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what-the-fuck-khr · 2 years ago
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I WON. THE BIDDING WAR FOR THE G.E.M TSUNA FIGURE WITH!!! THE BONUS REBORN WHO ONLY CAME WITH IF YOU BOUGHT THE KHR G.E.M FIGURES IN A SET AND THIS AUCTION TOOK. HOURS. AND COST. A BIT. BUT I WON AND THE OTHER BIDDER CAN SUCK MY DICK BC HES MINE!!!!!!!
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nouearth · 7 months ago
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let me in.
peter parker x male reader.
summary: peter struggles to balance between life and work, and it's ruining his relationship with you.
wc: 6.6k. genre: smut. warnings: andrew!peter, college au, established relationship, brief fighting, brief injury and blood mention (nosebleed), misunderstandings, peter reveals his identity, dry-humping, over the pants (or suit) handjob, body worshipping, lots of sweat, fingering, frotting, riding, spandex fetish, reader has a thing for peter in his spider-man suit!
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You were starting to feel antsy. You could feel it—the nerves kicking in again. Anticipation—a suspension of doubt—made your hands clammy at first, but it was the time that made your hands clutch nothing but air. You rubbed the sweat off your hands onto your pants, your knees not so comforting with their pointedness.
Acceptance—when it was evident that Peter was late, again.
Birthdays have never been a big deal in your family. Sure, it was great that you had the privilege to live another year. To witness yourself grow older, to stand a few inches taller, to live a little more knowledgeable than yesterday. But growing up with parents who had to constantly work, well-late into the depths of night, it had never been more than a birthday wish that had greeted you in the mornings, and bid you slumber in the evenings. Since then, you knew not to expect anything.
If only Peter hadn’t made such a big deal out of it this year.
“Excuse me?” The familiar timbre of a voice speared your thoughts; deep and tunneling as you were transfixed on the glasses of water before you. Yours had been refilled, though a little sparse compared to Peter’s full cup.
Your eyes widened with feigned curiosity, a small smile plastered alongside to hopefully negate any annoyance from the waiter—because you expected what he was about to follow up with.
“Hey
 uh,” he shifted on his feet awkwardly, eye bags weighing heavier than the last time he had checked up on you. You looked around, surprised by the amount of patrons who had filled the space around you while you were daydreaming. Laughter and smiles completely lit up the room. The dim lights were practically stationed in the restaurant for decoration, and seemingly to spotlight your ‘dinner for one’ status. “I’m sorry, but
 we have no more tables to fill, and if you aren’t ordering soon, then we’ll have to give your table up for the next party...”
It was obvious that you weren’t, you hadn’t even torn into the buttery bread rolls that were piping hot forty-five minutes ago. Now, the fat had solidified into spotty, yellow clumps, though you doubt that would’ve been enough to detract from the quality of the rolls.
“Oh, I—“ You pulled out your phone to check your messages again. Nothing. Swiped down to refresh your conversation with Peter. The loading icon felt like it took forever, you half-expected that your phone was updating the thread with Peter’s messages that somehow got lost in the void of the restaurant’s spotty signal. 
And nothing.
“I—yeah
 uh. I-I’ll head out.” It was embarrassing. Even if the waiter had given you a sympathetic smile, you hated knowing that you wasted his time. You hated that you selfishly occupied a seat when someone else would’ve been done with dinner by the time you exited. 
“Thanks—” 
You hated that you had your hopes up for things to be different.
Again.
The night was dreary. Not even the wind had greeted you like the others when you stepped out. Soft and fluttering against your skin, but scolding enough to make you put your coat back on. Luckily, your apartment wasn’t too far from the restaurant, a fifteen minute walk at most if you speed-walked. Shoving your hands in your coat pockets, you then ambled along the sidewalks, wallowing in your feelings with a playlist that belted in your ears once you plugged your earbuds in. 
You didn’t have the energy left to hurry home.
Once you crossed the last intersection, you felt a little bit more at ease. Seeing the familiar apartment complex at the end of the block picked your pace up a step more. You paused your music once you neared the entrance, just a turn away before you could finally bury yourself in your bed. 
You reached into your pocket to grab your wallet. The weight in your palms instantly reminding you to deposit the cash tips sometime soon before the stretch of the leather had become unbearable to fit in your pocket. 
Your walk slowed as your attention was fixated on your wallet, fumbling it open clumsily to retrieve your keycard. In midst, you caught a glimpse of a photo print of you and Peter, standing shoulder to shoulder with the biggest grins as Peter had a peace sign above your head, doubling as bunny ears. Honeymoon phase, they’d call it. Where you were beginning to discover more about Peter, and Peter was beginning to discover more about you. Likes. Dislikes. Hobbies. Memories. It felt like yesterday when you two were spending every second of your day with each other. 
Now, it would be a miracle if Peter returned a call.
With the keycard in your hand, you turned the corner, and towards the entrance, the smiles from the photo print reflecting onto yours as you could vividly hear Peter’s pleas to retake them again. The flash of the cameras always made him blink.
If only you had been focusing on where you were going instead of the still image of the first memory between you and Peter, maybe you could have avoided the collision altogether when you approached the door. You suddenly found yourself on your back, facing the night sky as clusters of stars twinkled in laughter. There was a slight throbbing to your forehead, a mark you’d reckon would appear as purple within the next 12 hours despite the painless
 pain.
“Oh god— I’m so, so, so, sorry! Let me—“ If the beating your face took to the door hadn’t snapped you back to reality already, the familiar face before you certainly pulled you out of your thoughts like whiplash once he helped you back onto your feet. Your vision instantly cleared of haze, as if his simple presence was your remedy.
“(M/N)?” Peter interrupted himself, his eyes widening. You could see the wheels turning in his head when the dim light spotlighted your features: eyes, nose, lips; flesh and bone that he was well-acquainted with.
“Peter—“ You took a moment to scan him. It was like all the other times he had been late. His fringe; stuck to his forehead with a mixture of sweat and water, the latter being a last resort to clean himself up. His knuckles; bruised and torn with minuscule cuts barely able to conceal the truth behind his scars. His necktie; clumsily done with the knots coming loose. Though, whether the silk unfurled by Peter’s own sloppiness, or by the increasing frailty of his fingers that had become susceptible by even the most delicate material of neckties; it was futile to mention it to him. You knew he’d shut you down with another excuse.
“W-what are you doing here? Are you okay? I-I’m so sorry—I was on my way to you and—Oh god, you’re bleeding!“ Breathless, panting, not only because he was panicking from running late. 
But because of adrenaline. You could see it in his eyes. The alertness. The high.
“What—“ You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, only to see a smear of blood blotted across your skin. “Shit.” 
Another thick drop splattered in greeting.
“Peter, it’s a nosebleed. You’re acting like I had my arm chopped off or something.” You’ve been applying pressure to your nasal bridge, pinching it tightly to barricade the stream of blood. All while you had your head tilted over Peter’s sink, in case of the blood leaking past your hold. “And how long does it take to find a cotton ball?”
“I’m trying—“ His one-sided game of hide and seek with the bag of cotton balls was leaning in favor of the latter. Medicine cabinet: empty. Bedside drawer: foreign coins and bills. You were watching him from the corner of your eye, a small limp to his step when the lightbulb seemingly lit up overhead and had him dashing towards the kitchen. 
“Found it!”
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Peter’s touch was delicate. Tender, like the forming bruise on your forehead. He was adamant on taking care of you, even if frankly—you would’ve done it much faster had it been a solo endeavor. Cotton balls were plugged up into your nose, and a warm face towel was laid across your forehead. If an intruder had the audacity to rob Peter’s apartment, you’d imagine you would find yourself lucking out. Peter joked that you looked like patient zero.
“All done. See? Nothing to cry about.” He was joking again, the smug smile across his face a clear indication of it—and the laugh that he couldn’t help but contain.
“Ha. Ha. Thanks, Dr. Parker. Now, how much do I owe you? I’m paying outta pocket.” For a brief moment, you forgot that you were upset earlier. All because of how nice it was to actually see him again. He pressed a kiss to your lips, a comforting gesture if his constant apologies weren’t enough. Stay focus. 
“So, about dinner
”
“Oh,” Disappointment softened Peter’s smile. You could see it tightening, even as he was organizing his room. Though, it was really a matter of tossing his clothes on the floor back into the laundry basket. “Listen, my
 bike got stolen and—“
“Peter
” You sighed, pinching your nose bridge because you feared another avalanche of a nosebleed incoming. That, and because it helped you maintained your composure. “You said that the last time. Three times, actually.”
“Third time’s
 the charm?” He was joking. Again. But even he wasn’t laughing at it because he’d been cornered. Called out. Embarrassed that he thought that would even work on you. Embarrassed that he thought he could get away with it. 
Again.
“Peter.” You called out, straightening your posture against the headboard of the bed when he sat at the end of the mattress. Shit, it’s happening.
“I
 I don’t know how to
” The veins in his hands, they lined perfectly to the cuts, scrapes, and bruises on his knuckles. Clear as day now that he wasn’t hidden under a dim light. “I just
”
He had his hands around his face, rubbing his temples, his cheeks, his nose, anything that could alleviate the accelerating drill of his heartbeat. 
You were hopeful to get an answer out of him. A proper explanation. But it pained you, knowing that in a few seconds—what he would tell you would only confirm your yearning suspicions of his strange behavior.
He doesn’t love you anymore. He’s cheating. You’ve become a nuisance, an absolute bore in his life. Actually, you’re a bad influence on him. You’re holding him back. He needs to let go of you to accomplish better things. He never loved you.
It’s happening. It’s fucking happening. All he has to do is say those words. The dreaded five words you’ve heard once from him in a nightmare.
I want to break up.
“If you want to break up, just say it.” 
It sounded softer in your head, but the tears that had welled in your eyes finally bursted into droplets. They ran down your cheeks, and your voice broke during its pursuit. 
Something commanded you to let those words slip out. 
Maybe it was the ghost that you and him had been theorizing about since the night you’ve helped him move into the apartment floor above you. Carrie; you nicknamed her, and Peter would scold you for doing so because he had the suspicions that giving her a backstory would ultimately reassess his home as a possessing ground. To this day, he swore he saw a shadow looming in the corner of his room on a perfectly stormy night.
Or maybe it was the months of frustration that you had accumulated, snowballed because of your own selfish reasons to continue being with Peter for as long as you could, even if you saw the signs, because you couldn’t bear to see yourself without him. Live, when you two had promised so many futures together.
“What? No, (M/N), that’s not—“ He jolted up at the mere mention of separating from you. There was a chill. The room suddenly felt colder, and then warmer—scorching hot, when the glossiness of your gaze reflected into his. He began joining you by your side. “Hey, hey, I would never—“
He broke into a cold sweat. He’d never seen you like this. And to think that he was the root of this—of your pain—it was all overwhelming.
“Peter, there’s always something going on with you. Y-you don’t text me for days. You ignore my calls. You disappear without telling me. You’re always late. And
 you’re always hurt? And you think that I’m dumb enough to not notice that you aren’t? How you’re limping? How you’re always bruised and—For god’s sake, Peter, I’m just as smart as you, we have the same GPA and—“ You took a breather, a gulp because you were rambling now. Your cheeks felt hot, from your sudden outburst and from embarrassment, because the latter half of your rant immediately negated the idea of some kind of affair.
“Okay, maybe you aren’t cheating, but—“ You felt him tug you into his arms, but you wouldn’t budge. Instead, you pushed away, edging to the other side of the bed to face him.
“I would never.” He sighed, his arms dropping as soon as you removed yourself from his embrace. 
“Then what is it? You’re leaving me in the dark here. I barely see you anymore, you know that?”
“I know.” He was biting his lips. Chewing, as if he was internally debating something. A decision that could either ruin you, ruin him, or both.
“Then?”
You waited. Watched his fingers fiddle with one another as he continued turning the screws in his head. Your heart would jump whenever he would open his mouth, anticipating whatever had caused so much turmoil in his life, but there was a last minute decision that kept him silent.
Crickets.
Nothing.
“I don’t
 I don’t know what you’re doing. But you’re getting hurt and I’m just
 worried.” Your gaze dropped to his hands again. Pale, veiny, and full of life yet they’ve looked like they’ve been worn out. Torn. “At least tell me it’s not gambling.”
“Well—in a way with my life, it kind of is like gambling—“ He thinly smiled, hoping it would at least make you crack a smile.
“Peter!” You scoffed, nudged his side with your elbow out of frustration, then surrendered when you brought your knees up to your chest, and buried your head in between your knees. “Not funny.”
“Okay, okay, just
 you can’t tell anyone.” His voice softened.
“We all know that between you and I, you’re the one with the running mouth.” Your voice muffled in the space between your legs, hands tucked around your nape.
“I’m serious, (M/N)” Pleading now, he held your hand in hopes to get ahold of your attention again, squeezing so you’d look at him. You do.
“I won’t tell.” It was a promise. Peter didn’t need you to clarify because he could see it in your eyes, honest and sincere. Determined, as if you were willing to protect him.
“Okay
 and also, don’t
 freak out.” Peter was off the bed now, wandering in the middle of his room as he rolled his shoulders back, relaxing the muscles in his back like a wrestler preparing for his next fight. He gestured for you to follow him out to the stairway, out into the cold. 
“Why would I freak—“ There was something around his wrist. No, wrists. You thought they were watches, but there were two devices around him. They were strapped with a similar black leather to your wallet, to Peter’s, and a red button protruded in the middle of it. “Peter, what are you—“
You stopped a few feet before Peter, watching him closely, yet afar. Afraid, yet intrigued. Concerned, because he was on the ledge of the staircase now, perched like an animal. Yet there was a grin on his face. Not crazed like a madman considering he was acting like one, but foolish. Goofy, giddy like the times he’d hide stuff from you, and wait until you’d notice it was gone.
“Like I said, don’t freak out.” 
“Peter, what are you even—“
With that, he opened his arms like wings that spanned across his back and flipped into the air as if the wind would carry him across city to city. As if he was recruited as a sponsor to the heavenly gods with the incredible height he’d taken off in, pursuing the clouds, the wind, the stars, and the night simultaneously all in multiple slings.
Into. The. Air.
Into the fucking air.
You raced forward with a yelp, as if you would’ve made it in time to catch him. To catch his hand before he fell. To hold him one last time before he’d land on the ground and shatter every bone in his body.
If he had landed. 
No, you blinked once—twice—no, at least in the double digits because this was all a dream. It was all a dream, right? That you caught a glimpse of Peter somehow slingshotting himself from window to window, from rooftop to satellite, like it was a mundane day job one had to endure to put food on the table, to pay the bills.
Right?
You paced around the stairs, raced towards one floor to another, bending over the railings because—Peter disappeared. He was gone. If he had smashed into something, you would’ve heard him. You would’ve heard him in yelp in pain. You would’ve heard the metal railings shake. You would’ve heard him cry for help. 
Instead, you heard the sound of wind. Whistling as it sailed leaves to the west of you. 
As if it carried a hint along the way.
“Peter?! Peter—Fuck, fuck!” You followed the sound of the whistle. The source of the pitchy sound. Fluttering when your head spun closer to the note, wavering when you were getting colder, then peaking when your gaze lifted, higher, and higher, until it landed on him.
Peter.
Peter, perched over the rooftop of the apartment complex like a bug. The moonlight framed his silhouette, emphasized the texture of his suit; protruding grids that encased him like a nest; and you’ve never been more intimidated. 
Red and blue spandex tightly-fitted over the muscles and body of the man you have been more than well-acquainted with. You’ve seen it before. It was familiar. On the news, on the papers, on the internet.
“You’re freaking out!” He yelled out, clearly amused in your frozen state of shock.
He peered over at you with a smug grin, aimed directly at your bafflement before pulling a mask over his head. It was the icing on top in rendering you utterly incapable of stringing up any words. The lens of his mask reflected off of you, mirrored your astonishment in clear display, and you sensed that would be a memory Peter would be carrying to his death bed.
“What. The. Fuck.”
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“Okay, so, just to clarify,” You were winded, still recovering from the heart attack Peter had nearly given you after he took you on for a stroll in the night. Into the sky.
Luckily his bed was right beside you. As soon as your legs gave out, you fell back into his mattress, and stared into the ceiling, speechless. Peter joined you after, bringing you into his arms. He’d always been aware that touching you in any way or form brought you back to reality. “You are
 not a cosplayer?”
“Honestly? That would make me way more money than what I’m making right now.” You couldn’t keep your hands or eyes off of him. Peter was still in his suit, and that gave you the perfect opportunity to run your hands over the webbed texture of the spandex.
“Just a few more months until my lease is up. I can move in, and that’ll help with the rent. For both of us.” It felt like silicone, or rubber. Whatever it was, it was durable considering how thin it felt in your fingers when you rubbed it in between them.
“Just like that? You’re not mad?” Your hands came to a halt when Peter suddenly took them, and rested your palm on his cheek, coincidentally on the cut that you’ve never noticed. 
“Why would I be mad?” Quieter. Your voice mellowed into a whisper as you catalogued the amount of beatings his skin had taken. Caressed the marks you were too selfish to notice. Exhaustion wore on his face, and yet he never looked so peaceful as he gazed into your eyes. 
Pretty eyes, Peter thought. Ones that could motivate him to get back up after falling. That feels nice, when you pressed a kiss to his damaged skin. A touch that made him believe there was a reason to suffer, to be great, to be all of this.
“Well, for starters, it’s your birthday and
 I completely blew it.” Peter closed his eyes when you began brushing his hair back, knotted in cold sweats, but you fanned your fingers out to undo them until they felt somewhat tidy in your strokes. Smooth and soft. He sighed, “Again.”
“Can’t entirely blame you. How would I look if I were to complain about missing you, when you’re out there risking your life for everyone?” It wasn’t a question, but you wanted him to look at you. To respond. And he does, when you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, and he returned it with a silken one, a following grin. “All I wish for was that you told me sooner, I guess.”
“Yeah,” He figured he’d save the details of the ‘friends’ he had made along the way some other time. For now, it was all about you. “Wow, you’re not even going to wish for me to be safe?”
“Hey, you know what I mean! That’s a given.” You rubbed at his chest, finding yourself quickly accustomed to the scales of his costume. The red was striking against your palms, comforting almost. 
“Still. I want to hear you say it.” Peter rolled onto his side and slipped an arm under your back, scooting closer to you. His signature goofy grin never failed to knock a similar one out of you. And unwillingly drawn out, when he began pinching at your sides in quick snips.
“Stop—“ You laughed, your hands occupying themselves to defend your body from his quick attacks. But Peter was fast, avoiding your arms and hands to find another opening that you’d abandon. “Stop, stop! Stay safe! Happy?!”
Closer and closer, you found yourself beneath him, framed by his body as he took your arms above your head and pinned them secured with his tight grasps.“Incredibly.”
Your legs spread open to make room for his body, only for Peter to wrap them around his waist, to press his body into you, kissing you like he was driven to steal your breath.
“This your way of making it up to me?” You broke apart from the kiss, only briefly, before the taste of Peter, the softness of his lips reeled you back in for another kiss. Languidly paced until one’s accelerating lust for one another had taken ahold of the wheel and shifted gears, into a weightiness that kept your mouth parted open while Peter’s impulse to explore you had become evidently clear.
