead of myself,” Ford blushes, snapping himself from his own thoughts before Mabel has any time to ask if he’s okay. “The point is,” he says, “Just because you know he’s gone now doesn’t mean that he never hurt you. Your nightmares are your scars, and they’re just as real as the scars under my sweater.”

Mabel wants to respond with a proper thank you, because she’s genuinely touched by the validation, but there’s a part of her that just can’t move past all the gashes and scars on Ford’s arms. She knows she’s seen similar cuts elsewhere, maybe not nearly as dire, but she knows in the back of her mind that’s just because she was just barely able to stop them from becoming much, much worse.

“I don’t think it’s just the nightmares” she mumbles, just barely loud enough for Ford to hear.

“Hmm?” Ford hums. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Mabel runs two fingers gently around the white scars on Ford’s wrist. “I don’t think it’s just that he hurt me, I think it’s that he hurt a lot of people that I love, too.” She shakes her head. “I know there isn’t a lot I could’ve done to prevent it, but…I was so oblivious to it, Grunkle Ford. I had no idea he was hurting so many people until it was almost too late”.

She keeps rubbing gentle circles into his wrist, like she can make the scars and all of the memories of the pain he went through vanish into thin air with her loving touch alone. “Dipper’s got these scars too. I know he’s okay now, but…” the sigh that escapes her is broken and shaky. “I know that much worse things could’ve happened to him, too”.

Ford frowns. “He…did tell me about being possessed, yes. But he also told me that he couldn’t have gotten his body back without your help. Bill’s a master at trickery, Mabel, it’s not your fault you couldn’t recognize him in Dipper’s body”.

…But she also knows that the reason Dipper was possessed in the first place is because he was up all night trying to crack a code that she told him she’d help him with, and she also knows that if she found out that it wasn’t Dipper controlling his body until it was too late, then…

“He wrote a letter”

The words slip out of her mouth before she can stop herself, and she slaps her hand over her mouth, tears building in her eyes again.

“Who did?” The soft smile slips off of Ford’s face. “Dipper?”

Mabel shakes her head. “Bill wrote a letter when he was still in possession of Dipper’s body. I’ve never shown it to Dipper before because I didn’t wanna freak him out, but I just…couldn’t bring myself to throw it away, because I was so afraid that if I did, Bill was going to find out, and wait until the moment my back was turned so he could…” her voice trails off, and she can’t finish the sentence no matter how badly she needs to get it off of her chest.

“Mabel?” Ford asks, his voice dripping with worry.

She shakes her head, and hops down from her bed to reach underneath. She grabs a seemingly useless crumped up piece of paper, and carefully unfolds it and pats down all the wrinkles before she offers it to Ford. “Before he could do this,” she replies, her voice barely rising above a whisper.

Ford takes the letter from her, and Mabel takes her seat back on the bed beside him. All she can bring herself to do is just watch as Ford’s expression becomes more and more horrified as he reads further down the letter, and the hurt in his eyes when he looks into hers when he finishes reading is palpable.

“I’m scared, Grunkle Ford” she repeats, her mouth continuing to speak before her brain can stop her. “I know Bill’s gone for good, but how can I be so sure that everything’s okay when I know that this is what he could’ve done to my brother?”

For a few painfully short moments Ford says nothing. Mabel’s sure he’s at a loss of words, or that it was a mistake showing him the letter because he’s freaking out now too, but much to her surprise  Ford’s next move is pulling her into his arms again and hugging her so tightly it’s as if he never wants to let go again.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs into her hair, but doesn’t give her enough time to respond before he keeps going. “Mabel, I’m so sorry you’ve been burdened with this. You’re the last person I would ever wish to feel so unsafe that you can’t even trust the quiet moments.”

His breathing sounds broken and shaky, but if he’s tearing up at all he’s doing a really good job at hiding it.  “You don’t deserve any of this. You’re too young to feel like you have any responsibilities over anyone’s life or death. I’m so sorry that he made you feel this way”

She knows he’s not the kind of person to use his words carelessly. She knows that he’s phrasing it this way because he recognizes his own behavior in her. She doesn’t respond verbally, but she reciprocates the hug best she can, and a heavy sigh escapes Ford when she does. They stay there in silence for a few short minutes, just reveling in the comfort and safety of the other’s arms.

When they finally pull away, Ford seems to have gathered his composure again.

“I promise, Mabel” he takes one of her hands into his own. “I promise you that he’s gone. He can never hurt you or me or Dipper or Stan ever again. It doesn’t mean he hasn’t, and it doesn’t mean that recovering from that sort of pain will be easy, but if there’s anything I know for sure, it’s that he’s never showing his face here again”.

Mabel finally crumbles in his arms. She’s sobbing again, but it’s a cathartic kind of sob, and she’s gripping onto Ford’s shoulders like he’s the only thing keeping her together.

“And even if he does, I know just the grappling hook to scare him away”.

Between her sobs, Mabel can’t help but giggle.

[20moonchild21]

𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 [𝗯𝘁𝘀]

⇉ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 3

[Pairing]

Jungkook x female!oc, bunny!JK x human!oc

[Warnings]

mentiones of abuse, abuse, traumatized JK, humiliating, breakdowns, past sexual harassment, mentiones of violence, violence

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4.6k

[author]

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[chapter 2 ||| chapter 4]

It had been six days, since the girl had found him inside the dark alley way. Six days since she had taken him in with her, and six days since his world had been turned upside down.

Everything he had ever learned in his life, from which he thought they were right and normal, suddenly seemed to be so wrong and cruel. He wasn’t stupid. Of course, in his past he also had wondered if there was a life for him, in which could just be him.

Bred in a laboratory near Seoul, the capital of South Korea, he was soon adopted by a rich couple from New York who were looking for a rare bunny Hybrid. His younger him was so excited to finally be adopted and have a family, instead of some scary people in white coats.

God, had he been wrong.

He was nothing more than a pet for their pleasure. In every way.

A shiver ran down his spine, when he thought about the times the man had run his hands over his sensitive ears, pressing and twisting them. Or when his hands had gone down over his back and into his pants, so he could pull the soft fur of the boy’s fluffy tail. Sometimes, his hands had gone even further down, pinching or slapping his butt cheeks.

The boy felt his cheeks redden at this memory.

At first, he had thought it was an accident. He had made sure to leave some space between the man and him, or wriggle himself out of the man’s grip. Little had he known that he had made things worse by that.

He had gotten many punishments. Some of them were okay for him. They would made him clean the house or the laundry, and sometimes they had would lock him up in the small chamber next to kitchen without some food or drinks for several hours.

This had been some of the harmless punishments.

If he had been really bad, they would made him take of all his clothes, serving either them or their friends as they were over. Other days, they would punched him with this heavy belt or with a bat.

His eyes swelled with tears at this memories. He had always thought that he deserved all of this. He thought it was normal for Hybrids to be subordinated to human. He thought that every time he got a punishment, it had been his fault because he was such a bad Hybrid.

How could he had been so wrong?

Since the girl had taken him in with her, there had been no point where he had felt the urged to hide himself from her. Not even when he accidently dropped the whole package of flour over himself and the floor, while trying to put it up into the top shelf.

The kitchen had stayed silence for a few seconds, before she broke out into the most beautiful laugher he had ever heard. It was not played or evil or meant to hurt him. It was a real, clear laugher, about a funny situation.

He felt himself warming more and more up with every day, getting more and more comfortable while being around the human girl. He also loved the apartment she lived in.

