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Tenrou Island is one of my favorite arcs! I love this arc so much. I think this is possibly a controversial take. I donât know. My favorite thing about shows is learning more about systems in the world. I think itâs just so interesting to see how wizards become s-class. This is going to be long. I am so sorry I love this arc so much. Itâs a lot of Cana⌠I ADORE CANA. Plus a lot of Levy and Gajeel! I just think this arc features so many fan favorite characters so well. This is also before The Thunder Legon was nerfed so they have some cool moments. Just I love this arc so much!
1. I do think itâs crazy that they really just throw us into the arc with no filler episodes/arc between. I think this is one of the only arcs that doesnât have filler episodes before or a filler arc.
2. Fairy Tail having a sacred place implies that other guilds do as well.
3. Something I find weird about S-Class wizards is why does the title follow you from one guild to another. Juvia and Gajeel were S-Class in Phantom Lord, but not Fairy Tail.
4. Silly thing time! Hiro Mashima trying to put all the main characters and main side characters on the island.
5. Lisanna and Juvia. I wish we kept seeing them as friends.
6. Evergreen and Elfman are one of my favorite ships and should be a main ship. It should be the big 5 instead of big 4. They were more together by the end than any of the other ships! I LOVE THEM!
7. Oh Mest⌠I miss your silly personality. Also how did he go from ok looking, to hot, to Nastu wannabe. I will be mourning when we see hot Mest for the last time.
8. Why did Makarov keep picking Cana? It seems a little cruel.
9. First Mavis mentioned. Mavis is one of my favorite characters of all time. I love her so much. Fairy Tail Zero is so good and made me love her more.
10. While pacing was my biggest issue for the last two arcs I feel like this is when the show found its pace. Without this arc the grand magic games would have not been as good as it was. I said what I said!
11. If I walked into the route and saw it was Mira I would have just walked away. Mirajane scares me the most out of all characters in the show.
12. Iâm going to say it! I ship Lily and Carla! I said what I said!
13. I never got why Hades was so obsessed with Zeref. Because Zeref literally taught him how to use magic. I also wish we got more info on why he turned evil. Itâs hard for to believe e he would attack Fairy Tail because he was a founder and was like best friends with Mavis. Him being Precht makes no sense because we never get a full explanation on how he turned evil other than he basically accidentally went down the alt right pipeline
14. I will never get over the Iron with a heart in the O. When I saw it for the first time I screamed and I still scream and fangirl over it!
15. Makarov talking Gajeel into joining Fairy Tail will forever be one of my favorite Gajeel scenes.
16. This arc is really when we start seeing Wendy come into her character and she becomes less of just the little kid to a true character.
17. Itâs heavily implied you canât say no to being Fairy Tailâs guild master. We see Makarov be like lol no and Precht being like lol too bad. Then we see Guildarts being like lol no and Makarov being like lol too bad! Then we see Guildarts being like lol as master you are now master again! Like can they really not say no?
18. I wish we could see Makarov in his prime. I know there has been discussion about how the series is going to continue. I donât want next generation Fairy Tail I want to see old generation Fairy Tail. I want to see Makarov and his old team beating people up. I want to see Precht as guild master. Or even early days of Makarov being guild master! I would even be ok if it was like Fairy Tail Zero where it was a one arc story.
19. I do have a theory that Precht made Fairy Law. I donât think itâs stated ever that Mavis made all the grand fairy spells but I maybe wrong. So thatâs how he was able to make Grimoire Law.
20. Another theory I have is that Precht took care of Makarov after Yuriâs death.
21. Now this is an out there theory. I know it. I believe that Yuri called Laxus back to the island. HEAR ME OUT! We know that some things just happen in Fairy Tail especially with the living and the dead. Yuri promised to always protect Mavis also his son was in danger. His legacy (Fairy Tail) was in danger. I also think that it could have been Mavis, but I think itâs more poetic coming from Yuri.
22. Makarov saying itâs up to his successor and us being shown Laxus⌠I am going to call it right now. The end of 100 year quest we will be seeing Laxus becoming master. This would be a perfect way to end his character. This is not the post to get into it, but ya thatâs my prediction.
23. God Slayers⌠oh the magic that was sort of forgotten about. How sad.
24. I will die on this hill. Laxus should have been the Lightning God Slayer. This would had been able to connect him, Ivan and Hades together in a perfect way.
25. This arc also has some of my favorite speeches.
26. One thing about me is I am absolutely sat every time Mirajane transforms.
27. Elfgreen is such an underrated ship.
28. I love Evergreen so much.
29. Capricorn is cool! I really like him even if he isnât used enough. I love him! Probably second favorite spirit. First is Aquarius because I am an Aquarius and she is just awesome.
30. Favorite Juvia moment is when Meredy said she was wanting to kill Gray.
31. Also wow the show that has shown over and over again to become more powerful is to channel your emotions is showing how emotions makes people more powerful. I really donât get why people give Fairy Tail so much hate using the power of friendship. Itâs almost like we are shown over and over again that is literally how it works. More emotion = more power. It also makes me more mad now knowing the show was created because Hiro Mashima was lonely.
32. One of my favorite things to come out of this arc is Juvia and Meredyâs friendship.
33. Honestly Juvia vs Meredy is my favorite Juvia fight.
34. Cana my love. We both have daddy issues. She just like me for real!
35. Me realizing Iâve misspelled Gildarts name this whole time⌠oops
36. Seeing Canaâs momâs will and seeing Canaâs cards being around it. I think her mom also used card magic.
37. Can we talk about how Cana was defeated by Laxus in her first S-Class trial. We donât talk about this enough!
38. I truely believe that any minor inconvenience Cana threatens to use Fairy Glitter.
39. Fairy Tail having grand spells implies that other guild have grand spells
40. Rip thunder legionâŚ. They arenât dead they just get hella nerfed after this arc. Well more than they already were after the battle of fairy tail.
41. One thing about Gray is going to try to cast ice shell.
42. I love Ultear so much. She is one of my favorite villains.
43. Lily being scared of thunder and lightning. Adorable. I love him.
44. I do think Hades being a founder was added later on because when he revealed he was the second guild master he didnât mention being a founder and I think thatâs something that would have been mentioned.
45. LAXUS IS BACK BABY! ONE THING ABOUT LAXUS HE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE!
46. We are so spoiled in this arc. We got so much of side characters showing their skills.
47. So Nastu just got the flame lighting power. Honestly donât understand how it worked! But I donât care because itâs cool! Wanna know whatâs not cool? The fact that Wendy is the only 1st generation dragon slayer to not get an extra dragon slayer element. I hope by the end of 100 year quest she gets something. I want cobra to give her poison. Because that would be badass.
48. The exceed side mission is so adorable and goofy. I LOVE IT.
49. To think of Hades just kept his Fairy Tail emblem he would have been able to win the final fight because the tree was restore
50. People say itâs a plot hole that Ultear was able to restore the tree because she said she canât use her magic on living things, but I think it was just bad phrasing and really itâs like humans and animals she canât us her magic on.
51. The Laxus ship that makes the most sense to me is that him and the thunder legion are just a poly relationship. Yes Elfman is apart of this.
52. Another reason why I donât think Hades was always supposed to be a founder of Fairy Tail is because how did he not recognize Zeref as the man who taught him magic?
53. I love Gildarts and Cana so much! I know if Cana told him from the start he would have stopped going on his long jobs to take care of her. He is such a girl dad.
54. Everyone begging Makarov to let them stay and fight is another moment that makes me cry every time. Honestly the whole episode does.
55. Most iconic scene in Fairy Tail is them holding hands and no one can change my mind.
56. Mavis protecting her guild. Her babies! I love her. The foreshadowing of fairy sphere being more powerful than Acnologia.
Tenrou Island is one of the best arcs. It is also a soft reboot of the show. I canât wait for the grand magic games. I donât know if Iâll watch the clock arc. I havenât watched it in years. It is always a skip for me because I want to get to the grand magic games. I know I missed a lot during this arc and forgot to write things down. I watch the show while working on my school work. I love talking about Fairy Tail so donât be shy send me things! Thank you for reading me fan girling over my favorite piece of media! The grand magic games post will likely be multiple parts because I think itâs peak Fairy Tail.
#fairy tail#laxus dreyar#gajevy#evergreen#elfman strauss#lisanna strauss#mirajane strauss#lucy heartfilia#nastu dragneel#happy#erza scarlet#the thunder legion#freed justine#bickslow#levy mcgarden#gajeel redfox#gray fullbuster#fairy tail juvia#juvia locksar
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@quiiscnt im taking the opportunity to do 3 đ
so here's #3/3
Send â for a sample of a new muse I am thinking of writing // accepting
Distracted in thought, Max tapped the end of his pen to his notebook in a mindless beat, eyes not really registering his surroundings (which was perhaps a dangerous thing to do, considering he was at the bar within Fairy Tailâs guildhall). The hall was a bit emptier than usual however, so his chances of being accidentally struck or pulled into a brawl were rather low. Somehow, that thought wasnât particularly comforting. Brawls or general rowdiness, it didnât matter, he just preferred the lively noise and energy of having everyone around. Because there had been long years of quiet.
Even before the Tenrou team had disappeared, heâd never been one to enjoy silence or solitude, heâd always fared best when there was someone to talk to after all. Those years without them, with the remaining members slowly dwindling away or worse, losing their own spark, it hadnât been easy. And it reminded him too much of his own childhood. Lonely days with no one to talk to, or to even exist around him, no company at all.
Frowning at his line of thought, he rubbed a hand over his face as if to scrub some clarity into his mind. He sighed and turned his attention back to his notebook, eyes skimming over what was written. He had a few ideas down so far, social events that would bring in both some money and extra cheer, yet he hoped to come up with something truly exciting, something that would bring everyone together. Maybe even involving the other guilds?
His mind churned with possibilities, creating and discarding, sifting through them like sand through his fingertips. It was just as he was thinking that perhaps heâd best throw ideas around with someone else, that he became aware of a presence drawing near. As his eyes found them, a smile jumped to his lips.
âMira, perfect timing,â he said, âDo you have a minute?â
Heâd worked closely with her in past years to arrange events, always finding her input and help most useful. During her long years of absence, heâd found himself somewhat stepping into her shoes in terms of running the organizational side of things for the guild. Responsible for recording what jobs had come in (not that thereâd been many...) and who had taken them up, along with taking care of most of the paperwork that came with managing a guild. Sometimes Laki, and the others that had remained, still told him whenever theyâd taken a job, a habit that hadnât yet been broken. And he didnât mind it one bit.
As Mirajane smiled and took a seat beside him, he pushed his notebook towards her.
âIâm trying to come up with a new event,â he explained, excitement beginning to build, âItâs been a while and I think we could all do with a bit of fun, donât you? I think a little game or competition could be fun, but we all know how those can getâŚdestructive if certain people are involved. But maybe a scavenger hunt of some kind?â
He paused a moment, intending on waiting for her input, yet it occurred to him that they hadnât caught up in a little while. With a sheepish tinge to his expression, he added, âSorry, Iâm jumping right into things. I havenât even asked you how you areâŚSoâŚhow are you? Howâs your project coming along? Wait, and last time we talked, you were having trouble with your neighbour, howâs that going? I had issues with mine just yesterday, he has this really annoying little dog-â
#quiiscnt#sample muse tag#he deserved better than to become a joke (dont even talk to me about that stupid broom thing ugh)#what we know from his guildcard etc is that he's a chatterbox and highly social#bc he didn't have friends growing up#and the tenrou group disappearing really hit him hard and made him withdraw#and he only regained his own spark and personality once they all came back#he also Loves hosting events and planning them#so i feel like him and mira would have been good friends#i think he's also just one of those people that even tho he talks a lot#he also really listens and remembers all the stuff you say and he will ask you about stuff you talk about#he remembers the details v well! and can be a good listener
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infrunami ⎠jeon jungkook
summary: youâve made great friends throughout the years but none like jeon jungkook. heâs there for you when you need him and although at times when things get complicated between your feelings and thoughts⌠thereâs one thing for certain. you both have been wasting time acting like thereâs nothing between you.
⎠genre/au: friends to lovers. y/n[afab, she/her] x best friend jungkook
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warnings: smut. f2l. slice of life. besties jk and y/n. slight jealousy vibes. idiots to lovers. lot of sexual tension. everyone knows they like each other. for the smut [no protection sorry yall]. heavy makeout. slight dry humping. grinding. doggy style. soft dom vibes jk. whiny y/n. jk gets jealous but never admits it. they both talk to other people bc theyâre in denial.
song inspo: infrunamiâsteve lacy, my kind of womanâmac de marco, no. 1 party anthemâarctic monkeys, love betweenâkali uchis
Friendships in your twenties, youâve learned, come in various forms.
There were people youâve known since you were a teen and people youâve only just met. Some who know everything about you and some who only get a piece of you. Youâve got the ones you meet up with on a random Thursday to run an errand because you haven't seen each other in so longâand you have the ones who seem to always be knocking on your door. Having people who wanted to be around you was one of the best things youâve ever experienced.
âYouâre late.â
He raised his shoulders in a shrug as he picked up the helmet that was strapped onto the back of a black motorcycle, âIâm here, arenât I?â
Part of you gave up on acting upset as you let him slip the helmet over your head. You took his backpack off his shoulders and shoved your things inside before putting it on your back.
âThanks for the ride,â You hooked a leg over the seat, straddling the bike as you fixed yourself up behind him. The helmet fit snugly around your head and you held him around the waist comfortably, âIâll buy you a meal.â
âYou promise?â Jungkook asked with a teasing smile as he kicked up the stand and brought the engine to life, âIâm craving steak.â
âJust donât break my pocket,â You patted him softly, checking your phone one last time, âI swear if they donât give me my car back Iâm going to throw a fit.â
âMaybe next time donât park in a restricted area,â He said lastly, driving off with youn. Your friendship with Jungkook was different from the others. He was your best friend.
Not in the way Mirae was or even Taehyung but he was up there. Heâs the one youâd have knocking on your door because heâs bored or bothering you during the middle of the night. Heâs also the one you call because you know heâll answer.
You donât remember exactly how you two met but it was some time during college, an after party maybe? Campus? Not likely. He was infamous for never showing up. Whatever, it was beyond the point. The point is that somewhere along the way you made friends with an overly clingy man who spent too much time at the gym or gaming in his bedroom when he wasnât at work.
No, youâre not dating him nor do you want to. Heâs kind of just⌠your overly good looking friend who would do anything for you.
âI forgot my lunch at home so Iâm starving,â Jungkook pushed past you to get inside the small barbecue place he dragged you to. You couldnât help but roll your eyes and follow. Heâs taken his backpack back to set it on the chair next to his and you sat across from him. It was a familiar place to eat and the menus took up an unnecessary amount of space so he took them both without question.
âWhat if I wanted to try something new?â You asked with a slight scoff, pretending to be annoyed but he saw right through it.
âYou donât, youâre too picky. Youâre just going to get the same thing you always get,â Jungkook said with another shrug before giving you a menu back anyway, âBut fine, browse a little.â
âChill on the attitude,â You joked, looking over the menu with disinterest.
âHow do either of you manage to be here at least once a week?â The server grumbled as he approached the table, âAnd thatâs on a good week.â
âHey, I havenât been here in like, four days?â You said, second guessing yourself and looking at your friend, âHeâd live here everyday if he could.â
âTrue, Jin is one of the best cooks I know,â Jungkook confessed, making your server roll his eyes.
âPlease, Jinâs rarely here since the new place opened up but donât worry, Iâll pretend to believe you,â he snatched the menus away from you both, âAnd like you donât get the âFamily & Friendsâ discount. Whatâll it be? The usual?â
Jungkook turned to you with an amused expression, eyebrows raised as he waited to hear your new order. He even had the nerve to rest his chin in the palm of his hand and the server waited with a bored expression.
You sunk into your seat, âThe usual.â
âDamn, we shouldâve bet on it,â Jungkook grimaced as he took his phone out of his pocket to scroll through his socials, âSo how was the meeting? It took a while didnât it?â
âDonât even get me started on it, I can already tell theyâre going to be a handful. I might pass them onto Mirae,â You told him honestly, âShe can handle them better than I could.â
âItâs because youâre hot headed,â he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He felt your hard stare and he couldnât help but smirk, âYou know you are.â
âSays the guy who almost got into a fight because of Overwatch,â you threw your straw wrapper at him but he caught it and chucked it back at you.
âFirst of all we were in a tournament and I couldâve won some money,â Jungkook said defensively, âAny sane person would react the same way.â
You raised your brows pretending to be convinced and stared off into space. After your meal and you footed the bill like promised, Jungkook drove you to your apartment.
âLet me know if you need a ride to the garage tomorrow,â Jungkook said as he took the helmet back and you retrieved your things from his backpack.
âWhat are your plans tonight?â You asked curiously as he got back on his bike.
âI donât know, a friend of mine asked me to go have drinks with him so Iâll probably do that,â He told you honestly, âWhy? Wanna watch âLove, Death & Robotsâ again?â
âJust curious, be safe and donât drive,â You reminded him.
A grin widened on his face, âWill you pick me up if I drink too muchâoh right, you donât have a car⌠awkward.â
âAsshole,â you hit him playfully, making him sway but he kept himself steady.
âIâll call for an Uber or something, night.â
Thereâs not a specific moment that made you and Jungkook become good friends. You sort of just clicked right away. In the beginning there mightâve been a slight tinge of attraction but it was the kind you felt for a stranger walking past. It wasnât anything either of you wanted to pursue and ended with a good friendship. You learned a lot from each other and somehow managed to co-exist together.
In the beginning nearly all of his friends thought you were into him. They tried to put it into his head that you had a thing for him but it never went anywhere. Jungkook never made a move on you and after a while everyone just accepted it.
This is what friendship looked like. You didnât have to sleep with each other. You were like one of the guys⌠aside from the obvious. Now everyone just takes you as you are, a good friend of his with no sexual feelings involved.
âYou just got off work?â Yoongi asked as Jungkook finally joined him at the bar, âI thought I was going to have to drink enough for the both of us tonight.â
âDonât you wish,â Jungkook chuckled, taking a seat and the drink his friend ordered for him, âBut no, I was having dinner and had to drive Y/n home.â
âOh, how is she? Havenât seen her in a while,â Yoongi asked.
âHer car got Towed at my apartment for parking in someoneâs spot a couple days ago. Sheâs pissed,â Jungkook answered knowingly, âBut sheâll survive. Whatâd you ask me over here for?â
âOh, Iâm talking to this girl whoâll be here soon and sheâs got a friend with her.â
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Two hundred dollars down the drain all because you parked somewhere you werenât supposed to. It puts you in a bad mood for a couple days. You werenât necessarily short on cash but that didnât mean you wanted to waste it to get your car back.
âDonât touch me Iâm sad,â You mumbled into your desk as your coworker hovered a hand over your back ready to comfort you.
âYou didnât get it back?â Jimin asked, opting to sit on the edge of your desk instead.
âI did, thatâs why Iâm sad,â You nearly cried, âIâm never staying at anyoneâs apartment but mine ever again. Itâs too expensive and thereâs never enough parking anywhere.â
âPoor you, I know whatâll cheer you up though,â Jimin said with a scheming smile that had your head raising skeptically, âYou, Mirae and I out for dinner and a couple drinks after work.â
âIâm pretty sure I just said how much money I spent!â You rolled your eyes making him do the same.
âIâll pay, silly,â Jimin said, âYou look like you could use a drink.â
You were a victim of peer pressure, and for pressure you needed very little of it. All it took was both of your friends reminding you how much fun it would be before the FOMO set in and you joined them.
âYouâre so easily persuaded,â Mirae said with a laugh, âMin didnât even have to beg this time.â
âIâm going through a tough time right now,â You said playfully, reaching across the table for another portion of fries, âThanks for taking those clients.â
âYeah yeah, but if I need any favor you better be the first one to grant it,â Mirae pointed a stern finger at you and you nodded eagerly.
âOne Wish coupon with your name written on it, noted,â You tapped your head a couple times before shooting her a Thumbâs Up. Your coworker [turned close friend] rolled her eyes with a smile as she raised her glass, âReady to chug?â
âOh fuck no,â Jimin groaned, staring down his nearly full glass, âAre we drinking-drinking or are we drinking?â
âBaddie Baddie Shot OâClock,â you nudge his arm, âDonât be scared now. You asked for this.â
âWe have work tomorroâfuck it, letâs do it,â Jimin said while you and Mirae began a chant ready to take the drink.
There were a couple⌠a few drinks involved for all of you. It was supposed to be something casual but that never seems to be the case when youâre with your work friends. Theyâre a good time all the time and sometimes a nice break. Aside from Jungkook, they're some of your closest friends. They know you in a different light than he does. With Mirae you can talk to her about anything and with Jimin heâs a good time. He doesnât tease or scold you the way Jungkook does⌠he lets you have fun.
Not to say Jungkook doesnât but itâs different and you donât know how to explain why.
jungkook: hungryyyyyyyyy
jungkook: hungryyyyyyy
jungkook: HUNGRYYYY
you: lower your voice smh
âIs that Jungkook?â Jimin asked, stealing a fry for your plate, âWhatâs he doing? Ask him to meet us.â
âNo, Iâm mad at him,â You said with a huff, thinking about the expensive towing bill. You werenât actually mad at him but more about the price you paid today. Jungkook is the one who told you it was fine to park there and the one night you do, your car gets towed. Itâs never happened before and itâs technically his fault. His stupid landlord is an asshole and therefore youâre never stepping foot at his place again.
you: and actually Iâm mad at you
jungkook: đ¤ why
you: 200$ đ
jungkook: :(
you: you better buy me a spot if you want me to come over again
jungkook: hell no
You put your phone face down and looked at your empty glass, wiggling your brows at your two friends, âAnother?â
jungkook: hungrryyyyy
Jimin rolled his eyes even as he let you go to the bar and order more. While you were gone he got on his phone and began to type. Mirae looked over his shoulder, âWho are you calling?â
âJungkook.â
Jungkook knew Jimin well enough to have his number saved. They werenât close but heâs met him around you before and the guyâs cool. When he called Jungkook assumed it had something to do with you and answered.
âHey man, what are you doing?â
âStarving,â Jungkook groaned, staring at his empty fridge, âYou?â
âCome to JJâs, Y/n is here and weâre having a few drinks. Thereâs some food,â Jimin said as he looked up at you.
âJungkookâs on his way,â Jimin told you once the call came to an end but you barely shrugged in response.
When Jungkook arrived you greeted him like normal and he bumped you further into the booth before immediately digging into your plate. He even had the nerve to ask which drink was yours before taking it, âI havenât eaten all day.â
âWhy do I feel like thatâs a lie?â Jimin asked, trying to pass Jungkook the menu so he could order something for himself, âHow are ya, buddy?â
âAlright, busy with work,â Jungkook said with a shrug, âItâs been back to back sessions lately and I think I need a break.â
âHave you been going to the chiropractor?â You asked worriedly. Jungkook sneered, turning to look at you, âI thought you were mad at me.â
Your jaw nearly dropped as you scoffed. Heâs here eating your food and giving you attitude? Itâs obvious heâs joking but itâs annoying. You crossed your arms over your chest and slumped back, âYouâre here eating my food, asshole. Fine I wonât talk to you then.â
âI have been going to the chiro,â Jungkook says to you, âThanks for worrying.â
âI wasnât worrying,â You rolled your eyes looking across the table at Mirae as Jungkook and Jimin talked like they were good friends.
âOkay I know what Iâm using my wish coupon on,â Mirae said suddenly, âYouâre going with me to the movies.â
âYay, what are we watching?â You asked more interested now.
âI donât know. The guys havenât chosen the movie yet,â Mirae said as she got on her phone and went to add you to a groupchat.
âWhat guys?â Jimin asked curiously, making Jungkook turn to look as well.
âMy friendâs boyfriend and his friends,â Mirae explained briefly, âThey've been wanting to go see this horror movie but it always feels awkward when I tag along with her, her man and his friends.â
âSounds like a group date,â Jungkook said to you, watching your excitement slowly turn to dejection and for some reason it made his heart beat faster.
âIt kinda does,â You agreed.
âItâs not like that. Theyâre actually kind of cool but I still want someone to talk to,â Mirae told you, âTheyâre cute.â
âLet me see a picture,â You reached out for her phone.
âAre you seeing anyone?â Jungkook asked Jimin who aggressively shook his head no.
âNot since the last one, I think she broke my heart,â Jimin pretended to sniffle, âYou?â
âNah, kinda? No,â Jungkook shook his head, âWhatever it is, it's nothing serious.â
âItâs never serious,â You corrected, âI donât know how he keeps track of them all.â
âDonât make me out to be a slut,â Jungkook placed his hand over his chest. Easy banter went on for the rest of the night. It was casual and comforting to spend time with those close to you on a random week night. It reminded you of how good things can be and why you liked being with them. Jimin was fun, careless, considerate. Mirae is full of welcomed attitude and charm. Jungkook is comfortable and protective, always around and ready to meet up for anything. They made things feel easy.
When you date a guy you want him to fit in with your friends and that is hard to find.
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Jungkook has always been a laid back guy. Despite whatever struggles heâs had, heâs always taken them with a strong head on his shoulders and people to support him. He comes from a loving family and close friends heâs known for years. Heâs been in relationships and talking stages that changed him and did his military service as early as he could. He had a plan for himself and when he decided to go to college he didnât expect to meet you.
Itâs not like you had a huge impact on him or anything but he didnât expect to meet someone he can get along with so easily. He thought he already had his lifelong friends picked out. How did you manage to force your way into his close circle and introduce to people and things he wouldnât have known otherwise.
Youâre his best friend and donât let any of the guys hear him admit that. They already give him too much shit about you.
âAre you going for Y/n?â His friend asked a few days after he met up with you and your friends for dinner. Heâs been up to his usual routine during the week and has barely gotton to see or talk to you.
Jungkook and his friend just had a two hour gym session that left them both jittery and out of breath as they sat in the locker room packing up their belongings. He pulled his helmet out and carried it next to him as he shook his head no, âIâm not driving her around anymore.â
âShe got her car back? Thatâs good,â Taehyung said. You didnât have it for almost a full week and during that time Jungkook was helping you get to and from work. Since then youâve had your car and havenât had a reason to call him upânot that it mattered or anything.
âWanna get on the game later?â He asked.
âSure, Iâll shower and have dinner then hop on.â
The two split ways and Jungkook got on his bike to rush home. His evenings didnât contain much excitement as they did during his college days but they were alright. Heâd do exercises after work, head home and wash up, make dinner or go out, and hang out. If he was seeing someone it would look slightly different but he doesnât usually let it get that far.
Itâs not that heâs scared of commitment or anything, he just doesnât feel the need to be dating at the moment. Heâs perfectly content with the way he lives and if he were to get serious with anyone it would have to be someone who understands him. Yes, he does the occasional hook up or fling but theyâre never more than that. Heâs bad at seriously dating. Heâs got to feel truly comfortable with someone.
After his shower, he stood alone in his kitchen thinking of what to make for dinner when he checked the time on his phone. It was almost nine and heâs yet to hear about how your night has gone. The movie was set at six so you had to rush after work to meet with Mirae and all her people but the movie shouldâve ended by now. Why havenât you told him how it went if itâs over now?
Maybe he should just ask.
jungkook: is the movie over
You probably wonât respond if your phoneâs on âDo Not Disturbâ so he didnât expect a response.
you: yeah
jungkook: was it scary
you: ehhhhhh not really
jungkook: what r u doing now
you: they wanted to get food after
jungkook: and here I am cooking for myself
Without question Jungkook took a picture of it all, sending it right to you with a message that said;
jungkook: ur favorite
you: đ is that an invite
jungkook: depends, r u gonna actually come over or hang out with ur new friends
you: idk one of them is reallllyyyyyy cute
jungkook: stay with them then
You looked at everyone you were with curiously. The movie had ended a bit ago and you were walking to the nearest restaurant talking. Mirae was right, the guys were cool and her friend was nice but it was a lot of effort on your part to be social. One of the guys was particularly cute and he spent a little more time with you than anyone else but did that really mean anything?
âI think Iâm gonna call it a night,â You said, thinking about the early morning you have tomorrow and how everyone seemed ready to grab a few drinks. Mirae looked at you, âReally? Youâre not even hungry?â
âNot really,â You lied with a shrug, âAre you gonna be good?â
âYeah, Iâll see you tomorrow.â
You said goodbye to them all, sharing information with the cute friend and split ways. On your way to Jungkookâs he let you know parking spot 97 was good to use and despite arguing with him about it you took his word.
âIf I get towed again weâre not going to be friends anymore,â You told him once you let yourself into his apartment, immediately being greeted by Bam whose tail whipped back and forth behind him with excitement.
âItâs my spot, Goofy,â Jungkook said, casually throwing on a shirt once you were in. Up until now heâs been cooking shirtless from his shower.
âYour spot is 98,â You reminded him, watching the way he rolled his eyes and turned the stove off.
âDidnât you tell me to rent you one?â Jungkook asked, pulling the pot off the stove and onto a cooling rack, âGrab bowls.â
âYou actually did it?â You asked with a smile, âBless your kind soul.â
He brushed you off as you did what he asked and went straight to the end of the peninsula countertop where you could sit and eat. Jungkook didnât bother sitting down, choosing to eat standing up behind the counter and looking at you with curiosity.
âWhat?â
âHow was the date?â He asked.
âWhat date?â You scoffed, âYou mean the movie? One, it wasnât a date and Two, I told you it was alright.â
âYou didnât drink, did you?â Jungkook asked, ignoring the attitude behind your words. You rolled your eyes, âI wouldnât have driven here if I had been. I left before we made it to the restaurants. Why so curious tonight?â
He shrugged, the plate completely empty and he began to wash it and what he used to cook. When you finished and offered to help he told you no and washed your stuff too.
âIâm so full, have I ever told you how good of a Cook you are,â You said as you threw yourself onto his couch, a grunt leaving your lips when Bam nearly tackled you down.
âI wouldnât mind hearing it again,â Jungkook said, rummaging through his fridge and smiling widely, âWant a drink?â
âIâm driving.â
âYou can just crash on the couch, itâll be fine,â Jungkook shrugged, carrying over a couple glasses and a bottle of Soju.
That was enough convincing for you to sit on the floor beside him as he set things down on the coffee table. You took the remote and played some movie in the background as he poured the small glass.
âYouâre a bad influence,â You joked as you took the first drink like it was a pre-starter and he did the same, âWeâve got work tomorrow.â
âYou only go in for a couple hours, I know your schedule, don't forget that,â Jungkook pointed a teasing finger at you, plopping down on the floor with his legs crossed, âIâve got a beginnerâs session around 10am and a few private classes after. Iâll be the one regretting it tomorrow, not you.â
âYet youâre still the one asking for more,â You said playfully, reaching for the familiar green bottle and pouring a little more in his glass. You didnât notice the way Jungkookâs gaze flickered down to your exposed waist when you leaned over the coffee table to grab it. The waist of your underwear showed just slightly underneath and he was surprised to find out it was black and lacy making his eyebrow quirk with curiosity. When you sat back down he looked away, pretending to be focused on the movie, âYou dressed up for your date?â
âIt wasnât a date,â You said with a groan, sitting back a little closer to him than before and he didnât bother moving away, âAnd look at what Iâm wearing. Does it look like I dressed up?â
A knowing smirk pulled at his lips as he raised the glass to his lips, âI didnât realize you wore lace so casually.â
Your brows furrowed with confusion, realization dawning on you just moments later and without thinking you pushed at him playfully, âHowâd you know?â
Jungkook laughed, hand sliding down your back where your shirt rose and he didnât hesitate to reach for the thin fabric nearly pulling on it just to feel you squirm. You couldnât help but whine, moving away, âFreak.â
âSays you,â Jungkook said, keeping his hand on you, âCome on tell me, how was the date.â
âWhy are you insisting it was a date?â You asked, taking a big gulp and turning to face him, âYou never hear me asking about your little flings or whatever you like to call them nowadays.â
âBut if you asked me Iâd tell you, I wouldnât be all secretive about it like you are,â He said with a shrug of his shoulders, âHurry up and drink more.â
âDonât pressure me,â You rolled your eyes but did as told, âAnd I did tell you. I said one of them were cute over text, remember?â
âHardly,â He shrugged looking away with a bored expression, âCuter than me?â
You didnât say anything making him smile, âIâll take that as a no.â
âHe was alright, pretty cute and nice,â You finally said but Jungkook wasnât listening anymore. His attention had drifted to the way you leaned against him with your side against his fitting perfectly beside him. It was obvious your words fell on deaf ears but you didnât seem to mind either. You turned to face him, convince him that the guy you met was just cute but it wasnât worth it. Youâll probably never see the guy again and if he does want to text, it most likely wonât lead to anything.