“Problem with that?” He’d been driving his hips into you, grinding his front with your own. Both clothed, infuriatingly covered, but the pressure in between your bulge and Peter’s was too pleasing to ignore. Too satisfying to make him stop. “I should take this off—“
“No, wait—“ You grabbed his forearm when he reached back to unzip his suit. To be honest, you never thought about how he even got in or out of the suit in the first place, but that was beside the point. Something about this suit, this costume, whatever you wanted to call it; it was a turn-on. 
The way it fit snug against Peter’s body; how every fiber of muscle was stretching the material to its limit. Maybe you were just turned on because you associated it with him being a hero. For god’s sake, that was as much of an aphrodisiac one could be if you happened to be saved from a falling tower. 
Or maybe, it was simply how Peter looked in it. Unabashedly handsome, yet himself, seemingly courting you further into his webs, as if he hadn’t already from day one.
“Keep it on. I like it.” You muttered, fiddling with the collar of his suit. It was snapped on tight, but you managed to slip a finger or two past, to pull at it with a stretch.
“Then how are we going to
” He abandoned the few inches he had unzipped, providing a small relief to the squeeze around his body while his broad back was bare and tense towards the ceiling. 
“Then, you’ll take it off. But for now, I just want to
” One hand was on his nape, pulling him down for another heated kiss, while the other traveled south between your body and his. Further, lower, until you cupped him at his crotch. Rubbing, squeezing, and palming at the thick, growing center. “Want to try something
”
You could feel him smiling, a crooked one flattened against your own grin when he whispered, “I should’ve told you sooner, shouldn’t I.”
“You think?”
You were getting harder, your pants beginning to tighten around the center as you palmed him. It was a heavy handful in the beginning, but Peter’s bulge began to unfurl. It didn’t take long, didn’t take much of a stroke for him to unravel from his tuck and thicken into a full-blown erection towards the left side of his thigh. It pointed downwards, the plump head evident through his suit, and you were beginning to drool in Peter’s mouth at the haziest image of it.
“Come on, I need to get out of this
 It’s killing me.” It wasn’t like Peter to beg. It was charming, cute, sexy, all the synonyms that could describe how you felt all day and every day about him, and you squeezed, because he wasn’t being patient with you.
“Birthday boy gets what he wants, don’t you think?” He winched into your mouth, and you swallowed him. Swallowed every ounce of breath, and breathed it back out with a kiss. Sloppy, heavy, your tongue weighing on his because you wanted to keep his lips apart, mouth open to hear his moans.
Peter grunted again once you began stroking his cock, touching him like it was a delicate plate of chin. Fingertips only, dusting him off with little pressure so he wouldn’t shatter.
“What are you going to do about it, hm?” You continued your short, limp strokes. “Just going to take it? Hm?” Your wrist was weak, lazy as it became limp to tease him even more. Peter sucked in a breath, doing his best to maintain his composure, but it was all futile, all those attempts of sucking in his lip to chew, to hold back his moans, because you’d slap his clothed cock, grasp it tight in your hand, and massage as much as you could gather.
“Fuck, baby—“ You had him under your control. Even if his hands were free, you knew he wouldn’t lay a finger on you. He knew that if he did, you’d stop touching him, stop stimulating the blood running down every vein of his cock, fueling his erection. His desires. 
He couldn’t let that happen. Not after the day, the week, the months that he’d been having. 
You and Peter eventually switched places: Peter resting on his back while you sat in between his legs, marveling at the stretch of his suit. Somehow, his cock looked bigger than you’d remember. Squished and pressed flush against his thigh like this. The suit was like a magnet, inviting your hand back to his cock and refusing to let you go.
“Just relax.” You commanded him. He was watching you slouched up against the headboard, gravity weighing his eyelids lower. With his legs spread apart, he provided you excess space as you began massaging his right thigh with your free hand. “Is this okay?”
“Mm-hm...” He knew you were talking about the pressure on his thigh, but the strokes over his cock remained supreme in his mind. Championed through as you pressed harder into the shaft, massaging tenderly from vein to vein. The protruding webbed texture of his suit pressed into him, rolled against cock like the inside of a fleshlight, ultimately adding onto the already gratifying pleasure. 
It was glorious.
“More
” Peter gritted through his teeth, a selfish need for more escaping from his lips in huffs. Grunts, when you’d fulfill his wish with two hands now, kneading his cock like dough. 
Thick, stiff, throbbing dough.
Before the complaints could come pouring in, you shimmied your pants off in a hurry, tossing it in the corner before greedily climbing onto Peter’s lap. It was like he read your mind, perhaps another secret that he’d been hiding, because he immediately took you into his arms. An embrace, a tight one that grounded you against his bulge, pressing your body weight until it restricted the blood flowing into his erection, as well as preventing an escape.
“You’re so hard
” You marveled at how rigid he’d gotten under you, grinding your ass against the large mass, beating and throbbing with every rut.
“I’m so hard.” He confirmed, complained, and bragged all in one smile. He then took you by the nape to kiss you again. Hard on the mouth, slow with his tongue to taste you and your desires, his desires. His other hand rested on the small of your back, guiding your grinds at first before his fingers looped into your waistband, tugging once before stuffing the strap under your ass cheeks. Your hard-on was the only thing keeping the cotton material from slipping off while you continued grating your hips. “Just like that
”
To make it easier for you, Peter repositioned his erection so it was facing north, towards his navel, in its sublime mass. Your briefs had been tossed to the side now, completely bare bottomed against him while you mounted over him, and rode in needy strides. It was a sight to behold, something that Peter reckoned he should savor. He folded his arms behind his head, providing a self-made cushion for the weight of it, and watched you. It was entrancing, like a dance. You swiveled your hips to a ghosting rhythm, one that could only be heard between two hearts, two parties, between the two of you, man to man.
“Like this
?” Breathless, you unbuttoned your shirt open, but left it present on your body. Sweat formed over your neck, dribbled down to your bare and exposed chest;  it was practically an open-invitation for Peter to ravish you. And so he did, with a haunting groan as he held you, contained you in the warmth of his arms as he simultaneously pulled you forward, and pushed himself off the headboard to meet you in the middle.
He kissed you on the neck, achingly hard when he sucked, and then enthralling, sweat-inducing when he bit into your skin. He couldn’t contain himself. You tasted too good, and it’d been too long since he had you just like this. “Just like that. Your cock against my cock, fuck. I love it so fucking much.” He muttered hot against your neck, panting because he was sweating too. The spandex felt tighter on his skin, constricting against him with every drop of sweat.
“Oh, fuck
” His lips had latched onto your nipples now. Peter’s tongue worked magic on your two nubs, flicking and swirling over their perkiness until you felt swollen. Raw, when he bit, pulled, bit, and bit again. You buried your face into his hair, rocking yourself back and forth with your arms holding him close to your chest, gliding your cock against his print as if a gun was pointed to your head, like your life depended on making Peter come.
You were delirious, humping Peter without a single thought other than to get him off, and you’d reckon that was the goal lingering in Peter’s head as he began rocking back into you. It took a while for him to find your rhythm, chasing after it in slower, sluggish beats, but eventually he caught up to you, snapping his hips against your own, grinding his cock against yours like two crescent moons caressing the other’s curvature.
“Close
” He muttered into your shoulder. Your shirt was hanging off, exposing more of your skin, but Peter made sure you didn’t feel a single chill with the marks he had followed up with soon after. It was like he had done it on purpose. Made you feel safe in his arms, comfortable in the warmth of his body, worshiped with the amount of care he had given your body. Frozen, when you felt something prod at your pucker. Then enraptured, when Peter pushed a wet finger inside of you. 
Tremors, chilling tremors ran down your spine as you took the single digit Inside of you with one determined push. “Fuck—“ Your back arched, chest pushed forward towards him, and your hips jolted forward in one strong, and delicious swipe against Peter’s cock. “Peter
”
It was a mouthwatering display of food before him. The perky nubs on your chest, the veins in your neck, the mole on your body, the strain of your thighs on overdrive, the swollen head of your cock; Peter didn’t know what to lay his finger on first, what to mouth on, what to kiss, and suck, and latch onto until you’d scream. Whichever it was, he knew you were desperate for him. Begging, sweating, whimpering, for Peter to lay a finger on you. Another finger inside of you now, and you rolled your eyes at the stretch he was providing you with, a fulfilling wish that startled your hips once more.
“You’re so good, so good for me
” Peter was staring up at you, marveling at the layer of sweat on your body. It glistened with every movement, dripped heavily with every thrust of Peter’s fingers, and tasted just like how he remembered. Salty when he licked up your neck, up your chest, against your nipples, and repeated. Your body was his, and Peter was determined to let the world know. Determined to remind you in case that you’d forgotten.
Your hands were wandering. Grabbing and touching at anything and everything that could linger in between your fingers. Peter’s hair, his head, shoulders, chest, your cock and his, his back. Everything. You couldn’t keep your hands off of him. Even if he was covered from head to toe, you were touching him. Because he was yours.
“Gonna come—“ You cupped Peter’s jaw to straighten his posture, to kiss him sloppily on the mouth, and he pulled his fingers out of you, resting them on either side of your hips as he joined you once again in grinding hips. The pleasure was overbearing, drilling into each individual brain until the smallest movement would render you both speechless. Panting in slurred moans of each other’s names, of profanities that you two had rarely used in your lifetime on earth.
“Me too
” Peter pushed himself on top of you now. Your arms were tied around his neck, tighter than the necktie he had on prior, and your legs; they wrapped around his waist equally secured, if not even tighter, as he thrusted against you. 
You were too distracted, unable to respond to Peter’s constant licks in your mouth. He was desperate for you, suckling on your tongue and chasing after it once it slipped out because of your moans. They were rattling, each breath immediately vaulted in the back of Peter’s throat because he couldn’t part from you. Couldn’t imagine a life where he would. And if he had to, at least he’d have a part of you inside of him. Even if it was a whisper. 
He thrusted harder, panting into your mouth, his nose practically smushed flat against yours. He wondered if you could imagine that life, a life without him.
“P-Pete—Shit, I’m—“ Your fingers dug into his nape, grounding him impossibly closer to you when that feeling had suddenly come to stun you in place. 
It simmered hard in your stomach, then to a rolling boil as it traveled lower to your pelvis. You squeezed your stomach, clenched your toes, and your eyes widened when Peter’s hips showed no signs of faltering. Your cock swelled and your balls jolted, tightened, until you finally saw stars bursting into flames and let gravity have it come crashing down on you. Shivers had you enclose your arms around Peter, holding onto him tight as you felt yourself crumble and spill all over your chest and his suit. You came with a gritted grunt of his name, sinking your nails into his nape because you had nowhere else to channel your spasms as Peter kept rocking against you, drunkenly astonished by how you came for him. By how much you needed him.
It didn’t take long before Peter came right after. He buried his head into your neck, stifling moans into the heat of your neck, clammy with sweat, yet comforting as he filled the inside of his suit with thick, large loads. You felt his cock throb against you when you reached down to help, to ride out his orgasm to the fullest. His cock pulsed as you’d imagine several thick pumps of his load would gush out and uncomfortably layer his navel. If only his suit hadn’t been waterproof, because there was no doubt that he would’ve been leaking out of it by now.
You’ve never been so jealous of spandex.
He was hot in your ear, panting, breathing you in, then breathing you out as you slowed the strokes on his softening cock. Then a sudden inhale, a jolt of his body, when you squeezed hard, to seal the deal in covering the entirety of his cock in his own cum. It was filthy. It was shameless. It was Peter.
“Driving me crazy here
” Peter sluggishly lifted himself off of you to face you, a sleepy smile plastered across his face as you kept kneading at his cock, increasingly sensitive with every second.
“Not enough to drive you away, right?” You smiled, drowsy yourself as you quickly found your high coming to a crash. Though, you mustered enough strength to hold Peter’s cheek in your palm, tenderly caressing, to which he immediately kissed as soon as it reintroduced itself. 
Peter sighed, holding your gaze for what felt like minutes, and yet you wished it could be for longer. 
It was different this time, the way he looked at you. The same amount of love and warmth, yes. But they no longer wavered, no longer tried to find something else to look at in case you were prying about. 
“Never.” 
Instead, they stilled, relaxed the longer you stared into him, into those brown eyes of his, because you were in now. 
You were finally in his life.
How much you needed him?  His question had been answered.
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obsessivevoidkitten · 16 days ago
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Pollen and Pheromones
Kinktober Day 13: Sex Pollen
Male Alpha Yandere x Gender Neutral Omega Reader CW: Noncon, sex pollen, aphrodisiac, pheromones, knotting, biting, claiming bite, stranded, spaceship crash, sci-fi, outer space, alien planet, a/b/o dynamics, bigotry/prejudice against omegas, rivalry, breeding, general yandere behavior, tsundere, betrayal Word Count: 1.6k (Enjoy this kinktober meal I have prepared <3)
"Star log: This is Pilot 2418 currently operating vessel Starlion: Orion. I am currently on route to pass the threshold of our galaxy in less than five minutes."
You were a shuttle pilot, one of the Exploration Guild's best. Ever since humanity had achieved interplanetary travel, they had sought to extend themselves ever further. With the new drift-space drives, that dream was now a reality.
They were only currently suited for small 1 to 2 man shuttlecraft, and only a couple such craft had been made. Two different ones had been commissioned through the guild, with both pilots competing to see who could exit the Milky Way first. The new drive could only be used in bursts to prevent overloading, so the journey had still taken a few months. But it seemed like you were about to succeed. Then you could make a U-turn and start drift-jumping back towards the nearest station.
Since you were an omega, this was a great achievement, a notice to the universe that your kind could do whatever betas and alphas could. You would be able to help stamp out the lingering bigotry and inspire others all with one action.
You were just about to cross the finish line!
Suddenly, your opponent, Tetsunori, came out of drift-space behind you. He had been your long-time rival, with both of you being about equally skilled.
But this was unacceptable to him as he was an alpha and held to the knothead mindset that an omega's place was bouncing on an alpha's prick or maybe in a teaching or nursing job.
You weren't worried, though. You had a solid lead. There was no way he could close the gap.
You rolled your eyes at the incoming transmission.
"Why don't you just give up now? If you surrender nicely, I'll let you celebrate my victory by letting you keep my knot warm!"
The temptation to reply was too great.
"Ha! You may be good at navigating the stars, but I doubt you have ever found your way into an omega."
Conversing with him hadn't distracted you or made you pause, so he growled as he switched to another plan. He fired on his tractor beam.
What the fuck, was he insane? Stooping so low to make sure you couldn't have a historic moment? You fired an equal and opposite tractor beam through his, which forced him to disengage. Something only possible because both ships were similar in size and energy output. Did he think you were some amateur?
In a desperate bid to prevent you from winning, Tetsunori rammed his shuttle into yours.
This type of bumping wasn't unheard of. It wasn't lethal if both ships were similar and had their shields up. But the bouncing was pretty strong for both parties, which is why it was a last-ditch effort. It could push you past the line, or it could bump him further. Neither of those things happened, though.
Instead, you careened right into the gravitational pull off a planet. You did everything you could to slow down and stabilize, but nothing seemed to be working.
Tetsunori sped after you in his spacecraft as he spoke into the comm link.
"I'm sorry, oh my god, I'm so sorry! I just had to be first! What omega would want to be mates with someone who they bested??"
You didn't have time for his weird ass confession and barely registered it. Your shields were still online and he had started pulsing his tractor beam to slow you down, full usage of it at such speeds could rip your ship apart, thankfully he wasn't an amateur either and knew that.
You put all available power and quickly put it into overloading the shields. You hit the emergency crash button, and two nozzles came out from the sides of the cockpit and sprayed you with a rapidly drying foam that would reduce damage to you if you got flung about the ship. Tetsunori's reckless and speedy entry into the atmosphere may have been enough to save you, but he had lost control of his vessel as well.
As you crashed, he careened away and crash-landed as well.
It was a good thing the high-tech impact reduction foam was so effective. Despite having shields, the ship was still shaken pretty badly, and the inertial dampeners weren't powerful enough to thwart damage from such a landing.
You took stock of the condition of your systems.
Almost everything was fried. You could at least scan the planet. It seemed like you had actually lucked out. In the entire galaxy planets that supported life were incredibly rare. But you had landed on one.
It seemed there were no known biological hazards present. No recognized toxins, dangerous bacteria, or viral agents. You were cleared to remove your suit. The temporary foam had started to dissolve, so it wasn't hard to remove.
The scanner also indicated there was a strong human life sign. It appeared that Tetsunori was okay.
You took the survival kit from underneath your seat as well as some beverages and rations you had procured at the last station and headed in the direction of dust and smoke in the distance.
You didn't even need the ship's scanner to tell you that the great imbecile, Tetsunori had landed there.
As you got closer, you stepped into a field of flowers that surrounded the entire crash site. You were probably still a mile away, but all around you were odd glittery silver and gold flowers.
The smell of them made you just slightly lightheaded and tingly. You realized the tiniest bit of slick was dribbling down your leg. They must be an aphrodisiac. The scanner hadn't warned you of anything in the air that was truly dangerous, so it probably wouldn't matter very much. And it really didn't. For you. As you trudged through the flowers and pollen, the effects did not get worse.
But for Tetsunori, the pollen was much stronger. When it hit his nostrils, it immediately put him into rut. Not a typical rut either, one of the ruts you see in pornos where the alpha is almost feral and unable to control their mating drive. When you came upon him, he was sitting on a piece of debris from his shit and rocking back and forth in clear distress. Through his outfit, his bulge was immediately visible.
"T-tetsunori? Uh... are you okay? D-did you get hurt in the crash?"
You took a step back when he looked up at you. His eyes were red, giving him a demonic appearance.
"The flowers, I think... they... UGH! My thoughts are all jumbled..."
He started to rub and massage his crotch desperately. He finally caught a whiff of your scent, ripe from the recent hike over to him and from being without a proper shower since your last space station stop. Not to mention the smell of the slick the aphrodisiac had coaxed out of you.
He started wildly sniffing at the air.
"Y-you smell so nice. You can help!"
You started backing away slowly.
"Uh... help with what?"
He got up and closed the difference between the two of you. Sweat had his dark hair clinging to his head. He was significantly taller and looked down at you intensely before sniffing and licking your neck with lazy broad strokes.
"S-smell so gooood. Always wanted to knot youuuu~"
You tried to push him off.
"Tetsunori! St-stop!"
You slapped, smacked, kicked, punched, and flailed, but nothing you did deterred him in the slightest.
"I'm sorry, but I fucking n-need this!"
He pinned you to the ground, clawing and biting off all your clothing until only your underwear was left, he removed it more delicately before inhaling its scent deeply and putting it in his pocket for later.
"Please don't do this, Tetsunori, PLEASE!"
He looked down at you, and it seemed like he was genuinely trying to resist before the pollen-charged rut won out.
Tetsunori unzipped his pants and let his drooling cock and full heavy balls out.
"G-gonna put all my babies in you! Have to! Have to!"
The lust-drunk alpha wasted no more time in ramming into you, an insertion that would have been more difficult had the pollen not slicked you up. Though it was still sudden and slightly painful.
"A-aaah!"
You tried to kick at him, but he growled viciously before pushing you into a mating press and slobbering all over your neck with his eager tongue.
The pollen must have increased the potency of his pheromones, or at least your susceptibility to them, because his musk was starting to cloud your thoughts.
Your grunts of pain became gasps of pleasure as your body quickly accommodated to his large size. You winced as he bit down hard on your neck to claim you. He kept right on fucking into you without skipping a beat.