It definitely wasn’t as big as the former house he had lived in. The apartment was small, but he loved anything about it. He loved the soft sofa that was placed in the middle of the living room that was so soft and warms with all its cushions and blankets to wrap oneself in.

He loved the small kitchen that would send out the mouth-watering smell of food every evening.

He loved the white hallway with the photo framed wall that he loved to look at when he was bored, because every time he discovered a new detail of them. Like two day ago, when he looked at the picture of Hope and the older women and suddenly realized that they actually have exactly the same smile.

He loved his own room with the big, soft bed in the middle, on which he loved to lay and read a book when Hope was busy. He had often wondered when she knocked on the door, but she had told him that this room was his private territory, and no one was allowed to enter if he didn’t want to.

Together, him and Hope even had created some kind of a daily routine.

In the mornings after he would wake up around 7.30 am. he would wait for Hope to be done showering. When she was done, she would leave the bathroom for him to go his routine, while starting to prepare the breakfast.

In the bathroom, he would take a quick shower, brush his teeth and hair and change into some new clothes.

Then, he and Hope had some breakfast together, before they both made the dished and he helped her to clean the table. After the dishes were done, Hope would sit down on the same kitchen table, writing something into her laptop, which she said was very important for her university graduation.

He often was a little bit sad that they couldn’t talk to each other while she was working on her essay, but he still tried to be as quiet as possible.

He then would either try to read one of the books standing in her bookshelf, try to sleep or he would watch some TV with the minimum of volume. But yesterday, he had found something more interesting to occupy himself with.

In the corner of the living room, he had spotted Hope’s old guitar. He was so curious that he had carefully asked her about it, and she immediately showed him how to use it. She said that she hadn’t played it in years, because she was too busy with university. But when she had pulled some strings of the wooden instrument, she created such a beautiful melody and Jungkook thought that it sounded absolutely amazing.

She even said, that him practicing the guitar, would not be bothering her while she wrote her terms. So, he tried to play the instrument while she worked. She had showed him how to google for tutorials on YouTube. At first, he was sceptical when the human in the TV screen began to talk to him, but soon, he had realized that he wasn’t actually talking to him, but for everyone who clicked on the video.

Sometimes, he would catch himself how he watched the girl working at the table. He would just stare at how she cringed her nose while her fingers slide over the keyboard, how she chewed on her lips as she read through the thick book, or how her tongue would stick out of her mouth when she was concentration really hard.

Beside the wife of his owner, he had never seen a human girl before. He only had seen some visitors of his owner, with all their make-up, pushed up breasts, heavy perfume and fake laughers. He never had thought at one of them to be beautiful, but Hope was.

He found out that she actually was a year younger than him, but her personality seemed to be much older than his. She never wore too revealing clothes or heavy make-up, nor did she ever covered her scent with perfume.

When he noticed how creepy he would stare at her, deeply absorbed in his thoughts, he would turn his attention back to whatever he had been doing before spacing out.

Once she would be done, usually around noon, they would both go into the kitchen and bake a cake together, that would be eaten in the afternoon. While waiting for the cake to be done in the oven, they would sit on the soft couch and talk about random things.

Jungkook had to admit that talking to the girl was one of his favourite things to do each day. Not only because she was a really funny person, or because her voice was so smooth and soft, but also because she actually talked and listened to him.

In the beginning, he sometimes had hesitated, not wanting to speak too much. But by now, he wasn’t afraid of talking too much and being punished for it. He just could talk as much as he wanted without being stopped.

Hope had told him some stories from her childhood and live. He listened to every detail carefully, wanting to give her the same attention she giving him all the time. She would tell him stories about different items in the house, and she even explained him the photos on the wall next to his room when he had asked about them.

Now he knew that the older women was her mom, who had sadly died a few year ago during a car accident. He felt sorry for her when he saw a tear leaving her eye and for a short moment, he had thought about hugging her. But only for a second. The pain and fear were still bounded too deep onto his bones.

The younger people next to her were her best friend from High School. He didn’t miss the sad tone, as she told him that they hadn’t had talked recently, because every one of them was busy with university and their own lives.

She had also told him about her college life. From what she told him, he assumed that she must be really smart.

But he was even more amazed when she told him about her future plans. Hope wanted to be a lawyer for Hybrid rights, because she thought that they deserve more rights than they have now. She thought that they should be equal to human and that she wanted to give them a voice by standing up for their rights.

He couldn’t believe that she actually was fighting for Hybrids to have all the same rights than human have.

He imagined himself and how he would leave the house to go to work every morning, like every human did each day. He imagines himself and how he would go shopping all by himself, or how he would just walk around the park whenever he wanted to. It must be great to fell that free.

When they would be done eating their cake in the afternoon, Hope would always clean up the apartment a little bit. She said that she didn’t want the house to be sterile, but she wanted it to be tidy. She would use the vacuum to clean up the floor in every room, while Jungkook cleaned up the kitchen from when they had baked.

In the evenings, they would both prepare their diner, before eating it together, making the dishes and watch some more TV, until they both were tired. They would brush their teeth again, before changing into a pair of pyjamas and then go to sleep.

“Jungkoooook! Can you come here for a second, pleeeaaaasee!”

The Hybrid’s ears shot up high in the ear when he heard the girl’s voice coming from the living room. He quickly closed the book he was reading on his bed and laid it onto his nightstand. Slowly and a little bit scared that he had done something wrong, he walked out of his room. He carefully peeked his head around the corner, looking into the living room.

“Hey Jungkook.” The girl waved at him when she saw him standing in the hallway.

The boy gulped. Hope didn’t look mad or angry, so he assumed that he didn’t do anything wrong. Rather than mad, she looked really excited and happy as she made her way over to the couch where the boy suddenly spotted something big.

He curiously made a step further into the living room, slowly making his way up towards her. His mind was filled with questions when he saw the girl walking up to the big, brown box next to the sofa. It was much higher than the small girl, almost his hight, and printed with many different signs and…warnings?

Don’t shake. Caution, heavy package! Lift with care.

“Don’t look so scared, Jungkook.” The girl smiled at him when she saw how he hesitated to come near her. “I have a surprise for you.”

He watched as she pulled a small pocket knife out of the pocket of her jeans. She stepped closer to the package and quickly slide the sharp blade of the knife over the plastic strings that were wrapped around the big box.

“A Surprise?” He whispered in disbelieve. “For me?”

“Yes, for you, silly.” She smiled again, as she cut the last string, leaving only the tape wrapped around the box. “Now come over here. I need your help with this.”

He made two big steps until he had reached the girl and the package. Hope was already pulling at the tape trying to rip it off. He lifted his arms up to the top of the box, pulling the tape that was placed there.

His mind was still filled with questions. Never in his life had someone bought him a present, not even on his birthday. He wondered why she had decided to buy him something this big and heavy, after all, she already shared her apartment with him, and this was more than he could ever ask for. He wondered what was hiding inside the brown cardboard, but he knew that whatever it was, he would love it.

He ripped the last piece of tape off, throwing it onto the pile on the ground. The girl was already holding her knife, slicing open the brown cardboard of the box. When she was done, she laid the piece of metal onto the dining table, before turning around. Her eyes were flickering between the Hybrid and the still closed package.

“Come on. It’s for you.” She said after a few seconds of silence. “Open it.”

He was still looking at the girl with wide eyes, before he snapped out of his trance, and just pulled the brown cardboard away carefully.