âWhat?â He asked, catching your stare.
âYouâre drunk,â You pointed out his red cheeks and ears, âAlready?â
âNo.â
âThen why are you blushing?â You asked with a teasing smile going to poke his flushed cheek when he grabbed your hand suddenly. You both had been casually drinking since you sat down but it isn't until now that you can feel the alcohol take effect over your body. You blamed it for the way you were looking at your friend at the moment.
It was hard to see him as just Jungkook, right now you can only see him for how attractive he was. Heâs gotten way more muscular lately and with the added tattoos itâs hard to ignore it. When you walked into his apartment earlier and found him shirtless it was hard not to look at his abdomen. You donât remember the eight pack or his biceps that big. Without thinking you placed a hand on his chest, taut muscles tense underneath your touch.
Jungkook couldnât help but let his breath hitch when your hand trailed down his rib cage suddenly, âWhat?â
âYouâve gotta get a new hobby, youâre going to get too bulky,â You said jokingly, feeling his muscles. He was taken back to have your hand on him but he didnât back away, âBut you like it.â
Not bothering to wait for a response, he lifted the end of his shirt displaying a smooth trail of muscle down his torso and prominent V-line that you tried not to eye too hard. Your hand slipped down without much thought to your actions and lifted your brows in surprise. His skin felt hot to the touch and part of you wanted to keep running your hand over him but you knew better. It would be weird if you did. Itâs not like heâs just some random guyâŚ
âI need to pee,â You blurted out, rushing to your feet and kicking his leg playfully, âPut your shirt down.â
âMight just take it off for you,â Jungkook teased, biting his lip watching you walk away.
When you were alone looking at yourself in the mirror it was easier to tell how you felt. You were past tipsy and buzzed but not fully drunk. Your vision was slightly blurry and when you stood straight you felt dizzy but it was the good kind of dizzy.
âWhat next?â Jungkook asked when you came out of the bathroom, hair up in a clip now and makeup wiped away with some wet wipe he had in the bathroom. He had to do a double take at your new appearance but he didnât mind the change. You looked comfortable and he can see the clear look of buzz on your face that heâs sure matched his, âOr are you calling it already?â
âCalling what?â You sat back down next to him, stumbling into him a little and he helped you with a hand on your waist guiding you down. Neither of you seemed to care for the fact that you were partially sitting on his lap.
âCalling it a night,â Jungkook said, shifting you closer to his front, âYouâve taken off your makeup, put your hair up⌠you look ready for bed.â
âI thought you wanted to drink,â You said, suddenly aware of how close the two of you were and his lip piercing had a slight shine from the light reflecting off of it.
âNot if your date tired you out,â Jungkook said with a knowing smirk when you rolled your eyes, leaning into him a little more. He didnât care who you met up with tonight but he knows itâs getting on your nerves and sometimes he loves to push your buttons, âYou probably wouldâve preferred to stay out with them since one of them was⌠whatâd you say? Cute? Nice?â
âIf you think that, why'd you ask me to come over?â You asked slightly irritated now.
He shrugged, grinning now when he felt you relax in his hold, almost straddling him, âTechnically, I did say you could stay with them.â
Your eyes narrowed, hands on his chest ready to push yourself off him, âFine, I got his number. Iâll see if theyâre still ouââ
âNo,â He whined, arms tightening around your waist, âNo, youâre already here and youâre drunk now. You canât leave, be a safe driver.â
âAre you trying to manipulate me to stay?â You couldnât help but laugh, arms circling around his neck. He felt your breath tickle his ear and for some reason it made a shiver run down his spine.
âDepends, is it working?â
It was.
It had been since the beginning. Jungkook didnât need to do much to get you to hang out with him and he knew that. Itâs the same way around. It takes little for Jungkook to beg you to spend time with him. Youâre his best friend.
And as his best friend⌠sometimes⌠sometimes he wonders how your lips taste. He doesnât remember when his hand moved from your waist to your neck, or how he moved it to tilt your chin up until your lips were brushing against each other. All he remembers is how close you were to kissing and all he needed was one push, one sign that you want this too and heâll go for it.
You nearly fell into it too. You can blame the alcohol or the fact that Jungkook is incredibly hot despite only seeing him as a friend but you wanted to kiss him too. You wouldâve.
Key words: Would Have.
âOpen the door, you Fuck!â
You practically threw yourself off him as someone pounded on his door and it took you a second to reel in what was about to happen. Jungkook couldnât move for a second, trying to understand why you got off of him so quickly when he heard it again.
âJungkook, I checked your location, open up,â His friend yelled, knocking on the door, âIâm going to piss myself, let me in!â
âComing!â Jungkook shouted, sounding annoyed as he got up to unlock the front door. You pulled yourself onto the couch, fixing your shirt that had risen when his hands had grazed your waist and stared down at the empty bottles of Soju.
âTaeââ He couldnât finish his sentence before his friend was pushing past him and running straight for the bathroom, waving hello to you before disappearing. He stood at the open door trying to wrap his head around what just happened.
The two of you were drinking, messing around and almost kissed? Almost? If Taehyung hadnât come barging in would you have done it? Would you know when to stop? Would you stop anyway?
âFuck, I was in the cab on my way home and he would not pull over,â Taehyung said once he was done with his business, âI was like âListen dude, my friend lives around here so drop me off or Iâm going to puke in your backseatâ.â
âI thought you had to pee,â You chimed in when he sat down next to you, acting like he had been there the whole time.
âI thought so too but it came up the other way instead, what are you guys doing? Drinking?â Taehyung asked looking down at the coffee table, âUgh I canât even think about it, donât play APT with Jin hyung, he talks too fast and wins everytime.â
âMaybe he was just speaking gibberish but you couldnât tell,â Jungkook said, arms crossed over his chest looking unimpressed, âSo⌠is the cab still out there waiting orâŚâ
âNah, Iâm just gonna crash hereââ
âGreat!â Jungkook scoffed, âSleepover at my place, first Y/n⌠now you⌠itâs like weâre in schoolâŚâ
âWell I wouldâve gone home if you didnât ask to drink,â You told him trying to ignore the fact that you almost kissed but it was hard to ignore the way he bit his lip at you, âI could still call an Uber.â
âNah, Taehyung can,â Jungkook said, sitting on the armchair across from you.
âWhoa, youâre the first person I thought of, why kick me out now? Iâm drunk, Kook, be nice to me,â Taehyung pouted, leaning against your shoulder, âWhatâd you do? Whyâs he so grumpy?â
âDonât blame me, youâre the one that came pounding on the door so late at night,â You said playfully, shoving Taehyung off. He was more Jungkookâs friend then yours but youâve hung out around him enough to feel comfortable with him.
âSo? I always do thatâWhy?â Taehyung turned abruptly, âWhat were you guys doing?â
âDrinking,â Jungkook said, âYou wouldnât want to since yknow⌠Jin got you drunk⌠you probably want to call it a nightâŚâ
âNah, I puked a little earlier so Iâm fine now,â Taehyung said, âPlus I havenât seen Y/n in a while, what are we watching?â
âActually, Iâm tired,â You told him with a small yawn, âI think Iâm calling it a night.â
âAre you trying to get rid of me?â Taehyung asked.
You laughed, âNo, Iâm just saying Iâm tired.â
âGo to my room,â Jungkook said with a sigh, thinking about what the two of you were about to do before he stormed in, âIâll stay out here with him.â
When you left, Jungkook threw a pillow at Taehyungâs head, making the other groan, âWhat?â
âNothing,â Jungkook huffed , âNow I gotta sleep on the couch.â
Taehyung smirked, feeling more sober now as he put two and two together, âOr you could go follow your girlfriendâŚâ
âWeâre noâweâre not dating,â Jungkook thought about how you almost kissed and his face flushed red, âFor fuckâs same, go get the extra blankets and pillows. I get the big couchââ
âBut Iâm like a centimeter taller thanââ
âThis is my house!â Jungkook yelled, throwing himself on the couch and covering his face with one of the pillows, âOr get an Uber back to yours.â
âJeez, youâre rude tonight. I always come over when Iâm drunk,â Taehyung laughed knowing how annoyed Jungkook was, âJust say you were going to get freaky with Y/n.â
âI wasnât!â
âŽ
It took you a full day to come to terms with what happened the other night at Jungkookâs. The two of you had been drinking and almost kissed, almost.
Thereâs no way to deny it. You were close to kissing.
If Taehyung hadnât shown up out of the blue, would you have done it? Would he have slept in the same bed as you? What would you do or say if he asked?
Thereâs always been an underlying sense of tension between you but you tried not to think about it. You told yourself that nothing was ever going to happen. It was just how friendships with someone you found attractive was.
A loud sigh left your lips, dropping your head against your keyboard and letting an endless stream of spaces fill the word document. Soft fingers pulled your head up to slide the keyboard out making you look up at the person who did it. Jimin sat at the end of your desk, âI was just sitting in my office wondering why my friend hasnât gone to distract me today. Whatâs up with you?â
âMorning, canât focus,â You told him.
âHowâd the showing go?â Jimin asked, trying to find something that could get you talking.
âThey liked it, itâs a little over their budget but I think weâll close the deal on it,â You said.
âGood, what about the other night?â
âWhat about the other night?â Your question sounded rushed and made him look at you with peaked interest. He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked.
âWith Mirae and the movie,â Jimin said. He watched you release a breath you werenât aware you were holding and pressed you for more, âDid you talk to any of the guys?â
âYeah⌠um, I did,â You sat back, chair swiveling out as you turned to face him, âHis nameâs Namjoon. I got his number and he texted me yesterday before the showing to wish me luck.â
âSo what? Are you and Mirae gonna ditch me when you guys find someone? Who are going to be my drinking buddies when youâre off with your boyfriends? She told me all about the other guy, Iâm starting to feel pushed aside,â Jimin spoke in a ramble making you roll your eyes.
âRelax, it was the first time I met him. Mirae, yeah she really hit it off with the other guy,â You said.
Jimin just nodded, taking in your words and finally deciding to bring it up, âMirae said you left early though.â
âYeah, they wanted to go out to eat but I wasnât hungryâŚâ You said.
âBullshit, I checked your location, you went to Jungkookâs plaââ
âOkay! Whatâs up with all the stalking lately? First Taehyung, now youâwe share locations so that you know Iâm safe after a night out,â You pointed a finger at him, trying to deflect some of the questions away from you, âAnd yeah, I did go to his place. He made food and I didnât want to go eat with all of them anyway.â
âInteresting excuse, so what? Did you guys fight or something? You know I understand youâre close friends but youâre not close friends like we are.â
âThatâs not truââ You cut yourself off thinking about how you almost kissed Jungkook and as much as you love Jimin, youâll never find yourself kissing him, almost!
A loud groan left your lips as you dropped your head against the keyboard again and Jimin watched the aggressive keyboard smash type out gibberish. This time it was his turn to roll his eyes and he stood up, âWe both know thatâs a lie but fine, Iâll let you be.â
You donât remember how the rest of your day went aside from the fact that you were distracted the entire time. Right now you have three different clients youâre currently helping buy their first home and the last thing you need is to be distracted right now.
Jungkook is your friend and until he makes it clear that he is interested, youâre just going to move on. Well⌠even if he was interested, what does that mean? Does that mean youâre into him? Itâs all so confusing.
He took a deep breath, leg threatening to bounce with anxiety as he counted the reps his current client did between sets.
âKook, man, youâre killing me today,â His client said with a deep huff, nearly collapsing on the floor as he set the weight down, âI thought weâd be taking it easy after the last session.â
âI donât know why you would think that,â Jungkook said, âTake a breather and do another fifteen.â
Even as he said that, he switched places with Hoseok and prepared himself to do a set. His client watched him with his mouth open in confusion, âItâs what you said! You said weâd be taking it easy today since last time was so much. Iâm still a sore man, please donât do this to me.â
âYouâre right, I did say that,â Jungkook huffed, counting in his head as he did bench presses, âNext session weâll take it easy.â
âFuck, I need a new trainer,â Hoseok groaned, chugging back water and pacing back and forth.
âYouâre at my gym! Youâre lucky weâre friends, donât say that,â Jungkook stood up and motioned for Hoseok to go, âNow you're doing twenty.â
âRude,â Hoseok said, âWhatâs up with you anyways? You seem on edge today.â
âIâm fine,â Jungkook said looking down at his gym bag where his phone currently was, âBut uh, just out of curiosity⌠if someone hasnât talked to you in a couple days, what does it mean?â
Hoseok couldnât help but chuckle, âCome on, how old are we? Thatâs what youâre stressing about?â
When Jungkook didnât laugh it off Hoseok got a little more serious, âDepends on the person. Girlfriend? Family member? Stranger?â
âNot girlfriendâjust friend,â Jungkook clarified quickly.
âFriend?â Hoseok looked at him curiously, âFriend with the occasional benefits or Friend youâre currently upset with?â
âNeither, just friend,â Jungkook shook his head, âI mean⌠like actual, genuine friend and⌠fuck, I donât know.â
âWho?â
Jungkook didnât say anything but it wasnât hard for Hoseok to connect the pieces, âY/n?â
To that, Jungkook nodded meekly.
âI mean⌠itâs normal to not talk everyday. We donât talk everyday, I send you like a hundred Instagram reels a day that you donât see me crying about,â Hoseok said, skipping from 15 to 17 and hoping Jungkook didnât catch the reps he didnât do, âWhich by the way, you could at least bother to react to every now and then.â
âSorry, youâre right, Iâm overthinking it,â Jungkook said, âAnd youâre not done, you skipped ahead.â
âFucker,â Hoseok cursed under his breath and hurried to do them properly before he could take a break, âBut honestly, whatâs up with you and Y/n? Arenât you âjust friendsâ?â
âWe are,â Jungkook bit his lip nervously, âI donât know Iâm being weird. Iâll just ask her what shes doing later.â
âBeing weird about what?â
Jungkook looked at him with wide, rounded eyes like heâd just been caught doing something he shouldnât have and the words came out in a shy whisper, âNothing.â
âŽ
Over the night Jungkook reached out to you. He sent you some stupid text about a new tv show heâs watching that he thinks you could get into. It wasnât anything serious or anything but it brushed past what happened. It was normal.
Things were normal and clearly nothing had happened that night so you were overthinking for no reason.
âYou donât want to go?â Mirae asked, watching you stare at your reflection for the hundredth time trying to find something off about your appearance.
âI do, weâre going, donât worry,â You looked around, âI just need perfume.â
âWhereâs Jungkook?â She asked, standing up for you to give her some too. You checked the ETA on your Uber before answering.
âHuh? Heâs probably already there, I donât know. Letâs go downstairs, the Uberâs pulling up,â You told her as you quickly grabbed your things and began to walk out your room. Your friend followed suit, âAnd then weâre going out with Namjoon and Jisoo, right?â
The only reason Mirae agreed to come with you was so that you could go with her and the guy she likes later. A couple days ago Jungkook let you know that Taehyung was going to have a few friends over to watch some MMA fight on tv and drink. You still felt awkward seeing him in person and he knew you had no reason to say no so there was no point in trying. In the end you asked Mirae to join you and after begging, she agreed. She had plans with one of the guys from last week and found it perfect to have you tag along after.
Youâve been to Taehyungâs place once or twice before â usually with Jungkook â but it was different to walk in without him.
âLook who finally showed up,â Taehyung said with a smile as he opened the door for you and Mirae, âHi Y/n, and Mirae right?â
The two have met before but it was brief and awkward so you were surprised he even remembered her name but they greeted each other politely anyway. You looked around, surprised to see a lot more people than you anticipated, âDoesnât look like a couple friends, Tae.â
âIâm a social being,â Taehyung said with a hand to his chest, âJungkook is somewhere around here. I thought youâd be coming with him and then got stuck waiting around for you to show up.â
âI need a drink first.â
Jungkook was across the room talking with some people you didnât know. It wasnât hard for you to see that the one closest to him was a pretty brunette with a soft smile and big eyes. She talked with him the most and you had no idea who she was. For all you know he couldâve come with her tonight or just met her and really hit it off, youâre not sure, and youâd rather not know.
He barely knew the girl but Yoongi introduced her to him a while before you got to Taehyungâs place. He had been staring at his phone anxiously waiting for a text that never came and the next thing he knew, Yoongi was having him meet Sera. She was pretty and easy to talk to, paid attention to him even when others talked and stood by him wherever he moved to. It was alright, he didnât mind the extra attention but it wasnât⌠that interesting.
Sera said something in his ear that he had to lean down to hear properly but in all honesty he wasnât listening to begin with. If anything it reminded him of when you whispered in his ear but it didnât feel the same. His eyes scanned the people that arrived over time, occasionally drifting to the door and stopping once he saw you walk in. You wore a short black dress that accentuated your legs and it was hard for his eyes to remain on your face. Mirae was dressed similarly and you both looked out of place in a good way.
âHow do you know Taehyung?â He heard Sera ask and he answered with little eagerness, watching you talk with his friend and head for the drinks.
âWe met a few years ago when I first moved to the city,â Jungkook said, looking down at her trying to focus but his mind had gone elsewhere. Turning to Yoongi he said, âIâm gonna go say hi to Y/n.â
Yoongi could try and keep him around but there was no point. Jungkook was walking off before anyone could stop him. He left Sera alone with the others so he can talk to you. Since you last seen each other and had the âAlmost Kissâ he had only texted you. Youâve both had a busy week with work and nerves probably kept you apart.
He didnât like that. He didnât want to overthink anything. He just wanted to talk to his friend.
âWhat are we drinking?â He asked with an overly gracious smile, slipping himself between you and the counter so you were forced to look at him.
âDepends, what have you had?â You asked, immediately feeling yourself tense for a second before you realized who it was.
âNothing too strong just yet,â Jungkook admitted, âIâve been waiting for you all night.â
He greeted your friend quietly before looking back at you and where you stared off at, âReally? Iâve been here for a while, I figured you wouldâve noticed earlier if youâve been waiting all this time.â
He could sense the small sarcastic tone in your voice but there was nothing strange to it. You usually talked this way with him, always sounding close to flirting or jealous or⌠interested in him. It was confusing at first but overtime heâs learned to ignore the tone or offer it back. It works for your friendship.
âI mightâve gotten a little distracted,â He couldnât help but smile, âWhat time did you get home last night?â
âEarly,â You said with a shrug making his brow arch, watching you pour yourself a mix of rum and coke.
âThen why didnât you text me back?â He asked.
âI didâwell, I was going to,â You began to say, feeling yourself on the edge of smiling as you thought up an excuse, âI forgot.â
âRightâŚâ Jungkook rolled his eyes looking over at Mirae instead, âYou both look nice, did you just have dinner or something?â
âNo, weâre meeting up with some guys in a bit,â Mirae said without much thought and you snapped your eyes to her. She looked up, catching the way Jungkookâs smile dropped a fraction lower and shifted her gaze toward you. Your glare was enough to tell her she shouldnât have said anything.
âGuys? The oneâs from the movie? What are you doing? Going out?â He asked, attempting to sound indifferent. Itâs not like he can say anything. He doesnât know why it doesnât sit right with him but it didnât. He didnât even know the guy but he knew you thought he was cute. Jungkook knew you were talking to him at least a little and that you wore a dress for him tonight.
âTake this,â You offered Jungkook the drink, âAnd weâre going out for a little bit but I think itâll be a casual night.â
âSuper casual,â Mirae laughed nervously, looking around, âWhereâs the bathroom? Iâll be back.â
Before you could follow after her, he stood in front of you.
âSo who were you talking to? Have I met her?â You asked, clearing your throat awkwardly. It was an attempt to take some of the heat off of you because this was feeling like an odd interrogation. Anyone passing but might think itâs a loverâs quarrel but it wasnât.
âIâve barely met her,â Jungkook said, âItâs Sora⌠Sua⌠Sera? Something like that, I donât know. A friend of Yoongiâs I met the other night.â
âCool,â You looked back to find her talking with someone else now.
âWhat about the cute and nice guy youâve been going on about? Youâre seeing him again tonight?â Jungkook asked, taking a sip from the cup and leaning against the kitchen counter. He had a good view of you standing a couple feet away and he had to resist the urge to pull you closer.
âI have not been going on about him, thereâs nothing going on,â You told him with an exaggerated sigh, leaning into him absentmindedly and feeling his hand on your side keeping you steady, âI asked Mirae to come with but she had plans with them after and just asked me to tag along.â
âAlright, you donât have to explain it.â Jungkook said, sounding like he was brushing you off but not meaning to. Obviously he was happy you were here and talking to him but he didnât want to hear more. It was beginning to sound like you were explaining yourself to him. Making yourself sound better after he asked you about Namjoon. He doesnât even know why he asked you about that guy, he doesnât care.
âAlright, I wonât,â you crossed your arms over your chest looking away from him, âDonât ask me about anyone then.â
Jungkook had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from responding. He didnât have anything to say because all he wanted was for you to tell him a little more about Namjoon. Why did he act like he didnât care when he did?
Without bothering to ask anything he was scared to know about, he turned away from you and looked back at the people he was standing with before. You walked off to find Mirae, a little annoyed with Jungkook for reasons you couldnât understand and needed to get away. Whatever, you almost kissed and considering he hasn't said anything about it itâs clearly not on his mind. If thatâs the case why does he act like he cares about who you talk to only to stop you when you explain yourself?
When he joined Yoongi and the others again he acted like he didnât care that you wandered off away from him. He didnât seem bothered when you left later that night without saying goodbye and didnât check his phone once for a text from you.
He canât explain why but he doesnât know how to feel about you. For so long now it feels like youâve just been a close friend to him. Youâre someone he calls when heâs bored and thinks of when he finds something funny. You get him like a friend, you donât expect much either. Youâre more like the guys heâs friends with, and youâre not like the girls whoâve tried to get with him. He doesnât know how to explain it but he likes having you around and the last thing he wants to do is complicate things by catching feelings.
Especially when he doesnât know how you feel and heâs too nervous to ask. Itâd be crossing the line. Youâd probably be grossed out if he expresses interest in you. Heâs seen how quick you are to stop being friends with a guy who approaches you like a friend but wants to be with you.
Heâs already done too much by almost kissing you.
âY/n, good to see you and donât you look pretty,â Namjoon said later that night, hugging you in greeting when you met up with him and Jisoo. The club youâd gone to after Taehyungâs was lovely and packed with people everywhere that it was hard to find him in the first place. He brought a surprising smile to your face but youâre not sure how to feel about him just yet.
âThank you, thank you, dressed up just for you,â You told him playfully, leaning against the bar when Jisoo asked for your drink order. Namjoon was attractive and charming but⌠thereâs something holding you back even if you flirted with him absentmindedly. Was there much weight to your actions? Did you actually care to get to know him better?
âI like it, howâs your night been?â Namjoon attempted small talk. It was what your conversations usually consisted of. Even the first night you met you only talked about the movie and when Jungkook texted you, you talked about your friends too.
Heâs told you a little about himself and youâve told about yourself but not enough. Your mind always seemed off somewhere else.
Time passed by without wondering about Jungkook, using Namjoon as a distraction but it didnât work for as long as you hoped. When your night had dulled and your friends dared to call it the end, Namjoon looked at you for an invitation to your apartment that you never gave him. You went your separate ways and left on your own.
It was past 3am and you shouldâve gone to bed, not gotten on your phone to find someone to talk to.
âHello?â
âAre you sleeping?â You asked, falling on your bed and sinking into the pillows.
âWas trying to, whatâs up?â Jungkook asked with a small yawn that had you debating if you should hang up and let him sleep instead.
âNevermind, youâre tired I shouldnât have called,â You began to say, looking around for your phone charger to connect it before you end the call.
He sat up in bed, checking the time and sighing, âBut you did, are you still out with your new friends?â
âJungkook!â You whined, rolling onto your stomach and staring up at your dimly lit ceiling.
âIâm kidding,â He laughed softly, voice a little raspy from being half-asleep but he couldnât help but press you again, âBut are you?â
âI just got home but Iâm not tired. Iâm bored.â You admitted.
âWhat should I do about that?â Jungkook smiled, imagining the way you roll your eyes.
âI donât knowâŚâ You bit your lip in thought. You really werenât tired but that didnât mean you had to drag Jungkook around.
âWant me to come over?â He finally asked.
âItâs late.â
âI think we both know that.â He rolled his eyes, already getting out of bed so he could throw some clothes on, âDo you?â
âWhat would we do?â You asked, leaving your bedroom so you could get the front door unlocked for him.
He put his phone on speaker as he slipped on a pair of sweats and threw a hoodie over his head, âI donât know, we both donât work tomorrow. Maybe watch a movie?â
âAt this hour?â You asked. You could hear Jungkook huff, sitting on the edge of his bed unsure what to do, âYou really want to come over?â
âMaybe, you did ditch me tonightââ Jungkook started, getting cut off by yet another whine.
âNo I didnât! You know what, come over so we can talk,â You told him.
âIâm already getting dressed, chill out.â
It took only around ten minutes for Jungkook to come around and he walked into your apartment with a shake of his head. You mustâve left it unlocked earlier and he didnât like that. What if someone broke in? He locked the door behind himself, kicking his shoes off by the heels you wore tonight. The only light he could find came from your bedroom and he didnât hesitate to let himself in.
âWhat have I told you about leaving your door unlocked?â His words were barely heard over your scream of terror as you walked out of the bathroom dressed in a t-shirt and pajama shorts.
Once the scare wore off you said, âRelax I left it open for you.â
âSure you did, I bet it was for your new friâow!â He groaned dramatically when you hit his arm playfully. He laughed at your annoyance and threw himself on the bed, âIâm kidding. Whatâd you go do anyway? Did your dress leave him swooning?â
âYouâre so annoying,â You sighed jumping down next to him, âJust say youâre jealous.â
âJealous?â A scoff left his lips.
âSounds like it,â You looked for your remote, âWhat do you wanna watch?â
âIâm not jealous. If you want to go hang out with another guy then do what you want,â Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, âWeâre just friends, anyway.â
You raised a brow in confusion and surprise by his tone with you, âAnd if I wanted to donât you think I would be doing that right now?
âI mean you did earlier when you left,â Jungkook said annoyingly.
âGo home if youâre going to argue with me,â You told him, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest with frustration.
âHell no, I drove over at this hour, Iâm sleeping here,â As if to make his point more clear, he made himself comfortable on your bed.
âNot if youâre going to act mean.â
âIâm not!â Jungkook scoffed, leaning up with your pillows, âIâll stop, whatever, fine. Donât kick me out, itâs so late. I drove all the way here for you.â
âItâs like a ten minute drive,â You groaned when he pulled on the end of your hoodie, âWhat?â
âThis is mine,â Jungkook looked at the gray apparel, âI donât remember giving it to you.â
âYou didnât, but you left it in my car,â You tried to pull back but it was no use. Jungkook wasnât letting you move away.
âSo? Doesnât mean itâs yours. I want it backââ
âIâll wash it,â You pulled your covers up to hide yourself underneath but there was no point. A smirk appeared on his face, âI want it now though.â
You didnât say anything as he pulled you closer, falling over him a little. His hand slid down your waist keeping you against him, too close to be appropriate for two friends.
âWhat are you gonna do? Take it off me?â You dared to ask, making yourself comfortable against his chest. Part of you knew you shouldnât be laying in bed like this with your friend.
âShould I?â He asked in a low whisper, fingers slipping up your back just under the hoodie where he could feel your bare skin. You didnât wear anything underneath and it made him want to explore more.
You didnât say anything or bother to push his hand away. You kind of liked his touch, it was gentle but his fingers were rough from all the time he spends at the gym. Your body lay on his, leg nearly hooked around his waist and looking down at him with curiosity.
Jungkook could make out small fragments of makeup you couldnât get all the way off. There was still a small outline of lip gloss and your lashes were dark and long. Your cheeks still had a hint of blush but even in this state you were pretty. He canât get the image of you in that dress earlier out of his mind.
You were oddly close to him and found yourself in the same predicament as last time. Your lips only centimeters apart from his and a need to close that space. Jungkook parted his lips in a breath, catching the way you looked at him and his hand had slowed down its caress until it was tracing a soft line against your spine.
He felt the shift of your upper body when you tried to lean up, almost closing the space but hesitant still.
You wanted to kiss him. He can tell and he wanted to kiss you just as bad. This time around there were no interruptions so what was stopping him from leaning into you too?
âHow much did you drink tonight?â Jungkook found himself asking before he could stop himself. It wasnât the right time to ask but he wanted to know if this was just something that happened when you were drunk or could it happen sober too?
âI donât know, I stopped drinking like a while before I got home,â You leaned back, brows furrowed together, âWhy? You drank tonight too?â
âI went home a little after you left,â he admitted. It was around midnight when you left Taehyungâs to go with Mirae and those guys. Heâd barely managed to survive at the party much long after that and called it an early night. Youâd been out longer than he had.
âOkayâŚâ You pushed off of him, feeling his arm loosen around you, âThat was kind of random.â
Jungkook knew he should have stayed quiet. He shouldâve just kissed you and see where things couldâve gone but he had to ruin it. He had to ask you something that was eating at him.
All heâs been able to think about lately is possibly kissing you and this time around he ruined it all on his own.
âY/n,â He poked your side to get your attention but you had your back to him, turned on your side and tuned him out.
You felt stupid for even attempting to kiss him. He pushed you away after what felt like him flirting with you and it was embarrassing. He just sees you as a friend so you have to stop doing this.
With a huff of frustration, he stretched himself out on his side of your bed and stared at the night landscape on your flatscreen. In a few short moments itâd go into sleep mode on its own and the room would go pitch black.
You mustâve been tired, worked up or even a little buzzed still but you fell asleep long before he did. Youâd been so tired you didnât notice when your cell phone fell onto the bed in the space between you and just as he felt himself close to sleep, the screen lit up the room.
Jungkook planned on ignoring it, not caring who mightâve texted but something in him told him to look. Plus, youâd be mad if you woke up in the morning and your phone wasnât charging. He picked it up, eyes squinting at the bright light and read the notification.
namjoon: did u make it home safe ????
Here he was sleeping in your bed while another guy texted you. How dumb is he?
You flirt with him but you donât want him, simple as that and he doesnât know if he could take it anymore. After some contemplation, he carefully got out of your bed and rounded to your side. He found your charger and connected your phone before he left your bedroom quietly and went home before you could wake up.
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Your office felt oddly cold that following Monday. You spent Sunday holed up in your bedroom trying to figure out what happened over the weekend and youâve somewhat come to terms with it when you texted Jungkook and he chose not to respond.
You werenât in the mood to work but there was nothing you could do about it. The clients you were supposed to meet with postponed the lunch meeting to later in the day so really, you could go home for a while but you also didnât want to. It would make you think about how you almost kissed Jungkook and how he pushed you away and left in the middle of the night like you were some one night stand or something.
âIâm not going out anymore,â You told Jimin as you walked into his office, âI make poor decisions when Iâm under the influence and Iâm done.â
âWhy? I thought you went out with Mirae,â Jimin said swiveling his chair out from under his desk top, âWhich by the way, fuck you both for no invite.â
âIt was last minute,â You told him, leaning against a shelf, âAnd I regret it.â
âWhy?â
âStop asking me questions, I canât explain it,â You whined, covering your ears dramatically which only made your friend roll his eyes.
âYou storm into my office complaining and Iâm not allowed to ask questions? What happened to a positive work environment?â Jimin asked with a scoff.
âItâs hard to explain, it was great when I was with Mirae and Namjoon and Jisoo butâŚâ You bit your lip nervously.
âBut what?â Jimin waited. He knew how your night went because Mirae filled him in on everything. He had known you went to Jungkookâs friendâs place to pregame and if it wasnât the group you were with that left you stressed it had to be Jungkook. You think youâre so secretive about the trials and tribulations of your âfriendshipâ with him.
âNothing,â you sighed out, checking your phone. Maybe you just needed to give it a few days for the embarrassment to go away and youâll be fine again.