He licked and kissed the lightly bleeding bite mark, some part of him remembering to comfort you despite his dominating need to fill you with cock. And by that point, the last of your resistance finally melted away.
"T-tetsunoriiiiii~" You moaned as your toes curled and body twitched in orgasm.
He growled your name in response and gave a few hard, deep thrusts before cumming as deeply as possible.
A comforting fullness filled your hole as his knot locked the two of you together. He pulled you close as he sat down so that you were in his lap facing him. The two of you caught your breath, then remained in an awkward silence until his knot deflated.
"G-got it out of your system?"
"Yeah... for the most part... sorry about that..."
You lifted yourself off of his lap, his half hard cock springing free with a lewd plopping sound.
"Well... it wasn't your fault. It was just the pollen..."
He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into his lap, his cock ramming directly into you, then began humping.
"Well... it wasn't just the pollen..."
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eddiesghxst · 1 year ago
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small blurb of best friend!reader spending the night at eddies and while theyre brushing their teeth getting ready for bed (shes in a tank top n panties) he notices that she doesnt have a gag reflexđŸ«Ł
oh he’d go fucking nutsđŸ€­
18+ — MINORS DNI
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Eddie feels like a perv for doing this. He feels guilty and shameful and all things wrong for doing this, but he can’t help it—- any moral thinking was wiped away when all the blood in his head rushed to his dick.
It was stupid, really. You and Eddie were just brushing your teeth, like any normal humans before bed. Except you were wearing that flimsy little tank top that hardly even covers anything, and Eddie
 well Eddie’s not a god, of course he was looking at your tits.
They’re perfect, hard nipples pressed against the thin material of your top, a sinful jiggle waving through them as you gently work your toothbrush over your teeth. Eddie was mesmerized.
And that was fine—- Eddie’s half hard dick could be calmed with a few boner-killing thoughts, no problem.
Except all hope of bidding away his clear arousal flew out the window the second you brushed your tongue and pushed your toothbrush so far back that Eddie expected to hear a gag, but surprisingly didn’t hear a single sound of struggle. And as if you having no gag reflex wasn’t enough, you had to lean over the sink, spit out the white paste, and happily hum as you did it.
Eddie thinks he blacked out after that, because the next thing he remembers is his fist tightly pumping his aching cock like his life depended on it.
After you finished he made some lazy excuse about needing to take a leak and locked the door behind you before hastily shoving his sweats down. The second Eddie pushed down the waistband of his sweats to release his cock, he knew he wasn’t going to last long.
Eddie hasn’t been this hard in a while, pulsing and throbbing and begging for release as he wraps his hand around his tip and starts stroking. His eyes flutter shut, jaw dropping as he leans forward to press a hand against the blank wall of the bathroom. He mutters a curse to himself, shut eyes squeezing in pleasure as he thinks about the sinful act you’d just put on for him.
He imagines you atop of him, weepy cunt swallowing him whole as you bounce on his cock, pretty tits moving with each sway. He imagines reaching up and gathering your tits in each of his hands, squeezing them to watch the way your soft skin gives way beneath his fingertips, molding against his touch like they were made for him.
He lets a moan slip before placing his knuckles between his teeth, shakily breathing as he quickens his strokes. It’s been less than five minutes and he’s pathetically close, but he doesn’t care.
He imagines you clambering off his lap to drop on your knees between his legs, wasting no time to wrap your lips around his cock and take him all the way to the back of your throat. He shivers when he replays the memory of you practically deep throating your toothbrush, pink tongue tauntingly on display.
He imagines pulling out of your mouth to tap his sticky tip against the thick of your tongue, and he imagines you would sinfully hum the way you did when you spit out your toothpaste.
He’s on the brink of cumming when you knock, a worried tone bracing your voice as you speak up, “Eddie? Everything okay?”
And the second Eddie opens his mouth to answer, he cums. Sticky white ropes of cum spurt from the sensitive red tip of his cock, coating his knuckles and messily dripping onto the floor. “Y-yeah I’m—- fuck.” he throbs beneath his touch, legs threatening to give out beneath the weight of his pleasure.
His breath is bated and shaky, wide eyes watching as more cum spills with each aching throb. He glances at the doorway and curses when he still sees your shadow beneath the door. He looks back at his cock and curses because the white sticky substance just won’t stop dribbling from his cock. “Uh—- I’m good. I’m fine.”
He hears you leave and he shuts his eyes, leaning forward to rest his head against the cool wall before him as he gives his cock a few more lazy strokes. He braves one last glance at his cock as he finally finishes off and he lets out a breathy laugh of disbelief.
He’s not sure how he’s gonna be able to look you in the eyes after this.
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pinkeos · 6 months ago
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bf!aventurine who likes kids and is good with handling them, when you had to cancel your date last minute because you had to babysit your siblings, he offered to come along.
“what're you up to, little guy?” aventurine inquired, peeking from your brother’s shoulder to see what he was so busy with on his phone.
“he’s playing that silly gacha game again.” your younger sister sang from where she sat, busily painting aventurine’s nails.
“it’s not silly! i've saved up for this character but i’m on my last ten pull and on a 50/50, too! i'm gonna cry if i don't get it!” your brother whined helplessly, clutching his phone in his hand.
oh, gambling. exactly up aventurine’s alley. with a smile, he showed his palm to your sibling.
“how about i pull for you? i’m quite a lucky guy myself.” he offered.
“yeah, he sure is, being able to bag our sibling.” your sister teased, tidying up after she was finished tending to aventurine’s nails.
your brother handed him his phone, instructing which buttons to press for the ten pull. your two siblings crowded near the man, intently watching as he pressed the pull button. lo and behold, not only one, but three five stars appeared on the screen.
this prompted the two to scream in shock and amazement, shaking each other and your boyfriend in the middle of them who had a smug smile on his handsome face. they began bombarding him with questions as to how he was that lucky.
“i finally have this character! you’re the best, big brother aventurine!” your little brother beamed, the praise undoubtedly warming the blond’s heart.
“y’know
 you can always have more copies of that character.” he started, a smile on his face and credit card appearing seemingly out of nowhere.
“no, it's almost time for bed.” your voice suddenly came up as you left the kitchen and joined the three in the living room.
the kids, including your boyfriend, let out complaints but ultimately followed your order. your siblings bid aventurine goodnight, waving with huge smiles on their faces.
“were you just encouraging my brother to gamble?”
“whatever do you mean, love?”
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sturnioz · 3 months ago
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♯┆fully introducing. . . fwb!chris .ᐟ
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you and fwb!chris stopped hooking up after realising you were both taking things way too far, and that the arrangement was lasting longer than necessary — but when you show up at the triplets birthday party empty handed, you both know one birthday present that he'll enjoy the most.
"you're here?" chris' eyebrows raises in surprise at your arrival, but it still doesn't stop him from throwing his arm around your shoulder to coax you into a hug that you immediately return, your hands rubbing his back. "i didn't expect you to, like, be here.."
"i'm not going to miss your birthday," you say with a light laugh, pulling back from the embrace to give him a sheepish smile. "i kinda forgot to buy a present on my way here... i'm sorry."
"no — no, s'cool. don't worry about it," chris dismisses with a wave of his hand before he scratches the back of his neck, adjusting the cap on his head. "the party is about to end soon but, do you — can you stay behind when everyone leaves, or somethin'?"
"sure," you nod slowly. "i'll go wait in your room.."
you've been waiting for fifteen minutes, listening to chris' laughter echoing in the living-room as he bids everyone goodbye and thanks them for coming to his and his brother's birthday celebrations, while you mindlessly walk around his familiar bedroom, capturing the small details of the space that hasn't changed since you were last here.
the walls are still white, decorated with a few random posters of his favourite artists. he still has that neatly stacked record collection that sits in the corner, untouched and left in pristine condition, and he still has his shoe collection tucked away in the other corner, some pairs left slightly askew.
he also still has a few photo frames sitting on his desk next to his computer, and your fingers ghost over the images of him with his friends and family, the locations holding a lot of memories. but you pause when your fingertips touch a particular photo that you were certain chris wouldn't have kept, and your heart swells uncomfortably in your chest.
the photo that catches your eye is one of you and chris at a carnival, both of you wearing silly headbands and grinning widely. chris stands behind you with his arms loosely draped around your shoulders, his cheek pressed against yours. your hand rests on his arm while the other hand squeezes his jaw playfully.
staring at it, your stomach swirls with regret as you take a step back. you feel suddenly guilty for showing up at his birthday, after you were the one that decided to call it quits on your odd situation.
you and chris were friends with benefits — an arrangement that lasted much longer than either of you had originally planned. you were hooking up to satisfy your needs, fucking each other when you were sexually frustrated and in need of a release, or sometimes when you were board.
what was only supposed to be a month-long fling turned into two months, then five, then a year, and eventually nearly a year and a half.
the predicament wasn't good for either of you — feelings had spiralled out of control, and even your shared close friends had pointed out how strangely long it had been going on.
it made you feel terrible when a girl once approached you, saying she liked chris and wanted to ask him out, but couldn't due to the uncertainty around your relationship.
that exact night, you had explained to chris that maybe you had both dragged out the friends with benefits situation longer than you should have, and in doing so, were preventing each other from meeting other people. chris was confused and hesitant, but he eventually agreed, leaving you both to shake on it as you ended your friends with benefits situation.
it's been two months since then, and truthfully, you've both struggled to keep in contact with each other without things feeling awkward and whenever you share eye contact, you're reminded of the intimate moments you've shared.
it felt a dent in your friendship, but you were desperate to still keep chris as the close friend as he once was, which is why you showed up tonight, despite the complicated history.
"sorry for makin' you wait so long," you hear chris apologise behind you, and you're startled at the sudden voice, peering over your shoulder to see chris close his bedroom door behind himself with a grin. "had to help matt and nick get nate into the uber, the kid didn't wanna leave."
"you should've let him stay," you tell him with a kind smile. "then you wouldn't be alone in here for the night on your birthday."
"well, i mean, i was hopin' that you would stay with me tonight," chris admits with an airy laugh, rubbing his jaw — a familiar nervous habit you recognise from your time together. "since we, like, haven't been able to spend time together, y'know?"
"i get it," you nod in understanding, wanting nothing more than to catch up and spend time with him as well "i... i'm still sorry for not getting you a birthday present."
"you can still give me one..." chris murmurs softly as he takes a step forward, his finger scratching his cheek. your eyes widen slightly, immediately knowing what he's hinting at when you feel his hands cradle your face, his thumb pulling at your bottom lip. "you... you can give me you."
"chris..." you warn him, and your fingers curl around his wrist, but you don't pull his hands away.
"c'mon.. you don't miss it?" chris questions you and you get surprised, watching as his teeth kneads down on his bottom lip as he stands closer to you. "i miss it. a lot — more than i'd like to admit, to be honest."
"i do," you admit quietly. "but that doesn't mean we should."
"we enjoyed ourselves, we — we liked it," he states, grazing his lips over yours. "that's all that matters, right? i mean, we were fuckin' happy, so — so who cares what others think? i'd never want them like i want you.. don't you want me too?"
"you talk too much," you sigh, fisting the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss which he reciprocates almost instantly, refusing to give either of you a chance to breath as he's licking inside your mouth and kissing your lips raw.
his quick and nimble fingers are tugging down the zipper of your jeans, and you gasp when you feel his hand slip beneath the waistband of your panties, pressing his fingers to your folds and rubbing your clit in circular motions that elicits a whine from you, baffled by the fact he still knows your body so well.
he's laying you down on his unmade bed, hovering above you, resting one hand by the side of your head to keep him upright while the other plays with your pussy — the kiss hot and heavy as his fingers push through your opening, curling them and grazing the spot that has your thighs snapping shut around his hand.
chris is drinking up your moans, panting in your mouth as he grinds down on your thigh while bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm, and he's grinning against your lips as you're embarrassingly quick to cum over his fingers, the wet squelching sounds echoing throughout the quietness of his bedroom.
"yeah, that's it..." he sighs over your mouth. "good, ma.. jus' like that."
neither of you give yourself time to calm down as he's already sitting back on his knees to pull his pants and boxers down to his thighs, not wanting to waste any time in taking his clothes off fully.
you do the same, lifting your hips to pull down your own jeans and underwear, cursing under your breath when the material gets stuck around your shoes and chris laughs, helping you yank off your shoes to leave your lower half bare for him.
chris resumes his position above you — guiding himself to your slick pussy and stroking the head of his cock between your puffy folds, gathering your arousal for an easy slip in, and you wrap your thighs around his hips as he does so, the feeling of being full with his cock leaves you a moaning messy already, gripping at his shoulders as he thrusts, grunting with each deep stroke.
"chriiiis..." you mewl his name loudly and he grins, slotting his lips to yours as he pounds relentlessly, skin slapping against skin.
he's not letting up, his pace brutal when he feels your nails dig into his shoulder blades and he tastes the salty tears that slip down your cheeks from the pleasure and sensitivity of not being fucked in so long.
"so fuckin' pretty, ma," he compliments you when he parts from your lips, admiring you beneath him. his eyes dart above your head for a moment, glancing at the headboard that rattles but holds the birthday gift someone had gifted him earlier this morning, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he shakes his head. "yeah... you're definitely my favourite birthday present."
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lucidfairies · 1 year ago
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you-know-who [a.a]
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pairing: dad's business partner abby anderson x f!reader
summary: abby has been your dad's loyal business partner for quite some time, and she's totally off limits, but that doesn't stop her from appearing in your wet dreams every night. tonight they just happened to come true.
warnings: mdni 18+, dom!abby, sub!reader, virgin!reader, experienced!abby, fingering [r] face riding [r], strap usage [r], strap referred to as cock, pet names, praise, bondage, age gap, slight overstim, breeding kink brrrr
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Your dad is good at a lot of things. He's good at business, making deals, and negotiating. But being a dad? Not so much. Sure, you got to go to banquets and beautiful galas, but it wasn't worth the expense of no father figure. The worst part of it all is when he pretends to be present but, in reality, knows nothing about you.
Your best friend, Dina, sat on the end of the bed while you rummaged through your wardrobe, trying to find something nice to wear. "It's just dinner." She said lazily, not looking up from her phone. "Why don't you wear that blue dress with the slit? You look really good in that one." You groaned, turning to face her.
"I wore that one last time, remember? I can't wear it twice in a row. Plus, this is a really big brand deal for my dad. I need to look my absolute best." You continued to contemplate dresses until you finally decided on one. It was black, with a square neckline that always made your cleavage look phenomenal. It hardly came to the middle of your thigh, but sitting at a dinner table, you were sure no one would notice.
"Is you-know-who gonna be there?" Dina asked, setting her phone down as she was suddenly intrigued. She smirked as your face reddened a little.
"Yes, she's going to be there. Gotta look my best. Tonight could be the night." I winked at her.
One good thing about having a dad who's a multi-million dollar CEO is that he tends to have the finest employees of all time working for him - especially Abigail Anderson. You and Dina have a running joke that sometimes you and Abby will hook up because she always eyes you the same way you do her.
Tonight definitely wasn't going to be the night for a multitude of reasons. First, she's 33, and you're 21, which basically throws you out of the competition. Second, your dad was going to be home tonight, which meant you were home tonight. Dina promised that she could cover for you, but you've never taken her up on that opportunity. And last but certainly not least, if your father found out you slept around with his right-hand woman, you would probably be disowned, and she would probably get beheaded.
You held your head high, though, as you began to do your makeup and curl your hair. Once you finished, you slipped the dress over your head and zipped it up with assistance from Dina. "You know, if you throw on and dress and do your makeup, you could come with me. My dad probably wouldn't notice."
"Nah, I'll leave you and your soon to be wife alone for the night. Have fun, baby girl." She kissed your cheek and started collecting her things. You walked her down to the front door, bid her a good bye, then shut the door.
Mere minutes later, a black car pulled up outside the door, and you knew that meant it was time to go. You grabbed a black handbag and heels, then rushed out the door.
When you arrived, you took note of the fact that all of your dad's colleagues' cars were parked together, and there was Abby's black Porsche, looking sleek as ever. You grinned, then remembered where you were and dropped your face back into a neutral position.
As you walked toward their private room, you spotted your father and approached him. "Hey sweetheart," you hugged awkwardly, "grab a seat. We're waiting on five more people." You smiled and nodded, entering the room and analyzing it. There was Abby, with a glorious open seat next to her. You claimed it, placing your handbag on the floor and your napkin in your lap.
Abby looked at you briefly, smirking when you met her eye. She knew she looked hot. You knew it, too. She made a basic white button-down, and gray slacks look so good. You could hardly imagine what she'd look like naked. All that muscle, the veins that popped from her arm. She was a walking wet dream if you'd ever seen one.
"You look good tonight," she whispered, and even over the commotion of the table, you could hear her. "Maybe even better than last time."
"Likewise, Ms. Anderson." You complimented, using the sluttiest voice you could muster. Her cheeks got red and she turned away, jumping into a conversation with the table of people. Your eyes jumped from her sharp jaw to her full lips, thinking about how good she would look between your legs.
This happens every time.
But tonight – tonight was different. Tonight, you decided that you were going to do something about it. I mean, the worst she could do is turn you down, right? You stood, brushing your hand against her thigh as you excused yourself to the bathroom. Once there, you fixed your makeup and pulled your dress down and little at the top, just to make your tits look better.
You left the bathroom, putting a hand on her shoulder as you stepped into and took your seat. "Ms. Anderson," you asked, getting her attention. She immediately looked over to you, eyes dropping to the top of your dress before quickly snapping back up. "Could you pass the water?"
"Yes ma'am," her voice was low and her eyes were dark. She grabbed the pitcher and refilled your glass for you, smiling as she placed it on the table.
Your dad asked you a question about something, but all you could think about was Abby's hand, which was now curiously dragging along your thigh. Your breath hitched, but you played it off with a cough and continued talking.
Suddenly her large, warm hand was under your dress, tracing circles on the inside of your thigh. Your conversation with you dad had come to an end at this point, thank God, because you were seconds away whining and begging her to continue.
Once she was sure that your pussy was aching, she pulled her hand away and cut into her food, taking a bite. Your head was a little dizzy, and you tried to comprehend if that actually happened or not. You needed some way of making this go further. If you went to the bathroom again it would look suspicious, but it seemed like the best plan right now.
"You're going to follow me." You said to her, standing up and walking out of the room. You went into the single bathroom, waiting patiently. Two minutes passed and you got slightly irritated, considering going back. But the door opened, and there was Abby's brooding figure.
"What are you doing, y/n?" She asked, leaning against the bathroom wall. "'Cause it seems a lot like you're trying to get my attention." Your mind was blank. Why did you think this was a good idea? "Do you want my attention, sweetheart?" Abby took a step forward, causing your ass to press gently against the bathroom sink.
"Yes, Ms. Anderson." You ran a hand down her chest and abs, feeling them contrast under your hand. "I want you." You pulled her further into you by her waist, so that her thigh was slotted between your legs.
"Here's what we're gonna do, sugar," she dipped her head so that her hot breath hit your neck, "You're gonna come to my house after dinner in this dress," she kissed your neck lightly, "and I'm gonna fuck you until you know no name but mine." You practically whimpered under her touch. "Yes?"
"Yes." Abby backed up, fixed her shirt, then left the bathroom. You followed minutes later, taking your seat next to her.