He gasped and took a step back. Now standing in the middle of the living room, was a big, red sack. It was round and about his height, with a big metal chain on the top, along with some red, big gloves. He didn’t know what this was supposed to be. Never in his life had he seen something strange like this.

“Do you like it?” The girl squeaked excitedly while jumping up and down.

Did he like it? He didn’t even know what this things was used for. What was he supposed to answer? She looked so excited and happy, and the last things he wanted was to hurt her feelings.

“I – ehm…” He hesitated for a moment. “I like it?”

His answer sounded more like a question, and the girl didn’t miss that.

“You don’t know what this is, do you?” She pulled her left eyebrow up, while she watched in amusement as the boy struggled to find an answer. He was too adorable. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I will show you.”

She walked up to the red sack, standing onto her tippy-toes to reach the red gloves from the top. She pushed them into his arms and gestured for the boy to pull them over his hands.

“This is a punching bag.” She said as she walked behind the so called punching bag. “You can punch and kick it to get stronger, or when you are angry. I just thought – you once said that you think of yourself being too thin, and since you can’t go out, I thought that you would like something like that. We can hang it up in your room if you, but if you don’t want it it’s okay, then I will send it back. Come on, punch it.”

The boy stared at the red gloved that were now covering his hands, before looking up at the girl, checking whether she was serious or not. When their eyes met, she smiled and nodded at him to go on.

He carefully lifted his left hand in the air and pushed it forward. His punch was weakly, as if he was scared to hurt the bag.

The girl encouraged him to hit the bag harder this time. Insuring him that he was not hurting someone.

Jungkook lifted both of his hands this time, like he was actually preparing to fight someone. He threw another punch at the bag, which was much harder this time. Then he threw another one with the other hand.

Something inside him had just been woken up, and he was surprises by the power behind his punches. Before he had come to Hope, he was thin and weak, almost too weak to hold himself on his own legs.

Though he had gained some more weight over the last 7 days, he still was not happy with is body statue. He didn’t want to seem weak anymore. He wanted to be strong and powerful, so he could protect himself so he would never had to fear some human ever again in his life.

Being roommate with the small girl, he had recently developed the primal urge to also want to protect the female from all intruders and dangers coming from outside. So this punching bag could be a good chance to actually gain some muscles.

Over and over again, he punched the bag harder and harder, until the girl, who was still steadying the heavy sack, stooped him.

“Okay, okay!” She laughed, and immediately, Jungkook stopped. “I think it is better to hang it up in your room, or else you will punch me around the room. Come on, help me carrying it.”

Together, they carried the bag into the Hybrid’s room. The girl also brought a hammer and a hook for hanging up the punching bag onto the ceiling. The boy watched in amazement, as she climbed up onto a chair and bringing the hook into the ceiling all by herself.

When she was done, he helped her to lift up the bag and hang it up onto the hook. Proudly, she stepped off of the chair and rubbed her hands.

“Do you like it?” She asked again, this time more referring to the position they had hung up the red bag.

“Yes. I like it very much.” He just whispered, not knowing how to thank her appropriated. “Thank you…Hope. Thank you so much.”

They looked for another seconds at each other, before she said that she had to do some more work. She was about to leave, when she suddenly turned back.

“I forgot something.” She spoke more to herself, as she ran out of the room, leaving the confused boy behind. She came back a few minutes later, holding something black in her hands. “I actually have another surprise for you. Well…it’s not actually a surprise but more like a recommendation from me to you.”

She walked back inside the room, making her way up towards his bed. She asked him if she could sat down and he nodded, taking a seat next to her. Jungkook could sense her racing heartbeat and her nervousness. She lifted the black object and placed it on his lap carefully.

“This is a notebook. I – I know that you have been through some tough times, and it’s okay that you don’t want to talk about it with me. But if you ever feel like you need to get something off of you mind, you can just write it in here. Believe me, it helps very much to organized one’s mind into a notebook. I used one for myself when I was younger and didn’t want to talk to someone. So – here.”

Carefully, she lifted her hand and laid it on his for a moment. She knew that he was still afraid when it came to physical affection, but she just needed him to know that she cared.

Jungkook just stared at the notebook and then at her hand that was covering his. His cheeks blushed slightly when he realized that they were actually touching. But somehow, he didn’t feel the urge to pull away.

“The Simpsons, again?” The girl groaned and threw her head backwards, closing her eyes. “Don’t you ever get tired of it?”

When she opened her eyes again, she immediately was confronted with those big, brown orbs staring into hers. How could she say no? She sighed loudly, while pressing the right button onto the remote.

“Your play wasn’t fair.” She muttered, as she bent over and snatched the bowl of popcorn out of the Hybrid’s hands.

This day had been more then exhausting for the girl, but also a day of many happy occasion. First of all, she had finally finished the majority of her paper terms. It wasn’t perfect yet, but being done so early she had plenty of time for working on the details.

Jungkook wasn’t so pleased when she had worked twice as long for finishing her terms, meaning that he had to bridge twice as much time alone. He had tried a few times to convince her stop working for today, but when he realized that she wouldn’t go after his demand, he just pouted and went to his own room.

Hope had noticed the process Jungkook had made over the past two weeks which made her extremely proud.

Not only mentally, he became much more confident, but also physically. Since the day she bought him his punching back, he had been practicing almost every day. She would hear the dull tones of his gloves hitting the bag, while she would sit in front of her laptop in the dining room.

His skin and body looked much healthier, now. With his cheeks red and more plump, and with his shoulder and arms that seemed to get much and much broader every day, there was nothing left from the shy, injured boy from two weeks ago.

She had also noticed, that he actually wasn’t too averse to physical affection as she had thought. She thought that she had crossed a border when she touched his hands without his permission a few day before, but since then, he only seemed to trust her more.

He wouldn’t pull his hands away anymore, when their hands accidently touched. He also wouldn’t sit on the couch as far away from her as possible, instead, he even agreed to share the same blanket two nights ago.

He also had taken in her recommendation when she had given him the notebook. She sometimes watched him as he was bent over the small book, writing something in with fast and hectic movements. Sometimes, she wondered if he was actually writing, or if he was just sketching some pictures or signs. But then, he could read, so she assumed that he had learned how to write, too.

When he was done, he would just lay his pen aside, and stare at the book for several minutes, completely spaced out. She wanted to ask him what he was thinking about, but decided to not go for it. He should always have the chance to organize his thoughts without her bothering him.

The second exciting thing that had happened this day, was Jungkook accompanying her towards the grocery store. It wasn’t planned at all, but lately he had asked her more often if there was a chance that he could leave the apartment. At least one time.

Lucky for him, he had a short fluffy tail that was normal hidden by his shorts, and his ears could be easily covered by a beanie. He had looked like a normal, healthy and happy young man, when he had strolled behind her through the hallways of shelves.

It made her even more sat that he indeed was a normal boy. He had never asked to be bred in a laboratory. He had never asked to be threatened like a slave in his own home, and he especially deserved nothing mor than to feel normal. One day – One day he would get the chance to feel normal. She would to anything in her power to give him that chance.

“We can also watch something else if – if you want.” Jungkook ripped her out of her thoughts.

He had curled up under the blanket beside her, nudging his head into the soft pillow behind him. His ears were sprawled out to one side and all over the soft cushion, as well as his deep brown hair. The day in the supermarket had really worked him out.