Jimin looked at you expectantly, deciding to take a different route for his questions, âSo how was it with Namjoon? Mirae is all Heart Eyes for Jisoo.â
âHuh? Oh, no itâs nothing like that,â You told him honestly, âWe talked yesterday and I donât know, I think itâs obvious weâre good as friends right now.â
âSo no feelings at all?â Jimin asked, watching you shake your head, so he kept pushing, âReally? Have you actually thought about it though? I thought heâd be someone whoâs your type or something.â
You stayed quiet, not bothering to hear him out as you let your mind run rampant. Namjoon is attractive but heâs just a friend and he knows that. If you were not emotionally available you might have given him a better chance but right now you know you feel something for Jungkook. Itâs stupid considering he clearly doesnât want you but it would be unfair to Namjoon if you used him to get over the other.
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It took over a week for Jungkook to get the courage to talk about you. He wanted you, he wanted you so bad but there was something holding him back. Heâs mad that youâre possibly interested in someone else and heâs pissed that he ruined your chance at kissing. Heâs annoyed with himself for many reasons and the only thing he thought to do was distance himself from you.
Thereâs no point in asking to hang out all the time if youâve got someone youâre interested in, you'd probably rather spend time with.
Throughout the week he found himself joining his other friends and whatever they did instead of seeking you out like usual. If they thought it strange no one had the nerve to question it. It was obvious there was something going on between you and considering Jungkookâs been on edge nobody wanted to push him to know more.
On Tuesday he met up with Yoongi for dinner and surprisingly enough some other people showed upâSera (the girl from the party) being one of them. She talked to him the most like last time and it was clear she was very interested in him. He was flattered but that was it. He was too stuck on you even when you werenât talking.
By the time the weekend rolled back around, Jungkook let himself be dragged to another night out. Yoongi and some of his other friends got him out for a couple drinks at a few bars. He didnât mind it, but it was weird when Sera and others showed up. It felt oddly like a set-up and he wasnât sure what to make of it.
âSo you donât think sheâs hot?â Hoseok asked as he waited at the bar with Jungkook for the round of drinks heâd just ordered. Jungkook looked back at the group finding Sera looking at him but he just looked away.
âSheâs⌠sheâs alright,â Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, âI donât know, not really my type though.â
âWhy? Because sheâs not Y/n?â Hoseok asked with a scoff that made Jungkook roll his eyes. Out of everyone Hoseok was always the main one to point out his relationship with you. It all started when Hoseok made a comment months ago about how he thought you were hot and Jungkook was a little too quick to shut it down. It was weird for him to think of two of his friends going out or talking and Hoseok took that as a sign that Jungkook wanted you⌠which wasnât true.
Anyway, the point is, Hoseok always brings you up around him and tonight was no different.
âWhere is she anyway? I feel like I havenât seen her around in a while,â Taehyung said, appearing out of nowhere holding a drink of his own.
âYou saw her last weekend,â Jungkook told him.
âYeah, but I havenât seen her with you,â Taehyung clarified but Jungkook didnât seem to care anymore. Hoseok nudged Jungkook and with a drink, âLetâs go talk with Sera and maybe you can introduce me to her friend.â
Taehyung let the other two leave and without thinking he grabbed his cell phone and dialed your number.
You were hanging out at Jiminâs place after finishing some work with him and Mirae when Taehyung called, âHello.â
âHey Y/n, where are you? What are you doing?â Taehyung asked looking back at Jungkook who looked tortured to be sandwiched between Sera and Hoseok.
âAt a friendâs place, whatâs up?â You asked looking between your friends who looked back at you with curiosity.
âCome to JJâs Bar, weâre all here,â Taehyung kept it simple. In all honesty, he genuinely likes having you around. Youâre funny and like Jungkook in a way. When Jungkook brought you around it was surprisingly easy to befriend you and youâre someone he likes seeing. He thinks you and Jungkook should get together some dayâif you havenât already. He doesnât understand why it hasnât happened yet when you both clearly want to and okay, he mightâve cut in on that first night but he swears he was drunk. He didnât mean to and since then youâve been distant from each other.
Heâs been trying to invite you since Jungkook wants to be too stubborn to admit he wants you around.
âWhoâs we? Yoongi? Jungkook?â You asked, beginning to gnaw on your bottom lip, âLet me think about it.â
When you hung up, Jimin was the first to speak, âI can drive you.â
âI donât know⌠I havenât really been talking to Jungkook this weekend,â You admitted to making Mirae roll her eyes.
âWe know, but itâs obvious you want to. Youâve been depressed all week,â She said, trying to convince you to be honest about your feelings. Neither one of you wants to admit whatâs going on between you so you just keep going around it. Youâve been off for a couple weeks now and everyone can see it but you two.
At the bar Jungkook was bored. He wasnât in the mood to drink or be out with everyone but he dragged himself along because he had nothing better to do. He wasnât going to stay home staring at his phone or getting FOMO because he missed his friends. He doesnât want to be here but he doesnât want to be home.
Frankly, Jungkook knows where and with who he wants to be but heâs too stupid to pick up his phone and call you.
âJungkook, be honest, are you seeing anyone?â Sera finally asked as she noticed him stare at his phone screen. The bar was dark with colorful lights here and there, packed with people and he was more interested on his phone. Sheâs done everything she can to get him to notice her but it feels like she keeps falling shorts. He talks to her, close to flirting but never all the way, yet she canât tell how he feels. Well, no, she can tell heâs thinking about something else but everyone tells her heâs single. She remembers seeing you at Taehyungâs last weekend, it was the most interested he looked in anything but the two of arenât⌠dating [?] so what was his deal?
âWhat?â He turned with surprise written on his face. Sera was blunt and it caught him off guard.
âWell, I think youâre hot and I want to get to know you but I donât know where your head is at,â Sera said loudly over the music. He was flattered butâŚ
âYou actually came!â Taehyung greeted you warmly, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug as you found him and the others. You hugged him back and looked at everyone, not remembering him mentioning any of the other women hereâor the one Jungkook was talking to.
âY/n,â Yoongi said hello, âDo you want a drink?â
âUmâŚâ
âI uh,â Jungkook blinked in disbelief as he looked at you just a few feet away from him. He didnât know youâd be here, how? âItâs complicated.â
He tried to sit there and focus on Sera but it was hard. He didnât want to just ditch the girl out of the blue but you havenât spared him a single glance. Itâs like youâre here for his friends but not for him and he didnât like that. Youâre supposed to be his friend not theirs.
You stood back, nervous to greet him. You barely know the girl but what if itâs someone heâs interested in? What if youâre just supposed to be someone he calls when heâs bored and flirts with when no oneâs around? What if youâve read too much into it and let your feelings get involved? You debated approaching him or not especially considering how he left you alone in bed after pushing you away from a kiss. Was it a mistake coming here? Whatâd you even hope could happen?
âJungkook,â You waved, hoping you didnât sound too nervous or bothered while also not sounding too enthusiastic in case that was a girl he was after. You just needed to sound friendly. Thatâs it.
Sera looked between you with peaked curiosity. Sheâd notice his attention had left her a while ago but now she sees why. Jungkook didnât bother looking back at her as he stood up, making his way over to where you stood.
âYou didnât tell me you were coming,â He said shifting his eyes around, âWho invited you?â
âI canât hang around your friends anymore?â You asked bluntly, âWhat do you mean who invited me?â
âI just⌠I didnât knoâshould we get a drink?â His voice shook with anxiety as his hand slipped down your back to lead you to the bar. He wasnât doing anything wrong talking to Sera but for some reason he didnât want the two of you around each otherâespecially after she just told him she was interested.
âIâll probably leave, I donât want to be somewhere Iâm not wanted,â You said bitterly, trying to step away from him but he didnât let you get far from his arms.
âI want you here, of course I do. I just wanted to know who texted you,â Jungkook told you looking at his friends and the only one that was smiling, âTaehyung?â
âYeah, he asked me to come but if itâs going to be a problem Iâll just leave,â You kept saying.
âWhy would it be a problem? Iâve been meaning to text you butâyknow, um,â Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, leading you away from the group. Itâs not that he didnât want you around them but he was only comfortable with you right now. He didnât need everyone hearing him.
âAlright, you donât have to explain it,â You brushed him off, turning to the bar and debating if you wanted a drink or not. You werenât in the mood to but now that youâve seen Jungkook with another girl, you might.
âKook, Y/n, want a shot?â Taehyung asked, trying to get you both to go back with everyone.
âIâm driving,â Jungkook said. He had a small sip earlier but heâs not here to drink all night then get stuck Ubering--especially not now that youâre here. What if you go home with him [he means take you home].
âY/n?â He turned to you only and you contemplated. Jungkook bit his lip in thought, tempted to say no on your behalf but he wanted to know what youâd do. Taehyung invited you tonight and last weekend too, why? Heâs happy youâre here but why is Taehyung the one making a move?
âIâm good, Iâll get something else,â You lied, turning away from the group. Part of you wanted to leave then and there but Jimin dropped you off and youâd need to call him back.
Jungkook didnât hesitate to follow you to the bar but you didnât try and order anything. He even asked if you wanted something but you didnât, âJungkook just be honest, should I leave? I know you said you want me here but I donât know⌠if you wanna hang out with your friends or, yknow, other girls I donât want them to get the wrong idea. I just came because I wanted to talk but⌠I donât know.â
âIs it because of Sera? Y/n, I donât like her or anything. I want you here, Iâm sorry for not inviting you,â Jungkook tried to reassure you but you werenât really listening.
âThis isnât about her, itâs you. Youâre the one being confusing, Kook,â You admitted.
âMe?â He looked genuinely taken back, âHow?â
You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as a shield between you knowing heâd try and pull you closer like he usually did. You werenât the type to argue with someone in public but you were a little annoyed.
âAre we friends? Because if we are donât try and kiss me then ignore me for days and go out with someone elseââ
âAre you serious right now?â He asked, âThatâs what youâre mad about? Youâve been doing that to me for the past few weeks with your friend Namjoon.â
âWhat? Thatâs not true, Iâve told you every time I was gonna hang out with him. You only call me when you think Iâm with someone else,â You told him bitterly.
âYou donât honestly believe that. I call you more than you bother reaching out to me. You only call me when you need a ride or youâre drunk and bored,â Jungkook said, standing a foot away from you so you could hear him better, âYou flirt with me and I think thereâs something there but then you brush me off or go with someone else. Iâve been trying to make things more clear but you make it so hard.â
âI make it hard?â Your jaw nearly dropped, âAlright this is stupid. I donât want to talk about it anymore.â
He knows what youâre doing and he doesnât want to play along. Any time the two of you talk about something a little too complicated you start to backtrack in order to avoid it. No, if you wanted him to be honest you had to let him. After the first night you almost kissed, you didnât message him for a couple days. Heâs the one who reach out to you. This time around heâs the one that left because Namjoon was on your phone and he didnât know what to make of it. He shouldâve asked if anything was serious between the two of you but he was too cowardly to do it and left instead. Maybe you were mad he didnât reach out but why didnât you try? Yes, you came here hopefully looking for him but the second you see him talking to someone else and confront him about it suddenly youâre shutting down?
Whoâs leading who on?
Yoongi saw most of your interaction from across the bar. You werenât full on arguing but itâs obvious the two of you had things you wanted to say but didnât know how. After a while he didnât want to just sit back and ignore it. He at least wanted to know if you were both alright.
When he made his way over he tried asking you again if you wanted a drink or if Jungkook wanted to join him outside. You took that as a sign to make an escape for a moment and rushed to say, âIâm going to the restroom.â
Jungkook was stuck between following and waiting for you or going with Yoongi but his hand trembled with nerves and he needed fresh air. His friend offered him a smoke and he took it reluctantly knowing youâd hate the smell of it on him. Even when heâs sort of upset with you he canât make himself do something you donât like.
âWhat are you guys fighting about?â Yoongi asked taking the cigarette Jungkook rejected and lit one for himself.
âItâs stupid,â Jungkook mumbled under his breath.
âClearly not when you look worked up,â Yoongi said, âTell me.â
âThereâs been a couple times that we almost kissed and I thought she was talking to someone else but now sheâs acting upset with me and I donât know why. Iâm not doing anything, the other night we almost kissed again but I couldnât bring myself to do it and then the guy texts her. I didnât know Taehyung asked her to come and now she thinks I donât want her here and probably thinks Iâm into Sera but Iâm not,â Jungkook began to let it all out, hands running through his hair nervously.
Yoongi couldnât hide the look of surprise on his face over the fact that you guys had never kissed before. It was sort of a running joke between all of them that youâre both secretly hooking up but it appears not to be the case. You both had been good friends until then and all the bottled up emotions are finally begging to be let out. It made him chuckle over how dumb it was.
âDid you bother to ask her about him? Actually ask and not make assumptions like you always do?â Yoongi asked, âBecause honestly, I think youâre both into each other and donât know what to do about it.â
âYou donât get it hyung, I canât just ask Y/n thatâŚâ Jungkook groaned with frustration, âIâm being so pathetic, arenât I?â
âA little. You pay for a parking spot specifically for Y/n and sheâs not even your girlfriend. You want her to be so just talk it out.â
âIâm gonna talk to her,â Jungkook bit his lip, watching Yoongi finish up and ask him if we was ready to go back in. When he did, you were standing there talking to Sera and he wasnât sure what it could be about.
Honestly, it was nothing to worry about. She saw you looking clueless after your restroom break and introduced herself as one of Yoongiâs friends. Although you wanted to ask her about Jungkook she didnât even bring him up. When he went up to you both but placed a dominant hand around your waist.
It answered what Sera already knew, that he was claimed for even if neither of you said it. His heart was with you.
âAre you mad at me?â He asked suddenly, âFor the other night?â
âNo, Iâm confused,â You let him turn you in his arms so that you faced him, âI thought you wanted to kiss but then you stop it and when I wake up youâre gone. Itâs fine if you just want to be friends but donât lead me on like that.â
For a moment he wasnât sure what to say. He didnât think youâd say it so bluntly but you did. Youâve been thinking about those Almost Kisses youâve shared just as much as he has. He just didnât expect you to be thinking he was leading you on. He thought you were leading him on.
âIâm not⌠Can we go and talk somewhere?â He asked, trying to take your hand in his but you rejected his advance. Once again you probably looked like a couple arguing and it was so stupid.
âI just wanna go,â You told him and to keep you from leaving he pushed his keys into your hands.
âLetâs go then,â He said. You looked at him with a small smile, feeling somewhat upset with him but also unsure what to do. Part of you wanted to leave on your own but you also wanted to hear him out.
You pushed them back into his hand with a sigh, âNo, youâre here with your friends, I shouldnât have even bothered.â
âY/n, I donât care I wanna leave with you, letâs go,â He turned to his friends, not bothering to get closer as he began to wave, âIâm gonna call it a night guys, Y/nâs taking me home.â
âKook,â You couldnât help but whine. He just smiled, leading you out the club and you learned he wasnât kidding. He really was making you take him home in his own car, hoping itâd keep you from parting ways with him tonight.
âI didnât know it seemed like I was leading you on,â Jungkook said, almost sounding bitter at the thought of it. He slumped back in the passengerâs seat staring out at the dark city lights trying to process what you time him not too long ago.
You didnât say anything and that made him turn to you, âYouâre the one thatâd ditch me for that Namjoon guy.â
âI didnât ditch you, every single time you asked me about him and I tried telling you how it was, youâd stop me,â You reminded him, thinking back to every time heâd bring up someone else and ignore every time you told him it wasnât anything serious, âAnd how was I not supposed to think you were leading me on? One second you act like you want to kiss and the next youâre pushing me away.â
âIâm not saying youâre wrong about how I acted but it was because I was jealous. You knew I was jealous I just kept acting like I wasnât and look at where we are now. Youâre mad at me,â Jungkook shook his head, âAnd I want to kiss you. I think about kissing you all the time and that nightâthose nights⌠I regret not doing it but sometimes I canât read you.â
âI never know where your headâs at. One second youâre in my arms and I think thereâs something between us but then you⌠I donât know, I feel like you know Iâll always be around,â He admitted, looking out his window to avoid your sudden stare.
The rest of the ride was silent and though Jungkook could tell there was a lot on your mind you werenât saying any of it. He feels more assured now knowing that you felt the same way he did but itâs like going in circles talking about this. He just wants to get you in his arms and act like you both havenât made it more complicated than it needs to be.
When you parked his car in the lot of his apartment, you turned the engine off and turned to face him, confused on what to do now. Do you sleep over or get yourself a ride home? Jungkook had pushed his seat back to get more comfortable but now it felt like you were farther from him than he liked. You looked back to find him already staring at you. His eyes fell to the way you nervously licked your lips and he couldnât take it anymore.
The sound of his belt unbuckling caught you off guard you almost missed how he leant forward so suddenly you nearly pulled back. His lips collided with yours with such need that you met with equal eagerness. He slipped his hand down your hair toward your neckline keeping you from pulling back. Jungkook doesnât know how to describe the kiss.
It was good, better than he imagined but was it the kiss or just you? Was it the fact that was finally getting a taste of you? You leaned forward, bumping into the middle console to kiss him a little harder, tongues meeting in a wet, tender way that had you gasping lightly. If this was what was on your mind for so long, you now knew why. Kissing him felt good, felt different and you didnât want to stop.
âInside,â He tried to say between kisses but he found it hard to pull away. The word just came out in an airy whisper, struggling to find sound.
He pulled back with a small groan, hand in your hair and forehead pressed against yours as he tried to catch his breath, âLetâs go inside, please?â
Your small nod was enough for him to storm out of the car, rounding to your side and helping you out of the car, leading you up. Up the stairs he stopped every now and then to plant a small kiss on your shoulder or neck, arms around your waist.
âDonât like when youâre mad at me,â Jungkook said, unlocking his door and taking you in, âAnd I was jealous about Namjoon, so stupidly jealous because he texted you and I saw it on your phone anââ
âThereâs nothing going on between us,â You assured him, âAnd I was never mad at you. I thought you didnât want meââ
âCrazy, youâre crazy to think that,â Jungkook cupped your face in his hands, âYouâre the only one I want and Iâm sorry I didnât make it more clear.â
You smiled, arms around his neck as he hoisted you up so he could kiss you better and walk toward his living room, âMe too.â
He carried you to the couch, taking a seat and pulling you onto his lap with ease. You didnât hesitate to make yourself comfortable, leaning down to kiss him as his hands moved up your waist. He let you take the lead for a little bit, head tilted to the side when you kissed near his ear making a small smile appear on his face. His ears were sensitive and everyone knew that. Whenever you tried whispering something in his ear, heâd practically have to shove you away or itâd make goosebumps form on his skin. Now youâre kissing up his ear lobe and he was sinking into the couch pulling you with him.
A light frown left his lips when he felt you nip at his lobe with your teeth and his head fell forward, nearly bumping your shoulder making him tug on your neckline to kiss your exposed collarbone. You lifted his chin with a light finger touch and met him with a kiss. His hands slipped under your top, feeling along your smile like heâs done before. He likes to feel how warm you are under his fingertips, like to feel your natural curves. You liked the way his rough hands felt against your sides when he ran his hands up, nearly touching your chest before tracing them back down.
Jungkook couldnât hide his growing erection when you pressed down against his lap. It didnât help that you were licking along his bottom lip tugging on it with your teeth until you were tongue kissing. He sat straighter, hands itching to rip your top off. Heâs seen you in sultry outfits that made his head turn everytime and heâs interested to see what was under.
âKook,â You sighed softly, pulling away from the sloppy kiss to catch your breath. Your lips felt number and swollen and his did too. He was so damn kissable and you canât believe you havenât done this yet. What were you so worried about all this time? He looked at you with these spark in his eyes and lip between his teeth, hands around your waist and bulge pressed against you. You looked down at his lap, shifting back a little before grinding forward again. A deep groan caught in his throat when you did it and he looked at you hopefully.
âYouâre so hot,â Your hands ran along his lean shoulders down toward the bottom of his shirts and helped you yank it off of him without a second thought. Youâve seen him shirtless countless of times, in person and on the phone. Youâve felt his body when heâs rolled over in his sleep to cuddle and it doesnât ever leave your mind how attractive your friend is. You remember when he first started getting his tattoos done and when he first started boxing. He got so much stronger and his tattoos just got so much hotter.
You leaned forward, kissing softly against his neck, hands feeling up his abs and hip bucking into him. His hands guided your hips against him, hard dick feeling constricted in his jeans and when you kissed near his pecs he released a light moan.
âStop, youâre going to drive me insane if you donât,â He groaned, hands pulling on your top.
âYou want me stop?â You asked, grinding down on him. You were starting to feel needy and aroused. If he wanted you to stop, maybe you should before you take it too far.
âNo,â Jungkook finally yanked your top off you, catching your lips with his, tongue searching the inside of your mouth, âDonât want you to.â
His hands wandered south, inching up the small fitted skirt you wore tonight. Last time he saw you in something revealing was when youâd gone off to see Namjoon wearing a dress. He remembered eyeing you closely wishing you werenât leaving and wondering if youâd dressed up for someone else. Now youâre grinding down on him with your skirt bunch around your hips, bucking into him with a thin pair of panties on and it drove him insane. His jeans were in the way of letting him feel your head against him and he couldnât take it. A small squeal left your lips when he swiftly turned you to lie on the couch, trapped underneath him with your legs around his waist.
Jungkook kept his hardened dick in his pants, pressed between your spread legs as he kissed down your neck, leaving love bites behind while his hands began to trace your sides. You breathed heavily in anticipation when he tugged your bra down exposing your breasts over the cups and he didnât hesitate to keep going. His touch was eager as he licked between them, cupping your right boob with his hand while kissing the other. He sucked your hardened nipple into his, humping his erection against your clit. You released a small moan when he ran his tongue around your bud, lost in himself Jungkook groaned when you pulled on his hair softly.
You snuck a hand between your bodies and reached for his belt. The jeans felt rough against your wet panties but it also felt good to have something to bump into. In all honesty, you liked grinding against him but you need more.
Now.
Jungkook lifted his body up slightly, not bothering to break away from worshiping you in kisses and helped you unbuckle his belt.
âYou want it?â Jungkook asked in a husky whisper, throat sore and lust in his eyes. You nodded your head watching him sit back on his haunches, using his skilled fingers to undo it the rest of the way and tug the zipper down. He kicked them off without much or a care for the things on his coffee table and with his other hand, he held your hips, âSay it.â
A soft whine left your lips as you got the hint and turned onto your stomach, your head so close to the armrest of the couch and knees digging into the cushion below you. Youâve been in this living room a hundred times but never thought youâd be in this position. He pulled your panties down with ease, not bothering with the skirt as he pulled it up so it was around your waist and gave him a perfect view of what you looked like bent over. He couldnât help but place a hand on the round of your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
Jungkook was pathetically desperate for you and couldnât find it in himself to pull away enough to pull his briefs all the way down. Instead, he lowered them enough for his hard cock to spring free. You hadnât said anything yet, seemingly stuck in a lust filled daze, arms using the side of the couch for support. He could see the slick lining your pretty cunt and he needed to be closer. He lined his member up with your files, grinding against you and feeling your wetness coat his member in arousal.
You released a moan, arching your back into the couch and ass back on him, âI want it.â
His cock twitched with need when you said it in your usual whiny tone. The tone you use when you call him late at night because youâre bored or annoyed with him. Jungkook nodded his head even though you couldnât see him, he used a hand on your hips and the other in his length to catch the small hook of your entrance. You were so unbelievably wet that his dick was covered, it made guiding the tip of his cock against your wet pussy better.
âYouâre so wet, baby, fuck,â Jungkook groaned, palming your ass as you waited so prettily for him to just fuck you already.
He can tell you were getting impatient by the way you shook your hips side to side and he couldnât help but smile. Feeling warmth burst through his chest he leant over your body, resting his arm next to yours and kissed your neck. Without another word, he pressed his face against your hair and thrusted forward. With just the first thrust, you felt the stretch of your walls around his girth. It hurt for only a few seconds as you took him in and you lifted your head, stopped by how Jungkook hugged you from behind.
âOh,â You gasped turning your head to look at him and he caught your open lips with a tongue kiss that made you relax against him. It took him a moment before he pushed the rest of his length into your tight pussy with a grunt.
Once he felt you relax, he tried to sit back, thrusting into you with care trying to adjust. You pushed back against his length, meeting his thrusts until you caught a steady rhythm and Jungkookâs fingers dug into your hips, watching the way you looked as he fucked you from behind in his living room. You felt so good to him. Your walls tightened around him deliciously making his head tip back losing himself to the feeling. âRight there.â
At this angle with your back down and ass up, his dick felt your innermost walls clench, he felt the curve of your pelvis and your butt felt soft.
âFuck,â your head fell against the arm rest trying to keep up with your pace but he was bigger than you ever couldâve thought of. Youâve felt a hint of it before but to have him inside you making your body shiver with need it was hard to focus on your movements. Jungkook could feel you slow down as you felt the pleasure build up inside you. It brought him back to attention and with more assertive energy, he placed a hand on your ass and the other on your lower back, making sure you stayed in position so he could fuck you.
Your jaw dropped when his strokes changed making him reach deeper inside you. This position always made you feel dirty in a good way and left you a moaning mess, letting him slam his hips into you. Swear beaded his forehead, fucking you chasing his and your pleasure.
âSo good, so fucking good,â He groaned, arm circling around your waist and lowering more of his hips into you. The tip of his cock hit that good spot deep inside that made you want to clench your eyes shut.
âKoo,â You tried to get out more of his name but it was harder to hold yourself together, fucking back onto his dick with eagerness, needy whimpers leaving your lips. You pushed against the armrest trying to stand up a little, itching to be closer to him.
You didnât even need to tell him anything, he pulled your back against his chest until your were nearly sitting back on his dick, grinding against him, taking every inch he gave you. He placed a hand on your navel, keeping you flush to his body, dropping needy kisses on your neck knowing itâd leave love bites in their wake.
Your orgasm began to build up inside you, so close to popping and it made you a little more pliant to take whatever he gave you. You fucked yourself back onto him while his other hand groped your tits, listening to his whispers of need in your ear telling you how good youâre taking it.
âJust like that, cum for me,â Jungkook said with a deep rasp to his usual delicate tone. Itâs like he wanted to walk you through it and fuck, it was working.
The moment your cunt clamped down around his dick leaving him to hiss through gritted teeth, he knew you were going to cum. He let you fuck yourself to release, whining in his arms and legs shaking as he held you up.
He slowed his hips, keeping himself to the hilt inside you feeling the way your orgasm made your body tremble for him. Your pussy was dripping around his length and he was tracing soothing lines against your spine as you fell back to the couch trying to catch your breath, âGood girl.â
His words had a clear effect on you still as your pussy twitched, making him smile. He never took you as the type to like pet names but he knew you liked to be praised. Well, he knew you hated being scolded but usually you listened to him when he did. Now he knows praising you feels a lot better.
Jungkook sucked in a tight breath as he began to pull out his aching member, worried youâd be feel uncomfortable right now. The need to cum was so heavily set into his body but he wasnât stupid. He knew he wasnât wearing any protection and though thereâs a chance youâre taking anything, he wasnât going to risk losing himself inside you. A little whine left your lips as he slipped out and you couldnât help but look back at him with furrowed brows.
âYou good?â He asked with concern, caressing your side lovingly. You didnât say anything, turning to sit up and wrap your arms around him. He groaned when you rubbed against his cock on accident and you looked down at it immediately.
He caught your stare and smiled, âCan we finish this somewhere else? The couch is a little too smallâŚâ
You laughed, âThereâs more?â
You were teasing him and you both knew it which only made him roll his eyes playfully. With a swift move, he lifted you up, carrying you to the bathroom catching you by surprise, âYou didnât think we were done yet did you? What about me?â
âŽ
A MONTH LATER
âYou guys are so bad at hiding it,â Mirae said as she sat in the packed booth of your friends, all watching you hold hands under the table. You looked at her with feigned innocence, shoving Junhkookâs hand off your thigh.
âHiding what?â You asked, looking at everyone around. Taehyung sat on one end, Yoongi next to him, Jimin there and Mirae too. They all looked equally unimpressed but your act but it was somewhat funny.
Jungkook tried to hide a grin but he was so bad at it. He smiled at you warmly, âTold you.â
âItâs your fault, I bet we couldâve hid it a little longer if you didnât smile,â You tried to say but even you didnât believe yourself. Jungkook didnât even bother to look guilty as he broke out in a laugh. Yoongi chuckled, looking at the way Jungkookâs cheeks flushed red when you looked at him a little too long.
âI knew the second Y/n stopped coming to work all moody because she wasnât talking to Jungkook,â Jimin pointed out and Mirae agreed quickly.
Hoseok sighed, âI knew when Jungkook stopped giving me killer workouts at the gym. I almost broke my shoulder.â
âWhoa, Iâm a great personal trainer,â Jungkook put a hand to his chest, âDonât come at my profession.â
âIâm not, Iâm pointing out the fact that you were always moodier when you didnât see Y/n,â Hoseok argued.
Jungkook couldnât even deny it so he didnât try. Instead he place his hand back down on your thigh and leaned into you to share the dinner menu, âAre you gonna try something new? Youâre picky.â
âI might want to expand my horizons,â You looked over everything with a concentrated expression.
He raised an amused brow at you, surprised when the server came around and you actually did try something new. He let the others go before him and when it came to being his turn, he ordered your usual.
âAre you switching it up too?â The server asked, all too familiar with the two of you and your eating preferences.
âItâs in case she doesnât like it,â He admitted with a sly wink in your direction. You hit his arm playfully and turned toward your friends who glared at you grossly.
âIâm losing my appetite,â Jimin teased, looking at Mirae as she texted away on her phone, âYou?â
âKinda, I donât know, Jisoo just asked what Iâm doing,â Mirae said.
Jungkook looked up with slight interest. He tried not to be the jealous type but⌠Jisoo is friends with Namjoon. Heâs met the guy now and heâs not that bad but heâs also way taller than him with a bulkier physique.
âWhat is he doing? Tell him and his friends join us,â Jungkook said suddenly making her furrow her brows at him.
âHe wants to see Namjoon again, I think heâs got a little crush on him,â You told her, making him shrug.
âThe guy is built,â he said, âI just wanna know what pre-workout he takes.â
âAnd to think you spent all this time not liking him because you didnât like Y/n talking to him,â Taehyung said, feeling the need to bring up the awkward part. You glared at him but he only smiled mischievously.
âHey, letâs move on from that,â You said leaning against Jungkook who pulled you closer, âWeâre all just friends.â
âExcept you two, so can you just say youâre dating already and we can go on with the usual?â Yoongi asked impatiently.
âI thought you said we were bad at hiding it,â your boyfriend sat up, pulling you into his arms giving you a tight hug and looked at his friends, âBut fine, this is my best friend and girlfriend.â
âWhoa, I thought I was your best friend now. Y/n canât have both titles,â Taehyung scoffed, sitting up, âI practically brought you two together. I mean yeah I was fucked up that first night but once I caught on I was the one always inviting Y/n over.â
âIâm the one who told Jungkook to get his head out of the gutters and talk to Y/n,â Yoongi said with a raised finger to state a point.
âNot to join in on the fight but⌠I also tried getting Y/n to talk about Jungkook and drove her to JJâs the other night,â Jimin leaned forward to say and suddenly they were all arguing over who brought the two of you together.
It was stupid but friendly and it made you laugh with amusement.
âIâm not the jealous type, right?â Jungkook asked you as he thought about what Taehyung said earlier instead of their current banter, âI didnât care that you talked to Namjoon⌠I just, y'know I didnât want you to like him, thereâs a difference.â
His face looked confused in a surprisingly cute way for your motorcycle riding, tattoo covered boyfriend and it made you smile. âOf course youâre not the jealous type.â
Jungkook smiled back warmly, leaning into you for a quick kiss.
When your food arrived you regretted ordering it just like he knew you would and he switched you plates like he knew he would. Aside from the obvious displays of affection nothing else changed for the two of you. Or at least you donât think it did.
He still came over whenever he felt like it and you bothered him at any hour of the day. When he wasnât sleeping in your bed trying to keep you from going to work he was checking his phone for a text from you throughout the day.
Youâre not sure if itâs because he was your friend first but your relationship with Jungkook was a perfect mix of love and affection with ease and playfulness.
Your best friend was the one for you and heâd been right in front of you the whole time.
::.
NO PART TWO
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Earth 1610 Miles x fem! reader
Synopsis! Miles cut ties with you, his best friend of nearly ten years, when he decided to not so kindly tell you the way you felt about him was how he felt about Gwen. Now weeks later when you show up with a new guy, he couldnât help but feel a covetous pit of envy burrowing deep inside his body.