The dinner droned on and on, to the point that you wanted to just get up and walk out with Abby on your hip. But you didn't. You suffered through having to listen to brand deals while also thinking about the ache between your legs and everything she's going to do to you.
You wanted her to tie you to her headboard and fuck you with her strap until you came three times, maybe spank you. You wanted her to do bad things to you ‐ but the worst part was that you hadn't actually done anything before.
Finally, finally, your dad closed the deal and the dinner began to come to an end. You shot up, grabbed your bag and rushed to your father. "I'm sleeping at Dina's tonight," you told him. He kissed your head and whisked you away, too high on the feeling of making a new deal that he didn't have time to pay attention to you. "Take me to Abby Anderson's house." You told the driver, who nodded and pulled out of the lot.
You got there before her, awkwardly, and stood outside. She arrived 5 minutes after you, striding toward you with an absolute purpose. "Someone's eager." She said, smirking. She let you in and you sat your bag down, then kicked off your heels. You were so much shorter than her without your heels, and it was oddly hot. "Can I get you anything?" She knew you wanted to fuck, and you weren't having it.
You grabbed her and kissed her roughly, groaning when she grabbed your waist and pinned you to the counter. Her warm tongue breached your lips and massaged yours, with nothing sweet about it. She grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you onto the island. "I'm so much older than you baby," She mumbled into your neck. "We probably shouldn't do this."
"It turns me on, Ms. Anderson." You moaned as her teeth came into contact with your favorite spot on your neck. You ground your hips into the air, looking for anything with friction.
"Oh, you want me so bad, princess." She mocked, cupping your cunt. You cried out, grinding into her palm. "Have you ever been with a woman?" She asked, grabbing your hips to grind them against her palm.
"N-no one," you whimpered, "I've never been with anyone." You expected her to remove her hand and tell you to leave, that she wouldn't do it, but she didn't. She swiftly lifted you off the island and placed you on the floor.
"I'm gonna ruin you, baby. Now follow me." You took her hand as she led you up the steps and down the hall to her bedroom, where she locked the door. "Take your dress off and lay down." You did as she said, but she disappeared into a room off of her bedroom. You heard the water running while you laid down, and she came back out moments later.
Her hands were washed and she had a strap in one of them that she sat down on the nightstand. She shed her shoes and buttoned down, tossing them in a pile with your dress, then climbed over you. She pushed your knees up around her hips and began kissing your neck lightly. "How many times do you wanna come tonight, honey?"
"Um.." you were practically braindead by that question. "One?" That's all you needed. Not like you had ever done this before. She groaned softly.
"How's three?" You gasped, rolling your hips into hers. "Three’s good then, sugar?" You nodded quickly, running your hands down her torso. She reached behind you and unclasped your bra, pulling it off and tossing it somewhere. You whined as the cold air of her room hit your nipples. Everything suddenly became very real, and it finally clicked that you were laying half naked in your dad's partner's bed while she kneaded your tits and took them in her mouth.
"Oh Abby," you moaned as she bit gently on your nipple. Your head fell back, and you grabbed at her hair to keep her going.
Abby almost came in her boxers after hearing you moan her name. She had wanted this since the day she met you, but never made a move. Her cunt was throbbing, and she was just about ready to hump her bed like she was some kind of high schooler giving head for the first time.
Abby ran her thumb down your pussy over your underwear, moaning at the way you squirmed under her. She ran her finger over your heat again, flicking your clit gently this time.
There was slick surely running down your thighs, but you couldn't focus on that. The thought of making a mess in Abby's bed sounded amazing to you, though.
She kept going with that motion, stopping if you squirmed too much. "Abby.. fuck, I-I need it, please." You begged as she circled your clit rather roughly.
"Need what, princess?" You wanted to pretend like you were sick of the teasing, but you weren't. You liked how desperate she was making you, you wanted to beg for her to touch you. You wanted her to praise you for everything that you did right.
"Need you," you groaned.
"Atta girl," she kissed your thigh as she started dragging your underwear off. "You're doing so well, baby." Her eyes went wide as she realized actually how wet you were, basking in the idea that it was all for her.
Abby started sucking a hickey into your thigh as you whined under her, grabbing at her braid. "Abby," you pulled her up. "Take out your braid." She did as told, pulling the ponytail out and putting it around your wrist. She looked impossibly better with her blonde hair down.
After many more moments of teasing, she finally licked a strip up your cunt, making you throw your head back and groan. She sucked and flicked your clit, finding a perfect rhythm that you loved. It didn't take long for your stomach to tighten, but when she slowly pushed her middle finger into you, you knew you were gone.
She pumped it lightly, making sure you could take it, before adding her ring finger. She curled them, hitting something that was too much, but felt so good at the same time. "T-too much, Abby," I moaned, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to squirm away from her fingers. She didn't stop, though, with every pump of her fingers she hit that spot, making your head spin. "Abs, ah, I'm gonna- fuck,"
"That's it, baby. Cum on my fingers." Your back arched off the bed, and your vision went white as you did as told, coming on her fingers. It felt like hours of her coaxing you through it, but in reality it had only been a couple seconds. "You did so well, princess."
You were sure you looked blatantly unattractive, covered in sweat with your hair all messed up, but Abby was looking at you like you were the only woman in the world. Like she wanted to fuck the everlasting shit out of you.
Abby, on the other hand, looked phenomenal. You wanted to take a picture of her right now and keep it forever. Make it your wallpaper, print it, fuck yourself to it. Her hair was frizzy from you yanking on it, her eyes were dark. But probably the hottest thing was the spit that was covering her chin, and it was obviously from you, which made everything so much better.
She wiped her face on the back of her hand, then laid next to you. "I want you to ride my face, pretty girl." You sat up on your knees, looking at her with wide eyes.
"But.." you wanted to, you truly did. But you knew nothing about how to do it. "What if I suffocate you?" She shrugged.
"Worth it." She sat up, tugging you forward by your hips until you were sitting in her lap. "It's easy. You won't even have to do anything but sit. I'll do the rest." She smirked as you pushed up, moving towards her face until your cunt was right over her mouth. You were suddenly conscious of everything, wondering if she would be weirded out with anything you had going on, even though she already ate you out once.
She grabbed your hips and pulled you down, making you squeak a little. You could've sworn the world stopped when she started moving her tongue. The angle was better than when you were laying down, and you could watch her. You reached down and grabbed her hair, forcing her head up. You were moaning louder than you had ever, head back with your eyes squeezed shut.
Abby was sure she was going to pass out. Not from lack of air, but from the fact that she had an absolutely gorgeous girl on her face, whining her name and begging for her to continue everything she was doing.
Abby moved one of her hands from your hip to her belt, unclipping it single handedly, and unzipping her pants. She was going to wait, rub one off after you had already left, but she couldn't anymore. She teased herself briefly before slipping two of her fingers between her folds, bucking up into her hand.
She was moaning into your pussy, using one of her hands to rub your clit. You wished she could talk because you loved her praise, but if this is what you got in return for not talking, you were fine with it.
"I'm gonna cum, baby," you ground your hips into her face as your stomach came undone and you came for the second time. You were so exhausted, so ready to curl up in her arms and go to sleep, but at the same time, you wanted to keep going, wanted to see what she'd do to you.
She tapped your thigh a few times and you wobbled up, falling into the bed next to her. "I'm tired," You tell her, fingers tracing circles on her chest. "But I want you to tie me up." You looked up at her, putting on an innocent expression, even though your thoughts were absolutely not innocent.
Abby's eyes widened. She hasn't tied someone up since she was like 20, but she was trying to take into account that you were young and still trying to figure out what you were into. And, I mean, tying you up definitely wasn't the worst thing someone could ask for.
So she did. With rope. You loved the way it felt around your wrists, loved the way you were bound to her headboard.
Abby slid her pants off, leaving her boxers and sports bra, which both fit her phenomenally. Your stomach flipped as she grabbed the strap from her nightstand and slipped it up to her hips. She came back over you, sitting up on her knees briefly while she pushed one of your legs up so that it was pressed against your chest.
She looked up at you and you gave her a nod. She gently ran the tip of the strap across your clit and down your folds, making you shiver. “Hurry up, Abs.” You groaned, pushing your hips into the air, trying to take her.
“Patience, darling.” She pushed the tip of her strap into your cunt, and the intrusion burned a little. It was as if your body wanted to push it out and keep it in at the same time. Once you could handle that, she pushed another inch in, waiting for your okay. She went inch by inch until her cock was bottomed out, all of it stretching you open and making you feel amazing.
Abby groaned, head lolling back as the strap pressed perfectly onto her clit. She pushed your other leg up to your chest, holding it softly as she started moving, pulling out just a little before thrusting back in. She wanted to go slow for you, gentle, but she could barely stop herself from fucking into you as hard and fast as she could.
The more comfortable you got, the less easy it was to contain herself. She moved faster, watching your eyes squeeze shut as you moaned. You liked her being rough, you loved how her cock rubbed against your little bundle of nerves every time she fucked into you, everything about it.
"Gonna put a baby in you, sugar," she groaned into your neck as her head fell. "What would your daddy think of that, hm?" Your moans filled the room and the headboard slamming against the wall filled the thick air of the room.
She pushed your legs apart, pressing herself farther onto you as she started sucking hickeys into your neck. She knew she was close, but she wanted to finish with you, so she held it back for as long as she could. That didn’t work very well - she came moments later, moaning into your neck as her thrusts got sloppy. You hardly noticed, too caught up with your own satisfaction.
She kept going, every roll of her hips bring both you and herself closer to your peaks. Again. Your stomach tightened and you threw your head back, screaming her name as you came around her cock. She practically collapsed on top of you as her orgasm hit her hard and fast.
She laid on you for a second before pulling out and rolling off, taking the strap off and tossing it off the bed. “Was that everything you wanted it to be, pretty girl?” She asked, still panting as she wiped a thin layer of sweat off of her forehead.
“Even better.” You said, throwing your arm over your arms. “What do we do now?” You asked lazily, praying to god that she wouldn’t kick you out. That would be extremely embarrassing.
“All you have to do is lay there and look pretty, hun.” She purred. She could make you wet again just from her words, even though you had absolutely nothing left in you. The bed shifted as she got up, walking into the bathroom. The water ran and you sat up, watching as she came back with a cloth hand towel.
Wordlessly, she grabbed your legs and spread them, wiping you off everywhere. You hummed as the warm water washed everything off of you, relaxing into her touch. She massaged your legs and even went as far as giving you a pair of boxers and a t-shirt so that you could sleep over. “Do you do this for all the girls you have over?” You asked. Your back was pressed to her front, her arm thrown over your waist.
“Nah,” she kissed your neck. “Only you, baby. Only you.”
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HOME (TO THE OL’ BALL AND CHAIN)
(OR, THE PIÑA COLADA SONG)
Pairing: Chilchuck Tims x Fem!Chilchuck's Wife!Reader Word Count: 2,499 words Warnings: None Summary: Five years after leaving your first and only love, you take the plunge into the dating scene – and immediately regret it. Maybe you're too picky, but none of the men you go out with seem to fit the bill; they're too non-committal, or too eager, or too happy, or too sad, or simply just too much ... so after a particularly bad experience, your youngest makes a last-ditch effort to set you up on a blind date with someone who she insists deserves a chance. You reluctantly agree. read on ao3 | read on quotev
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DATE #1: CASUAL LUNCH Estranged husband — 1 Estranged wife — 1 Everything left unsaid — as desired
There’s bacon grease on his shirt.
You can see it underneath his collar, round fingerprints staining the pale linen grey, and when he leans across the threshold into Fler’s home all you can think about is laundry day at the end of the week.
It would be rude to admit that out loud, though.
“Thank you for walking me home,” you say.
“When can I see you again?”
“I don’t know.”
Abelwood teeters forward still. “Well, don’t take too long, hear? You ain’t gettin’ any younger.”
Laughter erupts from the beer in his gut, and you laugh along with him. Abelwood is a rowdy drunk, you’ve learned, which is better than a cruel drunk or a lecherous drunk. It is not the kind of drunk that you are used to bringing home, even if he is only brought to the front door, but –
You smile, regardless.
“Goodnight,” you bid, closing the door inch by inch, your last bit of energy disappearing with the click of the lock.
You hold your breath. It takes three minutes and thirty-seven seconds for the man to leave your front doorstep, and you wait thirty more seconds after that to peek through the window, verifying that he is far enough away before resting your forehead against the door with a groan.
“Oh, boy.”
“I’m too old for this, Fler,” you mutter into the wood. “He was awful.”
Flertom lets out a sigh and closes the distance to squeeze you in a hug, pressing her cheek against your back like she’s done ever since she grew tall enough to do so. “I’m sorry, Mama,” she says.
“I’m sorry too.”
As you pat her hands and turn around to smile wryly at her, Puckpatti pipes up from the middle of the living room.
“He was a pig,” she exclaims. “Calling you by your first name! And he wasn’t even that handsome!”
“Looks aren’t everything, Puck,” you reply sharply, and she pouts, squeezing the lump of clay in her hands until it squishes out between her fingers. “He was a pig for the way he acted.”
“Well 
 that too.”
“He also smelled like one,” Fler says.
You detach yourself from your daughter to loosen the belt at your waist, frowning down at your dress and nice leather shoes. The dress feels just about as worn out as you do, the fabric soft and droopy from the humidity, the sunshine-yellow color less vibrant than it had been earlier this evening. The man had spilled beer on the floor of the bar and your shoes still look slightly sticky. Peeling them off just reminds you of the way he had laughed.
“Fler,” you say, “get me a wet rag, would you?”
“Sure, Mama.” Flertom turns to Puckpatti. “Puck, get a wet rag.”
“My hands are all dirty!” your youngest protests, showing her grey palms. “Mei’s closer to the water bucket.” She points to Meijack, who you now notice lingering by the kitchen.
Meijack blinks slowly, then silently fetches a rag, wets it, and brings it to you.
“Are you gonna keep trying, Ma?” she asks while you scrub the heel of your left shoe. “All these guys seem to be wasting your time.”
The chuckle that leaves your mouth is short and dry. “After this one, I don’t think so.” You glance up at your daughters and smile, straightening. ïżœïżœMaybe I should just take you all out on a girls’ date next time, huh? Forget about men for a little while.”
Meijack shrugs. Puckpatti nods eagerly.
“I just don’t know what’s wrong,” Flertom frets. “I’ve seen most of them at work before, and they seemed nice enough even when they were drunk 
”
You shrug hopelessly and cross into the living room to sit on the couch. “Maybe it’s me.” As you lean back into the cushions, Meijack and Flertom join you on either side. “I’ve only ever been with one man my whole life. Maybe I don’t even know what I want 
”
There’s a moment of silence. You look up at the ceiling of Flertom’s home, rubbing your temples and willing your frustration with yourself to not spill over while your daughters are watching. How embarrassing. Here you are, their mother, who is supposed to show them an example of a happy relationship, only for them to comfort you after another failed date. It should be the other way around. Half-foots don’t live long enough for things like this; your own mother had told you when you first left him that you should’ve just sucked it up.
Finally, Flertom speaks up. “Mama,” she starts, hesitant, and you look over to see her playing with her fingers, “Do you really want to date someone?”
“It’s been long enough, don’t you think?” you answer.
As you say so, a name resurfaces in your mind, unbidden, and the face that belongs to it. Your jaw tightens and you look down at your hands.
“Well 
 um 
 Papa wrote last week, and he said that he wanted to talk to you sometime. Just a little bit.”
Your tone hardens. “And what does that have to do with me dating, Fler?”
She flinches and her lips push out. “Come on, Mama! It’s been years, and after everything he went through, I really think he’s better now! Don’t you at least want to talk to him? You were so in love with each other before he started adventuring, and now that he’s retired from it 
”
You hold your hand up, and her jaw clicks shut.
“I know what you’re getting at, Flertom,” you say quietly. “And right now is not the best time to bring up your father.”
Your daughter deflates, her cheeks rosy. “But –”
“I mean it.” Standing, you heave a deep breath and examine the cluttered workstation that Puckpatti had set up on the living room table. “Puckpatti, make sure to clean up after you’re done. I’m going to bed.”
While the girls mope, you head to your bedroom, doing your best to occupy your thoughts with work at the blacksmith’s tomorrow. You think about the chain mail you’re supposed to be making, the little metal rings to form and weave together, and hope they’re what you dream of, not self-absorbed dates or unwanted kisses.
You blame Flertom for the auburn hair and hearty laughs that plague your night instead.
—
A week later, Puckpatti accosts you as soon as you walk through the door.
“Mama, I found a man for you!”
“Oh?” you reply blandly, hand still clutching at your chest from having the living daylights scared out of it. “Who is it?”
“That’s a secret! But he’s really nice, I promise.”
Sighing, you remove your vest. “I don’t know, Puck. How did you meet him?”
“He bought one of my clay sticks.” You can’t stop yourself from frowning, despite your desire to support your daughter’s entrepreneurial spirit, and she giggles. “Oh, please, Mama, he didn’t believe my pitch. I think I just charmed him into buying it. He seems really clever!”
“Are you sure he wasn’t interested in you?”
She makes a disgusted face. “Eww! No, I told him about you and he seemed interested.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mama, you’re a catch. Of course he’d want to go on a date with you.”
“That’s sweet of you to say, honey.” You glance at her before heading to the kitchen to put away the bread and cheese you’d bought. “Is he a half-foot?”
“Maybe.”
“I thought I’d met all the half-foots in Kahka Brud.”
“Maybe he just moved here.”
She looks up innocently when you raise an eyebrow at her. “And you’re sure I’ll like him,” you drawl, more suspicious by the minute. (Of what, you’re not quite sure.)
“Positive.”
It is incredibly difficult, you think with equal parts pride and concern, to say no to your youngest daughter. It’s probably why you worry about her the most. “This is the last date I’ll go on, Puckpatti. It will be on you.”
Puckpatti cheers. She hugs you as you chuckle at her enthusiasm, jumping up and down. “Yay! I’ll get a time and day that’ll work best. It’ll be great! You’ll love him!”
“For your sake, I hope so.”
—
The day arrives with a mellow sun and clear sky.
You wear your green dress with the floral details, and Puckpatti picks a necklace to go along with it, a thin, simple one that you haven’t worn in years. Flertom does your makeup and Meijack does your hair.
And as you sit in a corner of the tavern fifteen minutes early, hands nervously clasped in your lap, you wonder, just as you have with every date prior, what you’ve gotten yourself into.
Maybe he won’t show up. It would be improper, and juvenile, but then you could go home and say that you did try. Your desire for a new romance has all but dwindled completely, and as you trace the scratches on the wooden table, you wonder if it was even a desire at all.
Footsteps approach from behind. You can tell they belong to a half-foot by the weight and sound – light and small – as they come around to the other side of the table. Your shoulders tighten. Forcing a smile, you look up.
Your heart promptly surges upward into your throat before plummeting to your toes.
Chilchuck gawks down at you, eyes wide. His mouth parts to utter your full name, and you feel your lungs squeeze at how it sounds coming from him, soft from years of disuse.
“You came,” he says.
“Chil – Chilchuck.” His name is ashy and sweet behind your teeth. “What are you doing here?”
He furrows his brow. “What do you mean? The girls said that you were willing to meet up.”
“No, I’m meeting with one of Puck’s customers.”
“What? That doesn’t 
” he trails off, and the two of you seem to realize the same thing at the same time.