The boy was so focused on the TV playing his favourite cartoon, that he didn’t notice how the girl took a quick picture of his being curled up on the couch. She looked at the taken picture for a few seconds, before closing her phone and throwing into onto the couch.

A sudden idea came into her head. The boy’s birthday was coming up soon, and she was still thinking of a nice surprise for. She knew he loved all of the photos that were placed all around the apartment. He loved to look at them every morning while she worked, and he loved even more when she told him the story behind every single photo, even if she had told them to him for several times.

What if he would wake up on his birthday, leaving his room and seeing a photo of him framed and hung up onto the wall? She actually like that idea.

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked for her phone. Why did she had to throw it away so far from her? She groaned. If she wanted to memo her idea, she needed to move now. She pushed the blanket away and bent over to reach her phone.

While doing so, she accidentally pushed her hand onto the remote, that laid next to her. The TV screen went black for a moment, before popping up with a new picture.

In the middle of the screen was now a news reporter talking. Hope didn’t pay him any attention. She was still occupied with her phone, when suddenly the Hybrid next to her shot up from his lying position.

He sat straight up, his mouth slightly open and his ears high up in the ear. Like paralyzed, his wide open eyes were fixed on the screen where the report was still talking about something the girl hadn’t caught yet.

“Jungkook?” She asked quietly, but he didn’t’ move an inch. “Jungkook, are you –“

“Shhhhh!” He didn’t even looked at her, as he shushed her shut, pointing his finger wildly onto the TV screen.

“…Unfortunately, the police had not been arriving in time. Witnessers though spotted some of the rarest breeds under the illegal participant Hybrids. Among them were Asiatic lions, some Azawakh dog and even an Amur Leopard. All of these Hybrids belong to the rarest breeds of the world. Dealing or participating them in illegal fighting clubs is highly is highly punished…”

Bullshit. None of those people will ever be arrested, and this guy in the TV knew it. If illegal dealers or ZCM’s, so called ‘Zoo Club Members’ or owners who send their Hybrids to illegal fighting clubs, were caught, there was neither someone who wanted to defend the Hybrids in front of the judge, nor no one even cared to actually bring the case in front of a judge.

She turned her head over to the hybrid sitting on her couch, but she wasn’t prepared for what she saw. When he had jumped up from the couch, she thought that he got scared because of the sudden change of the TV channel, but what she saw broke her heart.

The bunny Hybrid had laid his ears flat against his head, while big tears were spilling out of his eyes. Between short sobs and gasps he whispered two words all over again.

“Jin Hyung.”

[inspirations | recommendations] ⇉ 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀!

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soft morning seggs with PW tae before they go and bond with y/ns besties and tae's besties tee-hee (also add jungkook being extra please 👉👈)

perfectly wrong | drabble [6]: when a relaxing getaway trip to a cabin with your favorite people turns into playful chaos.

word count: 2.0k

warnings: soft smut/morning sex, cussing/mature language, besties being hella cute, 100% highly recommend clicking the links

You awoke to Taehyung's soft fingers gently caressing your sides as he laid kisses along your neck. You smiled as he nuzzled his face against the nape of your neck, planting more kisses along your shoulders. His hands began to roam, going up the tshirt of his that you were wearing and giving your breast a gentle squeeze.

"Babe, what are you doing?" You asked sleepily, even though he was fully turning you on with his touch.

"You, in a minute." He says softly in between laying kisses on your clothed back, his voice still husky from waking up. You scooted back, teasing him by pressing your ass against him, feeling his hardened member under his boxer briefs. He presses his hands against your hips, keeping you in that position before he's climbing on top of you and spreading your legs open with his own.

"Baaaabe." You giggle before he's pressing his lips against yours. You rest your hand on his cheek while he deepens the kiss, his tongue fighting with yours for dominance. You jut your hips upward, Taehyung softly letting a moan out in your mouth. He pulls away for a quick second just to help get the shirt over your head and toss it across the room. He keeps his gaze on you as he lowers his body back down, his hands quick to remove your panties and let them get lost within the sheets. You shut your eyes for a moment feeling Taehyung's skin against yours, the warmth he radiates in the early morning being just exactly what you need. He gently swipes his fingers down your folds, gently rubbing your clit as he sucks on the base of your neck. "Hmmmph." You hum in his ear, making him smile against your neck before he gently nibbles on your earlobe, causing your breathing to slightly hitch.

You almost want to plead and whine when you feel his thumb move away from your clit, but it doesn't last long when you realize his tip is about to make its entrance. Taehyung slowly dips himself into you, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back slightly arching at the contact. He lowers himself a bit further, one hand holding onto the headboard, careful not to bear all his weight on you while he begins to roll his hips slowly into you. You wrap your legs around his torso tightly, your hands gripping tightly onto his curls.

"Shit, babe." You whine, causing him to look up from your neck and shush you softly.

"Quiet, pretty lady. We're not the only ones here." He whispers as he continues to roll his hips into you and pick up his pace. You bite your bottom lip as his lips lightly graze yours, ready to lock them into another kiss and muffle your moans. His hand is still gripping the headboard tightly, the other hand gripping your hips as he quickly begins to thrust into you, careful not to make any extra noise.

"You're gonna make me cum." You whisper, Taehyung responding in a simple nod as he keeps his eyes on you while he's thrusting. You love the way he feels against you, and how his lips are kissing every part of you - the soft, sensual morning sex with the sun peeking through the blinds being the best way to wake up on this getaway.

"You're so beautiful." He says, dropping his head once more to lay kisses along your collarbone and to lightly toy with your nipples and breasts. Your hands are running down his back before they come back up and grip onto his shoulders, keeping him close to you as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum." You repeat, Taehyung softly groaning by your ear as you hold each other tightly. Two more rolls of his hips is what it takes to send you over the edge, your body arching upwards as he holds you closely, allowing you to tremble lightly in his arms. Your walls constricting around his hardened member is what does it for him, his head nuzzled back down into your neck muffling his groan as he reaches his orgasm right after you, slowly thrusting to help ride out the highs.

"Goodmorning, love." He says, chuckling and kissing your jawline before plopping next to you and grabbing the wipes on the nightstand to clean up.

"Morning." You smile as you pull the sheets up, too lazy to find your shirt or your panties.

"GOODMORNING PARTY PEOPLE! RIIISE AND SHINEEEE!" Jungkook sings in Kylie Jenner's tone as he's roaming down the hall, obnoxiously knocking on the doors, opening and closing what you assume is Hobi's door, and jiggling the other doorknobs. "Hey lovebirds, breakfast is ready!" Him jiggling the doorknob causes it to slightly open ajar, Jungkook's doe eyes peeking in.

"Fuck, Kook! Close the door!" You yell as you make sure the sheets are pulled over you, Taehyung laughing in bed next to you.

"Ew." Jungkook laughs as he shuts the door. You flip the covers over your head and glare at Taehyung.

"You didn't think to lock the door when you came in last night, Taehyung?" He laughed.

"I forgot?"

"Ugh." You groan as you remove your naked body from the sheets, picking up your panties that flew out from the sheets and his shirt.

"Where are you going, baby?"

"To wash up, without you." He chuckles as he watch you prance into the restroom and shut the door. You, your friends, Taehyung, Jimin and Namjoon had rented out a cabin in front of a lake up north, just to bbq, swim and fool around. You all had arrived last night, Jin and his friends already occupying the cabin next door. The first thing you guys do?

Throw a fucking rager!