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Genre: angst(? not really), suggestive bits
Warnings: Mature!, foul language, toxic on every end, mentions of cheating
Word count: 2k
Authors commment: unedited and poorly written scrap fic from a while ago but I really liked this piece of it so Iâm publishing it. One shot no second part. Enjoy <3
Do not copy! All rights reserved to Šaxeoverblade
It had been months since Miles had spoken to you. His parents were concerned. They kept asking where you were, Miles would just sigh and say you had been busy.
I mean it wasn't his fault, he just didn't feel the same way you felt. Why was he being punished for that, for liking Gwen instead of you? Granted, he couldâve been a little nicer in his delivery. Who was he kidding, he couldâve been a hell of a lot nicer, but it was too far gone to change it now.
You just wouldn't get it. You have been his best friend since infancy. With you everything felt familiar, safe even. But with Gwen, he felt alive. Why was that so wrong, why wasnât he allowed to be happy with who he wanted to be with?
He continued living his life as usual as he could make it. Still saving New York, still being Spiderman, still being Miles, just as life would be if he never met you. The ordinary.
Something that wasn't ordinary, was Gwen visiting. His dads party was happening, and even though he had just gotten into a big fight with his parents, he still wanted to go up and introduce her.
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It didnt take long for Mrs.Morales to hate Gwen. Rio was furious, I mean the girl had the nerve to call her by her first name! You would never do that. Plus this girl looked old enough to vote.
This was not someone Miles should be hanging out with, especially over you.
So Rio took it upon herself to invite you. She hadn't seen you in a long time anyway, so she missed âthe daughter she never hadâ. Knowing Miles would have to see you and eventually fix whatever happened between the two of you was just a bonus.
âŚ
When you walked through the door to the roof a little while after she sent you that text, Rio squealed with delight.
âJeff, papi mira! Itâs Y/nâ she saw a gift in your hand, something Gwen did not bring. âAh! Y/n Mija! ÂĄEs muy bueno verte! CĂłmo estĂĄ?â âGood Mrs.Morales, thank you for asking. How have you been? Sorry for not visiting, I've been busy.â ânonsense chiquita, Iâm so happy you could make it, venir, venir! Come say hi! Everyone has missed you!â You gave a curt nod, preparing yourself for all the questions from the big familia and more importantly, seeing Miles.
Rio paused, seeing a tall, attractive, dark skin boy with dreads behind you, holding your hand. She looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, âQuiĂŠn es eseâ you pretended not to hear her, instead walking next to him behind her as she went further into the party.
After a couple of minutes of reuniting with all of the family, you saw Jeff and gave him his present. He thanked you, âHey you know the girl Miles is with?â You looked around, still not seeing him. You shook your head no.
Jeff noticed the boy you were with was now holding your waist with one hand, standing next you. He side eyed him questionably. Jeff couldâve sworn you would only let Miles hold you like this, hating intimate acts physical touch from anyone but his son. Who was this guy who had won you over?
âMiles,â Rio paused looking at Gwen, âand uh you too I guess, Guess whos here! Come say hi! â Rio told miles, pulling him with Gwen following over to whoever his mom wanted him to see. âWhos here mami-â He was cut off by the sight of Y/n talking to his father, and some random-, holding your waist?
He furrowed his eyebrows, who in the hell is that?
âAy! Y/n look who!â Rio pushed her son forward so you could see him. He looked back displeased at his moms antics before turning to face you. Miles stared at you awkwardly, âUh, hey.â You nodded at him with pursed lips.
The girl you had seen in all the drawings appeared next to him, no doubt this was girl he liked instead of you.âUh-Hi! I'm Gwen!â She stuck her hand out, you looked at it before just nodding, causing her to drop her hand embarrassed, âY/nâ.
Rio smirked, happy you didn't like her either.
âSo who are you?â Miles asked looking at the guy holding your waist, a little more aggressive in his tone than he needed to be. Miles watched as the guy raised an eyebrow mockingly at Miles. âDre, nice to meet youâ. Dre stuck his hand out, Miles to look him up and down ignoring the gesture. Dre dropped his hand, smirking lousily at Miles' expression.
Miles couldn't help but notice Dre was about an inch taller than him.
He didnt like that.
âUm, so how do you two know each other?â Gwen asked, looking between you and dre.
âI'm her boyfriendâ
Miles unconsciously pulled his head into his neck, making the most aggressive stank face known to man. âSince whenâ he scowled, trying to hide the attitude in his voice. He wasnât hiding it very well. Dre responded for you, âfew weeks ago, why?â.
âhuhâ miles nodded ignoring the question, clearly annoyed. Dre kissed your shoulder, smirking harder, almost a full blown grin making its way to his face at miles expression. Miles's spider senses involuntarily made him aware of your heartbeat speeding up as you blushed, slightly giggling to yourself.
Miles had no clue why this bothered him so much. I mean he was right next to Gwen, the girl of his dreams. You being with this wannabe Luka Sabbat really shouldn't have bothered him so much. And why was your heart beating so quick from him kissing your shoulder? You didnt actually like this bum for real did you?
Feeling Miles prying eyes, you looked at him skeptically before turning to dre. âWell-uh we better get going before were late. Congrats Captain Morales,â you looked at Jeff and smiled lightly. âUm nice to meet you Gwen,â she nodded, grinning nicely. You turned to Rio âit's always nice to see you Mrs.Morales, contact me if ever need help with anything.â âYes mija. Thank you for stopping by.â You finally turned to Miles,
âMilesâ
âY/nâ
Gwen stared between the two of you confused. What was that?
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tap! tap! tap!
You groaned at the sound coming from your window. Covering your head with her blanket trying to ignore the noise, you pretended to be asleep.
The taps soon turned to knocks causing you to groan louder âDre hold on I heard youâ you got up begrudgingly leaving the comfort of your bed to open the window.
â-oh, it's you." Opening the glass surprised, you allowed Miles in. Miles stared you up and down, taking note of the fact you were in nothing but a big tee, a big tee he had never seen before.
âWhy is he coming to your room through the window?â He questioned, towering over you. âMiles what are you talking about?-â. âYou thought it was Dre at your window right? No te hagas la mudo y/n. Why is he coming through your window, especially this late at night.â
âI dont see how that is any of your concern. We havent spoken in weeks and you wanna pretend you care what's going on in my life, on my time? Nah, that's not how that works.â Miles scoffed. âWhos shirt is that y/n- cause I know it's not yours.â âIts Dreâs, but that none of your business-â âWhat is he? Some rebound?â He laughed sardonically. âI mean there's no way you even really like the dude, you just liked me!â You scoffed, âNot everything is about you miles, this has nothing to do with you, I moved on.â he looked at you âEstĂĄs mintiendoâ. âOh yea? What makes you think that huh? Y-you think i'm so stuck on you that i can't move on from- what? Some stupid crush on you? Get over yourself Miles-â âtu latidoâ he whispered. âWhat?â âYour heartbeat y/n, I know you're lying âcause your heartbeat.â You looked at him blanky, hiding the shock in your face as he stepped closer to you, leaving a small gap between you two.
âI can feel it, SĂŠ tĂş mi amas.â
He gently grabbed your neck, leaning down to kiss you. Your eyes widened before closing. Embracing the moment, you wrapped your arms around Miles' neck. Your mouth parted slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Feeling your knees buckle, Miles took his free hand and placed it on your backside, effectively stabilizing you. He could sense you, all of you.
Your heart was beating the fastest it ever had. He could feel your chest rising and falling as you struggled to breathe through your nose. Your pheromones were at their strongest. He smirked into the kiss, loving the effect he had on you.
This is wrong. You had a boyfriend, sure only for only about a month but you did still have one. And you were cheating on him with Miles of all people. Your lips shouldnât have fit together like puzzle pieces, chest rising and falling at the same time with your hearts beating in sync. It was natural, like you were meant for each other.
But he wasnât yours and you werenât his.
You knew you should stop. You should end this before it got too far, before it got to a point beyond something an apology could fix.
But if this was so wrong,
ÂżPor quĂŠ se sintiĂł tan bien?
You sat on your bed anxiously, zoned out at staring at the ceiling. It had been two days since theâŚincident.
Miles' tongue fought for dominance with yours. He guided you over to your bed, hands roaming all over you body needingly. You slightly tripped falling back onto the edge of the mattress, still kissing him passionately as he leaned over you. He stabilized himself putting his knee between your legs, placing his hands on either side of you. Your hands were woven into his curls, slightly pulling on them causing him to groan in the kiss. His tongue won, exploring your mouth as it pleased.
ring! ring! ring!
You pulled away from miles, a string of saliva visibly attaching the two of you as you moved further away. You breathed heavily as you looked at the user ID calling you.
DREBAE<3 is calling!
âŚ
answer-decline
You stared at the phone wide eyed. From your expression Miles knew exactly who had called you. âno respondas eso y/n.â Miles said sternly, so close you could feel his breath tickling your neck. The way he said it seemed less like a statement and more like an ultimatum. You looked up at Miles, your chest rising and falling quickly.
â...Hello baby?â you said as you put it on speaker staring at Miles, still trying to catch your breath. Miles scoffed looking at you, shaking his head in disbelief.
âHey mamiâ Miles looked at the phone in your hand with pure disgust. Who did this guy think he was giving you that nickname? Did he even speak spanish? âI need you, real badâ Dre said breathily through the phone, causing your eyes to go wider than they already were. Miles however, became very irritated. Who in the hell did this guy think he was? And why havenât you hung up the phone yet?
Miles quickly got up, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. It was clear who your choice was. He scoffed, walking back over to your window . To him it didnât matter what he said you to a few months ago, that he chose someone else over you. Or the fact you had a boyfriend who had every right to call you.
It was the fact it was only you and him right now, and you didnât choose him. He suddenly felt the feeling you mustâve experienced when he did this to you. And damn did it hurt.
Miles stared at your figure, an unreadable look in his eye. Going back through your window with one last glance at you, he shut it with a slam. âWhat was that baby?â Dre asked through the phone.
âuhm.. Just the wind I think.â
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I have recently watched scenes from a marriage with oscar isaac and my mind which connects everything with hubby javi immediately went to this:
imagine wifeâs and javiâs friends are going through a divorce, thereâs cheating m, miscommunication etc and just a very hard time.
I feel like Javi and Wife would have a conversation about this due to the proximity of it happening to their friends. One about trust and if theyâre happy. Itâs not about insecurity or anything just them both communicating effectively and giving the other reassurance that this is not on the cards for them.
I just value their relationship so much.
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A/N: Hiya anon! I hope itâs okay that I tweaked your request slightly to fit my version of hubby and wife. Enjoy â¤ď¸ Thanks so much for proofreading, @angelofsmalldeath-codeine !!!
Summary: You and Javierâs friends are going through a divorce, and it suddenly makes you wonder about your own marriage.
Pairing: Javier PeĂąa x f!reader (no y/n)
Tags: +18, talk about divorce, talk about cheating, brief descriptions of piv sex with creampie, hurt/comfort, love!, mention of pregnancy and pregnant reader, cuddling, kisses, Javier is a great husband and you are anxious
Word count: 1.6k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54352768
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Jonathan and Mira are getting a divorce. The news had been announced to you by Javier when he entered the dimly lit living room on a Thursday night, looking paler than a ghost after what you had wrongly assumed to be a same-as-always phone conversation about football, work and going out for a beer in the near future.Â
âNo!â You had instinctively covered your mouth with your hand to suppress an animated gasp. Apparently, Mira had come clean about seeing another man a few days earlier and it only took shy of two days for their whole marriage to crumble. The thought was and is terrifying.Â
It seems to dampen the mood between you and your husband significantly. There are more pregnant silences, longer stares, more hurried kisses, and worried faces in the middle of your daily routines that become opportunities for reflection when doing something mundane as folding laundry. However, the elephant in the room becomes most unbearable when Javier rolls off of you after making love to you a week after the news hit.Â
He stares up at the ceiling and pants as he tries coming down from his high, reaching up to run his fingers through his slightly sweaty hair. You shift on your side of the bed to turn your body towards him, and gently lay a hand on his chest, âThat was really good.â
âHm? What?â He replies, âOh right, yeah.â
âHoney,â you furrow your brow, âI donât think I particularly like having sex with you if youâre not here with me.âÂ
âLo siento (Iâm sorry),â his eyes find yours, his voice is genuine, âI canât stop thinking about Jon and Mira.â
Your eyes soften at that. It is nice to know that he is as shaken by this happening as you are, and in such close proximity to your own marriage too even if it technically has nothing to do with you. It suddenly hits why it has been so hard to start up a conversation about it.Â
âMe either,â you sigh and scratch his chest gently with your nails and lay your head on his shoulder. He takes hold of your wrist and rubs the back of your hand with his thumb in soothing circles, âI canât believe they ended up like that, who would have thought?â
âAnd Ava?â Javier sounds devastated and turns his head toward yours so he can rest his lips in your hair.Â
âShe must be so confused,â you mumble back, lost in thought. Ava is Mira and Jonathanâs daughter who sometimes has play dates with InĂŠs, and to think that she has to deal with her parents not being able to work as a couple, especially since Mira apparently had to go sleep with someone else, is a scenario that you find nauseating when your brain automatically starts imagining your own children in the same scenario. You donât think Lucas would ever forgive you if you caused that much hurt to his father, âI donât know what Mira was thinking. Ava has to deal with her mom having hurt her dad. Why would she put her through that?â
âJonathan said sheâs in love with this new guy,â Javier argues.Â
âI suppose sometimes you just fall in love with someone else,â you say without any emotion in your voice except for maybe a hint of disgust.Â
âAre you happy? With me?â The question has been looming over the both of you since the news hit. It was only a matter of time before one of you would start reassessing your own marriage.Â
You lift your head up to look Javier straight in the eyes, and even if you knew it was coming, you still feel taken aback by how much it makes your guts turn to even be told to consider it. The answer is so clear, âWhat? Iââ
âThatâs not an immediate yes,â he furrows his brow in concern.Â
âDonât be absurd,â you say back, âI love you so much itâs ridiculous.â
âBut do you ever worry about us?â He continues.Â
âThis is the part where you say you love me too,â you joke without much humor in your voice.Â
âAre you kidding? Iâm nothing without you,â he lifts the hand you still have on his chest to kiss your palm, âTe amo tanto (I love you so much) but I need you to answer the question.â
âI donât ever worry about us, no,â you answer truthfully and Javier visibly relaxes, âI know you. I trust you. It doesnât even occur to me that I could have anything different in my life, you know? It feels like I would always have found you somewhere else if not here.â
âPerhaps they looked for something else when things became routine,â he suggests, resting your hand against his cheek.
âItâs never routine for me to tell you I love you,â you tell him with a little smile, âThereâs no going back to the way things were before you.âÂ
âThe idea of having anything else but this,â he trails off for a second, weighing his words and reaching out for you with his free hand. He cups the back of your knee to pull your leg over his naked body, âItâs just not in the cards for me. Iâll never love anyone the way that I love you.â
âIs this code for youâre stuck with me?â You crawl closer to kiss him on the mouth and tighten the leg around him, âHm?â
âSĂ (yes), youâre stuck with me, baby,â he says against your lips.Â
âDo you promise that?â You whisper after pulling back a little, smiling softly as you look down at his mouth. He initiates another kiss after nodding.Â
You kiss for a while without rushing it, deeply until you share each breath in your intense embrace. Despite just having had sex with him fifteen minutes ago, you want him again in a way that has him as hard as when you first got together. He fucks you open slowly with you on your back, makes you come on his cock with an almost pained tone in your whimper. He is everywhere on you, soaking you in love. The way he gasps along with you as he comes inside of you has your heart pounding in your chest.Â
âNo quiero a nadie mĂĄs que a ti (I donât want anyone else other than you),â he says when basking in the afterglow. However, you have already gotten out of bed to get cleaned up in the bathroom. In contrast to your husband, your afterglow is replaced by anxiety that you have just promised isnât there.Â
âI donât want to end up like that,â you say while peeing with the door open. Javier moves on the bed to be able to look at you.Â
âWe wonât, te lo prometo (I promise you that),â he is quick to answer. You try to give him a smile but he notices the way you falter, âAnything you want to talk about? Anything on your mind?"
âThey used to be so happy,â you sigh deeply and get up after finishing your business. You move to the sink and start washing your hands, your back suddenly towards him, âMakes me wonder if we're strong enough to weather anything.â
You hear the weight of him shift on the mattress and a second later, the soft pads of his feet across the tiled bathroom floor. He is behind you, looking at you in the mirror. You feel grateful for the sincerity in his eyes.
âBaby,â he tuts, wrapping his strong arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. One of his hands goes down to lay on your stomach right below your belly button. You have just started to show, and the both of you have already talked about how early it is that your belly has started protruding but none of you have any clue why yet as you havenât had your first scan.Â
Javier kisses your bare shoulder, âThis is my life, and I love it, and I would never hurt you⌠I trust you not to hurt me too.â
You silently turn off the tap to dry your hands but Javier doesnât let you move. He lifts your chin so he can stare at you in the mirror, âI need you to trust me when I say that ten years with you have only made me want ten, twenty, thirty more. I love you. I choose you every day. Jonathan and Mira didnât choose each other. Weâre not them.â
âI love you too,â you shake your hands dry instead and then turn in your husbandâs arms. You hug him close and he walks you out of the bathroom whilst still holding you tightly.Â
âThree kids so far,â he reminds you whilst guiding you back to bed, âA decade down the line. We must be doing something right.â
âBut what ifââ
âYou worry too much, mi vida (my life),â he says and smacks your ass as you crawl back into your bed. You glare back at him but he just snickers while crawling in too, âGet comfortable and go to sleep.â
âI donât know if I can,â you say truthfully.
âOf course, you can,â Javier joins you under the covers. He lays down close to you and without saying a word, reaches out to gently and repeatedly stroke his hand over your hair. The warmth of his palm soothes your worry, each caress easing away the weight in your chest.Â
You wonder if Mira left because Jonathan didnât do this sort of thing anymore. Javier has done it for ten years. This fact makes sleep find you easily.
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Could you do a scenario about Nemona, Penny and Arven with a real who has type null please? Maybe something about it transforming in Silvally?
YES NULL/SILVALLY TIME
I have one in Sword who I call "Bestie", and it's carried me through the Crown Tundra DLC. I want it in Violet so badly aaaa
Also this just reminded me of my fic that I wrote prior to Sun/Moon's release. Ya'll can give it a read if you so desire <3
That being said, this scenario will be like a sequel of sorts
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Revealing Type: Null--or "Nully" as you've affectionately called it--to your friends was something you were initially nervous about...
But today was finally the day.
Moving away from Alola to attend school here in Paldea was quite the stressful journey, especially for your masked companion who had never know any place besides stark white labs and sandy beaches.
People kept warning you about how dangerous it was, but you never listened...and now your bond with the mysterious normal type has never been stronger.
Ever since you rescued it from an Aether Foundation facility that exploded due to its rampage, it put its trust in you and loved you unconditionally.
Learning the truth behind that supposedly "good" organization and its leader broke your heart. Although nothing devastated you more than realizing Nully had been held captive there as both experiment and prisoner.
You've tried researching its species, checking for notes and hacking into secret files the foundation kept under lock and key--and you discovered that Type: Nulls were basically created as "tamer" versions of Arceus, even having memory discs similar to the plates manufactured. They were meant to kill the Ultra Beasts should they invade Alola.
Instead, they went on a rampage (of course, that's what happens when humans try replicating a god's powers) and were confined to masks and put into cryogenic stasis. The whole project was deemed a failure.
As tragic as it was...you were relieved to have found Nully when you did and get it away from that horrible place.
Even so the mask still made it feel absolutely miserable, but unfortunately you couldn't find any further information on how to remove it without causing your precious PokĂŠmon serious injury. There were no visible clamps to unlock, pulling it off would only cause it great pain, and cutting seemed too risky.
The only benefit was that it made Nully immune to critical hits, but the cons definitely outweighed the pros.
Maybe one of your friends knew more about the Type: Null species, and so you decided to call them all over for a picnic if they had free time.
All you could do was pray that they didn't lose their cool and scare your companion.
That's the last thing either of you needed.
Arven was the first to arrive, with Mabosstiff at his heels as usual, but he stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing the bizarre-looking PokĂŠmon standing by your side. You could tell he was trying not to look too worried, considering the poor thing was hiding behind you now.
Still, it's obvious that he didn't have the slightest clue what he was looking at, so you explained everything to him: where you found Nully, why it looked like a rejected Arceus, and the memory discs you kept in a small folder.
So far, you haven't figured out how to utilize them in-battle. But despite the space they took up in your bag, you refused to throw them away.
"Are you sure there isn't a slot for these somewhere on its mask?" He stared at one of the floppy discs, before glancing back up at Nully, squinting. "It looks like there should be one."
"We've been pals for nearly three years, Arven..I'm pretty sure I would've found the slot by now if there was one." Shaking your head, you took it from him, sighing. "My only option is to get that thing off. The slot's probably on its body somewhere."
"Right...maybe there's a stomach hatch or-"
"ÂĄMira! You were right, Penny! They do exist!!"
"Nemona, slow down!! They're not going anywhere!!"
Hearing the shouts of two certain ladies from afar, you and Arven looked to see both Nemona and Penny coming over the horizon. The student council president was dragging the poor girl by the arm, with her stumbling to keep up and not lose her glasses.
When they arrived, Penny was dazed and annoyed as she scowled at Nemona, tearing her arm free of her iron grasp. But her attention was quickly set on the peculiar PokĂŠmon who was cowering behind you yet again.
"Wow...I..never thought I'd see one up close before.." Adjusting her glasses, she gazed at Nully with interest.
"You've heard about them before?" You asked.
"Back in Galar, I found some top-secret stuff about Macro Cosmos trying to make their own instances. They literally stole the blueprints from the Aether Foundation."
"...yikes." Nemona remarked, tilting her head as she tried getting a better look at Nully herself. "It seems shy. Maybe a battle will help it-!"
"No battles, at least not right now." You smiled apologetically, patting it on the head as you looked at each other. "I know you're nervous, Nully..but it's okay. They're nothing like the jerks back in Alola who used to pick on us. They're my friends. You can trust them, I promise."
Nodding its head, it relaxed its haunches as it cautiously stepped away from your side, gazing at the trio and seeing their smiles, too.
They weren't looks of pity.
They seemed genuinely thrilled to meet it.
It stood there for some time, taking in everything you've said to it and thinking about how far it's come since you rescued it that fateful day.
Somehow, it knew it was always meant to be your companion--from the very moment you held it as it cried in the PokĂŠmon Center, reassuring it that it's not a monster, but a sweet creature worthy of love and care.
Ever since then, your friendship has grew...and now it feels stronger, willing to put its life on the line for you if need be. Even though most of its powers have been concealed, it didn't feel like some weak and helpless lab experiment.
Oh no.
It was far from that now.
Thanks to your bond, it felt unbelievably strong.
So much so that....the normal-type realized an extraordinary change was imminent.
And you were about to witness it.
"Look! Nully's glowing, [y/n]!" Nemona pointed, her eyes widening as your companion was basked in a familiar light. "Is it evolving???"
"Oh my god...I think so." You gasped, never realizing the possibility of it evolving, but you're now certain that friendship is what triggered it at last.
The most noticeable thing were the cracks that started appearing all over its helmet, pieces of what you assumed was indestructible alien material falling apart. Nully shook its head vigorously, trying to get rid of it as much as possible.
Then it turned its attention to a nearby boulder, letting out a cry before performing a move similar to a Headbutt, ramming into it and letting the rock shatter the helmet completely.
At last, it was free.
When the glow faded, you and your friends gazed in awe as Nully looked back at all of you.
With its mask finally gone, what lied underneath it was a beautiful creature made of both nature and machine, with a beaklike mouth that smiled proudly.
"Nully...?" You murmured, stepping closer.
"Ally." It chirped, walking up to greet you.
Tears began forming in your eyes as your grin widened. "I can't believe it...friendship was all it took to-"
Suddenly, your rotomphone decided to ruin the sweet moment by flying out of your pocket.
It displayed a new entry in your Pokedex, and you grabbed it to read what it had to say, while Arven, Penny, and Nemona checked their own phones.
"I see, you're Silvally now." You gazed back up at Null--Silvally, watching it bow its head respectfully. With a small laugh, you mimicked the gesture, before petting it lovingly as you sighed. "Wow..."
You noticed one of the metal bolts on its face open up like a CD player, indicating that something had to go in there-
"Wait.." Remembering the memory discs, you took one out and held it up. "Do you want me to use this?"
Silvally nodded, although before you could do anything, Arven interjected.
"Hold on, which memory is that?"
"The Dark Memory. It probably just changes its type, but I believe this represents all the pain Silvally had to endure while being trapped in that mask, not knowing what it did wrong or why people shunned it for simply existing." You placed a gentle hand under your companion's jaw. "But now I think it's ready to turn that painful memory into power. So let's see what happens.."
"Silllllv!"
Carefully inserting the disc into the open slot, you watched as it closed up. Then you stepped back, seeing the colors and spikes on its body turn smoky black.
Even its eyes changed, and when they opened they looked even more menacing than ever.
And they stared directly at you.
With a low growl, it crept closer to you, while your friends held back..tense and worried that the pokedex entries were correct: this wasn't something you could so easily control.
There was probably a very good reason for the mask-
Yet any hostility Silvally seemingly expressed disappeared, as it smiled and licked your cheek affectionately, causing you to laugh once more. "Hey, that tickles! C'mere you!"
Hugging its neck, you grinned as you received even more kisses, hearing it purr with happiness. You petted its feathery crest, relieved that it completely trusted you now.
"Wow..it's way cooler than Arceus!" Nemona laughed. "Do you think I can battle it-??"
Silvally just shot her a wary look, and she immediately fell silent, a nervous smile on her face. "Haha, you're right. Not yet. But I swear we're gonna have an epic battle one day!"
"Yeah, one day. But for now, I have something special for this big guy."
"Sill?"
You managed to regain its full attention with a simple yet supereffective move of your very own:
It's called "chin scritches", something that none of your other PokĂŠmon could resist receiving.
The mask obviously made it difficult for Silvally to receive proper affection back then...and you vowed to find a way to break it so you can do just that.
Now it was free of that awful and heavy thing, having a brand new life to look forward to: battles, friendships with other PokĂŠmon, and more.
Even better?
Your three closest friends in all of Paldea were here to witness its evolution--a sign that despite all the odds...your bond was unbreakable.
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Old Love, New Dream (NSFW)
(JonathanLevy! x f!reader)
Summary: Just when you think you've recovered from a debilitating breakup with Jonathan Levy, all those feelings come rushing back when he walks back into your life again as your best friend's boyfriend. w/c: a whopping 10.1k Warnings: angst, Mira is included in this, NSFW; smut, fingering, p in v, oral (fem rec.), eventual fluff a/n: HELLOOOO! I'm back. Sorry took a small hiatus to finish off college and I really struggled to finish the end of this so apologies if it's shit. I also watched a spanish film called a treves de mi ventana (specifically the third one) which I loved and took inspiration from while I was writing this. Anyway hope you enjoy!!!
Fuck Jonathan Levy.
Fuck him and everything he stands for. Fuck him in the past and fuck him in the future. Fuck him and the way he treated you with love in his heart, with stars in his eyes, and with you at the heart of everything he did. Fuck him for being the best boyfriend, partner and friend that anyone couldâve asked for. Fuck him for promising you that it would last forever, that you would always have him for as long as you live.Â
Fuck him, especially on that unassuming Tuesday morning when you woke up to sadness on his face, pain behind his eyes and the truth on his lips. Fuck his âI think we should take a break, we need to spend time on ourselves, by ourselves.â Fuck him for making you think that lifeâs not fair; because how were you to know that after six years of a strong and stable relationship, especially one that guided you hand-in-hand into adulthood, would be ripped from you in a day.Â
Fuck him for making you miss him so, so fucking badly to the point where you struggle to get through your day without thinking about him. The countless number of occasions where youâve had friends and family members tell you so naively to âmove onâ, or to âget over himâ, or that âyou donât miss him, you miss what you had with him.âÂ
And in all honesty, theyâre exactly right. You canât bear to reflect upon what couldâve been, so your only alternative is to miss what you had, and therein lies that problem of why he still subconsciously worms his way back into your mind. Because heâs tied to it, intertwined so deeply that heâs the knot you just canât unravel.Â
Itâs not like you think about him purposely, in fact, if you had the will-power to compartmentalise everything associated with him into a box, you would lock it and throw away the key. But he left such an imprint on you that in the quietest moments of thought, his name, his face, his eyes and Jesus, even the memory of his scent appears when you least expect it. Whatâs worse is that theyâre good memories, not the ones that broke your heart, not the ones that should be reminding you of how much of an arsehole he is, but the ones that you look back on with nostalgia.Â
It took a long time to come to terms that heâll never be a part of your life again, to shake hands with the devil and accept that he will always be the one that got away. Thatâs the part that will never leave you. He is the big gaping wound in your heart that will never heal.Â
The best you could do was move away to another state, to start afresh with the hopes of finding someone new that could give you everything he did and more. But itâs proven to be a bigger challenge than you anticipated because your desire to find someone capable enough to fill the hole and let it scar has never been satiated. No one, not even in the three years since your break up with Jonathan Levy, has come close.
You had gone for such a long time thinking that this level of pain and heartbreak was exclusive to you only and that there was no one else in this world who could empathise with you. That was until you met your next door neighbour Mira who was shockingly similar to you in every way; broken from a relationship that ended years ago, desperately searching for something or someone to alleviate years of hopeless longing and the need for fulfilment. She was the therapy you always knew you needed and vice versa. There were many nights spent drinking wine, talking about ex-lovers with the same yearning, indulging in each othersâ wishes of how they could relive what you both once had. Surprisingly, divulging each othersâ woes became a temporary fix to your problem and soon missing him turned from a daily issue to a weekly issue. Now, heâs a quiet thought just once a month.Â
But things started to change one night in Miraâs dining room when she announced something you hadnât seen coming.
Sheâs got a new boyfriend.
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You sit there, quietly in shock, at her oak dining table directly across from her, listening as she talks of her newly-established relationship as if she had been blessed by all the godly-deities of every power and religion.Â
âYou have to meet him,â she says with a mouthful of spaghetti bolognese, âheâs just the sweetest guy.âÂ
A twinge of bitterness and jealousy has your stomach clenching. âYeah? Where did you meet him?âÂ
âIâve always kindâve known of him, like, I met him last year when I was travelling for work, but recently weâre just really hit it off.âÂ
âDo you think itâll turn into something more serious?âÂ
The lips of your friendly neighbour beam wider, a subtle coy sparkle evident in her eyes. âI would like to think so, I think weâre both in a really good place.â
âThatâs great Mira, Iâm happy for you.âÂ
âI was actually thinking about hosting a dinner with the neighbours, like what we used to do years ago, but I might bring him along this time.âÂ
âWow, so really serious then. Must be something really special if youâre willing to dig up an old tradition just for him.â
She shrugs her shoulders. âWell you know, I miss those dinners. They were always so much fun. They introduced a lot of new things to us including you, and I feel it would be a good way to introduce him to the street too since theyâll be seeing a lot of him âround here in the future.âÂ
The Maple Avenue dinners were once the highlight of your week, plucked from a suburban neighbourhoodâs dream. It was a tradition you inadvertently started when you first moved into the street, a way of getting to know the neighbours around you. Mira, being your next door neighbour was one of the first to receive an invite and was also the one to convince others to join. Surprisingly, the occasion started a chain of events where other neighbours wanted to host their own dinners, play games, chat and share their life over wine. It happened so often that it became a weekly ritual that you all cherished, until organising a roast for ten to fifteen people became too overwhelming, especially for those who had started a family, or who had taken a promotion at work. Having no such responsibilities, you and Mira became the only two to keep the tradition alive.