You bury your head in your hand as Chilchuck grits his teeth.
Those scheming 

“I’m sorry they dragged you into this,” you mutter as you get up from your seat, your voice cold and flat. “I’ll be going now.”
His head snaps up. “Going? But –”
You hurry past him, dodging the hand that you know has reached out for your own.
Home is a ten-minute walk away. You can clear your head in that time, then scold your daughters for meddling, though it’s partially your fault for not questioning Puckpatti about your supposed date more thoroughly. You just didn’t think that they would try something like this.
(Or that Chilchuck would bother to go along with it.)
You pull the door open with some effort and rush out into a downpour of rain.
Your hair gets drenched before you backpedal with a yelp. Pressing against the wall underneath the awning, you look out helplessly at the soaked streets, their gutters already filling with water and debris flowing down the incline. Is 
 is that a drowning rat?
The storm’s earthiness floods your nose, late in its prediction by half an hour. Just your luck.
You fumble with the clasp of your necklace to remove it, not wanting to get it wet. While you struggle, the tavern door creaks open behind you.
“So you don’t even want to talk. Even after all these years, you’re going to walk away again.”
“Do you know why I walked away the first time?” The damn thing won’t unhook. You scowl, the presence at your back making your usually nimble fingers clumsy.
“No,” Chilchuck says. “I don’t. Not for certain.”
“That’s why.” With each failed attempt to separate the rings, your fingertips grow sorer, your throat thickening. He’s too close. You hate how he’s watching you fail such a simple task. “You stopped knowing, Chilchuck. That’s why.”
Underneath the sharp sound of rain, you can hear his breath hitch, then quiet.
You bite your lip and let your arms fall to your sides, giving up on trying to take your necklace off. Your chest aches. You don’t want to cry in front of him.
“So, there, we talked like you wanted.”
He stops you before you can step out into the rain.
“Wait. What 
 what about your necklace?” he asks hesitantly, like it’s not what he really wants to say, but merely a way to stall for time.
This time, you look over your shoulder at him. “I’ll dry it real well once I get home,” you reply.
Chilchuck’s mouth presses into a fine line. He grabs the cloak folded over the crook of his elbow, and it is then that you notice the bouquet of blue and pink flowers in his other hand. The ache in your chest flares into a raw, pulsing hurt.
“I’m guessing you’d rather not have me walk you.” He speaks evenly, holding his cloak out towards you. “It’s not completely waterproof, but keep this over your head, at least 
” his voice quiets, “please.”
Wordlessly, you take the garment from him. The inner lining is warm against your skin.
“I’m sorry,” he tells you. “For not knowing.” His fist tightens around the flowers, and he stares at you resolutely. “I want to again, if you’ll let me.”
Ah.
You swallow. “I 
 I don’t know.”
“It doesn’t have to be today. I can wait.”
Breaking eye contact and looking down, Chilchuck roughs his fingers through his hair, mussing it up. The cut is the same as it’s always been, auburn bangs thick and soft over his brow. And you recognize the shirt he’s wearing, a practical, clean wool shirt that you made some years ago. He’s taken good care of it.
It’s all the same. All the same, and yet, something that you can’t quite identify has changed.
You bring his cloak closer to your chest and bite your bottom lip.
“
 Give me a week.”
His entire body loses its tension.
“Really?” He looks at you like he can’t believe it, and you avert your gaze, ears warming and moving back the slightest bit.
“Give me a week to decide,” you clarify. “Fler or Mei will let you know 
 this is really abrupt, after all 
”
Chilchuck nods. “That’s fine!” he exclaims. “You didn’t know, so I understand. A week is – a week’s good.”
You nod back, hesitant.
The rain continues its heavy downpour.
“Right 
 well 
” you turn slightly, casting him one last glance, “I’ll give your cloak back, regardless. Don’t get sick.”
“Okay. Stay 
 stay safe.”
With that, you wrap yourself in the thick fabric, rushing out of the safety of the awning. The run back home smells of woodsmoke and thyme, and when you open the door to three guilty daughters and three apologies, it lingers.
You hang his cloak near the fireplace. It’s evidence of a weak resolve that you stay until it’s dry, and even more damning that you know your answer long before it is.
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ham1lton · 7 months ago
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summer came like cinnamon (so sweet)
pairing(s): logan sargeant x reader. oscar piastri x reader.
warnings: mentions of mental health, dieting, fractured friendships and constant mention of jim’s ice cream parlour. also different povs, it goes through the minds of all three of the main characters.
summary: after their rookie season, in a bid to repair their friendship, the two drivers decide to take their new paycheques and go explore the sun, sea and sands of greece. what they didn’t anticipate was to bump into you.
wordcount: 5.6k
author’s note: this is my first semi-interactive fic, please give it some love <3 any major issues in travelling and stuff like in terms of logistics? please ignore. also let me know who you’re planning on choosing. team oscar or team logan?
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— part one of the summer lovin’ series. —
[ i ain’t a kid no more / we’ll never be those kids again ]
logan didn’t know why he was so overwhelmed with anxiety, when he knocked on oscar’s door on that rainy thursday night.
this was his oscar, the oscar that had practically grown up with him. the one who knew how he liked his toast and that he was fond of a burger with all the extras. that he had a scar on his left ankle from when he was a kid and wrestled with his brother after watching too much wwe.
ever since he had signed to williams and oscar had been a mclaren driver, they had hardly talked in comparison to their pre-formula one days. when he had crashed out during a race, he half expected oscar to text him or come knocking on his hotel door.
he didn’t. logan pretended he wasn’t surprised.
fuck it. bite the bullet. he lifted his hand high and knocked on the door. three quick taps in succession.
“one moment!” oscar called from inside. logan would wait, even if that old lady from room 135 kept looking at him like he was an intruder. maybe he was. he hadn’t been in oscar’s room for a while.
oscar opened the door with messy hair and a shirt that had been clearly shoved on before he opened the door.
“logan? hi.” oscar swallowed. the awkwardness in the space between the two of them felt heavy. “you okay mate?”
“yeah! yeah.” logan fake laughed, rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans. “just wanted to come see you.”
“i’m here.” oscar grinned, with no teeth, at his own joke. “wanna come in?”
“sure. kinda awkward talking in the hallway anyways. that old lady is about five minutes from calling the cops on me.”
“oh that’s just brenda.” oscar said after leaning out and getting a glance at the woman, who waved at him. he waved back. “she’s harmless.”
logan followed oscar into his room. it was bigger than his and he didn’t know if feeling jealous was appropriate. he had felt many emotions when it came to oscar; happy, sad, angry, and others. he didn’t want jealousy to join the list.
“sorry, my room is a mess. i wasn’t expecting company.” oscar laughed with no heart behind it as he sat down on his unmade bed. “take a seat logan, you’re giving me anxiety just standing around.”
logan immediately sits down on the desk chair.
“so, what are your plans for the summer?”
“mine?” oscar thinks to himself. “probably just to go see my family and my friends back home.”
“i was thinking maybe we could, i don’t know.” logan bites his lip anxiously. “do something together?”
“like what?” oscar is curious now, his eyes focused.
“maybe go on that european holiday we always talked about? we have the money now and no parents to tell us no like last time.” logan speaks in a rush. “but obviously if you say no, dude that’s totally fine.”
logan looks at oscar, who’s actually considering it? he thinks to himself for a moment before turning to logan.
“how many days?”
“as long as you’d like.”
“where would we go?”
“anywhere you’d want.”
“make a decision, logan. i’ll say yes or no.”
“we always wanted to go to greece? how about there? maybe for three weeks?”
“we should go for a month. we can travel.”
wait. so that means? oscar’s face is still impassive. he doesn’t say yes or no, but he is still considering it. that’s a positive.
“that’s fine. i’m flexible.”
“i’ll plan it.” oscar nods.
“so is that a yes?”
“obviously.” oscar finally smiles, open and dazzling. logan grins too, allowing himself to bask in the approval. he was almost 67% sure that oscar would say no. he’d already done the maths, but it wasn’t his strongest subject anyways.
“i’ll text you the details.” oscar nods and logan gets up, running a hand through his hair. giddy with happiness that he’ll finally win his best friend back. this’ll be the trip that heals them. that heals him.
-❀-
oscar gets stressed when he’s not in charge. everything has to go through him. the plans, the schedule and especially the driving. he’s never liked being in the passenger seat. his hands get fidgety and he doesn’t know how to calm them down.
he’s lucky that logan is all too happy to sit in it, his eyes focused on making the perfect road trip playlist. for some reason, they’d decided to drive from london all the way down to munich.
they’d already driven down from london and through the eurotunnel and took a break sightseeing in france - which oscar had already scheduled for. they ate their weight in croissants. they ate steak and frites. logan had bought them matching ‘i ♄ paris’ t-shirts and oscar rolled his eyes but packed it neatly in his suitcase anyways.
they hadn’t talked about anything other than surface level topics. logan talking about his favourite sports teams, them both discussing the grid and plans for the upcoming season and the usual small talk about their family’s wellbeings.
they didn’t talk about how they ignored each other unless a camera necessitated a conversation. they didn’t talk about logan’s bad season. they stayed up till stupid hours watching badly dubbed french movies and ordering takeout.
they drove to germany, dropped off their rental car and then got a plane from munich to athens. it wasn’t very long at all but logan still curled up against the window and tried to sleep. they were both connected to the spotify account on logan’s phone - logan using his headphones and oscar with his airpods. their road trip playlist still playing.
oscar didn’t know why he didn’t take them out, even when the playlist inevitably repeated itself.
-❀-
they’d been in athens all of two days when they met you. logan had gone an insanely bright red when he’d forgotten his sunscreen had ran out. oscar laughed at first but then ran to the nearest pharmacy to grab emergency sunscreen and aloe vera for the both of them.
after slathering themselves, they’d decided to seek refuge in a small ice cream store. despite the hot weather, the store was almost completely empty besides the two of them and you. you were fiddling with your phone in the corner as you attempted to hook it up to the speakers.
“fuck’s sake!” you shout quietly, frustratingly trying to make it work. “i can’t do this shift without any music. my thoughts’ll drive me insane.”
“um?” oscar breaks the awkward silence. you jump and turn around. the first thing that they both notice is that you’re pretty. really pretty. even in the unflattering oversized neon green work t-shirt.
“sorry! sorry! i apologise. i didn’t think anyone was in the shop. please forgive me.” you look flustered as you move to quickly wash your hands and dry them. “what would you both like today?”
to be honest, logan hadn’t been thinking about the ice cream. oscar didn’t need to think, he was going to get his usual order.
“can i get two scoops of mint chocolate chip?”
“oh that’s disgusting. i forgot that you eat that.” logan shakes his head in shock.
“it’s good. you’re just a hater.” oscar rolls his eyes. “stick to your boring vanilla.”
“it’s a classic!” logan turns to you and asks for two scoops of vanilla and one scoop of mango. you smile and begin to start their orders.
“you guys aren’t from around here, are you?” you ask.
“nah. the accents give it away?” logan laughs as he slings an arm around oscar’s shoulder. oscar rolls his eyes again but makes no move to push him away.
“yeah. a little bit.” you pinch your fingers together as you say it. “i’m not really from here either.”
“no?” oscar replies this time, curious.
“international student. this was one of the few places that’d hire me with my insane schedule. i’m lucky i have the next month off, thankfully.”
“aren’t you going back home?”
“i could if i wasn’t scheduled to work here practically every day for the next month.” you finish logan’s order and move on to oscar’s. you shrug. “and i need the money. the job could be worse really, i just wish the speaker fucking worked and the air conditioning. luckily i stand close to the ice cream.”
“what do you study?”
“archaeology.”
“best place for that is probably here.”
“yes. i don’t know why but ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to come to greece and study here. this is the less glamorous side of it but i’m here doing what i love.”
“that’s all that matters right?” logan chimes in. you nod as you scan their orders into your till.
“that’ll be €7.62.” you say. “cash or card?”
“cash.” oscar says as he pulls out his wallet. he’s infinitely glad he’d prepared and went to the cash exchange in london before he’d left. logan doesn’t even bother to offer, he picks up his ice cream and starts to eat it.
oscar hands you the cash as logan moves to a booth right by the open door to take advantage of the breeze. you count back the change and place it right in his hand. his heart doubles a beat as your hands touch for a moment but the moment is broken as your phone suddenly decides that now is the time to work.
the speakers start blaring natasha bedingfield’s ‘pocketful of sunshine’. you curse, close the till with your hip and turn to fiddle with the playlist.
oscar thinks he’s a little in love.
-❀-
logan knows that oscar likes you, which is a problem because he likes you too.
this road trip was supposed to be about finding themselves, not finding you. yet, when they find themselves back in your ice cream store the next few days, it’s no coincidence.
“you’re back again! the american and australian.” on day four, you’re not alone this time. you have a colleague, a girl who’s slightly older than you. she smirks at the two of them like she knows a secret they don’t know. “i’m not the only international one here!”
the speakers seem to work normally today, playing elton john as you hum along with it. your colleague decides that it’s time to take her lunch break, slipping off her apron and leaving the three of you to it.
“same thing as every day? or are we changing it up?”
“what do you recommend?” logan asks earnestly. he’s not losing oscar to you, maybe if he charms you enough, you’ll pick him. he doubts you will.
“everything is good here but if you really want my opinion? the chocolate fudge is a real crowd pleaser.”
“i’ll take two scoops of that and oscar’ll just have mint chocolate.” logan pulls out his wallet, opens it to find a mix of euros in there. he takes a moment to pick at the right change when you shake your head at him.
“no, it’s fine. it’s on the house today. i’m in a good mood.”
“why?”
“a lot of reasons. you know what? i forgot that i didn’t even introduce myself. i’m y/n.”
“we know.” oscar is amused.
“how? are you psychic? i used to know a psychic once and i also watched that’s so raven. great show.”
“your name badge.” logan nods at your shirt as he eats a spoonful of ice cream. you were right, it’s amazing. not too sickly but just the right amount of chocolate.
“oh.” you bite your lip in embarrassment as oscar takes his ice cream.
“i’m oscar and the american is logan.” logan smiles and waves his free hand at you. “is the shop always this empty?”
“no. it’s really busy after school and at peak times. you just always come quite early. lucky. it’s hell in here when it’s busy.” you seem relieved for the topic change. “you both here on holiday?”
“yeah. a break from our jobs.”
“lucky. my best friend is back home and i wish she was with me. she’s planning on coming up at some point thankfully. i hate being here without all my friends.”
“i can be your friend.” logan says. then he immediately regrets it. what if you think that he’s a weirdo? but when your face lights up, he realises that regret was a fleeting feeling.
“i’d love that. let me take your number. one of the guys from my class is hosting a beach party tonight if you both wanna come.”
logan looks at oscar who shrugs as if to say ‘i don’t mind if you don’t’. logan turns back to you, who is the middle of unlocking your phone and grins.
“we’ll be there.”
he types his number in your phone and sends a message to himself to save yours.
“i’ll text you the details.”
the speaker interrupts the moment that you have as it starts to malfunction. you curse again and throw your hands up in annoyance.
“stupid fucking speaker! so stupid!”
-❀-
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the party is already well underway, when oscar and logan arrive. logan didn’t bother with buttoning up his shirt. he wasn’t necessarily the most confident man in the world but he was comfortable with his nakedness in a way that oscar didn’t think he’d ever be. oscar was in a undershirt with a loose overshirt.
you finally make your way over to them, panting slightly. you’re wearing a plain white bikini with an open oversized orange and yellow patterned hawaiian shirt. your hair is free from the bun they’ve seen you in work with. you smile, easy and happy.
“my two favourite customers!” you sling an arm around the two of them, hugging them so close that they can smell your perfume. “come on, let me introduce you to the five other people i know.”
you lead them down to the bonfire, where three girls and two other guys are crowded around. they cheer when you arrive with the two of them.
“guys, this is oscar and logan.” they wave politely. “oscar and logan, this is anya, jerome, alex, sienna and jaya.”
the group all cheer and welcome the two guys. it’s clear that everyone is already buzzed. oscar has never really been a big drinker so he declines a beer when offered. logan shotguns it, the residue dripping down his face. you laugh and attempt to wipe it off his face. logan goes lax in your touch and oscar can’t watch anymore.
the speaker that someone played is playing shakira as the two of you giggle in your own little world. oscar turns to jerome? or was it alex? and starts a conversation. talking about some footy game that they were watching earlier. oscar is about as into football as the next guy, but he really needs to focus on something else besides the two of you.
oscar knew that logan had always harboured some sort of inferiority complex when it came to the two of them, but logan had something that oscar doesn’t think he’d ever have - being genuinely likeable.
oscar knew he’d have to win because no one would support him as a loser. logan is just likeable regardless of what position he’s in - an underdog if he loses and a force of nature when he wins.
likeable gets the girl.
-❀-
you decide to walk the two of them to the end of the beach. the night is inky black and the only light is the remnants of the bonfire you’d lit earlier. logan is buzzed, oscar is distant and you’re still vibrating from the fact that logan made the two of you run into the cold water with him in the middle of the night.
“tonight was fun! i’m glad you were both able to make it!” you lean in and hug them both goodbye. logan swears you’d lingered a little longer while hugging him. “i’ll see you both at jim’s ice cream?”
“what is that?” logan asks bluntly. oscar elbows him lightly, not hard enough to cause damage but just enough to wind him slightly.
“the ice cream parlour she works at dumbass.” he turns to you. “we’ll see you there”
“well, i do work there. so yeah.” you laugh. all twinkly and bright. then you’re waving and jogging back to your friends. oscar watches logan look at you and sighs.
“come on man, let’s get you back.”
-❀-
logan wakes up with a hangover the next morning. oscar is a good friend and runs to the continental free breakfast and sneaks him out some waffles, croissants and eggs. he walks to the pharmacy again, paying for some ibuprofen (at least he hopes that’s what it is) with his cash and runs to the corner store to grab some extra snacks.
logan’s eyes are wide with both joy and disbelief. joy that something is there for his splitting headache and disbelief that oscar would do that for him. oscar feels a little ball of guilt unravelling inside. how bad had he let their friendship become?
they spend the day inside for the most part. watching television together. then they go outside to the pool, logan immediately jumps in but oscar sits on the side. he pulls out his phone and scrolls through the texts that he’s been ignoring. the ones from some friends, his mum, and you?
it’s not a coincidence right? that you spent the whole evening with logan and text him the next day?
he holds the phone close to his chest. he doesn’t want logan seeing this. he doesn’t know why that is. he quickly texts you back. then logan shouts.
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“hey oscar! come in! the water is gorgeous.”
oscar grins and slips into the water, keeping his shirt on.
-❀-
the two of them end up at the steak restaurant together that night. they’re both dressed as nicely as possible. oscar in a nice sweater and logan in a dress shirt. the maütre d’ smiled knowingly at the two of them and led them to their table.
“he thinks we’re together.” oscar whispers to logan.
“are we not?”
“we are in the literal sense. i meant in the romantic, relationship sort of sense.” logan laughs and bats his eyelashes all coy.
“oh no! oscar are you breaking up with me?”
“obviously. i’m leaving you for my secretary.” oscar’s deadpan voice just makes logan laugh harder.
“i knew it, that skank! i’ll get him fired.” oscar laughs too, breaking out into an easy smile that comes easily when logan’s around.
the sounds of the restaurant move around the two of them as they peruse the menu for a long time. it’s been a while with no conversation when oscar bites the bullet and brings it up.