Says Jungkook with his drunk ass. In which, to an extent, it was. You all got pretty fucking drunk, taking lights and darks to the neck with Yoongi taking out the turntables. You had never thrown your ass back on your man so much in your life. So, you don't even know how he's up, cooking breakfast for the cabin the way he is. You don't even know how this morning happened with the fuckery that went down last night. But whatever, who's to complain right? You woke up to good morning sex and food ready. You and the rest of the group are groggily making your way down the steps, all dressed for a nice day spent outside at the lake. The first people you see downstairs are Jin and Jungkook, which you don't even know where the fuck Jin came from because he's supposed to be deadass asleep in the cabin next door with the way he drank last night too, damn near dry heaving and pulling himself together by the lake. Then, you see Yoongi sprawled out on the couch, upside down almost, scrolling through his phone.

"Y/N and Tae had a good start to their morning." Jungkook snickered, making Jin laugh out loud and Taehyung wiggle his eyebrows. You threw the half-full water bottle on the table at him, causing him to dodge it.

"Shut up, Kook." Kook makes a face before he spins in front of you and hands you a plate full of food.

"I don't know if that's how you talk to your best friend who cooked you food this morning."

"Correction - I cooked the food." Yoongi chimes in, now fully upside down on the couch.

"Hey! I helped!"

"Helped crack the eggs into the bowl before you ran off and started yelling in the cabin."

"Either way, thanks for breakfast. I'm hungry and hungover as fuck." Namjoon groans as he sits at the table and starts getting himself a plate, along with Jimin and Hobi. Once you all had gotten grub to buy yourselves enough energy to chill at the lake, everyone makes their way outside. You see Jungkook pulling out a huge tub of water balloons already pumped and ready to be thrown, with Taehyung strapping on a water gun as him and Hobi are already going at it, chasing each other and wetting each other as much as possible. You're so distracted by how cute Tae and Hobi look together that you don't even realize Jungkook coming near you with a water balloon.

"Don't you dare, Jeon Jungkook."

"Or what?" He smirks before his expression turns into Anpanman's. Suddenly, you feel a balloon burst on top of your head, water completely drenching you from the head down. You turn to see Jin yelling and running away to his friends, with Jungkook proceeding to throw the water balloon in his hand at your back.

"KOOK!" You groan as you grab a balloon, but then you realize what the fuck? Jungkook is probably halfway home with how fast he fucking runs, there's no goddamn way you're going after that boy.

"You rrrrrrrang?" He rolled his r's with a smirk near the back patio of Jin's cabin. He started to dance in his position, rolling his hips and doing this weird robotic shit before he realizes Namjoon is after him with his own belt of balloons. You turn to see Jimin completely sandwiched by Hobi and Taehyung, his water gun barely being put to use since they had bombarded him with balloons and are now attempting to get it down his shirt. Yoongi, on the other hand, is playing no part in this and is floating on a tube near the shore of the lake. You decide to toss a balloon at him, hitting him right on the side of his face.

"Oh shit!" You yell as you burst into laughter with Joon and Kook next to you. "I'm so sorry, Yoongs!"

"The fuck, Y/N!" He groaned, almost falling out of this position on the tube. "After all the shit I've done for you!" You continue to laugh until you feel Taehyung wrap his arms around you, not knowing you were their next victim.

"I'm sorry, baby. Just remember that I love you." He says while laughing, holding you tightly while Hobi drenches you with his water gun and Jimin pops a balloon over your head. The chase continues on for awhile until there are no more balloons left and the guns have worn out, literally - broken pieces and everything from the boys rough housing. It turned into a rather competitive game of hide and seek with you all counting your blessings and hoping you aim perfectly at your specific target without getting caught. As the afternoon goes on, things die down a bit, everyone dipping themselves [or flipping/throwing themselves, ahem Jungkook and Jin's attempts] into the lake at some point before returning to sit by the bonfire Jimin had created with Tae. The boys are playing music through the bluetooth speaker, dancing around and singing along while making s'mores. Things don't completely settle until the sun starts to set. Bbq is being set up in between the two cabins, boys chiming in to help whenever needed, but the food gets served rather quickly. You all get a good grub in, in dire need of energy after today's festivities.

As you all are making your way back inside the cabin, you all decide you're going to wash up and shower before turning on a scary movie to watch. You make your way upstairs first as Taehyung and Jungkook are dancing along to Namjoon's beatboxing and attempting to rap. Once you were done showering, Taehyung takes his turn, the rest of the crew also doing what they need to do before the movie. They decide to watch Hereditary for God knows why, being that you're all damn near in the middle of nowhere in a cabin, but no one objects. Bowls of popcorn are being made, you and Taehyung snuggling on one corner of the couch under a blanket, with Hobi in the middle and Yoongi on the other end. Jungkook takes the loveseat, while Jimin situates himself on the floor near you and Taehyung's feet, Namjoon lying down on his stomach on the floor.

"Ah!" Jungkook screams as he shuts the lights off, causing you to jerk in your spot and Hobi to scream back but completely out of fear.

"You're an idiot." You yell, glaring at him as the movie begins.

"I was just testing you guys." He laughs, his bunny teeth piercing his bottom lip.

[butgilinsky]

you don’t understand, poppet // dm

warning; language i think? 

summary; being severus snape’s daughter makes your time at hogwarts just slightly difficult 

word count; 5.8k+

draco x snape!reader, dad!snape x daughter!reader

this doesn’t follow the harry potter timeline!

you don’t remember how exactly you ended up here, sneaking out of draco malfoy’s room at a despicably late hour, trying to flatten your hair while making sure that your sweater was put on the right way. 

it was one thing to sneak in and out of draco malfoy’s room every once in a while, but this had been the third time this week, and it didn’t help that it was starting to get harder to sneak out so often. 

the two of you had been sneaking around for longer than you could recall at this point. you hadn’t kept track, too busy tripping over yourself when you saw the blond boy smile at you from across the room. despite the two of you being a secret from everybody in the school, it was hard not to pick up on the longing gazes and the giggles that neither of you could hold back when the other was put under a microscope. 

you hadn’t always been the best friends with draco malfoy, but you couldn’t deny the fact that the slytherin boy had taken your heart in his hands with little to no effort. if it were completely up to you, with no complications sitting in the forefront of your mind, you would’ve announced to the entirety of the school about you relationship status with draco long ago. 

though, that proved to be anything but an option, given that the head of slytherin house was not only a less than tolerant man, but also your father. 

it had been nothing less than expected for you to be sorted into slytherin. being severus snape’s only child, and living up to the family name, it was inevitable for you to sport silver and green during your time at hogwarts. you were well versed in potions, given that it had been your father’s area of expertise and you had nothing but an abundance of herbs and liquids lying around the house when you grew up. 

most people were never given an opportunity to see severus snape’s fatherly side. the part of him that would read you to sleep, the part of him that had him leaning over the edge of his bed to pull you up after you’d had a nightmare. nobody ever saw the side of him that was reserved entirely for you, behind closed doors and almost never on the hogwarts campus. 

they all knew him to be the hard ass professor that took away house points far more than he awarded them. the one that assigned surprise essays when someone pissed him off in class. snape wasn’t seen as the fatherly type, though you and a few of the professors at hogwarts knew that wasn’t necessarily the case. 

he was hard on you, there was no doubt about that. he had always been hard on you, ever since you were born. it was no secret to you that your parents were never in love with one another. your father’s heart belonged to someone that didn’t want it, and you had been the product of a way to forget about that. 