âIâd like that. Want me to get in touch with the neighbours?âÂ
âIâll handle it.â
Two weeks pass and the Friday you have been silently dreading finally arrives. You had been prepared for it up until about an hour ago when you couldnât remember who drinks white wine and who drinks red, who has an intolerance to dairy and who has an allergy to nuts.Â
Spotting Miraâs open window across the way, you decide to lean out your bedroom window, hoping to catch her attention. âMira!â Within seconds sheâs mirroring you, her hair still pinned in curls and her body wrapped in her satin robe.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âI was going to bring my roasted hazelnut cookies but I canât remember who has a dairy intolerance and who has a nut allergy.âÂ
âDonât you remember? Alan doesnât have dairy, it could get hairy, and Steph doesnât have nuts, no buts. You donât need to worry though, they canât make it tonight.âÂ
âSee, this is why youâre the better neighbour. Red or white?â
âGo for red. Jonathan drinks red.âÂ
For a moment, your heart stutters a little in your chest, a small sense of unease tightening your muscles, but you need to remember, itâs just a name. A popular boyâs name. âJonathan?âÂ
âJonathan as in boyfriend Jonathan. As in the-reason-why-weâre-doing-this Jonathan.â
âOh right,â you nervously laugh, âyouâve always referred to him as âthe boyfriendâ it made me forget that he actually has a name.âÂ
âYeah, well heâll soon have a face too. Although he said he might be a little late tonight and doesnât mind missing the starter. He'll be here for the main.âÂ
âOkay, canât wait!â
Having food preparations sorted, you take the remaining few hours to present yourself; washing, bathing, moisturising, curling your hair, applying that little extra bit of makeup, and finally choosing an outfit. Despite it only being Mira and a handful of the neighbours who have seen you in worse states, you still feel the need to look presentable in front of a new face, perhaps the result of your motherâs behaviour rubbing off on you when she faced similar situations. âAlways presentable, always welcoming. First impressions matter.âÂ
Her words stay true to this day. Itâs what banked you a job, friends amongst the neighbourhood, and impossibly so, Jonathan Levyâs attraction many, many years ago.Â
Since the weather had transitioned well into the Springâs warmth, you settle for a sundress knowing that Mira fully intends to use her beautiful backyard to see off the sunset after dinner. It fits you perfectly, complimented by the sparkling golden necklace that sits squarely between your clavicles; the very same Jonathan had gifted you on your 21st birthday, which to anyone should be reason enough to get rid of it, but just like how you canât completely get rid of the thought of Jonathan, you canât get rid of the necklace. At least, not yet.Â
You arrive a little earlier than Mira had instructed but with good intentions. You help her set the table, stick the necessary food in the oven and ease her nerves. Youâre glad to see her dressed similarly, having put in that little extra glamour on top of her usual appearance to appease her guests and, of course, her boyfriend which you both casually joke about.
Soon, one by one, the neighbours start arriving and quickly settle into their own seats as the first course gets plated out. Only one seat across from you remains empty.Â
Youâre surprised by how quickly it starts to feel like nothingâs changed at all; being here together conversing over a roast, clinking glasses and laughing over memories and you remind yourself to give thanks to Miraâs new boyfriend for reigniting a fire that burned out long ago. However it seems like you might need to wait your turn with how engrossed the rest of the neighbours are in Miraâs new boyfriend, everyone wants to meet him. His name fails to fall out of conversation with now being the only chance to ask about him before he arrives.
âSo how did he ask you out?â Lisa, from number 32, asks, sitting next to her husband Tom.Â
âHe took me on a date to Rosanoâs, very generously paid for my meal, and then we went for a walk along the pier where he surprised me with a bouquet of pink peonies that he had the ice cream vendor keep before the date. He had it all planned out.âÂ
Everyone around you awes with adoration, their lips pouting and their hands over their chest, almost identical to the way people reacted when you told a similar story to your friends when they asked you how your Jonathan asked you out. Only after you swallow the soft lump of potato do you force yourself to respond in the same way, too caught up in your own memories to give an immediate reaction.Â
Pink peonies. Your favourite flower.Â
It takes everything in you to ignore the blaring alarm in your head, screaming and fussing over the coincidences. You boil it down to emotions running high and how everything lately has been reminding you of your ex, subconsciously relating everything back to the time you spent with him. Fuck, you didnât even need to try that hard to link the lentil soup youâre eating back to him. The first meal you had together when you both moved into your new apartmentâŚ
The starter course and the conversation concluded when Miraâs boyfriend chapped on the front door. With an understanding nod, you take the plates from Miraâs hands, offering to take them to the kitchen while she answers the door. While there, you can hear through the walls, listening to the cacophony of people greeting one another, sharing names and pleasantries while you stand over the kitchen sink. While the tap runs, you look up to your reflection in the kitchen window, twisting your strands of hair to re-curl that one piece that had fallen flat. First impressions. Better make it a good one.Â
You enter the dining room once again with a beaming smile on your face ready to welcome him in, and standing there, by Miraâs side, is the last person you want to see.Â
Jonathan. Fucking. Levy.Â
It is by chance, or perhaps by fate's cruel hand, that you find yourselves face to face once again in the most unexpected of places. Thereâs barely enough time to react when your eyes meet from across the room, picked out from a sea of people being none the wiser to the unfortunate predicament you both face. In that moment, amongst the din of the dining room, time almost comes to a stand still and youâre left waiting in the doorway with bated breath, overrun by a wash of emotions as Jonathanâs eyes are confronted with the same feeling.Â
Between you and him, Jonathan seems to keep up the pretence better than you do as his smile barely dips, but enough to know that he recognises you, enough to know that he too is filled with the same amount of dread and confusion as you are. And as Mira walks him over to introduce you, he doesnât let the facade fall.Â
She introduces your name to him and without a secondsâ hesitation, he offers his hand. âHi, Iâm Jonathan, nice to meet you.âÂ
Thereâs a momentâs delay before you take it, his warmth no stranger to your skin, and with a little wobble to your voice you relay his words back to him. âItâsâŚitâs nice to meet you too, Jonathan.âÂ
His eyes stay on you as Mira thankfully takes control of the conversation. Poor, oblivious Mira who is unaware of the fact that your Jonathan has just become her JonathanâŚbecause surnames were never mentioned. âIs the food ready to come out?âÂ
âUh, yeah. I canâŚI can help out if you need.âÂ
âPerfect! Jonathan, honey, you go sit and get yourself a drink, âkay? Dinner wonât be long.âÂ
You watch agonisingly as Mira peppers his cheek with a kiss and follows you into the kitchen where you finally get a chance to navigate the minefield of unresolved emotions without a roomful of witnesses.Â
Mira instantly tends to the roast slowly cooking away in the oven leaving you to stand in the corner, almost not knowing what to do yourself. An explosion has just gone off inside you yet Mira and a roomful of people are expecting you to carry on as normal, as if years and yearsâ worth of recovery hasnât just been stripped from you within a single second. Thousands of layers of hurt have been peeled back and left you bare and vulnerable to your biggest fear, and yet Jonathanâs pretence to not know you has forced you to deal with it as if itâs nothing.Â
What the fuck are you supposed to do?
âSo what do you think?â Mira pulls you from your musing and peers up to you, a proud smile on her face. Her. Mira. Itâs all for Miraâs sake, the innocent party in all of this. The realisation hits you like a freight train. If she knew anything about Jonathan being the ex you talked for hours about, it would destroy her. âHeâs nice, right?âÂ
âLovely,â you gleam back, kickstarting your limbs to dish out the cooked vegetables. âHe seems very nice.â
âI knew youâd like him.âÂ
If only, Mira, if only.Â
Not enough time passes before everyone is sat at the dinner table once more, tucking into the delicious food warmly prepared by Mira. You wouldnât even know, youâve barely touched it. You canât find it in you to enjoy the food nor engage in the jovial conversation happening around you because Jonathan Fucking Levy, your ex of six years, is sitting right across from you behaving so casually it makes your stomach churn.Â
The little ball of stuffing rolls across your plate, dancing from side to side over and over again. You take the small amount of comfort you can find in the hypnotic motion, stuck in a trance of watching this stuffing ball roll back and forward while Jonathan Fucking Levy drones on about his endeavours. You try to pay him no attention of course, but when everyone else around you is sucked into his conversation narrated by his smooth-like-honey voice that used to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, itâs harder said than done.Â
You dip in and out of his story telling every now and then because you canât stop your curiosity from wondering just how different the last three years have been for him. Apparently he took âpersonal growthâ seriously and you come to realise that it wasnât just a shoddy excuse to break up. Heâs become a reputable academic, striving in the industry and made quite a name for himself which he explains so beautifully, so fluent with expression and elegant with his choice of his words that hooks everyone in which, given his career choice, makes all the more sense. Then, when you throw in his confident manner and the slightly animated way he presents himself when he speaks passionately about something (which, back in the day, used to be you), it accumulates to something you canât help but admire. You see it in the eyes of your neighbours around you, afraid to blink for fears of missing something spectacular.Â
It really makes you wonder how he can act so calm and collected. Itâs been three years. Surely there has to be one little atom inside him that's swayed by your being here. There has to be.Â
Oh, there definitely is.Â
You donât know it because you refuse to look at him, but every part of Jonathan is burning with anxiety. If you could just spare him one glance you would see that his fingers twitch around the thin stem of the wine glass, that his whole body shakes with his bobbing knee, and that his teeth incessantly chew away at his bottom lip. At least he has the red wine to thank, staining his cheeks with enough colour to conceal how pale he would be otherwise.Â
Because heâs terrified. Terrified of not only seeing you, but missing you. Desperately, hopelessly, and unquestionably missing you. He feared he would never see you again to tell you. Yet here you are, sitting an armâs length away from him, unknowingly tormenting him with the scent of your perfume that consumes every particle of air around him, effortlessly resurrecting memories of how he used to wish that scent would wake him up every morning like it used to. If only he could reach out to feel the buzz of your skin on his, just like it did when you shook his hand, the electricity that flowed through him when your eyes found his. Heâs already experiencing withdrawal and he craves for your attention but you wonât look at him anymore. He needs you to look at him again, he needs you to know that heâs been plagued with regret since the moment you split. How can he get you to look at him?Â
âSo what do you do?âÂ
His question cuts through the running conversation like a sharp knife, demanding the attention of everyone at the table as they silence and wait for your answer. It takes you a second to realise heâs talking to you and had it been without everyone staring at you, you wouldâve ignored him. But you donât want to come across as rude to the other guests, and you settle for answering coldly.Â
âJust corporate work, just a simple nine-to-five-Monday-to-Friday kind of job. Itâs nothing special.âÂ
Mira interjects and you happily give her your attention if it means taking it away from Jonathan. Only, sheâs leaning against his shoulder, softly patting his thigh affectionately. âOh sheâs being modest, sheâs a finance manager, runs the full finance department with an iron fist, donât you?â Â
âI manage a small team of bookkeepers and accountants, itâs barely a department.â
âInteresting, how did you get into that?â You pan back to Jonathan whoâs munching away, glaring at him through the furrow of your eyebrows, almost vehement at his audacity because he already knows how you got in financing. It was him.Â
âA friend.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â This bastard.Â
âA friend convinced me to do it. I didnât have the confidence at the time and he motivated me.â
âThat was nice of him.â Sarcasm drips with every word.Â
You bite back. âYeah, he was nice. Until he wasnât. Anyway, thatâs a different story for a different time. More wine, anyone?â Thereâs a few mumbles of agreement, giving you enough of an excuse to rise from the table and make your way to Miraâs pantry in search of a stronger, more bitter tasting wine because God knows youâre going to need it to get through the rest of this dinner.Â
Dessert comes and goes at an agonising pace. With the help of wine and the particularly boozy dessert, you become less inhibited, detangling yourself from the thick tension thatâs lassoed tight around you and Jonathan.Â
Instead, you find solace in Harry, who lives at number 30, sitting next to you, telling you about the struggles of being a single dad to two troublesome toddlers. Itâs quite a depressing conversation and not the pick-me-up you were looking for, but anything is better than having to quietly observe the flirting thatâs happening across the table. You deceive Harry into thinking that heâs got your full attention but really youâre hyper aware of Mira and Jonathan in your peripheral vision, sharing small, intimate touches, glancing at each other with stars in their eyes, embraced by the bliss of new-found love.Â
That used to be you. You havenât had anything like that since.Â
âSoâŚuhâŚâ You have all intentions of continuing the conversation with Harry but you werenât listening well enough to remember where he left off. âWhoâs looking after the kids tonight?âÂ
âI hired a babysitter. Which reminds me,â he checks the time on his phone. âI said Iâd be back by 8 and itâs 7:57. I better go.â To your dismay, your distraction rises from the table, grabs his jacket from the chair, thanks Mira for the meal and bids everyone a good night. Damn. There goes your distraction.Â
Everyone around you is locked deep in conversation under the lowlights of Miraâs dining room. All except you. With a heavy sigh, you reach for your wine glass to once again relish the dry, bitter taste of the alcohol as it trickles down your throat. You slouch further and further back against your chair, wallowing in your isolation that no one seems to take notice of.Â
But Jonathan does, and to your surprise, you feel something tentatively brush against your leg. At first you thought you had gotten too close to the table leg, but when it starts creeping up the length of your leg underneath your dress, your only option is to consider the man sitting directly across from you. Your eyes burn into the side of his head, ignorant to you while he talks enthusiastically about something youâre not privy to. Not that you want to be, especially when the tip of his shoe caresses the back of your calf, pulling it out from underneath you and hooking your ankle closer to him. He remains unfazed as your foot gently rests atop his underneath the table, tracing small circles over your achilles heel.Â
Your heart beats widely inside you, violently disorientating you as much as the twisting in your stomach does. The gesture is so provocative youâre almost sweating in your seat. Itâs scandalous, outrageous, and downright inappropriate, but youâll be damned to hell if you donât admit to yourself that it feels mildly arousing.Â
Only when Mira leaves for the bathroom does he catch a glimpse of you over the tip of his wine glass and old sparks fly as you read the words in his eyes that his mouth canât say. I miss you. I want you. I need you.Â
Shaken, you draw back your leg and pull your eyes from his, feeling completely lost and indecisive about what to do. The hidden touches, the secrecy, itâs all too intimate for you to be opening an old wound that still hasnât fully healed. Youâre not ready for three years of hardship to manifest.Â
Yet again Mira comes to the rescue when she returns from the bathroom and ushers all the remaining guests out into the backyard where you sit yourself as far away from Jonathan as possible, but itâs not without the touch of Jonathanâs hand to the small of your back as you all walk out through the glass panel doors, unnoticed by everyone else. There isnât a doubt in your mind that he saw the momentary shiver that wracked your shoulders the moment his fingers splayed across the bottom of your spine, virtually feeling the heat of your body through the cotton sundress as if it was your own skin. You make a mental note to yourself to never get close to Jonathan for the remainder of the night.Â
Once you get outside, you look up to your bedroom window, visible from all areas of Miraâs garden, wishing that you return to the comforts of your own bed, lost in your book and free from this emotional torment. It takes just a glimpse of your window to see everything inside it, something you hadnât realised was possible until Mira had to awkwardly knock on your door the second week of you moving here and gently warn you to draw your blinds when you were changing. And just as the thought arisesâŚ
âDo you remember,â Mira hiccups, perhaps on her sixth glass of wine of the night, âwhen I had to tell you to close your blinds two weeks after you moved here? I actually thought you were maybe trying to seduce me!â She laughs wholeheartedly, nearly spilling her wine onto Jonathanâs lap.Â
A blush blooms on your cheeks. âI didnât realise you could see in! If I had known I wouldâve! Jesus, Mira, way to make me out as a flasher in front of the neighbours.âÂ
âListen, if it makes you feel any better, some guys wouldâve paid thousands to have seen what I saw every morning.âÂ
With a nervous glance of your eyes, you see Jonathanâs glare hard on you.Â
âDo I need to contact the HOA and tell them weâve got a pervert in our neighbourhood?âÂ
The neighbours laugh but Mira rushes to her defence, unknowingly giving Jonathan that all important detail that he might take advantage of later. âMy window is right there! How could I not see you?âÂ
âConversation over.âÂ
Against your wishes, Mira dives into many conversations of a similar nature provoked by Jonathan who annoyingly asks all sorts of questions that involve how you and Mira became friends, forcing her, in her now drunken state, to divulge all the memories you share together, including the many nights you spent talking about ex-lovers. The minute she starts spilling everything, nausea starts to pool inside you and the colour trickles away from your cheeks. Knowing none the wiser, she talks on and on and on about how you bonded over the troubles and hardships of being single, detailing everything about how you would reminisce over ex-lovers and compare them to every shitty cheesy romance film you watched together. And with just a few stories, she single-handedly exposes all of your inner thoughts and feelings towards Jonathan. Right in front of him all for him to hear.Â
You silently plead with your eyes, solid in their gaze in the hopes that Mira would catch on and shut up, but sheâs seven, no, eight glasses of wine deep that she canât hold anybodyâs gaze let alone yours.Â
Jonathan merely sits and listens, amused by everything that is pouring out from Miraâs loud mouth.Â
âI mean, itâs hard. And youâll agree with me on this, that trying to get back into the dating scene as a single woman isnât an easy experience! You go on dates with guys that bore you to sleep, clicking with absolutely none of them and it just leads to you going home and dreaming about meeting the one guy that sweeps you off your feet. Of course, youâll know what I mean because youâve already met him--â
âMira--âÂ
She turns to Jonathan to give him context. Knowledge that he already knows himself. âShe had this one guy that she dated years ago, the one-that-got-away kind of guy. We used to laugh about him--â
Jonathanâs eyebrows shoot up. âOh really? How so?â
Fuck.Â
âMira--â
âJust the usual girly stuff, what we would wear at our weddings, thinking about baby names, and talk about owning the perfect house in the suburbs, that kind of stuff.âÂ
Jonathan turns to you with an emotion you can only only describe as being distressed, possibly on the verge of being disturbed and you donât blame him. Youâre sure that he could see the very same feeling in you through the gaps of your fingers as they hide your face in embarrassment.Â
This is possibly your worst nightmare come to life. The entire night had dwindled into absolute ruins and thereâs nothing more that you want than to bury yourself into the ground, away from Mira, away from this mortifying feeling, away from Jonathan. You know itâs not her fault, but everything in you is wanting you to blame Mira, to be judge, jury and executioner and lay out all that she is guilty of in front of her. However in reality, youâre projecting. You were the one to tell her about Jonathan. You were the one to feed her all this information believing that not a word of it would ever reach Jonathanâs ears, and when you consider all that has led up to this exact moment, you are just as at fault as she is.Â
And you need to make a run from it while you can.Â
âIâmâŚuh, I think Iâm going to go home,â you announce, not realising how shaky your voice is until you speak up. Miraâs expression falls with disappointment, coming immediately to a stand and trying her hardest to convince you to stay. But you know nothing could.Â
âDo you want us to walk you home?âÂ
âMira, I live next door, Iâm sure Iâll be fine.âÂ
She persistently follows you back into the house. âIâll walk you to the door then.â
âI know where the front door is--âÂ
âI just want to make sure you get home okay--âÂ
âMira, honey, you go sit, Iâll walk her out.â Jonathanâs voice appears from behind you both, reassuring enough that Mira follows his word and returns to the back garden with a mousey âokayâ. Once gone, Jonathan, stoic as ever, catches you in his stride, escorting you to the door with a hand to the back of your shoulder.Â
This time, when you speak, you canât stop the sniffle as your emotions run high. âIf I donât want Mira walking me out, I sure as shit donât want you walking me out.âÂ
He merely looks down to you and sighs, not listening to a single word you say. Within a matter of seconds, you exit through Miraâs front door, ready and willing to slam it in Jonathanâs face but heâs just a pace too quick and is already following you through the front garden. Your body goes into high alert, having no idea what heâs about to do now that for the first time in three years, you have a moment alone together.Â
âJonathan,â you warn. âGo back inside.âÂ
âJust let me walk you home.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âWhy? Because I want an explanation as to what the fuck just happened in there.âÂ
âYouâre not getting one. You donât deserve one. Go back inside, Jonathan, your girlfriend is waiting on you.âÂ
âLike hell. Will you just talk to me for one second?!â He reaches out and grabs your arm, swinging you around to face him where your bodies stand inches apart. Itâs not in anger nor frustration but in desperation, as if this is the only chance heâll ever get again to speak to you alone and heâs not willing to let it slip by him so easily. âIsâŚis what Mira said true? Did you really talk about all those things?âÂ
You look down to your fingers wringing them out while you wait for the courage to build. âThat wasnât her information to share. But what does it matter anyway, itâsâŚstupid.â
âIt matters to me.â He tilts your chin with the gentlest of touches, his hand lingering close to your neck as he picks up the necklace sitting delicately around your neck, one that heâs all too familiar with. âI miss you.âÂ
âDonâtâŚdonât say that to me.â You begin to feel the tethers keeping the remains of your composure snapping, your mouth sinking deeper into a frown the way it always does when youâre about to cry. âYou donât get to say that to me.âÂ
âNonetheless, itâs true. And I think you missed me too.âÂ
You roll your eyes and he immediately scorns you. âNo, no, donât do that. Donât invalidate it just because I said it. Iâm not trying to be smug or patronising, I want to know the truth. Did you miss me?âÂ
The wobble in your lip becomes uncontrollable. You donât have the option to lie because he can read every minute feature on your face like itâs laid out for him in words, he would know if you didnât tell the truth. With a deep breath, you push out the admission. âEvery. Fucking. Day.âÂ
He nods understandably, retracting his hand from your necklace and sinks it deep into his pockets. He looks up to your window before quietly murmuring words suggestive in tone, âthen keep your window open tonight.âÂ
And it takes your breath away.
~~~~
Itâs late. A little past 1am. Itâs been all too silent since the last of Miraâs guests left about an hour ago leaving only her and Jonathan next door.Â
His last words to you before you separated still echo loudly in your ears but you just canât figure what he meant. Itâs the only thing thatâs kept you up this late, and even as you sit on your bed just a few metres from your open window that lets in a cool, calming breeze, you still canât fathom what heâs intending to do because her window across from you is closed, her curtains drawn and her lights out.Â
Is this a joke? Is this Jonathanâs cruel twisted idea of a joke to make you watch as he and Mira settle for the night? Teasing you with something you canât have? The foundation of that idea had developed a little less than half an hour ago and the more time ticks on, the more bricks are added to it.Â
Having enough, you turn your back to your window, taking your duvet and slinging it over your head and around your shoulders, blocking out the world behind you. Thereâs no point trying to sleep, the embarrassment and the emotional trauma of tonight are still too raw for you to find any peace, so you reach for the half-finished book on your nightstand.Â
Fuck Jonathan Levy. Fuck him and everything he stands for. Fuck him in the past and--
Wait, what was that?Â
Just then, not even two lines into your book you hear the small creak of a door opening and closing coming from outside. Your eyes dart to your digital clock reading 1:10am. It could be Mark coming in from his backshift. It could be Erin, Alanâs teenage daughter sneaking in from a night out. It could be Rebecca, taking her dog out on a late night walk. All options are plausible and wouldnât be completely out of the ordinary. But thereâs one option that youâre afraid to consider.
What if itâs Jonathan?Â
You donât look to check because you wouldnât know what you would do if it was him, and so in the meantime, you continue to anxiously sit and listen out for any other clues.Â
In time, they come. The rustling of the ivy that weaves in and out of your lattice fencing on the side of your house. The breaths of a man as he scales up the wooden structure to your window. The heaviness of his boots as they thud against your floorboards. The raspiness of his voice as he mutters your name. Heâs here. In your room, and yet you still canât bring yourself to turn around to face him. Your breaths are tremorous as he makes his way closer to you, almost shaking with anticipation of whatâs about to happen.Â
He doesnât say anything else, doesnât make any rash decisions. For a moment, he pauses by the side of your bed eyeing you up with your duvet slung over your head and decidedly reaches for it, taking a fistful of the sheets and dragging it slowly away from you until youâre exposed to him, still dressed in the sundress you couldnât bring yourself to take off. The tension locks you in a chokehold, unable to move, unable to speak, waiting for the moment where Jonathanâs hand reaches out to touch you once more but you know itâll be different this time. No more gentle touches hidden in plain sight, no more casual excuses to lay his hands on you, everything that will happen here on in will be the result of three years of separation and withdrawal.Â
The bed dips under his weight and only then do you turn your head to look over your left shoulder. Heâs closer than you expected and you see the tufts of his curls hanging over his forehead come into sight, low and looming. His nose comes into contact with your shoulder and even the slightest touch sets you alight. He scales up the curve of your neck to hide deep within the locks of your hair behind your ear and inhales.
âThat fucking perfume,â he whispers softly into your hair. âItâs just as perfect as I remember.âÂ
âJonathan, weâŚâ you heaved a breath, fighting temptation. âWe shouldnât do this.â
âYou have no idea, do you?â He murmurs directly into your ear, his arm coming around to circle your waist and hug you closer to him. âNo idea just how much I missed you, how much I regret what I did, and every day I spent not being with you was a reminder of the mistake I made to the point where I thought I would never get to hold you again.âÂ
He renders you speechless when he scrapes away the strands of your hair and mouths at the curve of your neck, humming into your skin. Itâs almost the same as before, soft pillowy lips showering you with unreserved passion, except this time theyâre followed by the slight scrape of his beard grown in the years you hadnât seen him. It makes his kisses more exhilarating, stimulating. While your body screams for more, your morals just canât shake the guilt of betraying your own friend.Â
âBut Mira--âÂ
âMira knows.âÂ
You detach yourself from his lips to face him, still half-lidded and unfazed by his admission. Youâre almost nauseous with the way your heart drops in your chest. âWhat do you mean she knows?âÂ
Despite your surprise, Jonathan simply tilts his head as he assesses your face in the sheen of the streetlight like heâs seeing you for the first time all over again and doesnât stop his fingers from intertwining with the short baby hairs at the nape of your neck.Â
âShe had an inkling that there was something going on between us. There was a reason why she brought me up in the conversation earlier in the garden because she knew from the moment she saw the look on your face when you saw me. So I came clean. We decided to be completely honest with each other and we talked for a while.âÂ
âAnd?âÂ
âWell, she knew your thoughts on meâŚand it was more than I had ever thought to hear.â
Your cheeks flush angrily, wincing at the thought of Mira revealing every confession told with such a lack of restraint. Back then, telling Mira these things felt like securing all of your secrets into a vault, trusting that they would be safe, trusting that they were secure enough that no one besides you would have access to them. In hindsight, you shouldâve perceived her as more of a time capsule, planted, hidden for the time being, and when after enough time passes, they are bound to be found by someone else.Â
âI know that you hated me for a while - and I did too. I always wondered whether you resented me as much as I did, for a while I thought it wasnât possible. And while I knew the resentment was one sided, there was a part of me that wished that missing each other wasnât. I guess I found my answers tonight.âÂ
âWas Mira mad?âÂ
âNo, darling,â he grazes his chin over the curve of your shoulder, lips inching closer and closer to your own. âShe considered you to be too much of a friend to get in the way and cause you any pain, not after all that you had told her. She knew you wouldâve done the same for her.âÂ
âIâŚI donât know what to think. Itâs all just a mess.âÂ
You turn your head towards the book in your hands, fingers fiddling with the page, while you try to figure out where your loyalties lie. With your head? With your heart? Itâs a wonder how the same body can feel two entirely opposing feelings and yet still wonder which one is the right one.Â
âMaybeâŚâ Jonathan whispers, his hand reaching for the book and sliding it from your grasp, âmaybe, you donât need to think at all. Let me do the thinking for you. Let me show you just how much Iâve missed you, because fuck, as much as I love this dress you have on, Iâm much more interested in whatâs underneath it.â While one hand pulls you tighter against his chest, his other hand comes to slide down your thigh until curls around your knee, bunching the fabric tight in his fist and pulling it higher and higher. You watch with eager eyes, succumbing to Jonathanâs temptation and letting go of all of your inhibitions. Your eyes grow heavy, wanting to relish the feeling of his fingertips tracing the length of your inner thigh as they gently pull your legs apart, but itâs much more satisfying to watch. Jonathan doesnât need to watch, not when he can taste the supple skin of your neck.Â
Itâs almost agonising how slow his pace is, how he stalls every couple of seconds to trace circles on your skin and devilishly chuckles when you whimper. âI canât say Iâm not disappointed though, talking about our lifeâs plan without me.âÂ
Just as his fingers feel the outer rim of your underwear, you tilt your head back to lean against his shoulder with a sinful sigh. Opening your legs just that little bit wider tells Joanthan everything he needs to know. Itâs been years. Years since heâs had you like this, so he has every reason not to take it slowly and fuck you like a man starved of your touch, but thereâs something in him, perhaps the little devil on his shoulder, that persuades him to take it slowly, to exploit the part of you that has missed him and prove to you that the years spent apart, however painful, was worth the wait.Â
âTell me,â he urges, âtell me what you had imagined.âÂ
Call you ignorant but youâre not quite in the talking mood. However, you feel he wonât do a single thing to you unless you do as he asks. âThatâŚthat weâd get married in the small church near the vineyard where we grew up. I imagined a quiet house in the suburbs, just us two, at least for a while.âÂ
âHm, what kind of house?âÂ
âOne that wasnât too big that weâd feel far apart, and not too small that we would get in each otherâs way. One with a garage and a garden where our dog could run around.âÂ
âGood,â he praises into your ear. A single digit slips beneath your underwear which instantly gets a feel of your warm, wettening cunt, and you grow impatient. âWhat else?âÂ
âAfter a while, weâŚshitâŚweâd have our own kids. A boy and a girl. Iâd hope theyâd have your eyes.âÂ
After doing a few rounds of your entrance, the tip of his finger rests upon your clit, barely moving. Your hips start moving fluidly, all of their own volition but he eases his touch. Instead he gives a gentle tap tap tap, urging you to continue before you can get any more.
The hand that keeps you stable around your middle eventually slithers up to wrap around your neck squeezing with a dizzying pressure.Â
âKeep goingâŚâÂ
âWeâd take an early retirement so that we could grow old together. Taking vacations to places weâd never been to before, being the same couple we were when we were younger.âÂ
âOh yeah? I love the sound of that. Just as much as I love the sound of those moans you make. Keep singing little siren.â The moan that leaves your lips the minute he nibbles on your lobe is unrecognisable. You havenât been seduced like this in years and every atom of you is buzzing with anxiety and in your physical form, you canât sit still. It takes the weight and pressure of Jonathanâs thighs resting either side of your hips to keep you anchored.Â
His fingers make quick work of building you up, conjuring that deep, guttural feeling of pleasure and desire to stir within you. Even after years, he still knows you so well, still knows what makes you tick and what makes you scream. There isnât an inch of your neck that Jonathanâs lips havenât touched; sucking, licking, biting until youâre coloured with bruises.Â
âSeems like you have it all planned out, darling. But why donât I tell you how I imagined tonight would go?âÂ
âPlease.âÂ
Just as his words flow from his mouth, two fingers slide easily into you and curl into that spot makes your body restless and your lungs heaving. âJust as I did, Iâd find you here, confess that there wasnât a day that went by where I didnât think of you, tell you how I yearned to have the sweet taste of you on my tongue again and the tight squeeze of that cunt around my cock. Iâd seduce you every way I knew I could and Iâd want you to want it. Iâd want you to tell me that you want it and once I knew I had you again, Iâd get on my knees, lift up that dress of yours and taste you. Get you nice and wet, ready to take me.â
âFuck, Jonathan--âÂ
âAfter years, I thought my patience would get the better of me if I ever had this chance again, but seeing you here like this,â his fingers pick up the pace, drilling into you and filling the room with sacrilegious sounds. âI think I might want to take my time, let each minute that passes reflect what I have been thinking about every day we were apart.âÂ
âPlease,â you whisper, growing evermore impatient. It all sounds too good. The more he speaks his feelings into words the more you want it. To have the feeling of him touch you everywhere, to feel him inside you, snug and shaped by him and bringing you to the precipice of losing your mind the way only he could. âI need you, Jonathan, need you now.âÂ
His lips come to your cheek, shaped by a smile of satisfaction. âYou will, darling. Soon. I just want to savour this right now.âÂ
His fingers slip from your cunt, trailing all that heâs gathered up the length of your slit to come crashing down onto your clit. While he circles and swirls his fingers, you twist your head to lock eyes with him and even in the cover of darkness, you can still make out the fire thatâs burning within him leaving no doubt that he truly wants to ravish you just as he has described. But it isnât a roaring fire, itâs a slow burning candle, flickering away to slowly dissolve all of whatâs left of his patience.Â
Like instinct, your lips clash together hungrily not sparing a second before your tongues and welding together and tasting the remnants of the red wine you both had earlier. Inexplicably, it tastes sweeter on his palate.Â
The fingers that curl around your neck tense as if theyâre fighting to keep you stable, surging to keep your restlessness at bay and all of this is making you wonder âwhy not just get on with it?â.