“hey.” logan looks up. “i’m sorry.”
“for the secretary? don’t be. i’m running away with the pool boy.” oscar shakes his head, smiling.
“no.” oscar says. “for what happened. letting our friendship fall to the sidelines. i didn’t mean it but it didn’t excuse it. i really do like being your friend logan. i wouldn’t jeopardise that.”
logan is silent. oscar wonders if he’s crossed some unspoken line. he bites the inside of his cheek and looks at the wall of the restaurant’s decor. it’s all dark in here. would it kill them to buy some light bulbs? he understands its for ‘ambiance’ and that shit but he’s worried that he won’t be able to find his steak in the darkness.
“i was gonna say i was sorry. i thought it was my fault. that you didn’t want to be friends with,” he cuts himself off, laughing awkwardly. “a loser.”
“no. that wasn’t it. you’re not a loser, not to me.”
“i am. that’s a fact. it’s okay. you’re very nice for that but, it’s just not true.” logan swallows thickly. “now, should i get potatoes or fries as my sides?”
oscar doesn’t comment on logan’s facial expression, that he looks like he’s holding it together by a thread. he knew emotional vulnerability took a lot out of him but it was harder on the person who admitted failure.
“potatoes.” logan grins and nods before calling over the waiter.
-❀-
the next time you saw the two guys was two days after the bonfire party. they came in laughing at a joke that had happened way before they had even walked in. you find yourself standing up as soon as they enter.
“hi! y/n!” logan’s smile is always wide and happy to see you. oscar’s smile is muted but it’s still sweet. “what would you recommend for me? i liked the chocolate fudge.”
“hmm,” you think, running your hand along the counter. “we have a new flavour, chocolate covered raspberry? it’s quite popular. i think you’d like it.”
“i trust your judgement, ice cream girl.”
you crack a smile at the nickname, the smile so big that it momentarily hurts your face for a moment. you turn to oscar.
“and what about you?”
“same as usual, two scoops of vanilla.”
you nod, getting to work on the ice creams. you even offer to pay for them but they argue, threatening to shove it all in the tip jar anyway. oscar pays and when your back is turned, logan shoves twice the amount into the tip jar.
“wanna sit with us in the booth today y/n?” logan asks, taking a spoonful of his ice cream. “it’s not like anyones here.”
oscar looks up at you with his wide eyes, not really eating his ice cream. he just swirls it, until it turns into a sort of thick soup. you shrug and slide into the booth across from the two of them. you don’t have anything else to do and if a customer does decide to walk in? well, you’ll just slide back behind the counter.
“so, what’s your plan for the future?” logan grins. “and i know it’s the worst possible question to ask any young person but i’m curious. what’s the goal? is there one? it’s okay if there isn’t.”
“dream is to become an archeologist and backup plan? i don’t know. work in an office or something? maybe teaching. i haven’t thought that far ahead just yet.” you bite your lip and look out the window for a second. the day is hot, and you’re stuck inside. “what about you two? what do you do?”
“we uh, we drive.” logan looks at oscar.
“oh like uber? cool.”
“yeah, isn’t it?” oscar smiles at you.
“i still haven’t gotten my licence just yet. taxis aren’t too expensive and public transport is decent. also everywhere i need to be is pretty much walkable.” you smile at them. “have you visited all the touristy places yet?”
“not everywhere but we’re here for a while. we’re going to travel to santorini, mykonos and corfu. i’ve already planned them out.” oscar swallows his bite of ice cream. “scheduled to the exact moment we get there and get back.”
“an exotic european vacation.” you grin, waggling your eyebrows. logan laughs despite the joke not being very funny. “i’m jealous.”
“you could come with us.” oscar blurts out, his cheeks pinkening. “you’re probably busy though right? don’t worry about it. it’s weird.”
“no, no. it’s not. it’s very sweet and tempting.” you look outside the window again. “i’m not free for the whole time, but, definitely i could join you for a week? jim won’t care.”
“jim’s a real person?” logan asks, eyes wide. you laugh.
“yeah! he’s british actually. came over here when he retired and bought this place. he was one of the few people that’d hire me. my mum’s british.” you nod. “it’s a pretty decent job. if you ignore these hideous uniforms.”
you pull on the neon jim’s ice cream parlour shirt, face crumpling in disgust.
“you look good.” logan says, shyly, as he tongues the last of his ice cream. “this is good too. the ice cream. i knew i trusted you for a reason.”
-❀-
santorini is exactly like the instagram photos. well, despite being slightly too hot, a little less vibrant and he’s here with you and logan. logan has kept his shirt on this time, a loose linen blue one with a pair of shorts and flip flops. you’re dressed in a white skirt, a cropped tank top with a massive handbag.
oscar wants to do something crazy, like reach out and hold your hand or put his arm around your shoulders. he doesn’t because he’s not insane but he thinks about it for a solid moment. thinks about the way you’d curl into him or the way your shampoo would smell. he shakes his head.
“you don’t like it?” the two of you turn to look at him. fantastic. now he looks weird. his eyes widen.
“no, no! i love it. it’s lovely.” he reaches into his pocket, shaking hands grabbing his phone as he takes a picture. “i was thinking about the best angle to take this picture for my mum.”
“i’ll take a photo of you against the backdrop? maybe the both of you. your mum might like that. logan said you two were childhood best friends right?”
oscar nods. at least you bought his story. he stands against the barrier and smiles, awkwardly. he’s sure that all the other tourists are looking at him and thinking ‘what a weirdo, his crush on her is so obvious. she wants his best friend clearly, why even try?’
after a moment, logan stands next to him. logan dissipates the awkwardness with a wave of his hand and the two of them fall into an easy grin. when logan leans in and tells a joke, oscar finds himself laughing loudly with the click of your camera as background noise.
he sends it to his mother later on, when he’s in his hotel room with logan snoring in the room across from him. she texts him back quickly.
-❀-
— from mum.
well, it looks like you’re having fun honey!
— to mum.
yeah, i am.
-❀-
it doesn’t even feel like a lie when he messages her back in the cooling heat.
-❀-
it’s three days into the trip and two weeks into knowing the guys that you realise that you have a crush. it’s only a small inkling but you know it’s serious because no matter how much you try to dissuade it, it keeps popping up.
when you’re eating, when you’re brushing your teeth and even when you’re picking your outfit with him in mind. does he like blue? is he more of a yellow guy? or is it pink that’ll catch his eye?
the three of you head to a restaurant that night. it’s a seafood place, the three of you laughing and joking about something you’d seen earlier. they look good. smell good too. they even argue over who’s going to pay for the meal and look at you like you’ve got three heads when you offer to pay.
“it’s fine y/n, you’re a student.” oscar says, smiling as logan gives up. he pays quickly, all cash with no fuss. “we can get it.”
“ubering must make you a lot of money.”
“yeah. something like that.” he smiles again. this time with no teeth as he gets the receipt.
-❀-
logan goes to bed early that night, citing something about his family being desperate to check up on him. it leaves just the two of you outside in the corfu evening air.
“want to go for a walk?” you ask, looking at him earnestly.
“yeah. sure.” he’s trying not to be too eager. not to scare you off. the two of you start walking down the street.
“i always like to go for a slow walk after a big dinner. i feel like it probably helps with digestion.” you speak quietly, as if not to disturb the silence of the street. he likes your voice and is willing to listen at any volume you decide.
“i think it does. i try not to eat too much.” oscar responds, shoving a jittery hand in his pocket. “i can’t gain any weight for my job.”
“yeah, logan said. that’s weird. what kind of uber driver has a weight limit?” he shrugs and smiles. “do you miss australia?”
“sometimes. i’m used to travelling though. i’ve done it for so long.” he looks at you. “what about you? do you miss your home?”
“eh, i wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. i wanted to remake myself. i was gonna do it all y’know? a name change and everything.” you look up at the stars for a moment. “i didn’t go through with it. even if i changed my name, i’d still be y/n really. inside.”
“i get that. i think.” oscar looks at the gorgeous landscape in front of him. he ignores all the people milling around the two of you. to him it’s just you, him and the view. “so, y/n-“
your phone interrupts him. a loud, obnoxious ringing noise. you mouth an apology at him when you look at the caller id.
“sorry, it’s my best friend. she wouldn’t call me if it wasn’t important. she’s more of a texter anyways. do you mind?” you point at your phone. he shakes his head with a smile. you disappear to take your call and he finds a bench to sit on. he leans back, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
what was he thinking? asking you out? thank god the world or fate or god or whoever is in charge, stopped him before he made the biggest mistake of his life. you liked logan and he didn’t blame you. he really, truly didn’t.
when you come back, you ask him what he was going to ask. he shrugs. it wasn’t important anyways, he says. he asks what happened with your friend and listens you chatter all the way back about your friend’s current work drama.
-❀-
the next morning, logan and you head down to breakfast together. it’s a continental breakfast that the hotel offer. it’s good, with a wide spread of toast, pancakes, omelettes, cereal, fruit and sausages. you load up your plate, happy to get food for free even though technically you paid for it.
logan’s plate is smaller. you think about what they said earlier about weight limits and feel a pang of sympathy. i mean, your job was not very well paid but at least it gave you freedom in your spare time to do and eat whatever you want.
“is oscar not coming?” you ask, forking a fluffy piece of omelette and hash browns in your mouth. it’s gorgeous and you’re hungry.
“nah. he’s not feeling too good. i’ll bring him some breakfast in a bit.” logan methodically goes through his breakfast. slow, small bites and chews it for as long as possible. “wanna go for a swim later? it’s hot as hell outside. i feel my skin melting off.”
“you are going a little red.” you tease. he smiles again, shyly. his face does go red when you lean forward and press your cold cup against his cheek. “a little better?”
“it’d be better if you’d go swimming with me.” he smiles.
“of course i will. can’t leave you by yourself. who knows what’ll happen.” he laughs this time. “now wanna try some of this omelette?”
he sits politely as you lean over and feed him a forkful of the spinach and cheese omelette. for a moment, the two of you look into each other's eyes as you feed him. he turns away as soon as it’s okay and chews the bite.
“good?”
“yeah. yeah. it’s good.” he smiles at you. “let me just get some more water for us, be back in a moment.”
“is it getting too hot for you?” you tease.
“a little.” he sheepishly grins again. “let me cool down.”
-❀-
it’s your last day with the two of the guys before they drop you back off at the bus stop to go back to athens. your heart is still pinching at the thought of leaving, but you decide your last day can’t be in vain. they’ll be going home soon so it’ll be the best time to admit what you already knew. what you had known for the whole time.
you’d been on the phone with your best friend who had helped you to write a pros and cons list.
— pros - you could be a girlfriend to a great guy. you would be happy. you would have a rich boyfriend (your bff added that). you could touch them in any way they’d let you. you could sleep together. you could also sleep together (bff again). you would have a great time. you would have fun. would it improve your life? potentially.
— cons - they could say no and you’d have to jump off a cliff. they could be dating each other and you’d be embarrassed that you didn’t figure it out. they could laugh at you. they could be disgusted. they could be nice about it and gently let you down. they’re not even from anywhere close to greece. it’d be a long distance relationship. could you even deal with that?
you shake your head and lift your hand up to his bedroom door. the wood is cold under your knuckles. the world still moves around you, tourists laughing in their rooms and people walking around. their voices murmuring.
as your hand hovered there, you thought for a moment. about how this could change everything. was it too soon? too risky? then you remembered, it’s now or never.
take the plunge and with that, you knock.
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The five of you parted ways—for better or worse. Is there a choice for you anyway? This is unanimous from everyone. So, you decide to follow the most logical choice: complete the mission as you are instructed, instead of seeking distractions with time you can’t afford to lose.
Leon and Carlos bid the three of you farewell, venturing underground to locate the source of a gas that may or may not be a distraction or an ambush. You, Jill, and Ada will continue upstairs to infiltrate Glenn Arias’ personal office, retrieving the concentrated sample with utmost priority, and regroup with the rest before Arias has a chance to discover his merchandise has gone missing.
The plan is perfect, what’s there to be worried about?
“Our intel says Arias’ office should be on the top floor. The coordinates are on your watch. Proceed with caution, everyone.” Rebecca calls out into your earpiece. Twisting your elbow, you glimpse at your watch. It blinks with your location in green, and destination in red, two floors above you.
“Copy.” You and Jill acknowledge Rebecca, but Ada ignores, simply hiking forward with her pistol leading the way.
“She must be fun at parties.” Jill snorts, following behind her.
This is the first time Jill talks after splitting up with the boys. And even then, she only ever converses with you, and never to Ada. They have almost nothing in common between them, besides their stubborn attitude that only butts at each other’s heads. If you aren’t around, there will only be an air of dead silence between the duo.
But these two are your friends, and you like them both for different reasons.
You recall a past memory between you. “She’s not usually like this outside of missions. We went to a bar one time, and Ada got me free drinks all night. Poor suckers, she swindled them all.”
“Just the two of you?”
“No, it was an afterparty. Rebecca was there. I think you had to stay back for work that day. Why?”
Your eyes meet Jill in confusion, and they quickly dart away. Jill clears her throat to speak again. “So you and Ada are close, huh?”
“I think so,” Jill’s face hints a bit of disappointment, but she tries to force her lips to upturn into a nonchalant smile. You don’t notice this and continue talking: “But not exactly. She saved me a few times, so I’m grateful for her. But I wouldn’t call us friends.”
“And that’s all?”
You wonder where all of this is coming from. Didn’t take her for the kind who enjoys bars and loud spaces anyway. Spending time with Jill is usually just the two of you watching TV, laughing at the over-the-top reality drama from the comfort of the couch, cuddling up right next to each other like a couple of platonic best friends. Before you can speak, you feel a presence in front of you, standing in your way. You pause quickly at the last minute, almost colliding into the figure. Ada. She only looks at Jill when she’s talking.
“You two lovebirds done? Stay alert.” Ada deadpans with no intention of being friendly and warming. “Donïżœïżœt hold me down.”
“Take care of your shit and I’ll take care of mine.” There’s bitterness in Jill’s voice, and Ada ignores her because your watch is beeping. The green and red dots overlap each other. You’re here.
You put your game face on. You land yourself on the other side of the wooden door to Arias’ office, while Jill and Ada have their backs against the wall closest to the door knob. Ada signals, counting down from three, and then finally kicks down the door. The three of you rush in, guns aimed forward in order to take down any security patrolling the perimeters.
“Huh?” You raise an eyebrow. You lower your gun when realisation sets in that you are indeed in an empty room.
You recognise this dark wood flooring. It adorns proudly, and even more repetitively, throughout the mansion. This room is no different. The desk, cabinetry and shelves are crafted with the same sinister timber that weighs down Arias’ office. Rows of portraits from Arias’ ancestors stare down at you with hollow beady eyes. A tall window, slightly ajar, to let in the cold nocturne wind. No mould.
This room had been cared for—dusted, cleaned, and prepared. Papers spread across the table, fresh ink, even the nameplate is polished into a shimmer. Arias frequents here, either for work—or for other sorts of shady businesses.
Ada immediately gets to work, and she finds a painting with a secret hinge to the side. It opens into a safe with two rotary dials. The sample is so close now, so close to your reach.
“I’ll check for any other clues that may help us.” Jill declares, and she’s flipping through papers on the desk for any information she can send to Rebecca.
But your eyes are still fixed upon Ada with her back facing you. Not leaving her even for just a second. Ada might have saved you a few times, but the amount of times she betrayed you is far greater. A memory sticks out from a conversation in the saferoom when Leon pulls you aside:
“Be careful. Something is very wrong about this place. I don’t know what it is yet
” His words hold weight and sincerity as he speaks. “And about Ada
 I don’t trust her. You shouldn’t too. Don’t make the same mistake as I did.” Then Leon loosens the grasp on your arm, and reluctantly lets go

You refocus, keeping your eyes peeled on Ada, before noticing how beautiful her hands are. How they pinch the dial with ease and precision, almost gliding as she hears the very faint click inside the clockwork of the safe. Her nails are short, painted dearly with scarlet red polish, palms so silky that they almost glisten lightly under the moonlight. You didn’t know the hands of a mercenary can be so pretty, unlike yours, calloused and scabs healed over.
“Are you done watching me?” Ada is still listening to the safe, but she knows you’re looking.
“Huh? I wasn’t—” Your cheeks redden from being caught.
“You think I’m as dense as that rookie? I see you guys talking. Did Leon tell you to watch over me?” Oh. She must be talking about Leon’s warnings in the safe room.
“It
 wasn’t about you.” You hesitate and fiddle with your thumb. You are not a great liar, not by far.
“Just tell me.”
Ada turns around to look at you now, telling of how much she knows you. And it’s definitely well enough to see through your lies like translucent paper. Your words tumble under pressure: “He’s just concerned. Told me to keep an eye out.”
Ada scoffs; she’s turning the dial a bit more aggressively this time. “Of course he did. Predictable. The rookie thinks I’m out to get him every single time.” There’s another sigh of exhaustion.
“Well, isn’t that what you did?”
“That’s besides the point. It’s his fault for getting in my way.” Ada clears her throat. “Rest assured, I’ve been compensated well for this job, so you’re safe.”
“For now. I’m not taking my eyes off you.”
“Didn’t take you for the kind to let others tell you what to do.”
You clamp your lips shut. She’s right, and you know it. Your brain racks within itself for a comeback to defend your integrity, and realising instead: Why are you trying so hard to prove yourself to Ada?
Ada is challenging you for sure. Or entertained by you. You can’t tell the difference with her teasing grin that could be either, or both. Are your eyes fooling you, or does Ada seem more... relaxed? Her demeanour is drastically different from when you were in the saferoom, or when you were speaking to Jill. If you didn't know better, you swear Ada actually enjoys your company, maybe even a little bit more than friends.
The safe beeps, signal flashes green, and the hinge loosens to an open. The two of you peek inside. There’s a gold bar. A stack of paper (letters?) bound by a delicate string. But beyond that, nothing.
You hear rustling in the background. Papers falling to the floor. You turn around to see Jill frozen.
“We got the safe open. Did you find anything?”
Jill’s eyes are far off, fixed upon a particular spot. You look towards the direction of her glance, and beyond the window, it overlooks the mansion’s luxurious home garden, overgrown with weeds and wilt. Behind that, a bench and what appears to be either a figure or the trick of a light. It’s too dark to tell.
“Jill.” Ada repeats, slightly raised eyebrows indicating suspicion. Jill returns from her far off location, and sees the two of you in front of her.
“You okay?” You ask, wanting to put your hand on her shoulder. She shrugs you off.
“I’m fine.” Jill’s fist is holding some paper, and she scrunches it to hide it in her back pocket. “Nothing useful. Just old accounts
 and stuff. You know.” Ada is watching. Jill changes the topic fast.
“But look what I've found in the drawers.” Jill removes a box from inside the drawer and opens it. It contains a bunch of oddly shaped devices, attached by a belt or some sort.
“Are those what I think they are...?” You question, not quite sure what to make of it just yet.
“In every colour too.” Ada says. “Seems like a 'hobby' of Arias'.”
“Maybe Arias had been using this toy in this room.” Jill snickers, pulling one of them out by the belt, and the girth of the black shaft is thick and erected.
“Jill, stop playing with it.” Your face looks visually disturbed. “Oh my god, my pure and innocent mind...”
“Don't tell me you've never used one of these before?” Ada is grinning, as if you just asked a silly question.