he didn’t show you any special treatment while you were in class, or if you stepped out of line, but you preferred it to be that way. you hated your first few years at hogwarts, since it had mainly consisted of your housemates blowing you off as the favorite of the house by default. that, along with the few times that you found out kids were spending time to get into your father’s good graces. 

you had quickly isolated yourself, sticking your nose up at the kids in your house, and ignored by kids from other houses. it had taken you three years to allow yourself to slip into a steady friend group, guarding yourself from more people than you initially intended. 

and now here you were, trying to tip toe down the hall back to your room where you’d have to sneak into your room as quietly as you possibly could. you made the mistake of thinking you had made it safe and sound by the time you reached your door once, but your roommate had run off to your father the next morning and told him that you had been out after hours. 

that wasn’t a fun conversation to have at seven in the morning. 

you were surprised to see draco on the other side of your door early the next morning, knocking with a grin plastered onto his lips. your disheveled hair and narrowed eyes allowed him to know that you had just pulled yourself out of bed, completely forgetting about the quidditch match that you had promised to attend. slytherin wasn’t playing this morning, so most of your house would be sleeping in as late as possible. 

it took you all of ten minutes to get ready, throwing on an old sweat shirt that was very much not yours, though you weren’t sure who the rightful owner was. draco wasn’t going to tell you that it was his, one you had stolen from him a few months back when crabbe had spilled pompion potion down the back of your robes. 

you hadn’t even made it out of the hallway before you almost ran into your father, who stood tall and rigid in the middle of the hallway, eyes void of emotion as he looked between you and draco. 

“where are you two off to?” you rolled your eyes, stepping around your father and continuing your path out to the front of the building. 

“to the quidditch game. care to join us?” you pushed a smile forward, cocking your head to the side as you and your father had a silent argument. 

he had been suspicious about your behavior for a few weeks now. he’d caught you out in the halls after hours several times, though you were always quick to whip up a believable lie. that is one thing he wished you hadn’t inherited from him; the ability to be sneaky. you were. good liar, and he was to thank for that.

he shook his head slowly, lingering his gaze on draco for just a moment before you were gripping the boy’s elbow and tugging him in the direction of the pitch.

you sat beside draco during the game, not being able to ignore your father’s burning gaze on you practically the whole time. draco noticed the heavy gaze on the two of you as well, restraining himself from reaching out and showing you any form of physical affection.

the two of you had to do everything in secret. if anybody found out, your father would find out, and that was the last thing either of you wanted. 

your father liked draco, sure. he was the stereotypical slytherin student at hogwarts, which was bound to bring the two of them together. he sucked up to the right people at the right time, and wasn’t falling over himself at the sight of harry potter like most of the school usually did. 

but it didn’t matter how much your father liked draco. at the end of the day, you had his voice ringing in your ears, reminding you that you were, in his words, “far too young to be making decisions that will dictate the rest of your life’. you always rolled your eyes when he repeated the phrase you’d heard from a very young age, but now it was dictating just how you truly lived your life. 

you were close to being caught one afternoon, pinned between draco’s frame and a wall with his lips latched onto your neck. if it wasn’t for your keen hearing and the faintest clicking of shoes, you might have exposed your hidden relationship. but you were able to push draco off of you just in time, running around the opposite corner of the hall and leaving the flustered blond to be found by your father, all alone in the middle of the hall.

then there was the time you were late for class, your tie ever so slightly loosened and crooked. you were panting softly, though it was assumed that was from rushing down the hall to get to class. this is a time when most of the class expected you to receive special treatment, barely receiving the bat of an eye for being late to your own father’s class.

that assumption was wrong.

“late, miss snape?” you felt your breath catch itself in the back of your throat, nerves building up at the tone used to address you.

“sorry, professor, i was-“

“ten points will be deducted from slytherin.” you felt your shoulders sink when the slytherin portion of the room groaned at their entire house being punished from your mistake. “take your seat now.” 

you slid into your seat, catching a glimpse of draco’s gaze for just a moment. he smirked, not half bothered by the point deduction since he knew it was because you woke up later than you had intended, having to rush back to your own room to get ready before class. you rolled your eyes, though your lips tugged up into a soft smile that had his heart thumping in his chest.

halfway through the class and you had been completely lost. you were barely following, which had been a surprise to everyone in the class, especially hermione who sat beside you. the two of you weren’t the best of friends, but you found it easier to work together since nobody had been better at potions than the two of you.

so when you poured too much lethe river water into your cauldron, you threw your head into your hands and tugged at your hair.

“struggling?” your father stood at the end of your desk, hands folded behind his back as he quirked up an eyebrow at you.

“no.” you grumbled softly, moving to grab your cauldron so you could pour it out and start again. you were beat to it, the man before you grabbing it in his own hands and pouring the contents onto your desk right in front of you.

you jumped back, trying to avoid ruining your robes with the large amount of liquid, but ultimately failing. your sudden movement and loud gasped had surely caught the attention of everyone in the room.

“papa!” your eyes were wide, filled with shock and a twinge of hurt as you stared up at him in disbelief. 

“start again.” he dropped the cauldron onto your desk and spun on the balls of his feet, eyes scanning across the room to test anyone to say something to him about his previous actions.

when everyone turned around and tucked their nose into their own books and recipes, you were left to clean up the mess with a newfound distress weighing in your chest. you had lifted your wand to clean up the mess, hoping to get rid of the liquid spilled across your desk quickly before your father was calling back to you without even sparing you a glance. 

“and don’t even think about using magic to clean your mess, miss snape.” your wrist paused, not even having time to conjure the charm before the rest of the class was looking at you, once again. 

you had gotten up to leave the class as soon as you were dismissed, ignoring the incessant calling of your name echoing between your ears. you had almost made it the entire way out of the room before you felt your feet glued to the spot, your muscles unable to move, which meant your escape was no longer possible.

the charm that your father used on you lit a fire in your chest. he hadn’t done it in years, choosing to address the problems between the two of you in different ways. the two of you played dirty when it came to fighting with one another, but gluing your feet to the ground beneath you was something that never failed to get underneath your skin. 

“y/n.” you sighed when your father stood before you, waiting for the rest of the kids to file out of the room before he allowed you to move from your spot. “what’s going on with you lately?”

“me? what’s going on with you?” his eyes softened, detecting the hurt in your voice and in your question. the two of you had never had this silent feud go on for so long. usually it was a few days at most, but you were teetering the line of a few months now, and you weren’t sure how much more embarrassment you could take.

“you’re keeping something from me.” you groaned, screwing your eyes shut as you racked your brain for another quick response. “and don’t lie.”

“it’s not a big deal, papa. it’s just not something i want to talk to you about.” you hoped it was enough, hoped you could circle around him and slip out the door without more of an interrogation.

you were wrong.

“did i do something?” you felt your shoulders fall at the question, feeling defeat creep into the back of your mind.

“no, you didn’t do anything. i promise.” you took a step towards him, allowing your arms to snake around his abdomen before squeezing gently. “i love you, papa.”

“i love you too, poppet.” his voice was soft, barely reaching your ears.

you were able to slip away then, making it halfway towards your next class before you were being tugged into an empty classroom. you were closed in between a familiar frame and the door, locking you in your place.

“close call, huh?” draco’s hand fell to your cheek, thumb softly stroking the soft skin of your cheek as his lips turned up into a smile.