You decide to hasten the pace, raising your hips closer to his fingers with the tips of your toes, feeling his cock grind against the small of your back where it should be grinding against your cunt. Though that may be how you truly feel, you make do with his fingers toying with you with his palm flat against your pubic bone to keep you close, once again making you twitch with anticipation and hum with desire. Youâre close, so close that with just another lap of his fingers would make you explode.Â
Holy shit. Youâre going to cum. Youâre to cum on Jonathan Fucking Levyâs fingers.
âDonât you think we should maybe close your blinds?â He taunts, suddenly halting all of his movements. âSurely you wouldnât want the neighbours to see how easily you fall apart for me.â
Jesus. Where did this side of Jonathan come from?Â
âUmâŚy-yeah. Close them.â God, itâs starting to take effect on you. When was the last time a man made you stumble over your own words like that?Â
With a gentle kiss to your cheek, he rises from the bed to leave you attempting to find relief from the friction of your thighs, chasing what you were seconds from having.Â
When you begin to wonder what takes him so long, you turn to face him staring out of the window, his silhouette blocking the light of the streetlamp that normally floods in through the glass. The fingers that were toying with your cunt seconds ago twitch by his side rubbing together the remnants of your slick, so sensual that it has you biting your bottom lip. Before he closes the curtain he takes those fingers and puts them in his mouth as if heâs just swiped the whipped cream from atop a pudding heâs forbidden to have. But sometimes thatâs what makes it all the sweeter.Â
âJonathan?â you whisper to pull him from his reverie, your patience waning.Â
âComing,â he says gently. âJust taking it all in. You, meâŚâ he snaps the curtains closed and plunges you both into darkness, âyour taste on my tongue.âÂ
Slowly and somewhat menacingly he turns around and his shoulders are hunched, his fists are clenched, his breathing is audibly racing. The tone instantly changes when he comes to stand over you, his fingers tilting your chin up to look at him directly. It hooks you in immediately, suddenly feeling the compulsion to do whatever he wants, to go wherever he guides you.Â
Jonathanâs voice slithers through the air like a snake through the wreaths, worming its way into the valley of your ears so clear and precise. âI know I said I was going to take this slowly and I whole-heartedly intend to follow through with that. But just so you know, I donât think I can be gentle. Can you allow me that?âÂ
âYes, Jonathan, yes.âÂ
âGood.âÂ
It amazes you how one short syllable completely changes the aura of the room, how easily Jonathan commands control of the situation because all of a sudden, the gentle traces of his fingertips circling your chin changes to a clawed hand around your neck, drawing you into an all-consuming kiss thatâs more powerful than before. Without missing a single beat, he forces you onto your back and hovers over you, caging you in and anchoring his weight down onto your pelvis. It should feel claustrophobic and intrusive, but instead it feels like a sanctuary; warm, safe, secure.
Where it feels like he belongs.
Shivers race up your spine and throw your hands into motion as they cling onto his shirt, luring him even closer until the beat of his heart is pounding against yours. Not only that, but you can feel his hips thrusting into yours, grinding his contained cock against your heat and it elicits a moan from both of you. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, he races to undo his belt, pulling himself free and you almost squeal with the anticipation of knowing how well he can undo you with one swift thrust. But like Jonathan promised, he isnât going to rush this. He slowly peels off your underwear until you are well and truly exposed.
Not without a few pumps of his fist, he lines himself up and anchors you down, teasing your entrance with the head of his leaking cock, giving you a taster of whatâs to come.Â
âYou drive me fucking insane,â he grumbles into your mouth. âAlways have, always will.âÂ
âPlease stop talking.â
âOr what, huh?â he chuckles. He takes the head of his cock and batters it against your swollen clit. Deliberately, you guess, to render you speechless. And it works, the snide quip hot on your lips quickly loses all conviction and youâre back to moans and whimpers. ââS what I thought. You and I both know how much we want this. How much weâve missed this.â
This time you take the chance to bite back before he robs you of it. âWell get on with it, then.âÂ
Now driven, he snags your bottom lip with his teeth dragging it out until itâs released with a pop. âFine.â
Giving you a final taste of his lips, he comes to a stand taking your legs with him with a mighty pull until your hips lie just over the precipice of the bed. He hugs your legs to his chest, his cock lining up with your exposed cunt perfectly and with powerful thrust, he sinks deep into you. All of the air punches out of your lungs in a single beat and you claw at the bed sheets while you fight for your breath back. Youâre momentarily debilitated while you acclimate to his size, filling you so effortlessly. Despite being slightly uncomfortable, itâs a welcome intrusion and youâre thankful that he gives you a minute.
âFuck, youâre so tight. Holy fuck.â
Not a moment later, he pulls his hips back, completely withdrawing and just when you think youâve got your breath back he charges into you again, snapping his hips against your ass and sending aftershocks up the length of your body. Itâs a motion he repeats over and over again, giving you that pleasurable feeling of being so full of him as he grinds into you all to be taken away within a moment leaving utterly empty. You have just enough awareness to listen out for the staccato notes of his hips slapping against yours followed by your sheepish sobs.Â
Itâs insatiable. He never changes pace and the power of his thrusts never falters. He certainly doesnât allude to breaking his promise of rushing things and frustratingly so, continues his slow rampage, finding pleasure in that little sweet spot where the swollen ridge of his cock drags from your cunt. Itâs enough to get you going, but not enough to finish you off.Â
âI need more,â you beg between breaths. âPlease.âÂ
Jonathan doesnât respond, and instead waits until the cheeks of your ass are red raw from his poundings (which feels like a lifetime) and only then, does he take a new approach. Your legs swing apart, forced wide open by his greedy hands and youâre left to watch with bated breath as he drops to his knees and devours you.
âFuck, Jonathan!â
âMm, thatâs right, baby, say my name.âÂ
âJonath--fuck!â His mouth completely consumes every inch of your cunt, lavishing the taste of you with his tongue from deep within you to the tip of your clit. Amongst the buzzes of his hum, the soft scrape of his beard, and the crescent-moon marks pressing into your waist, your back arches as desire slowly morphs into a desperate pain, needing to give his hot mouth more access to your cunt if it was at all possible. And just when you think you are ready to give in, he steals the moment from you. With two fingers, he slots them easily into you and starts working your pussy at a torturous pace.Â
âLook how soaked you are.â His lips brush against your clit as he speaks, a depraved grunt rolling from the back of his throat.Â
âIâm gonna cum.âÂ
âDo it. I want it. I wanna taste you. I want you.âÂ
Your heart grows, a small smile appearing on your lips. The warmth of affection stills you momentarily to appreciate how you have your old love back, the man you could never really get over, that all those years of waiting and wanting are over. You donât know what it was about the sudden softness and love-drunkenness that washed through you, but God, he was stunning. Everything about him was annoyingly perfect. Stupidly, annoyingly perfect. Yet, here he was, lavishing you as if you were an elixir of life.
Your fingers itch to race through his locks to pull him closer, tempted to never let him go. Through his dark lashes, his lust-heavy eyes find yours as if he knew what you were insinuating.
âDonât worry, baby, Iâm never leaving. Let go for me.âÂ
You didnât need to be told again. With the final swipe of his tongue across your clit, you internal combust, your entire body folding into itself with Jonathan trapped between your thighs.Â
----
You and Jonathan spent the night catching up on all the years you spent apart, sharing orgasm after orgasm until you were completely and utterly spent. Despite only having just a few hours of sleep, you awoke early in the morning, just in time to see the sun rise over the peak of your neighboursâ houses. All is calm in the street aside from the few birds tweeting in Miraâs tree and Jonathanâs steady breathing beside you. The tranquil, blissful few moments of consciousness fills you with a sense of rejuvenation from all that has happened within the last 24 hours. If it hadnât been for Miraâs approval beforehand, you would be drowning in guilt. You make a mental reminder to talk to her and apologise later.Â
You roll over on your side of the bed to find Jonathan sleeping peacefully beside you, his hand tucked under his chin like it always did when he was deep in slumber and you quirk a smile when you realise that nothingâs changed. With a delicate finger, you sweep away the curl resting against his forehead, careful not to wake him but yet he still stirs, readjusting himself subconsciously. Though not fully awake, he reaches out for you as if it was instinct and little do you know, it is. Every morning since you split, Jonathan had always reached out for you to find nothing but empty cold space on the other side of his bed and it was a sad reality he couldnât quite accept. But now, when his fingertips feel the warmth of your skin against his, he doesnât hesitate to lure you into his embrace to relish the lingering scent of your perfume, the slow beating of your heart, the little content hum singing from your throat. Youâre here. Youâre real. And heâs certain to never lose you again.
In his drowsy state, he puckers his lips in a timid kiss to the surface of your forehead.Â
âLove you,â he quietly murmurs.Â
With a breathy laugh, you return his kiss, whispering the same words against his bare chest directly over his heart.Â
I love you too, Jonathan Fucking Levy.Â
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Mermaid who is infatuated with your legs and wants to be in between them. The encounter is by chance, but it ends in something deeper than friendship. đ
Feminine Reader x Mermaid
CW: Smut | Some Horror | Mentions of Drowning | No death
"C'mon don't be a baby," Noah said. His tone indicated that he was joking, but you knew well enough that deep down, he hoped you would swim in Lake Lost at night.
"Leave her alone. You know she's not down for things like that," Mira hissed in his direction.
Mira had been your best friend since high school. She knew what you liked, didn't like, and downright hated. Which made it all the more surprising when she started going out with Noah years later.
Noah had always been an ass. He spent a majority of 11th grade in detention, and a majority of college skipped class from being too hungover. In your opinion, Mira was too good for him. It was an inside joke that if she were into girls that you would treat her way better.
You sighed. "If only," you thought to yourself.
The water seemed to have an electric hum to it tonight, and the closer you walked to the edge of the dock, the louder it got.
"Do you guys feel that?" You asked, turning to face your two friends. Of course they didn't because they were too busy making out. Again.
You cleared your throat.
"Earth to horny. Can you hear me? I am standing right here, you know."
Pulling away from Noah, Mira's eyes widened and she bit her lower lip. Embarrassed looked cute on her.
Noah, however, wore embarrassment about as well as he would wear anything. Proudly and way too loud for your liking.
"What can I say," he pulled Mira back to his chest. "She's hot," he finished with an annunciation on the "t".
"At least go back to the car so I don't have to watch," you sneered. Clearly, you were the least important thing here.
"No! This is supposed to be our little reunion before the wedding," Mira's eyes dropped as she tried to step towards you. Ah, right. The wedding. You were going to be Mira's maid of honor next week.
None of it felt real. The wedding. College graduation. Hell, even life itself felt strange these days. It's as if everything you knew turned inside out over night, and nobody else felt the difference but you.
You took a deep breath.
"I can always jump in the lake some other time," you faked a half smile.
"Besides. I'm sure you two would like to make one last memory here before becoming," you swallowed, "husband and wife."
Mira turned her head. What her eyes fixated on, you couldn't quite tell. The only thing apparent is that she'd rather look anywhere but at her so-called best friend.
"Well," Noah said breaking the tension.
"Maybe she's right. We can always go for some new memories." He wiggled his eyebrows and Mira's shoulders eased. Your stomach lurched in a pattern with the waves behind you.
"If you're sure -" Mira began.
"I'm sure. Go. I'll be here. I - I missed Lake Lost."
"Really?" They said in unison, brows furrowed.
"Yeah. You know, I love lore and mysteries. What is Lake Lost besides one big mystery. All those bodies are still missing. Surely, it was from boating accidents or drowning, but still. You guys deserve some privacy."
Mira's gaze leveled with yours. Her eyes, a coppery brown, finally showed signs of softening.
You were getting comfortable under the heat of her eyes when Noah swept her off of her feet. Literally.
"Let's go, future Mrs. Scobolt."
With that, they were disappearing in heaps of laughter back towards the car. It wasn't quite that far from the dock, but Mira suggested parking at the entrance in case anyone showed up.
Technically, the park closed at sunset which was 2 hours ago, but when you saw the sign from the backseat of the car, you got a little excited.
Mira hadn't been wrong. You guys used to spend every evening here in the summer. It was where you learned to swim, where Mira caught a baby crab, where a pelican stole your shoe, and where you and Mira kissed.
These waters have seen everything and more. Much more.
Your spine ran cold in the July heat at the thought of the deaths. They had explanations for all of them, but it was eerie how they all occurred at night. Who would go boating at night? The lake is closed!
Then again, here you were. You looked back towards the car, but a thick fog had begun to roll off of the restless waters. You couldn't see more than 200 feet around you in any direction. It was as if a cloud had swallowed you in the time you were thinking.
Going back to the car was still an option, but the mental image of Mira being pounded into by Noah set off a dozen alarms in your head.
Her head rolling back, his hands on her hips.
No. You'd stay at the dock until you were sure that whatever they were doing was over.
Cementing the idea in your head, you say down at the edge of the wooden structure. The water reminded you of the midnight sky, an abyss that had no end. Yet, the clinginess of your shirt to your skin meant that the humidity was only rising.
You decided to soak your feet in the water, and as your legs made contact with the coolness of the lake, a happy sigh escaped your lips.
A few minutes pass of you relaxing on your forearms, feet gently swaying in the lake. You watched the ripples from your moments with hooded eyes.
"I can see how people fall asleep out here," you think whilst fighting back a yawn.
The rustle of leaves in the summer breeze, the chirp of bullfrogs, the increasing bubble of the water - wait.
You sit up, fully alert and eyes wide. The bubbles are concentrated in one area, but they're quickly moving closer to you.
Whipping your head to the car, you open your mouth to call for help. The problem is that nothing comes out. You're stuck.
It's as if you've been submerged in ice. A chill coats your bones, freezing you in place. Your mind races onward, begging your legs to rise from the water.
The circle of erratic lake closes in and as the bubbles reach the edge of your legs, you come to your senses.
But it's too late.
The summer air is warm, but the spot of the lake where you're pulled into is warmer. Water floods your vision and you find yourself flailing, gripping as nothing as you are pulled down into an ombre of darker blues.
You can't see what's grabbed you, nor do you care. Why does it feel like a hand? That doesn't matter, you begin to kick with the hope of striking anything.
The murky water is quickly filling your lungs, and your ability to struggle is growing weak. A blackness eats at the edge of your vision, and dizziness begins to set in.
"Mira!" You try to scream, but it comes out in a slew of air bubbles that only floods your lungs quicker.
You give one more kick, stronger than the rest. You feel your heel connect with a mass. Suddenly, you're free. You slowly make your way to the surface, fighting the urge to pass out.
"Fuck," you gasp in a voice that sounds unlike your own. Coughing and sputtering, water spews from your body, and you grab onto the wooden base of the dock for support.
"What on earth was -," you stop when you hear the familiar rumble of hot water. The bubbles. They've come back, and they're racing towards you.
With no time or energy to pull yourself onto the dock, you wait - panting, for whatever the creature is to take you again.
Maybe it's for the best? You weren't exactly happy with your life before, and it's not like Mira would miss you at this point.
Just as you've resigned to becoming fish food, the creature begins to show itself. First, a black spot appears on the surface. Then, as it rises, you're frozen to the spot by icy white eyes with thick lashes of the same hue.
It's a woman. No? It's - what is she? Her eyes are huge and nearly human minus the color, but her skin is a milky blue. She's beautiful albeit definitely not human.
"Are those," your voice trembles, and you reach a shaky hand up towards her face.
The woman - thing, tilts her head. She doesn't move from your touch. Instead, you made contact with her skin. It's ice cold, and your suspicion was correct. She has gills.
Lost in a sea of thoughts, you hardly realize that you'd begun to stroke her skin.
"What -" her voice startles you back to the present. It is dreamy and quiet with a lilt that has you mesmerized.
"What are you?" She asks. Her eyes are wider than yours, but while you're staring at her face, she has taken a liking to staring at your chest.
The look on her face isn't at all displeased, and a heat trickles down your neck. As if on cue, her eyes snap to yours. She waits for you to respond.
"Oh, um. I'm a human. I'm a woman."
"Human? Woman?" Her head is still tilted, so you continue.
"Yeah. A human. I live up there," you point towards the land and her eyes follow. She blinks a few times before looking down into the water.
"And what are those?"
"What are what?" You look down to see what caught her attention, but instead of finding the source of her curiosity, you stir up your own.
A tail. She has a tail. Her human form ends at her bellybutton, and from there blooms a tail that glitters in sparks of white and lavender beneath the dark surface.
"Mermaid" you whisper under your breath.
Apparently, you did not answer the mermaid's question fast enough because you feel her looming over you before you see her.
Her chest comes into view, and you're forced to look up to meet her eyes once more. You bite your lip to avoid smiling at how gorgeous she is.
She chuckles, emitting a sound like tinkering bells and you feel a webbed palm on your thigh.
A panicked yelp slips from your lips before you register what happened.
"I apologize!" The mermaid responds.
"I did not know that your tails were so sensitive. I should have asked first."
Tails? She thinks you have tails? You look down at your legs, then back up at her. She's shrunken into herself, embarrassed at what she thinks may have hurt you.
"No. No no no," you begin to laugh.
"These are my legs," you swim around her in a small circle.
"They help me to swim, walk, and run. They're kind of important. I guess they are to me what your tail is to you."
You don't know why you've become so animated, but seeing the mermaid smile at your explanation has your heart picking up it's pace.
"By the way," you can't stop talking. You've tried, but the words keep flooding out.
"Why did the water bubble when you came? Also, why did you try to drown me?"
She blinks again, narrowing her eyes.
"Drown you? I - I thought you could swim like me? Are you not able to breathe water for long?"
"I can't breathe water at all. I have no gills. Human."
"Huh," she looks off to the side.
"Perhaps that is why those other humans did not last very long with me. I only wanted to study their two tails, but by the time I took them back to my shell cave, they did not want to talk to me."
Your stomach lurches again. She's the reason Lake Lost is called Lake Lost, and she has no idea what she's even done.
"So - So you only wanted to look at their legs? You drowned those people by accident?"
Recognition hits the mermaid like a wave. She spins around, scaled fingers over her mouth.
"I took their lives. Oh goodness, I drowned them!"
She did, and she should probably feel bad about it, but watching her tail flap in distress was not only upsetting you, but it was causing some bigger waves to form in the lake. You could swim, but you weren't sure if you could survive a tsunami.
You swim to her, placing a hand on her back.
"Warm," she turns to you, claimed.
"You are warm."
"Yes. I am. It's human blood. If I'm not warm, then I'll die."
She giggles at your factual explanation.
"You're very interesting. I still feel remorse for the humans that I hurt. I didn't mean to. I promise," she looks at you pleadingly.
"I know you didn't, and if it makes you feel better you can study my legs," the end of your sentence comes out as more of a question. You can't believe you just said that. What if she tries to rip your legs off?
Still, she's stunning. The moon is in its crescent phase, casting a dim shadow over the lake. Her dark hair has a faint light to it, and her white eyes look pearlescent. You could study her for hours, but her lack of shirt deters you as you don't want to make her uncomfortable.
She, on the other hand, has no problem with taking all of you in. Her claim is that she wants to study your legs, but every time you look away, her eyes flutter back to your chest, your lips.
Her hand twitches, and she claps both of them together in front of her.
"I would like that. Thank you," she smiles, and you shiver again at her teeth. They're razor sharp. She could kill you with one bite.
Not that she would. In fact, what happens next surprises you. Grabbing onto the dock, you begin to hoist yourself from the water without much success. Your hands are too wet to get a decent grip.
Sinking back into the water for the second time, you let out a frustrated huff.
Without warning, you feel a pair of icy cold hands gripping your hips, and a torso pressing itself to your back.
Staring into those white irises, she doesn't break your gaze and she lifts you onto the dock, setting you down gently.
You open your mouth to speak, but she beats you to it.
"You are welcome, human." A light blue creeps onto her neck and cheeks.
"What is it that fascinates you about legs? I know you don't have them, but they must look awfully funny to you from beneath the lake's surface."
"They do, but that is why I like them. They are something new. I have had this tail since I was young. It no longer interests me."
The mermaid takes pause, and her eyes scan you over again.
She continues, "Humans are different. Your anatomy is more complex. There are parts that do different things. I have heard many stories about your kind."
"Really? From who?"
"Fish that get set free, my sisters who used to watch humans from a distance. They say that if you make a human very happy, then something good happens. They called it "the cry".
Now it's your turn to be confused.
"Crying is usually not a good thing when humans do it. At least, in my experience. Though, I've not had many joyous occasions to cry over," you avoid her piecing eyes.
"No. It is not a sad cry. It is one that happens when you touch the spots between a human's legs."
She speaks in a voice that edges with excitement. You inch closer towards her at the edge of the dock until your legs brush her chest.
"Do you - are you saying that you want to do that? You want to have sex with a human?"
She laughs again, "Yes. I want to know everything about you. How your legs feel when I wrap them around my waist, how the -"
"What?"
"What would you like me to call your sensitive place, sweet human?"
"Well it's -" you snort out a laugh. You can't believe this is happening.
"Most people refer to it as a pussy, but you can use whatever word you see fit,"
"May I take a look at it?" she asks, moving forward to close any space between the two of you.
"And while I'm at it," she maneuvers your legs so that they rest on her hips, stroking them with her palms. You expected more scales, but her palms are completely smooth.
Leaning towards you until her nose nearly brushed yours, she whispers, "is this ok?"
You nod eagerly as words fail you again.
"Gosh, your legs are so cute. It's like they were made to hold people - or merpeople between them," she looks down, admiring the connection of your limbs and her body.
"Human."
"Hm?"
"I asked you earlier, but I think you were too distracted. May I see your pretty, sensitive areas?"
You think for a moment.
"Only if you promise that you'll greet them with a kiss."
Her eyes beam, a faint white glow added to their usual milkiness. A high pitched purr rumbles from somewhere within her throat, and she smiled, barring all of her teeth.
You lifted yourself enough that she could pull off your bottoms, but she protested the action.
"Human. I think you misunderstand my kindness. Please, do as I ask like an obedient creature."
Your ass hit the dock with a thump. Why on earth were you listening to her willingly? Is she using magic?
You didn't have to ponder because with a airy whisper of the word, "lift" you found yourself rising again for her to do exactly what you tried to help her with.
"Good girl," she mumbled.
And it was if your head no longer existed for the second she saw pussy, she was in a trance. She sunk into the water, leveling her gaze with your cunt. Her eyes reflecting no trace of what she saw, yet you could feel the wind rolling onto your clit.
You were wet, and she loved nothing more in the world than water.
"Pretty," she said breathlessly, still moving closer until her lips were centimeters from your clit.
"Is this it, sweet human?"
You knew she meant your clit. You could feel her cold breath chilling you from the outside, in.
"Yes, miss," you tested the nickname.
She made no sudden movement and to say, "What a polite pearl you are."
That must've been her last thought, too because after that you felt bliss. Short kisses were being peppered onto your folds.
She was working her way down to your entrance, teasing your hole with her double pointed tongue before she spread her affection to your inner thighs.
Your hand reached out, resting lighting in her damp hair, and emitted another of those high-pitched whines.
You gripped her harder.
"Do not get greedy, human," she teased, lifting one of your legs from the water to kiss her way down to your ankle.
"If it is me you want, then I will give it to you with time."
Her movements never ceased, and within seconds she was back between your legs, lapping at your folds.
Delighted hums left you in waves, and with a shaking voice, you mumbled, "Clit. Please, suck on my clit."
"Silence," she whispered, shutting you up in an instant.
She obeyed nonetheless. Her lips wrapped around the bundle of nerves while her tongue continued its journey. It was clear that she was being extra careful not to nip you with her teeth, but the tentative behavior only made you want more.
You began to pant, grinding your hips onto her face. Her eyes fluttered open unbeknownst to you, and while she continued to sail you towards an orgasm, one of her eyes bled into an inky blue.
Her efforts ceased, and your eyes opened immediately. It wasn't like you to outwardly pout, but the loss of contact had your lower lip trembling.
When you noticed her eyes, you felt like crying for an entirely different reason.
"Are you alright?" You said breathlessly.
She did not respond.
Her hands gripped your legs in a bruising fashion, and she yanked you into the lake once more.
Instead of drowning, you found yourself being held to her bare chest. She was looking down at you expectantly.
"I want to know what you're feeling, sweet pet."
Her tone was like molasses. Sticky and sultry. You were lost in her, and her gaze did not move from you.
Securing you in her arms, her tail found a home between your legs. As she positioned herself, a few of her scales glided across your cunt, and you moaned into her chest.
A breath was let out by her, and a strangled groan followed.
"Did you - did you feel that?" You searched her neverending pupils for signs of pleasure.
"A mermaid's tail is much more than a vice for swimming, pet. I can feel every contraction, every throb of your pretty pearl. I love it."
She closed her eyes, hugging you tightly while her tail moved back and forth against you. Every few seconds she would go farther out with her movements so that a stray scale would make contact with your clit.
It was as if you were grinding on her except she was holding you, suspended in the foggy lake.
"Miss, please. More. Need more," you begged.
Her tail moved faster. Meanwhile, her lips found yours, kissing you harshly as if to keep you quiet.
Your tongues found each other, swirling before she plunged hers into your mouth. You sucked on it eagerly, moaning into her mouth as your wetness coated her scaled.
Her heartbeat was increasing, and you were a mess.
"Pet, I am not going to last much longer. Use those pretty legs to move yourself on me. Let us finish together."
She loosened her arms. You used the opportunity to place your hands on her abdomen, grinding yourself faster against her.
"Such a good pet," is all you heard amongst the splashing of the water. The bubbles had returned, and steam rose into the air. You felt the nerves in your pussy throbbing, and you knew that she could feel it, too.
"Let it out, sweet human. Finish for me," she cooed into your ear.
Your legs trembled, and you nearly gave out onto her as your orgasm crashed onto you. Your hand groped her breast, and she placed a shaking palm over yours.
Her tail vibrated, and you heard faint a whimper and whines as she gasped for air. She had cum.
"Keep going. Keep moving. I am almost done," she begged, rocking you.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of warmth and wet kisses, you both regained your breathing.
A tail and a set of legs stay intertwined in the sway of the waves, and she guided your hand up towards the moonlight.
The two of you stayed that way, enjoying the frog symphony and the crickets hum. Drifting to the center of the lake as you lay on her belly, watching as her webbed fingers toyed with yours.
"Thank you, sweet human," she said after a while.
You felt like you should be thanking her. After everything that's been happening to you, you finally felt real. You had been seen for the first time in a long time.
"If it is not too much to ask, may I see you again? I am sure there are many more parts of you that I could learn from."
You smiled to yourself.
"As long as I can learn from you as well. I'm sure you've got a ton of stories to tell."
She laughed. You were prepared to ask her about her family, but the familiar sound of tires on asphalt made you both freeze.
Mira and Noah. You had forgotten.
You felt your new companions heartbeat race. Turning to her, you took her cheeks in your hands.
"They're good people, but I understand why you might not want to be seen. I'll come back again tomorrow. This time, I'll bring you a gift."
"A gift?"
"Mhm. Something that you can keep or take to your sisters to show them,"
A few clicks sounded from her throat, and she pressed her forehead to yours.
"Fine, but take care of these legs, sweet human. I do like them very much."
She swam towards the dock with you on her back, shifting to set you on the wooden structure unharmed.
With a wink, she dove into the abyss of Lake Lost, and you heard Mira in the distance.
"Hey! Are you ready to go? Noah saw a park ranger coming this way."
Shit.
"Yeah! I'm coming," you glanced back at the lake, and a shimmer of lavender twinkled not so far away.
"Tomorrow" you thought to yourself.
You could look forward to tomorrow.
#monster smut#sapphic smut#monster fucker#monster fudger#monster lover#sapphic monster#fem reader#mermay#mythology#mermaid x human#mermaid#wlw smut#smut
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WHICH ONE OF MY FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS YOU WOULD BE?
This is a general channeling based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesnât. If you donât feel the pile resonates with you, donât be scared to try another, if it still doesnât feel right, thatâs ok! Maybe our energies arenât as connected and my readings are not for you.
I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I do not charge for these readings, and I do not fake content.
PICK A PILE READING
I asked my spirit guides what favourite fictional character of mine you would identify as, pick a picture and find out what they had to say!
PILE 1
Tom Riddle. (Harry Potter)
Being born into a life of disadvantages cannot be easy, his parents have been a fluke of love rather than a serious one, a small one-sided magically influenced fling turned into the birth of their only son, but one could not have and one did not want, so he was given away. Unwanted, alone, ignored, mistreated. So he assumes power in the only way that he knows how to, having not been given love or care his entire life, all he knew was darkness, and so he worked further with it.
Tom Riddle soon enough became the most overpowered and feared wizard in the entire world, his name itself was one people worried to beckon incase it summoned the dark lord himself, this was the only way for Tom to get his revenge on the world.
But Tom was scared, no matter how old he grew, he was always so concerned for the thought of death that clouded his mind daily, so much of his life was taken from him at the start, and at the end he just wanted more.
Everything he had built, whether with good heart or not, was stolen from his grasp and ripped from under his hands, the little time that he was granted was shortened by his fear, a deep deep terror that he would never have enough of it, that there could not be enough seconds on the clock to count how long he wanted to be alive.
So soon enough, the nightmares that haunted him while he was awake, were the ones that defeated him and dragged him back to sleep.
PILE 2
Mira Troy. (Enola Holmes 2)
Miss Mira Troy, the unexpected villain of the story, the one too overlooked to have the evil intent noticed by those who were near her, the woman with twice the mind of anyone she had to work for, but ignored because of her identity.
Mira Troy took the invisibility that she was granted within her job, her place in society and ran with it, hiding her true self from everyone in order to be the person that no one knew she could become. All her opinions and words were disregarded and seen past, so she created a false persona, she expressed her intentions clearly, but so discreetly that no one who had the opportunity to talk to her would realise that she was indeed capable of the things normally seen fit for a man.
She schemed in darkness but she worked in daylight, achieving more than she wouldâve been given, creating all that she was not allowed to have, and all without any wandering eyes, all unnoticed, unseen.
She managed to complete one of the most heinous, risky crimes all in order to make the money that she deserved regardless, and she did it without anybody poking their nose in, purely to play a game with Sherlock, and even then if he was not acquired to help Mira Troy most definitely wouldâve gotten away with it.
PILE 3
Elizabeth Boland. (Good Girls)
Beth was just a casual mother when she got herself into some trouble, she would carpool her kids to their soccer games, she would bake cookies for the school bake sales, it was the least expected to know that she and her friends, average mothers like herself were engaging in moving, cleaning and laundering fake cash for a dangerous gang leader.
And even when she managed to find a way out of her predicament, she put herself back in for more, she needed to experience something other than the bore of being a stay at home mother; she discovered how much she enjoyed doing risky things, and even when a gun was held to her head, she didnât care much for what was going to happen.
She outsmarted those who thought little of her, got the gang leader wrapped around her finger and continued to make the money that she could from doing what no one expected she would. Her plans were always fool proof, they were designed intricately to keep herself out of trouble, and she did it purely just to have a more exciting life. She liked the thrill of it.
Even when she did get caught, her excellence in lying helped her out a ton, making her seem like a sweet innocent mother once again, no one would know what she was really planning on doing.
But maybe she was too easy going, forgiving her husband for cheating multiple times, for faking cancer, for trying to kill her gang leader friend, who may have been more than a friend.
#tarot#tarotblr#tarotcommunity#free tarot#tarot witch#tarot reading#tarot cards#pick a card#pick a pile
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A Marriage Of Convenience
Summary: You and Kix have been friends for years, since near the start of the war to be more precise. So, when you ask him to marry you, in the hopes that a legal wedding would finally give him and his brothers the rights that they deserve, he jumped at the chance. It worked. And now, four years later, with the war over, youâre still happily married to your best friend.
Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x F!Reader
Word Count: 1298
Warnings: Some miscommunication
Tagging: @bad4amficideas @justiceandwar98 @Mira-Loves-Star-Wars @tiredbi-peach
@dukeoftheblackstar @trixie2023 @kimiheartblade @padawancat97 @falconfeather23435
@etod @n0vqni
A/N: So this whole idea was born from the many asks I got on Saturday about this very topic. Also, I'm feeling much better, it seems like my fever finally broke late last night. Maybe. I haven't actually checked, lol.
Kix wakes slowly, taking his time to fight off the claws of sleep that want to drag him back into dreamland.
Not that thereâs any reason for him to be awake, heâs not a soldier anymore and the clinic is closed today, so he could sleep in if he wanted to. But, even now, years after the war sleeping in feels wrong to him.Â
So he lays in bed and blinks hazily at the ceiling, waiting to wake up enough that heâs able to roll over and look at his comm to make sure none of his brothers did something stupid last night.