“And you have?”
“Who hasn't?” Jill laughs too. Meanwhile, you are still standing, a look of confusion in your eyes. They look at you, and look between themselves, a synchronous 'oh' left their mouths at the same time. You are still confused.
“Don't worry about it. So what do you guys got there?”
You pick up the stack, and read aloud the first sheet that is addressed to someone.
Dear Sarah, The world had been too cruel to us, separating us from each other far too suddenly, far too soon. Our lives were only just beginning, and fate had to take you away from me. We should’ve had so much more time. And we will. Don’t worry, Sarah, all of this is only temporary. I took your wedding dress to the dry cleaners and safekept it for your return. I still remember how beautiful you looked in that dress walking down the aisle. Yours forever, Glenn
You bring the sheet back to read the next letter.
Dear Sarah, My research was successful. I did it, Sarah, I DID IT!! I can finally bring you home, my love. Didn’t we always said we wanted a child? You told me underneath the moonlight you want to name our daughter Renee. And now, we can finally have them. We can finally be together. Things are in order to make this happen. Me, you, and Renee, for eternity. I’m so excited I’ve painted Renee’s nursery in your favourite colour, green. So much work to do, I’ll write to you again soon, Sarah. You won’t have to wait any longer. Yours forever, Glenn
“Is this Arias’ wife? What do you mean ‘bringing her back’?” Your whole body shudders at the thought.
“She’s dead. One of the many innocents that died in the wedding.” Jill almost punches the wall. “It should’ve been him.”
“He’s trying to revive her? 
And have children with the dead?”
“What kind of fucked up shit is he planning?” Jill is shocked, grossed, disgusted all at once on her face.
Meanwhile, Ada, calm and unreactive as ever, is rummaging through the safe again. “No sign of the sample—” Ada confirms, and she withdraws her hand holding a gold bar to transfer it into her gear’s pocket. “—another dead end.”
“Did you just steal something?” Jill is in disbelief.
“Mind your business.” Ada shoots back a glare at her.
“There’s something really fucked up going on in this mansion, and this is how you act? Have some sympathy for the dead, would ya?”
“It’s been dead for a while. Doesn’t matter what we do or what we say, they can’t hear it. All we can do is focus on the present.”
“Why you—” Jill stops midway, like she accidentally swallowed back her words down the wrong hole. Her head is throbbing, heart racing, body attacking her from all sides within. Her throat is closing up, and for a second, Jill can’t breathe. She falls; collapsing onto the table with a loud thump, barely supporting herself with her elbow. Jill coughs; there’s blood.
“Jill! Are you okay?” You cry out, running to her aid, your arm rounding across Jill’s shoulders. It feels cold. Dry. Like you’re touching the furless coat of a dead animal with no warmth left in them.
“I
 nnh, I’m fine.” Her voice is straining, but there’s some breathing at least.
“Don’t be stubborn. The colour on your face is gone.” You dip your hand onto Jill’s forehead. The cold sensation fades, and now it’s warm to the touch again, burning like a fever. You question yourself whether the coldness before was an illusion. Bringing your arms around her, you reach to your earpiece. “I’m calling Rebecca.”
“No. Don’t.” She coughs even harder with her weight leaning against you; she’s turning frailer and frailer by the minute. “I’ll be fine. We need to s-stop Arias.”
That is when you hear a click, cold metallic surface pressing against the fabric of Jill’s back. The safety’s off.
“Ada?” Your voice escapes like a pleading squeal, a forced laugh through hopeful desperation that it’s all a prank, that Ada isn’t going to hurt and betray you, just like all the other times. “
What’s up with you?”
“Jill. Get off. Now.” Ada raises her volume to a stern demand, and this time, you know she’s definitely not joking. Jill ought to do as she says soon, or else both of you may catch the bullet with a press of Ada’s finger.
“Ada—” Your voice shrivels into a pitiful whisper. Betrayal again? After everything?
“Jill’s infected. Face it. Thought it was weird why you’re acting funny. The virus is in your body as we speak.” Ada points her gun at Jill.
“Wha—What’re you talking about?” Jill’s face turns white. She coughs once more, hard. There’s blood all over her hand and on the corner of her lips.
“Ada. We need to take her to the hospital now.”
“Does she look okay to you? I’m not going to save your ass again. So get out when I tell you to.” Ada’s finger is firm on the trigger. Determined.
Jill scoffs. “This again? So you’re working for Wesker? You’re trying to take us out one by one. It’s not gonna work.” With a weak grip, Jill grabs her pistol with her remaining energy to aim right back at Ada. Ada doesn’t shoot. She should’ve, but she can’t.
Ada’s guard is up again. “Believe what you want. If you’d like to die today, be my guest. I won’t hesitate to shoot.” She flicks her wrist, demanding you to move aside. “This is your last chance.”
“Ada, please listen! She wasn’t bit. We were together the entire time. You were there too, Ada! She can’t be infected. She can’t be—” You yell in distress, but your sentence trails off into a mumble.
“The gas. The gas has something to do with it.” Ada says.
“Won’t the two of us be sick too?” You say.
Ada’s eyes glare harshly against the two of you, but you can see her thinking, the cogwheels in her brain processing the facts, and her speculation wavers. There’s pity behind the cold blooded glint. Sympathy. Ada’s pistol lowers—
And that was the mistake that costs their lives. Jill turns, roundhouse kicking the pistol off Ada’s hand in her moment of vulnerability. The gun falls, crashing against the rug far from reach. Ada is already reacting, drawing her TMP out but Jill moves faster. Too steadfast. Too superhuman. She tackles Ada to the ground, hands steady against her neck.
Jill’s gaze is obscured by flames, something blinding and controlling from something within her veins and arteries. Despite looking directly at Ada, she can’t see, nor can she distinguish friend or foe. Her hand tightens around Ada’s windpipe, leaving her grasping for air.
You pull up your rifle in a panic frenzy, unloading your round onto Jill. But she does not flinch, does not even look your way. There’s a dent in her skin where your shots land, but there’s no blood. “Goddamit, what the fuck, Jill! What is wrong with you?”
But Jill can’t hear you. Only the crackle of flame and roar of wildfire burning and reverberating through her head. Echoing twice and thrice over. Ada is grunting soundless moans, still attempting at escape with how she continues to fumble for the TMP on her waist belt. Then, Jill steps on Ada’s hand with sheer force and unnatural strength, crushing the smooth palm with the sole of her feet, twisting it until all the delicate bones become unrecoverable. And all hope was lost again.
Jill sinks her teeth into Ada’s neck, not with much mercy either. There is a sound of flesh torn, a blood crying scream to taint the air. The blood velvet rug paints a deeper red and Jill releases. Ada flops to the floor, paralysed, but not deadly enough for a fatality. Her beautiful skin, once full of vigour and charm, stained red with her own blood, the veins around turning deeper purple thriving like tree roots across the earth.
You look at Jill—and she’s smiling. It’s not the slight curve of her lips you’re used to when you tell her that her haircut is nice. Or the reluctant embarrassed grin she has when you thank her for standing up for you. This was something else.
This was something from hell.
She’s no longer the Jill you know. ‘Jill’ turns around to meet you in the eye. You back away, rifle aiming forwards despite knowing it’s all fruitless. Your hands shudder from within, none of your shots will hit even if you try. But you had no choice. You have to try even if it’s fruitless. Then you aim at Jill directly on the head. It’s harder than it looks, killing your best friend, even if they are a zombie.
It misses and lands on her shoulder instead. There’s a notable grimace on Jill’s face as she flies to catch the bullet from within her shoulder. She flicks the bullet away and her grin spreads widely, and she chuckles a sinister giggle. “That hurts, you know
”
“Jill?” These BOWs aren’t supposed to speak. They should be monsters. This is your first time meeting one of these too, and you did not expect them to be one of your closest friends. You should be careful. If they can speak, do they have the intelligence to manipulate you too?
“What’s wrong, kitty?”
“Fuck you.” You grit your teeth. “I’m not turning into one of you.”
She merely laughs. “Admit it. You think this is hot.”
“Fuck off.” You have Jill’s eyes locked, other hand inching closer and closer to your back pocket, reaching for the radio. But it was no use. A hand—bloodied and broken—grabs you by your wrist, twisting it behind you forcefully. You wince. Ada is right behind you, her eyes looking into yours with the same blank stare Jill has. She’s turned. And so quick too?
“Our darling, can’t seem to stay put? I think it needs punishment.” Ada’s breath is blowing against your neck. You shiver.
“Oh
 like what kind?” Jill’s eyebrows are raised and intrigued.
Jill answers the question herself by unsheathing her pocket knife. You swallow hard as she takes each purposeful step towards you, savouring in your fear. Your wrists struggle against Ada’s grip, which she responds by tightening it further that your bones are almost breaking from her touch.
“It’ll hurt more if you resist.” Jill drawls out her words, licking the surface of the knife. She brings her knife forward, laying the flat edge of the knife against your cheek, drawing a little blood at first, then a bit more droplets gather onto the knife. She slurps on it, licking the crimson nectar clean off her knife. “Just relax, kitty. It’s us. Jill and Ada. Your teammates.”
“We won’t hurt you, darling. You can trust us.”
For a moment, through the hazy blink of a spell, you see your friends. Ada, mysterious yet always saving you during trouble. Jill, indifferent yet is always the first to defend you. They’re absolutely right. These are your friends. They mean so much to you, and you’ve just realised that now. You’ll do anything for them.
You let your body relax, your eyes stare into Jill, then Ada, then back at Jill again. She caresses your cheeks in her palm, bringing your face closer to hers with lips that only want to close the distance, and you close your-
Wait! No. Stop this! This isn’t right!
-eyes, before your lips crash together in a series of tingles. Jill deepens the kiss, her tongue prying between the seams of your lips, meeting your own tongue in the middle. You still taste a bit of blood, but that doesn’t deter you from returning the kiss. Jill licks your lips once more before finally parting with a heaved gasp. You slowly open your eyes, before another pair of familiar lips comes colliding back on yours and you’re nudged to close them again. This is Ada’s lips, rounder, thicker, with an unexpected forwardness. She nibbles on your lips, demanding, making room between the gaps of your lips, and kiss you just as passionately as Jill did.
Between kisses, a button pops off. Then another. You help each other out of your fabrics. Earpieces removed, abandoned by the floor. Jill strips off Ada’s dress and bra, and you help Jill out of her skinny jeans. A paper scrunches up from her back pocket. It’s been torn by hand, scribbled a note on lined paper where the words are either smudged or peeled off. Only one word is still faintly visible.
[ WATER ]
What could it mean?
You spend no time to ponder with Jill pulling you back into the present. Your naked torsos flush against each other as the duo fight for another taste of your lips. They catch your breath, one after another, with no intention of letting you out of their sight. Jill brings her hand around you, her fingers are already sending-
I need to get out of here! I need to warn-
-a violent fizz through your body, and Ada helps you fall to your legs onto the velvet rug underneath you. All the whilst your lips are trapped in Jill’s, and so is your body.
“That’s it
 Be our good little darling.” Ada slips right behind you, letting your relaxed body lean against her, then running a hand up your torso with the friction of her latex gloves, before settling against your neck in a firm grip.
“We’ll take care of you, kitty.” Jill whispers into your ear, and you can’t hear any malicious intent. Jill and Ada aren’t hurting you, some part of you is very sure about this.
Then you hear something. A faint sound in your mind, a warning, a scream from far away. It’s telling you to run, run so far and fast before it’s too late. “Nnh
 I
” It rings in your ear like a constant drum, forcing you for a response. But why? You feel so good right now

“Stay with us, darling.” Ada coos, moving downwards to kiss along the strip of your neck. She’s gentle, enchanting you in her lovingness. The voice grows fainter, like a distant chatter that fades into the background.
And their hands are all over you, exploring every curve your skin has to offer. The crook of your neck, the gentle folds between your belly, thighs filling out into their palms, plushness against plushness. With how both of their breasts lay against you, it reminds you of a marshmallow cloud, and you’re drifting away into it. Away from the mortal world where only the three of you remain.
Ada runs her hands down your body, her latex glove palming your cunt now, circling it fully and firmly. You feel everything move, your hips rutting to find more friction against your clit. And she retracts her hand, pressing down against your clit as if you hears your demands, holding you and your emotions hostage, before repeating all the motions again.
“Shh
 We’ll take care of you, kitty.” Someone says this, you don’t know who. You are much too focused on the pleasure throbbing in your body to notice. Ada moves her head downwards to watch your cunt more closely, pleasant to see you already drenching, soon to succumb to the inflictions of her loving touches.
“Goodness, so wet for me, darling.” Ada rewards herself with a finger down the stripe of your cunt, scooping your juices with the latex and licking her finger clean. Ada is taking her time with you, pecking gentle kisses along the seam. A few times you feel the firm pad of her tongue on you, but she retracts it before you can truly react to it.
Jill is still kissing you; her hands are groping her own breasts to satisfy herself, while you lay limp under the command of the two. You moan back into the kiss, clearly aroused by Ada toying with your body underneath, and she grows increasingly jealous: “Having all the fun without me?” She abruptly parts your lips, and gently lowers your back onto the floor.
“Come on, kitty. Help me come too.” Jill pecks one final kiss on you, which you, too engrossed in the knot in your chest to struggle to even pucker your lips. She rounds her legs over your face, and your face is shaded with the shape of Jill’s cunt. Her arousal glistens in the darkness, seemingly twitch, maybe a bit vulnerable with how your eyes are fixed upon her aching parts.
“Put that tongue to good use, kitty.” Jill drops herself onto your face, fucking herself onto your nose. A moan escapes her lips, and yours too, your grunt muffled underneath the pressure, but she can still feel the vibrations through her cunt. She ruts against you, a signal for ‘more’, and you obey. You stick your tongue in, swirling and springing your tongue to feel Jill’s walls against the flat surface of your tongue.
Jill lifts herself temporarily, just enough for you to breathe and release the groaning mess that is trapped in the back of your throat. She slams herself back down onto you again. Your breath quickens, back arches in; you’re close. So fucking close. Ada isn’t stopping now, her lips are flushed against your cunt, extending her entire tongue inside of you to tonguefuck you until your heavy breathing is inside of Jill’s cunt.
“I.. nnh
fuck
” You cry, a tear gathering in your eye.
“Don’t be shy, kitty. Just let it all out.” Jill looks down at you, grinning, taunting. She drives her cunt deeper onto your face. And with her encouragement, you do. The sensation wells inside of you, stimulated on both end bringing your orgasm to escalate in speeds unimaginable. Your juices start to flow, without warning—you couldn’t control it even if you tried—and all your fluids spills directly onto Ada’s face, catching into her eyes.
“That’s it. Well done, kitty.” Jill praises, smoothing a hand over your hair.
Ada doesn’t wince from your juices in her eye, she doesn’t even feel the pain. Her irises are shifting red from her kind hazel brown. Her skin, paling, wherever she was applying pressure at you, those parts of her turns distinctly blue. And that’s when reality hits you: you don’t know them. But there’s no stopping now. It’s too late. At least you can make your death memorable—enjoyable—by getting fucked inside out.
Jill is feeling it too, her hips shaking, your tongue going into overtime eating her out, until she finally releases. She tries to lift herself off, but it was too late when Jill begins to squirt, her one finger guiding herself on her clit, drenching your face and some of your hair with her fluids. You wipe your face off with your hands, huffing and puffing. Whatever you two had, it was intense. Far more intense than any relationship you had with any other sex.
Ada lands right next to you on the rug. She’s reaching down to circle on her own clit and thrusting her fingers inside of her dripping mess at the same time. God, Ada looks so hot touching herself.
“Please. Ada. I want to taste you too.” You nudge Ada’s fingers out of herself, giving them a lick to clean those pretty, battered fingers off. Even damaged, her manicure is still perfect, and the skin still feels soft to the touch. You roll on top of Ada, exchanging places with Ada’s fingers to bottom her out.
Ada’s cunt is so smooth, cleaned and trimmed, just as put together as the rest of herself. Her hole is wide open, as if taunting you with how much she can take at one time. You hook her legs over your shoulder now, pressing them down closer to her body and reaching over to her swollen nipple to pull against it. When your fingers enter her, it’s like dipping your finger into melted butter. With one finger, it was loose. So you add one more finger, then another, until all four of your fingers are deep in her cunt.
“God, Ada.” You swallow back a heavy drool. “You’re all stretched out.”
“I have higher pain tolerance like this. That’s the best part about being a zombie.”
“Does that mean I can
” You thought four fingers was Ada’s limit, but after wiggling your hand around, you manage to slip the fifth finger inside. Ada lets out a delighted whine, swallowing your entire fist with a quick rut of her hips.
My god, Ada looks so beautiful like this. With how big she’s taking in, you swear that she’s more used to this than she’s letting on. But you don’t get to ponder long, because Jill is right behind you. She’s watching over you, grabbing your cheeks from behind and something is nudging between your thighs.
“I want to try something on you.” There is a belt around her, and a strap bouncing high and proud into the air. “Stick up your butt for me, kitty.”
The idea of getting fucked by Jill excites you very much. You perk them up, despite your eagerness, you don’t want to lose momentum with Ada in front of you, still squirming under your control. You expect your cunt to meet with Jill’s silicone tip, but instead she puts some kind of device inside of you. It vibrates in the lowest setting, only a tingle of sensation in your already aching and throbbing pussy.
“J-Jill?” You let out a low grunt, unsatisfied. The device is so small, you still feel empty even as it vibrates within you.
“Don’t worry, kitty. I’m just gonna write some thing on your body. It won’t hurt, I promise.” She picks up a knife, previously abandoned in the corner. She runs the sharp end of the knife along your ass cheeks, and you wince as Jill drags the knife down until it carves off a letter. ‘J’ on your left cheek, ‘A’ on your right cheek.
“Kitty looks amazing with our initials on it.” Blood is trailing along your butt. Jill lied. It hurts a lot. But the combination of pain on your skin and pleasure of the vibrator takes you to your wits end. Jill makes up for it by consoling the cuts, planting kisses and licking the blood off your cheeks. Then she grasps harshly onto the plush meat, and the pain is back again.
“Kitty
” She coos, fingering out some of your stickiness to lubricate the silicone. It lines up against you, ready for entry. You take in a deep breath, and Jill shoves all of her length in one go. Your body flinches, tongue stopping for a moment to recollect your composure as your internal walls fight to wrap both the vibrator and Jill’s strap at the same time, filling you up so fully.
“That’s it, kitty. Take in both me and the vibrator. Feel so good right now
 So good for us.”
But she’s not stopping. Not intending to stop until you come over and over again, until you stain the rug with every bit of your juices. Moans ripple through the room. Each thrust heavy and welcoming to your pussy as you stretch wide to accommodate to this newfound size. You chase your euphoria, as it crash at you wave after wave of limitless pleasure. Jill tips you further into overstimulation, fucking the fluids of your orgasm back inside of you.
But you can’t speak, despite the desire to release your choked out breath, you are determined to make Ada come too. She’s close. You press her legs further down to flex her into a pretzel, her thighs touch her head, and your fist finds its easier to reach her cervix, abusing at her favourite spot over and over again until she’s bound to release her fluids onto your hand.
“You’re mine now
” Jill and Ada speaks almost simultaneously.