“really close.” you smiled widely, eyes falling down to his lips just before they pressed against yours.

you had been sitting at dinner when you were being called into your father’s office, having to put your plate aside and excuse yourself from your conversation with draco and crabbe.

the familiar scent of peppermint filled your nose upon entry, a soft excitement bubbling in your chest when your father turned over his shoulder with a knowing look.

“cuppa?” you nodded eagerly, already feeling your tastebuds stand tall as they awaited your favorite tea.

your father always made the best peppermint tea.

you had taken a sip almost immediately after he’d set the cup in front of you, humming in delight while he circled the desk and leaned against it. he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes boring into yours as you sipped your tea.

“are you keeping something from me?” you brought the porcelain cup away from your face and narrowed your eyes.

“yes.” your eyebrows furrowed at your own voice betraying you.

“why were you late to class today?”

“i woke up late.” he narrowed his eyes at you, surprised that was truly the reason. he had expected your secret to come tumbling out by now. 

“have you been sneaking around with somebody?”

“yes.”

“who?”

“draco.” you slapped your hand over your mouth, unsure of why you were spilling out these truths until you caught sight of the small bottle that sat beside your father’s kettle. “you put veritaserum into my tea!”

“you’re right, i did. how long have you been sneaking around with malfoy?”

“a few months.” you groaned at your inability to lie to him right now. your lies had been the only thing saving you from your father’s rage for the past few months.

“were you ever planning on telling me?”

“no.”

“why not?”

“i doubt it’ll last.”

“why’s that?”

“because nobody wants to spend the rest of their life with me!”

your father stated at you then, finding himself at a loss for words. you didn’t truly believe that, did you? surely you would’ve told him that. surely you would’ve been able to realize that that isn’t true in the slightest. 

“why would you say that?”

“because it’s true.” your voice was soft now, eyes falling to your hands that were folded in your lap. 

the heavy feeling in your chest pinned you to your chair. you had never admitted these things out loud, always finding the embarrassment far more intimidating than you were willing to face. it was also common knowledge that your father wasn’t the most emotive person, keeping most of his life experience and thoughts on almost every single subject known to man, to himself. 

“poppet-”

“i don’t want to talk about it anymore, papa.” you pushed yourself to stand up from your chair, the lump forming in your throat taking all of your focus in order to swallow it. 

“y/n, just talk to me!” you shook your head, moving to wipe away the single tear that dared to roll down your cheek. 

“why? so you can tell me that i’m too young? that i don’t understand anything about life because i’ve barely scratched the surface of what life has to offer? i’m tired of hearing that. i’m tired of being told that i don’t know what’s good for me because i’m too young.” 

your cheeks were wet with tears now, your voice slightly scratchy from the strain you’ve been putting on it in the last few minutes. snape’s lips parted, his mind racing in order to try to find the words to say to you in order to make all of this better. 

“you don’t understand, poppet-”

“to hell with that, papa! i’m set to graduate soon!” 

“graduation has nothing to do with your ability to make decisions for yourself!” you froze in your spot, staring at the man who was now seething in front of you. 

his breath came out in heavy sighs, his chest rising and falling with the beat of his anger as he watched you sink in front of him. your shoulders fell, your tears cascading down your cheeks as you stood there at a loss for words. 

your mind reeled, thinking about every time he had told you something similar. within seconds, your mind was filled with your father’s voice overlapping itself, tumbling out excuse after excuse as he drilled it into your brain. he didn’t trust you to make large decisions. life changing decisions. 

“you’re merely a young girl who thinks that she knows what she wants, but you don’t. you don’t know the trials and tribulations life is going to put you through, and if you think that that little twit malfoy is going to stick by your side, then you’re wrong.” your bottom lip wobbled just before you clamped your teeth down around it so it would still. 

you looked down at your feet, allowing him to continue his lecture of how you were unfit to choose the life you were going to live. you knew how your life was meant to go, and how it would play out, more than likely. 

you would be handed off to a boy that your father saw as fit, no doubt a boy that was physically and mentally capable of caring for and protecting you. you knew that your father wanted you to be safe and respected throughout your life, but that didn’t mean he trusted you to pick who you would share your life with. 

it had been a philosophy he’d taken from his youth. he didn’t want you to experience the world that he had to endure, and although you appreciated that, you weren’t him. you weren’t going to follow his footsteps that closely, but he had tuned you out when you tried to assure him of that. 

when he stopped, words halting on the tip of his tongue while his eyes were locked onto your defeated and shaky figure, your eyes locked with his once more. you saw the flicker of guilt in them, but you also watched that flicker fleet quickly, replacing itself with the same absent look he often held. 

“it’s getting late. you should head off to bed.” you nodded once, turning on the balls of your feet to step back out into the hall, fully intending on bolting straight to your dormitory. 

“y/n!” you turned just before making it fully out of the door, turning over your shoulder to lock eyes with your father once more. “don’t even think about stopping by that boy’s dormitory on the way.” 

the tears spilling down your cheeks had been far too much for you to wipe away. it would have been useless since there had been a build up in your eyes large enough to refill an entire lake if prompted to. 

“well if it isn’t our favorite snape.” you ignored the weasley twins’ comment, walking straight past them without so much as a glance in their direction. 

you were able to dodge both of their frames, sliding between the two of them successfully. george had caught sight of your wet cheeks, but had no time to ask about them or point them out to his brother before you had turned the corner and disappeared from their sight. 

you thought you had made the cleanest getaway you were capable of, just as you were colliding into another figure, too busy staring at your feet through burred vision to notice the boy walking towards you. 

“bloody hell, love, you just about ran me over just now.” you had mumbled out an apology, turning to duck out of his way and move around him before he could see the tear track on your skin, but it had been too late. 

he had reached for your cheek out of habit, moving your head back ever so slightly with every intention of greeting you with a kiss in the middle of an empty hallway. he stopped at the damp feeling on his fingertips, and the sight of tears leaking out of your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. 

“oh, love. what’s happened?” you shook your head, reaching for his wrist to pull his hand away from you in an attempt to save yourself the embarrassment. “darling, please. who’s at fault for making my pretty girl cry like this?” 

“he knows.” you squeaked out, voice weaker than you had originally thought it to be. 

draco’s eyes widened ever so slightly, partially out of fear of how snape would eventually confront him about the newfound news, but also because he knew how much you tried to avoid this very scenario. the two of you had been as carefully as you possibly could be, and now you were in front of him, sobbing in the middle of the hallway.

“i reckon it didn’t go well.” you shook your head slowly, not being able to stop the built up of fresh tears in your eyes. “let’s get you to bed.” 

his soft voice, along with the way he wrapped his arms around you brought you a sense of needed comfort. he walked you back to your dormitory, threatening both of your roommates in order to get them out as soon as the door opened. 

they scurried out, not sure what was happening but surely making a mental note of taking this straight to snape in the early morning. you couldn’t bring yourself to care much, too focused on the sound of your father’s voice still swimming between your ears. 

you spent the night in draco’s arms, spilling every detail of the conversation between you and your father. it pained the boy to hear the quiver in your voice as you spoke, having to pause every now and again to choke out a sob in between words. he stayed by your sight for the entire night, arms wrapped around you while he listened patiently. 

he didn’t try to talk you down, or assure you that everything would be alright. he knew you hated empty promises, and truth be told, he didn’t know if it would all be okay. all he knew for sure was that he was going to fight for you if faced with the decision. 

you had developed bags under your eyes over the past few days, feeling more defeated and exhausted than you did during exams at the end of every year. your shoulders had fallen more often than not, eyes void of the glint they usually held. you only ever smile behind closed doors when draco would pull out all of his tricks to bring the very action out of you. 

the last thing you wanted to do today was to stare your boggart in the eye. 

you hadn’t been the first to go, which had been slightly uplifting, though the anxiety continued to bubble up in your chest as you waited to stand at the front of the queue. it had been comical when your father tumbled out of a wardrobe while neville stood at the front, shaking at the mere sight of your father. 

your classmates, especially those you shared a house with, had expected you to find the sight more amusing. they expected you to laugh or even crack a smile at the sight of your father in high heels and a dress, but you didn’t. you had ben too worked up about what you were about to see. what the whole class was about to see. 