Kix is about to roll out of bed, intent on starting his normal routineâ an hour-long run, and then showering before making breakfastâ when he hears a groan from next to him.Â
His riduur is slowly waking up, and he canât stop the smile that crosses his face at the sight of her lying there. Her hair is a mess, sticking up in random directions, and curling into her face.Â
She blinks at him blearily, âKix?â
âGood morning, riduur,â He sits up and leans over to brush a curl off her face, only for it to spring right back into place, and he has to muffle his laughter. âYour hair has taken on a life of its own.â
âSâalright,â She mumbles, âIt does that sometimes.â She yawns widely, and Kix feels his heart clench. She really is unfairly adorable. Good thing heâs already locked her down and he doesnât have to worry about anyone stealing her from him.
âYou can go back to sleep, riduur,â Kix says lightly as he lightly pushes her hair out of her face so he can see her pretty eyes, âItâs early.â
âYouâre awake,â She accuses as she rubs her cheek against his hand.
âI have a thing about sleeping in,â Kix replies, âYou know this, cyarâika.â
She squints at him, âSomeday, Iâm going to make one of your brothers tell me what those words mean,â
He leans in as if to share a secret, âTheyâll never tell you because Iâm scarier than you are.â
She pouts at him, and itâs almost enough to make him want to tell her what riduur and cyarâika and cyare mean. Almost.
âKix,â She whines his name and it takes all of his willpower to keep breathing, âWe should sleep some more.â
âCyare,â He teases her, âIâm going to go for a run.â
Somehow, her pout becomes more pronounced, âBut sleep.â
âIâm not stopping you from sleeping in, cyarâika.â Kix reassures, âAnd Iâm certainly not going to force you to go on a run with me.â
âGood. If you did Iâd ask for a divorce.â
âOuch.â Kix replies with a laugh, âNo need to worry, riduur, I know youâre allergic to running.â
âIâm only going to run if someone is chasing me,â She yawns again and buries her face in her pillow, her gaze locked on his face.
âGood to know.â Kix watches her watching him, and he raises a single brow, âWhy are you staring?â
She grins at him and sits up suddenly, flinging her arms around his neck and knocking him back onto the bed.
Itâs so surprising that a startled laugh falls from him, âRiduurââ
She buries her face in his neck and drapes one of her legs across his hips, her arms tightening around him, âThere. Now we sleep.â Her breath is warm against his neck and Kix shivers, unable to help himself.
Slowly his arms wrap around her, one of his hands tangling in her hair, while the other slowly strokes her back, âSomeoneâs clingy this morning.â He murmurs in her ear.
âIâm clingy every morning,â She replies as she rubs her nose against his neck, âYou just normally get up before I can be clingy.â
Kix hums thoughtfully and then shifts his head so that his nose is pressed into her hair. She smells citrusy, a mix of her shampoo, body wash, and the lotion she prefers. Itâs a scent that heâs come to associate with her and with safety.
Itâs a scent heâs come to associate with love. His love for her, to be more specific.
Kix doesnât say anything for a moment, and heâs almost positive that sheâs fallen back to sleep while half lying on him, until her fingers curl into the thin material of the shirt he wears to bed.
âWhatâs up, cyare?â Kix asks as he glances down to try and see her face.
She shifts so that her face isnât buried in his neck, and the expression on her face isnât one heâs ever seen before. Itâs soft and warm and makes goosebumps spread across his entire body.
âKix,â His name is a sigh on her lips and his arms tighten around her, pulling a startled squeak from her. A smile spreads across her face and she shifts so sheâs able to press her hand against his cheek.
Kix closes his eyes and leans into her touch.
âIâve been thinking,â She murmurs.
âAbout?â She doesnât say anything for a moment, and Kix opens his eyes to look at her, her expression has become slightly wistful as she gazes up at him, âCyare?â
âThis whole thing started as a way to get you all rights,â She murmurs, âAnd it worked. Youâre all legal citizens of the Republic.â She pauses her thumb lightly trailing against his jaw, âIfâŚif you wanted a divorce,â She says quietly, âSo you can find someone you actually loveââ
âStop.â Kix interrupts and she immediately falls silent. He slowly moves his hands to cup her face, âI want you. Only you.â
She blinks at him, and then she huffs, âYou donât love me, Kixââ
âSays who?â
She blinks at him dumbly, âWhat?â
âWho says I donât love you?â
â...General Skywalker said that the marriage wasââ
âI havenât spoken to Skywalker since the war ended. How would he know?â Kix points out.
She blinks at him again.
Kix sighs, âListen to me, riduur. Are you listening?â
âYeah.â
âI love you. Iâve loved you for ages. And itâs fine if you donât feel the same way. Iâm happy with how we are. I absolutely do not want a divorce.â
â...you donât?â
âNo, I donât.â
She shifts slightly so that sheâs lying on top of him, her gaze scanning his face as if trying to determine if heâs lying to her or not. And then she releases a soft sigh and she leans in to press her forehead against his, âYou love me?â
Kix smiles at her, âYou single-handedly won rights for me and my brothers. How could I not love you?â
âNot single-handedly.â
âClose enough.â He counters dismissively.
A soft laugh falls from her lips, and Kix canât help the small grin that crosses his face at the sound.Â
And then, quickly, she presses her lips against his.
Itâs the first time theyâve kissed since their wedding day and Kix immediately leans into the kiss, allowing her to set the pace. And when she breaks the kiss, she looks flustered and she wonât meet his gaze.
It takes him a few moments to reset his brain and his grin is broad, âDoes this mean that all talks of divorce are off the table?â
She shifts and presses her face against his throat, but he feels her nod.
âGood.â Kix tightens his arms around her and adjusts her so that sheâs lying on the bed again. âI suppose I little early morning cuddling would be good for us.â
She peeks up at him, a small grin playing on her lips.
Later heâll comm Rex and get him to find out what, exactly, Skywalker said to his perfect riduur, but for now, she deserves all of his attention. And sheâs going to get it.
#star wars#tcw#clone medic kix x reader#kix x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic
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Vampire's Kiss | Chapter One
Pairing | Vampire!Jungkook x Reader
Word Count | 3,7k
Warnings | +18, hate and prejudice about vampires, mentions of blood and sex
⤡ Summary | Humans have finally unveiled and accepted the centuries-old existence of vampires, in a modern world people share their lives with these peculiar and mysterious creatures, but it is not all roses.
Will two souls belonging to such different species be able to be together?
⢠Author's Note | Hi, guys! â¤ď¸ This is the first chapter of Vampire's Kiss, please let me know if you like the story, it would be really good for me! đĽ°đ
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"Do you know what happens when a vampire invites you out?" You roll your eyes, aware that Mirae is not yet finished with her rant, "Let's hear it, what?" "You never come home and are found in a forest, hanging from a tree, drained," was her solemn reply, she looks at you with stern eyes from behind the thick lenses of her glasses, you smile at her vivid imagination. "Sis, you know that we now live in a society where vampires are accepted by everyone and drink only donated blood, yes?" her frown if possible deepens more. Vampires for a few years now have been leading a healthy lifestyle for everyone, they no longer attack the living, and to have more control over their actions the government sends to their homes every two weeks a bag of blood from the donor they have chosen based on blood type, otherwise they can support themselves by eating the same food as humans, especially undercooked meat. It came to such a condition after all the bloody clashes that took place, both humans and vampires found themselves tired of fearing they would not make it to the next day, so the current arrangement had been arrived at that allows you to coexist without too many problems. Unfortunately, there is always someone who does not accept the new way of life, and your younger sister is one of those someone, she does not trust vampires.
"They're just waiting to come back as strong as they used to be, then they'll start to see us as tasty blood bags again," she hisses, glancing evilly at the page you opened from the PC. This is a dating site for vampires, from which many mixed couples have also sprung. Your best friend for example was happily married last year to her boyfriend, a vampire she met through this very site. You've met him, Shawn is just the sweetest guy and doesn't deserve the derogatory designation of "bloodsucker," as Mirae enjoys calling him instead whenever your best friend video chats with you and is with him. "You hang out too much with those extremist freaks on campus," you look at her harshly; she had joined a crazy group two years ago where they preach hatred of vampires, and she has totally changed since then. She is young and easy to be influenced, you just hope she doesn't go too far. You've tried to convince her to drop that subspecies of a cult, but her crush on the Leader of the Muggles is stronger than common sense, "And now I'd like some privacy!" "I don't want a vampire brother-in-law, I'll never accept that!" she exclaims in turn, before walking out slamming the door to your room, you feel the strong urge to yell insults at her, but you restrain the urge and refocus on the still active web page.
Many faces are silently watching you, and there's no denying that each one is fascinating in its own way, but you don't feel any chemistry, nothing that makes you say, "That's him!" so you go on searching for at least another hour, but still nothing. You could simplify things, date human guys who would surely be easier to find around, after all you've already done that and had a great time, but there's something about the idea of getting bitten that appeals to you. You've read around that vampires like to consume blood during sex, this happens mostly between couples, at that moment it's not just feeding, it's a kind of connection that goes on on both sides, a level of intimacy that provides an almost painful pleasure, you definitely want to try it to satiate your curiosity, and maybe you'll even find the right man for you. Ellen, your best friend, even hinted at some things, but she never went further with the details because it is something too personal to tell, she didn't even explain to you how she - human girl - shared the experience with her boyfriend, since then your brain has never stopped thinking about it for a moment.
You wearily squint your eyes deciding to end your search for the time being, you are tired and certainly cannot waste any more precious hours of rest, your job as an assistant is hell, especially when you have a disgusting caricature of a menstruating man for a boss. "Honey, it's ready!" you hear your mother shout from the kitchen. You haven't lived with your parents for a long time, but every now and then you take a little break to visit them, the only bad thing about these meetings is your younger sister of course. You put on your shoes and walk to your bedroom door, heading to the kitchen, where you find your mother preparing dishes for her meat and potato stew, your mouth is already watering! "Mom..." you look at her with affection, you adore your mom, she cooks like a god and is always understanding, the sweet woman who raised you always knew what to say at the right time and also knew how to measure her words, unlike your father who is a little more like Mirae character-wise.
"Take a seat, come on! Otherwise the food will get cold," she says kindly, patting you lightly on the back, you follow her order and sit to the right of your father, who is staring at the television with a grim expression, his reading glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose, almost following his mood. "Something wrong, dad?" "Another dead body, this time a man at a gas station, not a trace of blood in his body... not a drop," he mutters, you tighten your lips. You know what he'll say next, he doesn't trust vampires. "You know they're not all the same, dad... Tomorrow you'll hear about a human man who killed his employer, don't forget that our kind commits evil deeds too." "But our government helps them! They want live prey, not a sterile bag!" you try to reply, but promptly Mirae comes to her father's aid in his words, contributing to that stifling closed-mindedness. "Dad's convinced too, see?" your sister raises her nose up in a saccharine manner and your stomach clenches, suddenly losing your appetite. Your mother arrives at that moment with steaming plates in the tray, you sigh intercepting her glance, and yes, maybe in such cases it's better not to say anything else.
"You sent the message to Park Jimin, yes? The one where I ask him if he can ask his boss to agree to a dinner to get us on the same page regarding the compatibility of our companies, yes?" You stare at your boss's sweaty face with a smile, even though inside you are screaming. Maybe it's middle age or the fact that his wife left him demanding maintenance, the fact is that he has become more paranoid and oppressive over the past year. "Mr. Kim, I have already contacted Park Jimin and he indicated that he would give me an answer shortly," the man nods, relaxing a bit. The life of the company depends on this agreement, you know. If Kim Seokjin had incorporated your boss's small business then it would have saved you from the broken bank, and as a result your salary would have been even more substantial, but you don't put much hope in that. As mentioned, you are on the brink of the broken bank, which means your efforts do not pay off, so why should Kim Seokjin accept it? In the company where you work you are a bunch of suburban writers and journalists, your magazine is old stuff now. The only way to save everything is to assign you to something else, something your boss evidently never thought of in order to get you up and running again.
"... - it's a crazy thing that a vampire would go to such lengths!" the old man finishes, you realize you haven't been listening to anything at all, but from the last sentence you got the gist of it.
Yes, Kim Seokjin is a vampire, and yes, he goes out in the daytime to have his picture taken with yet another model hanging on his arm.
Vampires can be in daylight, the sun gives them mild eye irritation, which is why - particularly in summer - they use sunglasses, but otherwise no problem, they live like normal humans, just with a little more sunscreen.
And your boss is tremendously envious of all that is Kim Seokjin.
But if you want to hold on to your job you need to talk to Jimin, you've known him since college, he was dating one of your friends at the time and fit in very well in your friendship group, despite being the only non-human present, even when he broke up with your friend he made it clear that he wanted to remain your friend, but you didn't see each other as often as you would have liked.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" you almost jump out of your chair at the lighthearted voice of your colleague, Valentine.
You cast her a suspicious look, "What do you mean?"
Her pretty face breaks into a wide grin, but to you it was like seeing a fox sneer.
"That dating site, right? Vampire's Kiss! Do you know they even made an app out of it? That Kim Seokjin is really a monster of genius."
"Kim Seokjin?" you ask with confusion, has he now also put his hand in the area that was in charge of relationships? Your colleague squints.
"You've been visiting Vampire's Kiss for a week and never wondered who came up with it and put it within everyone's reach?" you arch an eyebrow, of course you didn't know, you're interested in more than just that site! Users signing up for example, not its developer, "Ah! Forget it, just answer me!"
The temptation to tell her to go to hell makes your lips tingle, but you finally respond with a polite smile.
"I haven't found anything yet, actually."
"Take any one, they're all the same."
You widen your eyes, "How?"
Valentine moves her hand hastily, "Vampires, they're all the same! Take any one for experience, they all have the characteristics we're looking for," she says, as if it were obvious you were looking for someone just for fun and nothing else.
But you are not like that, you have enough failed relationships behind you precisely because every one of your partners was looking for that, fun. And you're fed up, you want a healthy, real relationship, not something to try one night stands.
"I don't want just anybody, and I'm not just talking about sex... I'm looking for a relationship actually."
Without warning she bursts out laughing, soundly even. Gritting your teeth, unnerved by her behavior, she recovers for a moment wiping away imaginary tears, "You can't be serious! Vampires were not created for humans, they don't see life the way we do, the most we can do with them is to experience some fun things, but then each to their own way," she says using a cute tone, as if she's looking at a little girl who lives on dreams.
"I'm happy to see things differently from you," after answering her that way you go back to your horrible job, earning a resentful look from her.
"Look it's not just me saying this, a friend of mine recently broke up with one of those guys there, she got dumped" she mutters, you sigh.
"Has the thought ever crossed your mind that we are not all the same? You don't have to rely on other people's experiences, start making your own instead."
Maybe you've been too harsh, so you turn to apologize to her, well, you're sorry you used a brusque tone just because you don't like her way of thinking, but you catch her fixing her lipstick quietly, even sending a flying kiss to her own reflection, you narrow your eyes and refuse to talk to her again. You have better things to do than to listen to ignorant, self-absorbed people.
You rather concentrate on the speech you are writing for your boss, it must be ready before 3 p.m. and without that he would not have been able to say a single word during the meeting with the employees. How such a man has managed to run the show so far you still cannot understand, the secretary before you must have been a saint.
"Ah, Yoongyu asked me how things are going for you here in the office, if you're finally getting along well," Valentine casts you a mischievous glance, "Have you two been getting very close lately?"
More than you can brag about.
You shared a brief but intense acquaintance with Yoongyu on the physical plane. You both had a good time, you were the newcomer and he was the director of the company, he was second only to the CEO so you were totally reliant on his guidance, and just in one of those moments where you felt totally lost at work, he asked you out to dinner. You accepted without a second thought, you liked him, he had subtle dark fox eyes and a charming smile, but your relationship didn't last long. You wanted different things, you a stable relationship and he just a friend to share the intimate sides of a relationship with.
Things were over rather quickly, and now you were enjoying a good friendship.
"We're friends, that's all," she rolled her eyes, as if she believed very little of your words.
"Listen to me, give up your vampire hunting, Van Helsing and find an easy romance to live with."
You don't answer her, the vibration of a new message teases your attention, and you pick up the phone.
From: Sweet Jimin.
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Baby, are you there? đĽş
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You smile spontaneously once you read the sender, Jimin writes to you often using that term, he always treats you like a little sister and for that you are grateful, he is one of your best friends and maybe that is the very reason why you can see vampires as to normal people, just like you.
From: You.
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Does my lovely vampire
needs a hand?
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From: Sweet Jimin.
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I always need a hand, baby đ
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You roll your eyes and take care to point it out, always without stopping giggling. An outside person would have found your chat wacky, you are not together and yet you allow yourselves to flirt a little playfully, but you both know that there would only be mutual affection between you and nothing more driven.
From: You.
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đđđđđ
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From: Sweet Jimin.
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Ouch!
That's how you hurt me đĽ
But okay though, don't get mad....
But I would need you to do me a favor đ
Meet me downtown for coffee?
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You cannot deny him help; you know it as well as he knows it.
From: You.
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Mh. Okay.
What time? A suitable time for me.
Possibly.
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From: Sweet Jimin.
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You are my angel!
Later around 5pm would be perfect!
I love you, baby â¤
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It would have been nice to find someone to chat with using lots of adorable emoji, someone to call "boyfriend" while smiling like a fool.
You tighten your lips, Jimin always gives you too much hope, he is adorable and always expresses himself sweetly to you, who are a loser to the fullest extent. Consequently, you always think that if someone like Jimin loves you, why shouldn't you hope for more? That's what always rubs you the wrong way.
You are both sitting comfortably outside the cafĂŠ, Jimin sips his coffee absentmindedly, you have chosen a milkshake with chocolate and hazelnut.
You see him search his pocket for something and once he finds it he lays it on the coffee table, it is a completely black bottle with an airtight cap, you raise an eyebrow in his direction and he smiles at you with one corner of his mouth slightly more raised than the other.
"Ever seen a vampire correcting his coffee?" he asks amused, you simply shake your head.
"You are the only vampire I have relations with and you have never done so in my presence."
He tightens his lips and pours a generous dose of the scarlet liquid into his cup, the action doesn't bother you all that much ... but it leaves you intrigued.
"I need it to calm me down a bit, the last period hasn't exactly been the best."
Now that you get a better look at him, his usually pinker lips are now tending to pale, as if he has stopped hydrating, and his eyes are more glazed over.
"Not getting enough rest, Jimin?" but he denies it with his head.
"Problems with my parents, actually ... That's why I need your help."
A shiver goes down your spine, you know Jimin's parents, they are very stiff and composed vampires, the one time they saw you, they didn't look very happy.
"Jimin, I don't think your family likes me," you flinch uncomfortably, the boy immediately takes your hand, there is panic in his eyes.
"Please, I wouldn't ask you if it was just a trifle! You can save me."
You stand for a moment shocked by the desperation in his voice, even his magnificent dark eyes shine in despair.
You take a deep breath, already knowing that you will regret everything.
"Okay...but remember that you have to help me with the matter of my company, I risk losing my job without the agreement, Jimin."
He nods, "Jin is a very good friend of mine, I'll take care of it."
"I don't know what I'll have to help you with, I just hope I don't end up bleeding to death or worse," you say jokingly, but when he doesn't return your laughter your heart tightens.
His grip on your hand strengthens, "I won't let anything happen to you, baby."
The fact that he did not deny those possibilities unnerves you and not a little, what are you getting yourself into? Jimin has been in the world longer than most humans, so why the hell would he need the help of a mere human like you?
You bite your lip absentmindedly, maybe you're just wrapping your head around it before you break it.
"All right, but could you inform me?"
The boy takes a breath, "My parents are peculiar, old-fashioned dare I say it... they come from an era when arranged marriages flourished like chocolates in a chocolate factory, and now that I have reached a high level in business, they demand that I marry and in truth they have already chosen for me," he begins to explain, as he speaks your mouth opens wide, "But I already have a girlfriend and I love her! She is a vampire, but she doesn't boast a rich family like mine, so they immediately set her aside in favor of a woman I know, but I don't like her."
And again... what exactly can you help with?
"Jimin, I still don't understand... how am I supposed to help you?"
"Jin is throwing a party to announce his official engagement, what I ask is for you to pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my parents."
It's official, you need an ambulance. And urgently, too.
"Y-You are crazy! Your parents hate me just because I breathe their own oxygen, how can you propose such a thing to me! Besides, don't you already have a girlfriend? Use her!"
Okay, you're panicking and you see the corners of your vision darkening, you need to calm down. Jimin gets up and waves to a waiter to bring some water, then tries to take your hand back, but you escape from his grasp.
"Honey, calm down ... the thing is ... I'm sorry to tell you like this," he babbles, you shake your head quickly and try to stand up, but his hands go to rest on your shoulders, consequently pushing you back into the chair, "My parents can't stand humans, to them they reflect the worst of the worst!" he blurts out, and you shoot lightning and thunderbolts from your eyes.
"Exactly, you idiot!"
"That's why you're perfect! If I introduced you to everyone as my girlfriend, threatening to marry you in front of all the other vampires -- at the cost of losing my inheritance -- my parents would start reconsidering my real girlfriend to avoid the scandal of such a statement! Between a human and a vampire of humble origins, who would be the lesser evil for them?"
You bite your lips harder and when the water comes, you begin to drink it quickly.
Unfortunately, the reasoning squares all too well, Jimin is an only child and the Parks cannot afford to lose him, they would never accept a vampire girl of impure blood and even penniless, but a human is something intolerable for vampires like them.
"To say in front of the elders that you will marry a human woman would be ... a disgrace, and would cast shame on your family, who to avoid this ... outburst of yours, would immediately accept the other option through this blackmail of yours," you murmur with your heart in your throat, Jimin nods slowly.
"They don't mind if I 'use' human women for sex, as long as they don't go to taint our bloodline."
You close your eyes, undecided about what to do.
You're fucking scared, his parents creep you out, but it's Jimin. With your heart clenched in a vice, you nod.
"It's just one night, right?"
"Just one," he assures you.
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Gold Digger | Part Two
Summary: A broken plate can't be fixed.
Warnings: cursing.
A/N: hello, it's been a long time, but here it is. I want to apologize for the wait, I was sick and ended up at the hospital, but now I'm good. Thank you all â¤ď¸â¨ď¸
Part one | Part Three
It's been a week since the whole incident. In that time, Kylian was blowing up your phone with calls and texts. He even tried to talk in person, but Ethan and Fayza weren't having it.
You were thankful with both Ethan and Fayza. They made sure you were okay. The night you left Kylians house, his mother was the shoulder you cried onto.
She was so embarrassed for his actions. Ethan even called him to berate his actions.
They loved you as family. For them, you didn't need a paper or a ring to become part of their family, your loyalty and unconditional love for the whole family was enough.
You planned on leaving Fayzas house and going to a friend's house, but she refused. Insisted on you staying for a little more.
But at the same time, the fact that you couldn't really mourn the feelings was taking a toll on you. So you explained that and your best friend and you became roommates.
Kylian wasn't at his best either. He fought with his father. But also blame himself for being so naive, believing things he knew you would never do.
He missed two games, faking being sick. Missed a whole week of training. Until Sergio and Achraf went to his house to check on him.
When he explained the whole situation to them. Sergio slapped him, and Achraf almost did the same but control a little more.
"You're so stupid," Sergio says angrily. "Es que, si sabes que ella no lo harĂa por que no la defendiste? Kylian, what the hell?" (It's just, if you know she wouldn't, why didn't you defend her?)
"Okay, time out." Achraf says, pushing Sergio away from him. "Go get something to drink, calm down."
Sergio did that. He was so mad at his friend.
To sergio, you were like a little sister, always helping him and Pilar with everything you can. Even Achraf held you to a big standard.
You were that person who's always looking for everyone and trying to help as much as you can without expecting anything in return.
"Bro. Look, I'm not judging, but why did you do that?"
"I'm so stupid Haki, I'm so fucking stupid."
"You fucking are" Sergio yells outside the room.
"My gosh, fucking kids. It's what you are." Achraf says, hands caressing his forehead. "My child is more mature than you, and he's not even five years old."
"Tell me what can I do?" Kylian cry out. "I don't want to lose her."
His friends didn't even know how to help him.
"Take this, you look like the shit you say you're." Sergio hands him some water.
"Sergio." Achraf growled. "Stop it, we both know he fucked up, he knows it, his mother, brother, and whole family knows it. Stop it."
"Hey, that's mean." Kylian says, finishing the water Sergio brought him.
"But the truth, asshole."
"Enough, I feel like I'm with my kids. If I wanted to fight, I would've called my ex-wife." Achraf says frustrated.
"Mira Kyky, I'm going to be honest with you, I don't know if you can get her to forgive you. Maybe some therapy, maybe some expensive ass gift, but you already know that's not her." Sergio sighs. "What you need to do is let her breath, take her time to cool down, as much as you think you can't fix everything. This is not a match. This is your life. So what I recommend is for you to let her have her time. Text her saying that you'll wait as much as you have to, for her to be able to listen to you. And then apologize, man, because that shit was terrible. Pilar me hubiera cortado los"
"We got the point, Sergio, thank you." Achraf interrupts. "But he's right. She needs space. This shit is fresh. You also need to think what you're going to say. Apologizing is not enough. But don't make excuses. That's not cute."
And that's exactly what Kylian did. He texted you saying that he was going to stop with the text messages and the calls. He was giving you the space you need. And it was up to you to decide how much time you need for him to be able to see you again.
You never answered, but you did read the text. Thankful for his decision.
When Kylian texted you that as much time as you needed, he meant it.
What he never expected was for you to take a whole two months. And counting.
His mother and brother were in talking terms with him. It wasn't easy, but he apologized with them too.
Now, his father was another story. Wilfrid tried everything to reach him. Nothing.
Kylian understood that it was his fault. But, he didn't feel comfortable with having a talk with him.
On the other side of the city, you were closing a very hard finals week. The last finals of your whole college career.
"So, now that we finished with everything." Your friend says. "Are you going to text him?"
You told her that as soon as your finals ended, you were reaching Kylian. Two months in her head were enough of a punishment for him.
Not for you. You want him to understand that what he did was something you were not okay with.
You could take his father disliking you. But you can't take the lies and accusations. You weren't a thief.
You can tell how many times you denied your boyfriend to pay for things for you. Dinners, vacations, even your college debt.
You also were the one in charge of his whole financial situation. You knew how much he earned in a month. You helped him with the payments and saving.
So, for him to even believe you were in possession of his cards was crazy. Even after you made the calls to block every single one of them. Making sure there wasn't any new charge.
"I don't know." You say. "I'm not sure if I feel ready."
"Well, you know you can always count on me. But if you ask me, it's been enough."
After that, you both said goodbye to each other.
You were walking back to your new place. It was close to your college and it was pretty.
Just when you were about to get there, you smelled the fresh coffee aroma, coming from a small coffee shop you loved.
"Well, I deserve it."
And you did, after the amount of deprived sleep and hard study sessions you went through.
You order your usual to go. Wanting to go home and relax.
"Y/n?" Someone calls you from behind.
You knew who it was. You even thought that acting as if you didn't hear was the best, but when he repeated your name, you couldn't.
"Hi," you say.
You felt lucky when, after that little, "Hi" the girl called your name and handed you your order.
"I have to go." You say getting out quickly.
"Can we talk? Please". He asks following you outside.
You wanted to be nice, you do. But you can't do it. His words, his accusations, everything is replaying in your mind.
"If I'm not even giving that benefit to your son, why would I do that for you?"
"Just let me apologize."
"I don't need your apology, sir."
"One minute."
You stare at him. You didn't want it. But at least after this he was going to stop.
"One minute, after I'm leaving." You say watching the time on your watch.
"I'm sorry for the accusations, for telling you those awful words and treated you like a thief and someone you're not. I'm sorry for ruining the best thing Kylian ever had. But you had to understand me. He's Kylian MbappĂŠ and everything he has worked so hard for it's been also my and Fayzas work."
You scuff.
"Of course." You say laughing. "He's Kylian MbappĂŠ and I'm just a broke college student who was ready to take all his money, right?"
"That's not what I meant."
"Oh, you didn't?" You ask sarcastically. "So let's see, if all his hard work is also Fayza and yours. Why does she trust me? Why can she see me for more than just my school debts? Why can she see me as someone who loves your son and not his net worth?"
"I worded this wrong."
"No, you didn't. And even if you want to fix it," you say, quoting the last two words. "Your time ran out. Please don't bother me again, I'm done with this situation for good."
You walked to your apartment, mad at everything. At him, at Kylian, at yourself. Even when you didn't even have a reason to be mad at yourself.
Without thinking you texted Kylian.
"Let's meet up at your house in an hour."
It was not the smartest thing to do, but the rage inside wasn't helping much.
You ask for an Uber due to the time all the cabs were busy. Plus, his house was a good forty-five minutes from where you live.
You knock on his door.
Even when you have your own key, this wasn't your home anymore. This was his.
"Hey," he says happily, opening the door for you to get inside. "It's kind of chill for just that cardigan."
You ignore him. Walking to the living room. The house feels different. The home you used to love is now just a place.
You feel like crying. It's like having an intense flashback.
"Can we talk?" He asked.
You nod, blinking the tears away.
"Yes, go ahead."
"Don't you want to sit?" He asks, confused. Your posture is like a rock. Hard and not easy to break.
"No, go ahead."
"Okay." He clears his throat. "I have to apologize. I know I fucked up. I was so wrong for not saying anything to defend you. I just want you to know that I don't believe any of that, never did, never will."
You interrupted his speech by laughing. "You don't? Then why did you let your father belittle me in that way?"
Your question take him by surprise. He wasn't expecting this.
"Well."
"No, I'll tell you why." You interrupted him again. "You're so up your ass, Kylian. You don't have an idea of what the real world is like anymore. You've been so glorified by everyone. Specifically your father."
The way his eyes are about to pop out of his head.
"And I'm so mad at you." You laugh again, trying to calm yourself down. "I've been the one who denied your offer to pay my whole debt, I was the one who helped you with money, with savings, with payments. I was the one who turned your additional cards when you offered them to me. Because I wasn't here for the money, I was here for you. I was here because I love you. Because I saw myself staring a family with you. I saw myself growing old with you."
"Let's just pause." He says breathless, even when he's not the one speaking.
"No, I'm not pausing."
"Okay, just, please let me finish."
"Save your apologies." You say.
"Amour. Y/n. Wait, I need."
"I needed you." You interrupted again. "I needed you to defend me. I needed you to say something, and not doubt me. I needed you, Kylian. And you failed me."
The burning sensation was consuming you.
"Please, we can go to therapy." He tries.
"Kylian, don't you get it?" You ask. "Even if I say yes. What's next? You stop talking to your dad for good? That's not what I want. Do you really think I can come back here? I can hear his words in my head, I blink and see him accusing me of stealing from you, and I see you taking his side, even when you didn't believe it."
"We can sell the house," he grabs your face. "I can have a new property tomorrow morning. Better, pick one, the one you want, as big as you want, as expensive as you want. But please, don't give up on me."
His eyes are shining with tears.
A part of you is saying, "forgive him," but the rational part of you is throwing that option out of your head.
"It's not about that, Kylian."
"Then what do you want? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. Everything." He cries.
You shake your head. Tears rolling down.
"I want you to let me go."
"No. Everything but that."
"Let me go, Kylian." You take his hands off your face. "I can't do this."
He hugs you, crying on your shoulder.
"Please don't go. You're my everything."
You only caress his back. Letting him cry.
He keeps begging, and with every word, with every sob, every tear you feel yourself breaking more.
"Kylian. Please let me go."
He hugs you tighter. "Please, no."
"Baby, please."
You can feel him tense because of the nickname. He let go enough for him to be face to face again.
"Tell me you don't love me anymore, and I'll let you go."
You shake your head. You can't.
"Don't do this to me."
"Tell me, look at me in the eyes and tell me."
"Let me go." You repeat. "Please."
"You can't say it because you love me. And I love you. We can get over this. I promise even if I have to spend my whole life apologizing, even if I have to tell you every day, how important you're for me."
"Stop, please." You cry. "We can't. I can't. I need time kylian. You say everything, I need time."
"How much?"
"I don't know, but I need it. I can't just forget and swipe this under the rug like it's nothing. We can't build each other again if we're both broken." You say holding his face. "You promised me years ago that you would never doubt me. And here we are, so I need you to give me space. Let me heal and heal yourself in the process. Make up with your family, go to therapy. And then we can go back."