“alright, miss snape. wand at the ready.” you nodded slowly, raising your wand in front of you as you anticipated the next few moments. 

you casted a glance at draco, who had already had his turn moments ago and stood just off to the side with a reassuring smile. you tried to shake the nerves from your head, but when the creature before you took the shape of your father, seemingly two feet taller than he actually stood, you felt your heart thud harshly in your chest. 

he loomed down at you, gaze as cold as it usually was and shoulders squared. his hands were folded behind his back, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as he stared at you with the utmost disappointment in his expression. 

“pathetic little poppet.” you felt your breath hitch in your throat, completely forgetting about the full room of students that stood around you, watching the entire thing as it played in real time. “a disgrace to the name i’ve so graciously awarded you.”

your lips parted, the spell sitting on the tip of your tongue, but held back by your lack of focus. you had forgotten about the assignment, forgot that there was a way to end this experience now and forever. 

“far too young and weak to make lifelong decisions. you’ve relied on me your entire life, did you think that was going to come to an end anytime soon?” you clamped your lips tightly shut as tears stung your eyes for the first time in several days. 

you hadn’t spoken to your father since the conversation in his office. you avoided his gaze in the great hall, and he avoided picking on you in class. the two of you had an unspoken agreement that you would keep your distance from one another, far too tense to try chipping away at the ice for now. 

“you’re never going to be able to-”

“riddikulus!” your head whipped around, casting a gaze across the room just in time to catch your father lowering his wand, a mortified expression displayed clearly across his face. 

the room was silent, not even professor lupin had something to say on the subject. that is, until he clapped his hands together and told everyone to grab their things and hurry out of the room. 

just before draco walked out, your father pressed a firm hand to the boy’s chest and held him in place, telling him to stay put for the time being. 

draco had been waiting for the man to call him into his office, or keep him after class one day. he had expected this lecture long ago, and was surprised it had taken this long for the head of slytherin to make that step. 

there was an uncomfortable silence that hung in the air, nobody knowing how to break the thick blanket of tension that laid over the three of you. draco didn’t think it was his place to speak first, figuring there was far more to solve between the two of you than the small role he played in it all. 

“malfoy, i’m going to say this one time and one time only.” draco nodded, his own nerves bubbling up to the surface at how much of a mess he had made for himself by falling into a relationship with severus snape’s daughter. “one step out of line with her, and i’ll make sure you never forget who you’ve messed with.”

he had expected much more. more interrogation, or threats leading up to an inescapable command to break it off with you right then and there. draco hadn’t expected him to give in so easily, not even expecting an acceptance for years to come. 

you hadn’t expected it either, not seeing a future where your father allowed you to choose these things for yourself. you were sure he’d wed you off to a man you had little to no interest in for the rest of your life. never did you imagine him to stand here and give draco his blessing, even if those weren’t the words he used. 

“yessir.” draco nodded quickly, scared that if he took too long to accept the sliver of sentiment, that it would be retracted quickly. “i would never hurt her, professor snape.”

“you say that now, boyo, but i assure you-”

“papa, please.” your voice, although soft, carried across the room and brought both of their gazes over to you. 

“you’re dismissed, malfoy.” draco sent you a questioning glance, surprised to see you nod within seconds, giving him the silent cue that it was okay to leave you alone with your father. 

when the door shut behind the blond, your father was taking steps towards you, eyes casted down at his feet as he searched for what to say to you. he knew he stepped over the line the other night, but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to admit it to you just yet. he was still having trouble accepting it himself. 

“papa-”

“just, give me a moment.” you nodded, pressing your lips together in a thin line as you waited for him to find his words. “i shouldn’t have put veritaserum in your tea. i shouldn’t have said all of those despicable things to you the other night, and i should not have told you that you can’t make decisions for yourself.”

you nodded, not knowing how to respond to a thing like this. you knew your father wasn’t one to admit when he was wrong, but there still hadn’t been an apology that you were able to accept or reject in his train of thought. 

“it was wrong of me to trick and treat you like that. i shouldn’t have done it, and it won’t happen again.” you nodded again, still keeping your lips pressed together as his eyes drooped with sorrow. “i’m sorry.” 

“i just wish you trusted me with my own life.” you were shocked by your own words, seemingly holding the weight of the word in them. 

“i do trust you, poppet. i trust you, i just,” he stopped to breath out a heavy sigh through his nose. “i fear that you’ll make the same mistakes i made when i was your age.” 

“i wont.” you shook your head carefully, taking the small step that allowed you to wrap your arms around your father’s frame. “i’ll be careful, papa. i promise.”

“i know you will.” his voice was soft as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly to his frame. “but i was serious about what i said to malfoy.”

you laughed gently into the fabric of the man’s shirt, feeling his own chest bubble with a low laugh. 

just as the two of you unravelled yourselves from each other, you turned towards the door to make a swift exit by each other’s side. however, the sight of multiple pairs of eyes peering in through the window that led into the hall had elicited a soft growl from the pit of your father’s chest. 

you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of kids scattering away from the door, leaving the same blond boy that had just been in questioning with wide, apologetic eyes. 

“i tried to get them to leave, but nobody would listen.” your father huffed, muttering a small ‘thanks’ before turning to you and telling you to make sure you weren’t late for dinner. 

when he left, leaving you and draco standing in front of one another, you let a large smile spread across your lips. draco mimicked it, allowing himself to relax at the sight of you smiling and joyful once again. just as he made a move to reach for your cheek, his hand was clamped down back by his side involuntary, and the two of you were looking down the hallway at your father. 

“i’m not going to make it that easy on you, malfoy.” 

though he had kept his promise to not make it easy, keeping a close eye on the two of you for the remainder of your time at hogwarts, he accepted the love affair between you and the blond boy. 

you were head over heels for the boy, and he for you, and even your father was capable of picking up on that. so when draco stepped up to your house one evening, two years after graduation and while you were away at work, he sat down at the table in your kitchen, your father wasn’t surprised. 

draco, despite your now lengthy relationship and his ability to develop a strong relationship with your father, was still slightly surprised to see a grin, though small, spread across the man’s lips. your father had been waiting for this, wondering when draco was going to step up to the plate and drop to one knee in front of you. 

he was there for it all, smiling and even wiping a stray tear from his eye when you legally bound yourself to the malfoy boy. though he had been sour about your new last name, he would learn to deal with it. he would also learn to deal with three little ones running around with the very same name. 

he was partial to favoring the eldest, a boy with hair as black as his grandfathers, and the same name to prove the relation. your father would mess about with his three grandchildren, claiming that severus had been his favorite, but you were the one to blame. though, that wasn’t entirely true. he loved all three of them all the same. 

as long as you were happy, so was he. and you were the happiest you had ever been.