His eyes were burning, and the tears fell like cascades.
"Can you promise me that you will be back to me?" He asks
You didn't have an answer because time and life were unsure. Life can change in a moment, just when you less expect it.
"I promise you that I'll work on healing. I promise you that if you need me I'll be here. I'll be your biggest cheerleader from afar. But I can't do it alone, you have to make your part."
He hugs you again.
It wasn't a goodbye.
But it hurt like it was.
He let go of you. Looks you from head to toe. It's like if he's taking a mental photo of you.
You pick your purse from the floor. Walking to the front door.
"Y/n" he calls.
You turn around.
"I love you."
"I love you too." You smile at him, closing the door.
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Well Met By Moonlight Part 11
Hello! More supernatural fun with our boys and I finally got to write that sexy blood drinking between Eddie and Steve that I had been wanting to write for the longest time, but all my vampire Eddie stories kept turning out angsty and there was no place for it.
Got you now!
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Steve was enjoying his time with Josh. The younger boy was enthusiastic and friendly. He had even won over Tommy, which Steve had previously thought impossible.
He was going to be sad to lose him to Billy and get Chase in return.
He was also more careful about what he said around the young teen and Tommy now. As much as he enjoyed Joshâs company the thought that he might spill gossip on the pack to Billy when he is forced to finish the remainder of his service with the coven.
He was really on edge now that the full moon was coming, too. He could feel it under his skin. The way the moonlightâs strength was changing his body on the cellular level. His mannerisms and habits were becoming more and more wolf-like and less human.
He could feel the wolfâs strength in his arms and chest. Its cunning and instinct taking over his ability to rationalize.
When he shifted himself, he was able to keep himself. But the full moon was different. It stripped away every human thing about him. Maybe it was wrong for his foster parents to be afraid of him the rest of the time, but even he felt it was warranted the closer he got to the full moon.
âYou canât be serious about having him here,â Carol was hissing at him.
Steveâs lip curled as he bit back a growl. âI donât know why itâs such a problem. Josh is going to be there.â
âJosh is a human that can be manipulated,â Carol insisted. âEddie Munson is a made vampire with ties to the townâs oldest living supe. A close familial tie no less.â
The growl started in the back of Steveâs throat and ripped from his lips. âYou are only a keeper, Carol, may I remind you?â
She put her hands on her hips, decidedly uncowed. âYes and we used to be friends before you got a raging hard on for curly haired nerds.â
Steve huffed through his nose. âYou mean the smartest girl in school, the latest in the longest line of hereditary keepers from the Buckleys, and the man who saved my life? Are those who weâre talking about Carol?â
She stared him down. âYou are already facing problems with the older crowd, not being mated to your female alpha, do you really want to start your third year as alpha banishing half of your pack? Do you even realize how weak you already look to Billy? Youâve only managed to raise one of his eyebrows recently after the attack. Before that he thought the pack was too lame to even bother with.â
Steve could feel his hackles rise. His lips properly curled. âYeah and you Billyâs bitch, too?â
Carol stepped back, stunned for the first time. âWhat do you mean, âtooâ?â
âSomeone is going around behind my back and telling Billy pack business, Carol,â he snarled. âYou one of them?â
She blinked up at him in shock. âJesus fuck, Steve. I would never. Why would you even think that?â Tears came unbidden to her eyes. âI wouldnât betray you like that. Fuck.â
âWell someone did,â Steve spat. âBilly knew about Joshâs news about the moon days before I had even gotten out of the mayorâs office, Carol. Which meant that it had to be someone in the pack. Who the hell am I supposed to trust if I canât trust my own fucking pack!â
She took two steps forward and placed her hands on his shoulders. âI get it now. You want someone you can trust watching your back on Friday, but it canât be Eddie. Trust me. I know you feel like you canât, but you just said you have to trust someone, so trust me.â
Steve let out a low whine. He wanted to believe her. He wanted to so badly. She was right, they used to be friends. Good ones, too. âI donât know if I can,â he whispered.
She nodded. âI get that. I canât go back and change who I was in high school, but know that Iâve got your back. Okay?â
He swept her up in a hug and held on tight.
Behind them in the trees, a darkness seemed to taint the woods around it. A malevolent force that was all at once pleased and angry.
****
Steve was suddenly bombarded with members of the pack coming up to him about his desire to have Eddie participate in the full moon festivities. Most of them were negative.
âI donât know how you heard about this,â Steve was saying for what felt like the billionth time. âBut I donât see why I can invite the man who saved my life to have my back during the full moon.â
âBecause heâs a vampire, Steve!â Nancy hissed. âI have tolerated his presence in your life because until now it has not inferred with pack business, so as your alpha female, Iâm putting my foot down. He steps even a toe over the pack boundary and Iâll be forced to challenge you myself.â
And that right there was his biggest reason why he wanted Robin to accept the bite to become a werewolf.
Steve thought about making her submit. He could have. But he wasnât pack alpha just because he was the strongest male wolf in the pack. Oh no.
Steve lifted his chin and stared down at her, until she crossed her arms and looked away. He smirked.
Nancy rocked back on her heel and Steve knew he had won.
âAll right,â he said with satisfaction. âHe wonât toe the boundary.â
Her head snapped up in shock, her mouth open and eyes wide. âWhat?â
Steve pursed his lips and half shrugged. âYou donât want him on the ground, thatâs fine.â
He turned his heel and walked away, leaving behind a stunned Nancy Wheeler.
âSteve!â she called. âSteve! What does that mean?â
****
Steve was curled up with Eddie on his bed in the trailer.
âWhy are they so against it anyway?â Eddie murmured into Steveâs ear.
âBecause they think that what happens during the full moon is sacred,â he huffed.
âI still donât get it,â Eddie admitted.
âItâs this really stupid thing, âitâs not a secret itâs sacred.ââ Steve rolled in Eddieâs arms so that they were face to face. âItâs just their way of not wanting to talk about it to âstrangersâ. Like Wayne hasnât been to a few in his long life.â
Eddie scoffed. âItâs like they donât realize that the world doesnât revolve around them.â
âAnd itâs newer than they think, too,â Steve murmured. âAccording to Wayne itâs only been in the last decade or so.â
âSo who arrived ten years ago?â Eddie asked, rubbing his nose along Steveâs pulse point.
Steve gasped. âThatâs thing, I donât know. I wasnât a pack member at the time.â
That caused Eddie to sit up and look down at him. âWhat do you mean, sweetheart? I thought your dad was pack and your mom was bitten.â
Steve sat up, too and hugged his knees to his chest. âWhen I was seven or eight my parents were killed by hunters while they were abroad. It was really big news at the time. They were rich, well-liked, beautiful couple with a son at home.â
Eddie frowned. âI would have still been with my parents around that time. My mom would have been nearing the end of her cancer diagnosis, so I would have been focused on that instead of some news story.â He rubbed his chin. âSo why were you removed from the pack?â
Steve buried his head into his knees. âNo one has been able to tell me why I was fostered by a human couple and not a supernatural one. Only that it was right when Hop had gone off the deep after his daughter died.â
âSo your parents are murdered by hunters, Hopperâs daughter dies, driving him into deep spiral, you get placed into the care of humans that are terrified of werewolves and abuse you...â he trailed off. âHoney, not to sound like a nutjob, but this is way too much of a coincidence to be natural.â
Steve nodded. âSomeone didnât want my dad vying for alpha, probably because he was too clever and too liberal minded.â
âAnd I donât think they were expecting you to come back to the pack after you graduated,â Eddie concluded. âI think whoever killed your parents, orchestrated the attack on you.â
âShit.â
Eddie was right and that really sent a chill down his spine. âI donât trust anyone in my pack, Eds. Not a god damned one of them. Iâm so frightened and I donât know what to do.â
âSo instead of having me there, have Wayne be there instead,â Eddie suggested.
Steve looked up. âWhat do you mean?â
âThere is precedence for it,â he explained. âYou said so yourself. Because god damn it, Steve, Iâm terrified too.â
Steve nodded.
Eddie wrapped his arms around him and gently lowered them back on to the bed. He nuzzled Steve throat, breathing in the thrum of life right below his skin.
âLet me take care of you for awhile,â Eddie purred. He licked up the column of Steveâs neck causing him to moan obscenely.
âYeah,â he panted. âYeah, babe. Take care of me.â
Eddieâs fangs extended of their own accord. âHoney...I want to taste you. So, so much.â
Steve shivered. âJust not on my neck where they can see.â
Eddie moaned at how hard that made him. He would finally get to drink from his werewolf boyfriend and he knew exactly where he wanted to taste.
He slid down Steve body, the other boy bucking his hips at the agonizingly light touch of his hands.
Eddie licked down Steveâs cock, causing Steve to arch his back.
âEds...â he whispered. His whole body was vibrating like a plucked guitar string.
Eddie nuzzled his balls and Steve panted heavily, his words lost to pleasure already. He brought up one of Steveâs legs to bending at the knee. He kissed down the thigh until his mouth was in the perfect spot. Right there on that magnificent thick muscle was a vein much like the on the neck or wrist.
Again he nuzzled Steveâs balls with his nose causing his boyfriend to gasp. He licked the spot he was going to partake from and god was the scent even more intoxicating then the throat. His saliva would numb the area so he wouldnât hurt Steve.
âBaby...â Steve moaned, his body was beginning to quiver and shake.
Eddieâs teeth sank into the skin and Steve came immediately, his body practically levitating off the bed as his cum painted his stomach with ribbon after ribbon.
It took all of Eddieâs will to focus on feeding instead of coming himself. Steveâs stamina was legendary and for him to come that fast did things to Eddie. So hot.
âFuck.â
Eddie could only agree. The blood was warm and golden. It tasted even better without the taint of fear and silver. He took only a few mouthfuls because he wasnât sure he would be able to stop if he had gotten more than that.
Again he licked the area, this time it closed the wound. Eddie sat up and lined up his cock. He needed to come in Steve. He looked at him for permission and Steve nodded.
Eddie thrust into Steveâs ass and began to pound into those beautiful globes of flesh.
Soon Steve was coming again and Eddie followed soon after. Just seeing Steve come a second time was enough to finish him.
Eddie collapsed next to him on the bed.
âWe are definitely doing that again,â Steve huffed, covering his eyes with his arm.
Eddie kissed his raised arm gently. âYeah, sweetheart. I knew drinking made sex better, but holy shit that was a whole other level.â
Steve chuckled and curled around Eddie. âAgreed.â
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Moon night approached and Steve was left without the protection of Eddie or Wayne. Despite Steveâs request for Wayne and bringing up precedence for him having done so in the past the pack was staunchly against it.
The moon came up and the pack changed. Their bodies rippled with heat and danger as humans gave way to their wolfish nature. Screams pierced the air. Screams that turned into howls.
The moon slid through the night sky and the pack surged forward as one.
The keepers watched on in silence.
Waiting.
Preparing.
Then the sun came up and in the middle of their compound was a puppy pile of naked bodies of all the werewolves, sleeping off the forced change of the full moon.
Suddenly Tommy came crashing in through the underbrush screaming and sobbing.
âPatrick McKinney was attacked last night!â
Steve leapt to his feet and Robin was at his side quicker than lightning. A slow dread filled his stomach as ice slid down his spine.
âHuman or supe?â he snapped.
âBilly found him,â Tommy admitted, looking down at his feet. âHeâs pretty sure it was supernatural, but the scent is too muddled, he canât tell the kind.â
Steve looked around him and saw several of his pack with blood around their mouths and over their bodies.
âSteve!â Robin gasped as she took him in. âLook down!â
Steve immediately did as she asked. He too was covered in blood.
âWhat the hell happened last night?â he whispered.
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Hey There Delilah (Final Part)
Cody Rhodes x Fem!OC (Delilah Jones)
Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marryâs a man who is a lawyer after high school. But thatâs not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldnât attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilahâs customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)
Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in May 2023, Alcohol, Violence, Corruption Kink, Size Kink, Daddy Kink, Crying Kink, Hand Kink, Praise Kink, Fingering, Smutty smut, Mentions of a Custody Battle.
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Cody & Delilah spent their honeymoon in the bahamas, for an entire week after the wedding theyâve been all over each other, after their vacation together they made it back home & spent the summer relaxing.
Months passed by, it was August & summerslam was being held in Miami, obviously the ladies & kinsley would be attending the event with the guyâs but what they hadnât known was the fact Nikki would be at summerslam, once everyone was aired in Cody & Delilah explored the air bnb they would be staying at with Mira, Kinsley & Randy for the week. âDELILAH COME IN HERS PLEASE!â Mira shrieked from the bathroom causing everyone to turn their heads towards the hallway while Lilah sprung up from Codyâs lap and ran into the bathroom âMy boobs grew 10x fucking bigger thatâs not normal.â Mira whispered as she held her chest feeling out for anything âYou donât think itâs breast can-âŚâ Mira widened her eyes not letting lilah finish her words âif I do I donât wanna know about it.â
Eventually the two came out of the bathroom together and noticed Rhea & Seth sitting on the couch with Randy & Cody while Kinsley sat in the backyard playing with the pool water âBunny come hereâ Randy spoke out as he stared directly at her chest with a furrowed expression, Mira followed his instructions & flopped an arm against his shoulder as he continued staring at her chest âyour boobs are bigger than usualâ he hummed while looking up at his fiancĂŠ who was clearly upset as she completely forgot all of the health hazards she studied.
Rhea hummed and sat up âSheâs pregnant. Her boobs grew way more bigger than the size they usually do, theyâre clearly swollen which happens with pregnancyâ Mira snapped her head in Rheaâs direction while Seth looked at Cody confused âWhy are you memorizing her previous tit size?â Rhea shrugged at Randyâs question âI see good boobs I look at good boobsâ âfair.â Mira smiled putting her hand against where her heart would be âAww I have good boobs.â Delilah let out a light laugh before turning towards her best friend âWhy donât you take a pregnancy test? I think it would be cute if we were actually pregnant together.â
Mira ran her hands through her hair smiling shortly while Randy looked up at her in adoration while she stood infront of him, he wrapped his arms around her waist while Cody smiled at the couple.
A day later Cody, Kinsley & Delilah explored around the arena for a bit while Mira was using the restroom for the pregnancy test she got the night beforehand, Delilahâs stomach was slowly growing bigger & bigger after being 4 months pregnant, she & Cody decided that after summer slam they would find out the gender when they got back home. Delilah felt her phone ringing in her summer dress pocket. âCome back to the bathrooms.â Mira spoke softly & Delilah smiled to herself âWeâre on our way backâ She approached Cody after hanging up and let him know she got the results & they were requested to come back.
The three rushed backstage & approached the bathroom, Mira stood by the door smiling ear to ear âIâm pregnantâ Lilah let out a soft cry and immediately engulfed Mira into her embrace and mumbling her excitement in Miraâs ear before pulling away to wipe off her face, Cody however was a mess & pulled Mira into a tight hug while letting a few tears drop down his face before pulling away âYouâre going to be a kickass mom Mira. Iâm beyond happy for you.â Kinsley smiled and gently hugged Miraâs stomach
Randy eventually walked in on the scene and was confused for a split moment until he noticed kinsley hugging her stomach, Randy quickly rushed towards Mira and picked her up âWeâre having a baby?â She smiled at his words and nodded her head while he pushed any hair out of her face before giving her a kiss & mumbling against her lips âthank you so much bunnyâ
Cody & Delilah congratulated the two, eventually Mira went to take Kinsley to their seats while the guyâs got ready, Delilah was heading to the vending machine to grab her sister & Mira some snacks until she heard a high pitched giggle in the menâs locker room, at first she shrugged it off until she heard âCâmon she wonât find out, she doesnât have to knowâ Delilahâs facial expression dropped as she recognized another voice speak âNo Nikki, I already told you Iâm not interested okay?â She immediately knew it was Cody & approached the locker room with crossed arms boring her eyes into Nikkiâs skin until Cody noticed her presence âAnge-â Delilah held out a hand and got infront of Nikki looking at her up and down âItâs really tacky trying to convince a man to cheat on his new wife who is pregnant just because nobody is interested in hearing you brag how much your shitty boob job costed. Thatâs embarrassing honestlyâ Nikki glared as she got in Delilahs face âYou may have married him but I fuc-â âYou had sex with Cody because he was bored & Single, and it took 1 night with you to know the sex wasnât worth staying, I on the other hand donât even have to ask simply because he is naturally attracted to me.â Cody watched the two bicker & decided too pat Lilah on the waist âJust leave it Doll.â Nikki glared as Delilah started walking off âCody wonât last longer than a year with you, heâs gonna cave, get bored of you & leave for someone like m-â Cody reached to try and stop Lilahâs next move but she was too quick, she spun around and smacked nikki across the face âKeep my fucking husbands name out of your goddamn mouth am I understood?â She glared before Cody gently held onto her waist âSweetheart câmonâ
Lilah frowned looking over at him and snatched her hand away from him and began storming off, he sighed and glared at Nikko who wad stunned holding the side of her face, He shook his head & decided chasing after his wife before his match started, eventually he caught up to her in the hallway âFor someone who usually walks slow you sure are pretty fuckinâ fast right no-â âWhy were you alone with her.â Delilah turned around to face Cody with a frown on her face âYou knew what happened last year, Why were you alone in there with HER out of all people?â His expression softened at her concern & he looked down for a moment âI was getting ready & I had to go in the locker room to grab my water bottle & she came in asking a simple question such as who would be in the ring tonight & then she started escalating things, I didnât do anything Angel, you know I wouldnât do that to youâ he reassured her and wrapped her in his arms and rested his chin in the top of her head âPromise you wouldnât betray me?â Her words stabbed his heart slightly but he nodded and pulled away and grabbing her chin to make her loom at him âSweetheart, Iâd rather die getting ran over by a train in the middle of the tracks than betray you in any sort of way.â Delilah smiled softly and gave him a kiss.
A week after Summerslam when everyone got home they all went to the ultrasound for Cody & Delilahâs baby, Mira & Kinsley sat in the room with them while Seth, Jey, Randy, Becky & Rhea sat in the waiting room. âWell isnât that a surprise mamaâ The nurse mumbled under her breath causing the couple to look at each other confused âYouâre havinâ twins! Ainât that exciting!â Mira let out a short cry as she stared at the screen seeing the two small babies while Cody was choked up and grazing Delilahs ring against the top of his lips, âOne boy, One girl.â
For the next few months everyone decided to take the holidays easy & smooth for the sake of Mira & Delilahâs pregnancies, Cody had to go out of town every now and then but it wasnât any longer than a week or just 3 days. It was November 29th & Miranda & Delilah were working at the Flower boutique but Lilah couldnât help but notice that Mira had been in the dumps for a bit since she had a over the phone argument with Randy. Delilah sighed and walked outside and grabbed her phone calling him herself âHello?â âRandy what the fuck is your problem? Why are you being a pain in the ass for Miraâ âDelilah..Sheâs just being complicated, having outbursts, sheâs been overly emot-â âRandal Keith Orton I suggest you choose your next words VERY carefully. Mira is pregnant with YOUR child, she is engaged to YOU, if she is carrying your baby actively you better fucking cater to her like sheâs cleopatra because YOU have no idea what sheâs going through, just because your like one state away doesnât give you the right of passage to be an ass Randy, She has another human living inside of her body & it is overwhelming. Youâre going to apologize her and youâre gonna mean it. Am I understood?â For a slight moment there was silence besides hearing Cody & Jey giggle in the background over Randy being chewed out âYouâre right. Iâll do that now.â
Randy gave Mirabella a full length essay like apology & even sent her roses, for the next few days Mira was sleeping over at Delilah & Codyâs since she didnât like being by herself especially during her pregnancy, December finally hit & the babies were to come at any moment.
One night Cody was sitting in his hotel room packing his stuff to go back home until his phone started ringing, Mira was calling. âEverything alright Mira?â He heard her shakey breath and was seemed to be the noise of a driving vehicle âD-Delilahs water just broke & Iâm taking her to hospital now!â Codyâs heart sank and he immediately zipped up his suit case âIâm on my way now alright? Just hang in there.â He blurted out before hanging up and running out of the hotel room while the other guys followed behind aswell as Mira sent them the text. They got on a jet that they knew would get them back in California as quick as possible, he called up triple H nervously until he picked up âIâm not attending this weeks matches Delilahâs in labor and I canât mis-â âCody relax, I understand, Your cleared for the month alright? Go be a dad. Congratulations.â
Delilah sat in the hospital bed squeezing Miraâs hand from the contractions hurting so bad, Kinsley sat in the hallway patiently waiting to see if anyone was coming for her sister until she heard rushed foot steps, Cody & the reat of the guys stopped infront of Kinsley âWhereâs Lilah sweetheart?â Kinsley got up and grabbed onto Codyâs hand and took him to the room where Delilah was. He sighed and rushed over towards her âHowâre you doing Angel? You holding in thereâ Delilah groaned out in pain while the Doctor came in âSheâs going to have to start pushing immediately, I need everyone to leave the room now other than the Father am I clear?â Everyone nodded in agreement and removed themselves from the room leaving the Doctor, Nurses, Cody & Delilah all alone together. Delilah was given an epidural 20 minutes beforehand to make the pushing easier for her soon, Cody stood beside the bed holding onto her hand caring less that her nails digging into his skin âAlright mama weâre gonna need you to start pushing alright? Weâre gonna make this as quick and easy as possible for youâ
Delilah winced and nodded as they counted down go 3 until she started pushing, a loud cry & scream escaped her lips while Cody held the back of her head pressing kisses against her temple âYour doing so amazing sweetheart just keep going alright? Your doing so great Angelâ His wife groaned out in pure pain the more she pushed, the pushing felt like it was lasting forever, the contractions made her miserable, eventually after just a few more pushes 1 of the babies came out & the doctor let her rest before making her push more, the nurses cleaned up the baby despite the loud hollering and cries, Cody held onto his wife as much as he was allowed to while checking up on her âHow are you feeling Angel? You doing ok-â âMY FUCKING VAGINA IS BEING RIPPED APART CODY IâM GOING TO LITERALLY SMOTHER YOU RIGHT NOW!â He nodded his head awkwardly and bit down on his bottom lip âThatâs a fair statement.â The doctor walked back towards the bed âWeâre gonna count down to three and weâre gonna have you start pushing okay?? 1..2..3-â Delilah started pushing and began crying out from the top of her lungs and tried her best to keep herself composed but no matter what she couldnât.
After more and more pushing the other baby was finally born, The nurses cleaned them up and cared for Delilah as much as they could, once everything was calm and Delilah was more relaxed the doctor handed the couple their new Babygirl & Boy. Lilah teared up once her skin touched the babies, Cody pressed gentle kisses on the top of their heads before giving her a kiss on the cheek âYou did a great job baby, Iâm more than proud of you.â She let out a quiet sigh and pressed her head against his while tears were streaming down her face & her heart practically about to leap out of her chest âI-..I was thinking of naming her after Mirabella & naming him Matthew..â Cody smiled softly and ran his fingers through her hair âI like that Idea.â
Once it was time everyone came back into the room & Mira instantly ran away from Randy over towards Delilah & the babies âTheyâre do beautiful..You both did an amazing jobâ Cody smiled and held Matthew in his arms while Delilah held Mirabella before she spoke âC-Cody & I agreed to name her after you, Mirabella.â Miraâs heart stopped for a second before the water works once again invaded her eyes before carefully hugging lilah âThank you so much, you have no idea how much that means to me.â She walked towards Cody and pulled him in for a hug carefully as-well due to him holding the other baby âThank you Cody. For everything, for changing Delilah & Kinsleys life and just- everything.â He leaned into her hug & even allowed her to hold the baby boy âThis is Matthew.â Mira let out a quiet sigh before cradling Matt & holding him close âTheyâre beautiful.â Randy hugged her from behind as he stared down the baby & smiled âHeâs adorable.â Jey went over to Delilah & looked down at little Mirabella & gently grazed her head âYou guys make beautiful kids. Seriously.â
After the babies were born Kinsley stuck by them 24/7 and even begged not to go to school some days just so she could be with her niece & nephew. After new years months continued to pass by, Randy & Miranda got married in greece back in march on the beach, Delilah helped design Miraâs wedding dress & even Randyâs suit to their absolute liking & eventually Mira went into labor in may & had a sweet baby boy, She & Randy agreed to name him Elijah, everything was going amazing for each and everyone of them.
It was june 15th, Cody & Delilah held Kinsleys 12th birthday party and everyone came including her friends, Delilah sat in the backyard where the party was being held & sat in the grass with Mirabella & Matthew while Cody brought her some food for her & the babies, Mira & Randy came over with Elijah âHey little man!â Cody approached the couple and gently tickled the babyâs tummy with his finger before pointing in Delilahs direction âLilah is sitting over there with the babies incase you wanted them to hang out all together.â Mira smiled with a nod before making her way towards the blonde girl while Randy & Cody noticed a boy giving Kinsley a very very VERY close hug âoh you little shit..â
âCODY GARRET RUNNELS YOU BETTER LEAVE THAT BOY ALONE!â
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This is probably one of my most favorite series that I have ever written for, Iâm super sad that it came to an end but Iâm so happy I got the weight of it off my shoulders! I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did, If any of you have any requests or questions feel free to go to my inbox :) thank you guyâs for reading this & Iâm so excited to see where my work ends up going in the near future, mwah
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HI I HAVE A QUESTION ABOUT THE PARTNERS IN CRIME AU,,, did sif join the party from the start or did he try following mira + co for a bit before deciding the best course of action is to pretend to not be an enemy?
hiiiii! :D
honestly, siffrin joined the party on accident LMAO. had just caught up when he saw the party fighting the big sadness. and ended up helping because "oh god they're going to??? die???? no????????" and then just got. invited to join the party lmao- felt awful about lying to them, tried to distance themselves but like. it did not work for very long lmao. as king would say, siffrin has a gentle heart and that is both a blessing and a curse </3
(and also, I'll show you a small snippet of larger thing I wrote about siffrin & the party meeting under the cut wink.)
"And... All of you... would be fine with that?" You have to make sure. Because they can't be. They can't-
The book person narrows their eyes at you. "Well, it would be one more mouth to feed, but I have no reason object, so yes, I am fine with it." That's...
You look to the housemaiden. She's not looking you in the eye as she nods. "Y-Yeah."
"See!" the big guy chimes in. "We'd all be happy to have you!"
"I..."Â
You...
What are you supposed to do?Â
You're meant to be their enemy, to stop them! To get the orbs before them, to make sure they fail! And- if you joined them, you would have to lie about your motives the whole time! Let them think that everyone freezing is a bad thing! And- You'd feel awful about it.
But, the imaginary King in your head says, it would be a good opportunity.
After all, you could get close to them, learn their next moves. And when they've shown you where the first orb is, betray them and steal the orb away. Easy.
(It would be easy for your friend, you're sure. After all, he's always been the one who focused more on the bigger picture of the two of you, the one who could do what needs to be done, the better liar. You're not like him, in that way. You... You don't want to lie to anyone. But for the sake of the plan...)
So, eventually, you smile and nod. "Okay!"
#ask and you shall receive#isat partners in crime au#my writing#in stars and time#isat spoilers#I suppose?#yeah#in stars and time spoilers
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Say How You Feel
(...tentative title and yeah it's continuing off of this ahfeohef I REALLY WANTED TO FINISH TODAY BUT I GOTTA CALL IT HERE TONIGHT the writing juice is running low)
A...family? Your heart flutters at the thought--and then it drops.
Because Isa's wrong. He's assuming way too much. Bonnie already has their family, and maybe you're friends with Mirabelle but you're so bad at talking with her she can't possibly consider you family, and Odile's... already made it clear how she feels.
"No? You don't agree?" Isa asks. Stars, you want him to be right! You want it to be true! But...
"We're not even all friends," you mutter, and he looks surprised--did he forget?? You're supposed to be the forgetful one! "Don't you remember? Odile said we weren't friends, we're allies at best!"
Odile looks more surprised than you expected when you glance at her--she even looks confused. Did she forget too???
And then, with a flash of surprise, her expression switches to annoyance and aggravation. "Siffrin, I was joking."
"...Oh." This time you want to slide under the table and never emerge.
"No, but this is why it's good to talk about our feelings!" Mirabelle says. "Because, well, sometimes misunderstandings don't get caught right away."
"Gems forbid Siffrin had left thinking I don't even like them." Odile folds her arms and then looks aside, her upset expression slowly softening with regret. "But it's funny, in a sense. I was prepared to do terrible things to protect you all. Still am, should it be necessary." She smiles wryly, but it fades quickly. "But that's unlikely now. Instead, we need to do something I'm not very good at. Discussing feelings."
Isabeau nods. "Sometimes that feels like a terrible thing too."
"The worst," Odile mutters, getting a quiet laugh out of him. You smile, though your eyes are still fixed on the table. "'Family'... I have some issues with that word, but I...suppose it best describes the closeness I feel to you all. And yes, that includes you, Siffrin."
Your cheeks burn, and you glance up to see she's looking at you. You squirm a little in your seat. But she smiles at you with fondness, and the warmth stinging your cheeks isn't so bad.
"It fits!" Bonnie says. "We stay together, we eat together! Like me and Nille!"
"Mm!" Mirabelle nods happily. "I think it's a lovely description for us!"
"I think we're all in agreement, then!" Isabeau says. "Because, Sif, you used your wish to guide us all safely through the House. You really care a lot about us."
You nod, too embarrassed to look up.
"And we care about you."
You grip your elbows tightly below the table. Why is your eye stinging? This is wonderful! It's everything you could ask for!
"But--"
'BUT'?!
Isabeau's hands fly up when you look at him, and his voice squeaks a bit. "We don't know how to help you if you don't tell us there's a problem!"
"There's not--"
Bonnie bangs their small fists on the table. You nearly jump out of your skin. "You were crying, Frin! You NEVER cry! We gotta know what's wrong!"
"Easy, Boniface," Odile chides, gesturing them to sit back down in their chair.
"We need to talk about this calmly," Mira reminds Bonnie before looking at you. "But we really do need to talk about it, Siffrin. Last night, you...you didn't just seem sad, you seemed distraught."
"We'd really like to help, Sif. Even if it's just by listening."
"There's no point in talking about it." You slump back in your seat, hugging your arms. You feel cornered right now. Your friends in front of you, and the aching void inside you, yawning and stretching to swallow up your past. ...If they really want to know, eventually they'd see how empty you are anyway, so you might as well talk. Maybe it's better they find out here and now. (It probably would have been best if they'd found out before calling you family.) "I can't even explain it well."
"Siffrin." Odile's voice is softer than you'd expect. "I...have an idea what the issue might be. Correct me if I'm wrong, but...you can't go back home, can you?"
(Laugh it off. Tell her she's wrong.)
Your eye burns.
(Lie and you might have a little longer before they realize you're broken!)
But they'd figure it out eventually. You shake your head. No, you can't go back home. Mira makes a sad hum.
"Why can't you go back home?" Bonnie asks. "Were they really mad about the boat?"
Bonnie's question is so confusing that you forget about the stinging in your eye for the moment, managing to look up at them. "...What?"
"The boat. When you ran away?" Bonnie huffs when you stay silent. "You still don't remember? You were telling us the story yesterday, and then you just stopped in the middle! ...Frin? Are you okay?"
...Yeah, Isabeau said something about you telling a story about running away yesterday, right? At the time, you'd tried to put it out of mind to focus on getting through the House, but... if you'd ran away in a boat...
Your very first memory is of being in a boat, staring at the stars above, around, below you, the dark ocean mirroring the night sky. It'd taken you long minutes to realize you should get to land and search for the darkness that wasn't broken by pinpricks of light to find the coast. It'd taken you even longer, midway rowing there, to realize that no, it wasn't just the pounding headache making it hard to think: you couldn't remember anything about yourself.
If you ran away in a boat, then...that's when it happened, isn't it? "Did I tell you why I ran away?" you hear yourself ask. Because--it's hurt, for so long, not having a home, not even knowing why you didn't have a home, so if you can at least have an answer--
"You didn't want to eat your veggies," Bonnie says simply. "Even though you should! Veggies are good for you!"
...What? What?
Oh,
that's
funny.
"Frin?"
That's
so
funny
you
can't
even
laugh.
"Sif?"
-
"raaj isn't this the happier au" yes. but also it's still Siffrin here and it's just way too tempting to think about their reaction to the runaway story in the context of 'this is why I don't remember a blinding thing about my life'.
#in stars and time#in stars and time spoilers#in stars and time au#no loops au#the happier one...just not right now#siffrin
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