And the rest of the night was a blur. You aren’t sure how many times you came tonight, you only feel the aftermath of it. The inside of your walls are sore, penetrated repeatedly by tongue and silicone, and you find your consciousness fading
 and fading
 until you are gone completely.
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A buzz. It rings in your ear like a fly in your sleep. Is this your alarm? No
 Did you not leave for Arias’ mansion? How long ago was that? Why are you asleep? And where’s Jill and Ada?
You are alone. The portraits watching your naked body as you lie—criticising you? You hear the windows clacking against the hinges, night air whining inside and all over your bareness. But you don’t feel cold. Your body hasn’t felt anything in a while. Joints weakened everywhere and your lips feel like something dried over.
You hear the buzz again. This time much closer. There’s static. It’s saying something.
“Ji- Ad-”
You move your limbs, cumbersome from the soreness of your muscles, to reach to the sound underneath your clothes. An earpiece. You fumble it on.
“Jill! Ada! Are you guys there? Come on, why won’t this damn thing work?”
It’s Rebecca. You know this girl. From somewhere. It’s getting harder to think.
“Reb—” You try to talk, but it escapes like the low grumble of a zombie. You don’t have much time left.
“Finally! Thank god it’s you! Are you guys safe?”
“Water... It’s the water
 The water’s infected
” You muster whatever bit of strength left to talk.
“Hello?? Shit. I can’t hear you
 What did you say about the water?”
Your eyes feel heavy. It sinks without intention. All that remains is a fragile pulse at the hearth of your body. Not enough for you to move or think. Darkness envelops you, and there is silence once again in Arias’ office.
Then, a man steps into the room.
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yxngbxkkie · 10 months ago
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little date at the shop (b.c)
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y'know, depending on what happens, i might do little blurbs on mechanic!chris đŸ«ą i never thought i'd like it this much đŸ€­ i do hope you guys enjoy this cute fic! let me know what you think đŸ©·
feedback is greatly appreciated đŸ„°
“Do you think he'd like it if I brought him food?” You ask Hyunjin, pinning your phone against your shoulder.
Your friend on the line scoffs, and you can see him rolling his eyes. “I'm sure he would, yes,” Hyunjin answers. “He's always liked that kind of stuff.”
A smile graces your lips. “Okay, I'm going to bring him lunch then,” you giggle, putting the phone on speaker before looking at your delivery app.
“If I knew you are going to act like this, I never would've introduced you,” he says with a laugh, mumbling to himself about how Chris is all you talk about.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” You dramatically apologize, halting your search for food to give him your attention.
Hyunjin sighs, taking a minute before he speaks again. “No, it's okay. I shouldn't be complaining. I haven't seen you this happy about someone since the last guy. I'm just really glad you found a good one,” he explains, causing your lips to pout.
“I appreciate you looking out for me, Hyune. I couldn't ask for a better friend,” you tell him, tracing random shapes on your table.
“I better be your best man at the wedding,” he jokes, bringing the mood back up.
You let out a cackle, and you tip your head back. “You'd have to take that up with Chris,” you remind him while shaking your head.
“Oh don't you worry, I'll be sure he knows!” He chuckles. “I have to go. If you see him, tell him I said hi.”
You agree to his request before you bid him goodbye. You hang up the phone and go back to your delivery app. You remember him mentioning that he loves sushi, so that's what you'll order.
After waiting for twenty minutes for the food to arrive, you quickly hop into your vehicle. You gently set the delivery bag onto your passenger seat, buckling up before backing out of your driveway.
During the drive towards Five-Star Auto, you couldn't help but begin to feel nervous. You and Chris have been on four dates since the day Hyuintro “introduced” you. In your perspective, everything's going well. You're just slightly confused as to why he hasn't made things official yet.
You bite your lip, zoning out at the stoplight as you recall him saying he doesn't have time for relationships. Does he even want one? Is that why he hasn't kissed you again? A million questions run through your head, making you panic a little.
“Maybe he's being respectful,” you mumble to yourself, pressing down on the gas as soon as the light turns green.
You pull into the parking lot of the garage, noticing his vehicle being the only one. You park next to him and shut your vehicle off. A deep breath comes from your lips, trying to calm yourself down before heading inside.
“He'd tell me if he doesn't want to see me anymore,” you say to yourself, looking at your reflection in the mirror.
You grab the food beside you and exit the vehicle. After locking it, you shove your keys into your hoodie pocket. You peek through the open door of the garage, looking for Chris.
“Are you looking for me?” A voice whispers into your ear, causing you to jump. You almost drop the food, miraculously managing to catch it while turning around.
Chris chuckles, his hands resting behind his back. “I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you,” he apologizes, bringing a hand to your arm and gently strokes it.
“How are you so quiet?” You ask him in disbelief, pressing your free hand against your chest. “Every time I see you, you're sneaking up on me.”
“I wouldn't say I'm sneaky,” he mentions, leading you into the place. “I think you're just really bad at noticing your surroundings.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes playfully. “Okay, you got me there,” you groan, tapping your fingers against the bag you're holding. “It's your lunch time, right?”
“It is,” Chris beams, his eyes looking down at your full hands. “Did you bring me lunch?”
“I, I bought us lunch,” you clarify, feeling yourself heating up in embarrassment. “That is if you wanna have lunch with me.”
The grin on his lips widens, and you watch him shake his head. Your fingers grip the bag in your hands, thinking he's going to reject the idea. A gasp leaves your lips when you feel his lips kiss your forehead.
“Of course I want to have lunch with you,” he reassures you, grabbing your free hand before walking into his office.
You sit down in front of his desk, pulling the chair closer so you don't make a mess. You can feel his eyes on you as you untie the plastic bag. “I didn't know what you liked exactly, so I took a guess,” you tell him with flushed cheeks.
You pull the trays of sushi out, setting them in the middle of you both. “Oh, I actually love this one,” Chris points to your favorite, making your heart flutter.
He reaches into the bag, grabbing the two packets of chopsticks. He opens both of them as you uncover the sushi you bought. Chris holds out a pair to you with a smile.
“Thank yo–” you cut yourself off when Chris moves the utensils out of reach. Your eyes meet his, noticing the admiration in them.
“I'm really glad you stopped by,” he says softly, gently placing the chopsticks in your hand. “And thank you for the food.”
Your heart starts to pound against your chest, the tension between you two thickening. “Of course. I
 You make me really happy,” you mention loud enough for him to hear, directing your gaze to the sushi.
Chris stands up from his chair before taking two steps towards you. His index finger hooks beneath your chin, lifting your head slowly. Your breath hitches in your throat as he leans forward.
“You make me happy too,” he whispers, a shiver running down your spine at the feeling of his fingers.
“Can I ask you something?” You ask quietly, your eyes roaming his entire face. Chris nods his head, crouching a bit so you're eye level. You set down the pair of chopsticks before laying your hand over his. “Are you planning to ask me to be yours?”
His eyes widen at your question, and you notice the tips of his ears start to turn red. “I–” Chris pauses, looking down for a few seconds before returning his gaze to you. “I planned on it, yeah. I was just trying to find the right time.”
“Now is fine,” you giggle shyly, removing his hand from your face so you can play with the tips of his fingers.
“It's not too fast?” He asks, furrowing his brow.
You shake your head, confused as to why he would think that. He laces his fingers with yours before kissing the back of your hand.
“I talked to Hyunjin about your ex. He mentioned that he liked to move fast with you and that it made you uncomfortable. So, I was taking things slow until you were ready,” he explains with a sigh.
Oh, I think I'm in love. You think to yourself, bringing your free hand to his cheek. “You are so sweet,” you whisper, closing the space between you.
Chris releases a breathy moan as your lips collide with his. He hasn't kissed you since the night you met, and the feeling he got then is still the same.
You pull away from him before he can deepen it, earning a whine from him. You smile and tap his cheek lovingly. “So, Christopher, can I be yours?” You ask him, planting a couple more kisses on his lips.
“You already are,” he breathes out, pursing his lips during one of your quick kisses.
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sturniologals · 6 months ago
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Make it up to you -m.s
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Dom!Matt x fem!reader
in which~ y/n had a crush on Matt but his friends/football teammates found out and teased you about it, he joined in on the teasing to hide the fact that he has feelings for you but six months later, you’re desperate for a ride to school and Matt is your only option.
warnings~ p in v/ unprotected (don’t be silly,wrap up your willy)/ use of baby, sweetheart, y/n, praise kink, cursing
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I stretched my limbs as I tried to peel my eyes open from my sleepy state. "y/n! Hurry up!" My mom shouted at me, afraid id miss the bus.
"Frickity frickity Frick" I mumbled to myself as I looked over at my phone and saw the time reading 7:15, my bus runs in literally like 7 minutes, theres no way I was gonna make it. I opened up my contacts and called and texted at least five of my friends in hope that I could get a ride from one of them but I failed.
I clicked on my last contact I was going to try and started to call my friend Nick.
She answered and her soft voice spoke "Hey y/n!"
"Hey Nick! Is there any possible way that you could give me a ride to school today?" She hummed to herself as she thought about it.
"im sorry girl, Matt took my car today. He has some thing after school but I can call him. He should be able to pick you up!" He chimes.
"No no no, id rather walk. Thank you tho." I say before we bid our goodbyes and hang up.
I meant that, i really would rather walk. Matthew sturniolo has been my biggest enemy since last year, when I first started high school and became friends with Nick. I had an obvious crush on matt even though he was a bit older. His friends found out because matt overheard me talking to Nick about it one time and his friends started to tease me about it and eventually matt joined in and ever since then, they make jokes and poke fun at me anytime I see them.
"y/n! Why are you still in your fucking pajamas?" My mom says angrily from my door.
"Mom its okay, matt is gonna give me a ride!" I spurt out quickly, just not wanting to get into an argument with her.
“Matt? oh! It’s been forever since you guys have hung out.” My mom says, her mood quickly changing to a more joyous one. I roll my eyes at her words and she tells me she loves me before she leaves out for work.
I stand up and put on a pair of black jeans and a dark blue body suit that accentuates my body perfectly. I finish straightening my hair, my luscious blonde locks flowing perfectly down my shoulders. I sit down at my vanity and apply a few makeup products, really just mascara, and a bit of highlighter. Mid way through my routine, i remember i haven’t called Matt yet. My hands start to tremble a bit as i scroll through my contacts in search of his name.
I reluctantly click the call button under his name and the ringing of my phone makes me shudder. After just two rings, he picks up.
“Y/n?” His deep voice grumble from the speakers on my phone.
“Hi Matt! Can you give me a ride to school?” I say peppily, not wanting him to give me any shit.
“I’ll be there in five.” He says before hanging up.
well, that was easy. i think to myself before spritzing myself with some perfume and slipping on my shoes. I grab my bag and walk through my house.
I get to the front door and see trey pulling in.
perfect timing.
The sight of Matts truck parked in my driveway makes me nervous. I push the nervousness down, pulling all of the courage i have out of me and I start walking down my driveway.
Once i step out of my door, he immediately steps out of his truck and walks to the passenger side and opens the door up. He stands leaning on the door, a small smile on his face.
why is he being so fucking nice?
“Hi y/n.” He says in a seductive voice while his eyes trail over my body. The way he’s looking at me sends a heat straight to my core but i try my best to ignore it. I shoot Matt a side eye and a nod of my head as i step up into his truck. He places his hand on my lower back for support as i climb into his vehicle which has me crossing my legs in the passenger seat. Matt looks at me with a hungry look in his eyes as he shuts the door for me and walks over to the driver side.
He climbs into the seat and takes a deep breath in before turning the key over.
“Thanks for picking me up.” I say in the most nonchalant way that i can.
“Yeah, i mean- you haven’t talked to me in almost 6 months so i was surprised you’d wanted me to.” Matt says while looking at me, our eye contact holding strong.
“I didn’t have any other choice.” I say with a shrug of my shoulders and i can see the pain flash in his eyes as i finish my sentence off and i immediately feel bad.
“No- I didn’t mean-“ I start to correct myself but he cuts me off.
“I get it y/n. I really do- don’t apologize sweetheart. I’ve been an asshole to you for so long and i let my friends make jokes and i’m just- i’m so fucking sorry. I was a coward because you made me- feel things.” Matt spurts out, his confession surprising me but making my heart skip a beat and my pussy convulse at the name he called me.
“Matt-“ I start to speak but he cuts me off yet again.
“Can you come to my football game tonight?” He asks impatiently as he starts to pull out of my driveway.
“Matt, you know i hate going to school functions.”
“Please” He says quickly.
“Okay, i’ll be there.” I say reluctantly. I don’t even really know why he wants me there but it seems important so i agree.
The rest of the ride is silent, just Matt glancing at me every few minutes and at some point his large hands made their way to my knee, slowly trailing up my thigh as i squirmed around in my seat, Matt glancing at my neediness but his hand never moved to my heat.
“Here you go sweetheart.” Matt says as we pull up next to the busy school entrance.
“Aren’t you coming?” I ask him.
“I’ll be here later.” He says with a small smile as he unbuckles my seat belt for me and walks around to open my door. His truck is raised high off of the ground but Matt is so tall that his head is still up to my level when he’s standing on the ground in-front of me. He puts his hands around my waist and picks me up out of his truck. I giggle as he sits me down on the ground. He chuckles and tells me he’ll see me later.
As i walk into school, all that’s going through my head is Matt.
the things he said to me were definitely more than ‘friendly’
why is he being so nice?
is this another joke?
the way his hands were all over me tho

sweetheart?
why does he want me at his game tonight?
i made him feel things?
what things?
i spend the rest of my school day and the whole ride home and the whole time i’m getting ready for the football game also thinking about Matt. The thoughts about him in my head are inevitably erotic and i genuinely can’t help it.
My mom drops me off at the game and i pull at the tight shorts on my legs as i hop out of the car. I walk up into the bleachers and i find a seat that gives me a perfect view of the field. Matt comes out of now where and runs up to the fence that separates us.
“c’mere!” he says loudly, i can see his friends behind him starting to laugh and i get nervous and all of memories of them poking fun at me make me sick and i want to run out of there.
“y/n baby, i said to come here.” Matt demands in a soothing yet firm voice that makes me feel safe. His friends behind him starts staring and looking confused. I am too but i listen to try and walk over to stand over the fence. His eye black is starting to smudge and his hair is tousled perfectly and i’m so close that i can smell his manly musk.
As soon as i’m standing slightly over Matt, he pulls his hands up to my head and pulls me down to him and immediately shoves his lips onto mine. The feeling of his mouth moving over mine is something i’ve wanted to feel for so fucking long. I groan into his mouth as his tongue slips into mine and i can taste the saltiness of his mouth and i’m
craving more. I audibly groan when he pulls away, his lips swollen and pink as he runs back to the field. His friends just staring at him angrily and confused as he flips them off and walks down the field with a smile on his face.
what the fuck just happened?
and why is his whole football team staring at me?
Matt yells at his friends from across the field.
“hey! shitheads! stop staring at my girl and get your asses down here.”
I get butterflies at him calling me ‘his girl’ but then i remember the months of teasing he let his friends do to me and i wipe the smile off of my face quickly. Maybe i should let myself enjoy this tho?
Throughout the whole game, my internal monologue argues with itself. By the end of the game, i decide i want to give him a chance. I believe what he told me. Matt sweaty figure runs up to the fence at the end of the game, they won of course. I’m clapping and smiling at Matt, his eyes looking directly into mine. He puts his arms out over the fence and motions for me to walk over. I do so and he puts his hands on my waist and picks me up over the fence and pulls me onto the field. I smile up at him and he immediately kisses me again.
His friends and even his coach “oooo”-ing at us as he gives me a desperate yet gentle kiss.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since you showed up to my house with your fucking sparkly pink jump rope for cheer practice almost two years ago.” he whispers into my ear as he pulls away. My face goes red with embarrassment.
“You played good.” I say with a proud smile.
He flashes his white teeth at me before one of his friends, jacob, comes up behind Matt. i sigh and immediately get nervous because jacob was one of the main people who teased me. Matt looks over at jacob with sharp eyes, as if he’s warning him to not say anything to me. Jacob just smiles at me. “I’m sorry y/n, i was a dick to you and owen for a long time.”
I nod with a small thin lipped smile.
“you wanna get out of here sweetheart?” owen says to me. I nod my head and he smiles at me as he takes my hand and walks us out of the stadium.
as we walk through the busy parking lot, murmurs from people in our small town are heard.
“ew he’s like- old as fuck.”
“didn’t he literally bully her?”
i block out the noise, Matt squeezing my hand as a sign of comfort.
We get into his truck and i immediately look over at him. “Matt. why?”
he looks at me confusedly. “why what?”
“why did you want me to come tonight?” i ask timidly. He laughs out loud and i grow confused.
“you’re oblivious. I wanted you here tonight so i could kiss you in front of all of the assholes who used to give you shit.” he says with a genuine smile of happiness as he rubs his hand up and down my leg.
“Oh.” I say quietly as it clicks in my head. “Oh!” i say once i get it.
“cmon sweetheart it’s late. i’ll get you home.” Matt says as he reaches over to buckle my seatbelt for me, his long fingers grazing over my chest. Butterflies erupt in my stomach and heat grows between my legs as owen starts his truck and pulls out of the parking lot. His hand is resting on my thigh and quiet music plays, my window cracked slightly allowing some of the cold friday night breeze to flow through the cab of his truck. Every smidge of cold air that hits my skin makes me shudder. My body is extremely sensitive to the touch right now. I look over at owen and his dark eyes are trained on his hand that’s resting on my leg. “you’re so beautiful y/n.” Matt says in a low, seductive voice as his thumb draws circles on my inner thigh.
“pull over.” I say nervously, trying to muster up all of the courage that i have. Matt smirks, knowing what i want as he pulls over by an empty desolate park by some trees that offer a good enough coverage. As soon as he shifts into park, i immediately swing my legs over his lap so i’m straddling. My lips are on his in a hot, sweaty and passionate kiss. The smell of sweat and grass still on Matt makes me impossibly needier.
All of a sudden- Matt pulls my face back.
“Patience baby.” Matt says with an attractive chuckle.
“you’re not gonna fucking tease me all day and then tell me to have patience Matt.” i say firmly as i slowly start to rock my hips back and forth on him, making him groan out.
“oh- don’t- god, y/n.” he says as he throws his head back and shuts his eyes in pleasure as his eyebrows knit together.
“Nuh uh, you owe me six months worth of apologies. You’re gonna be the one making me feel good, yeah?” i say deviously as i cease my movements. Matt eyes open up and meet mine, a smile playing across his features as he laughs and nods his head yes.
“i guess you’re right about that one sweetheart.” he says as he quickly puts a hand on my back and turns me so my back is against the passenger door of his truck as he pulls my ankles up to his shoulders. I groan out as i arch my back needily.
“calm down pretty girl. let me take care of you.” he says softly as he pulls my shorts down my hips. His eyes clench shut together for a second. “you’re so perfect.” he praises as he starts to kiss up my thighs.
“Matt
” i moan out as he gets closer to my core.
he starts to kiss over my clothed cunt before slowly pulling my panties down.
“you’re so soaked. all because of me?” he speaks seductively as i bring my fingers up to his hair and pull his head closer to my pussy impatiently. He laughs out loud before licking a stripe up me which pulls a loud moan out of me. His tongue moves against me quickly and skillfully, pulling more and more noises from me.
“Oh you’re doing so good for me sweetheart.” He says against my cunt before ducking on my bundle of nerves.
“Matt- i’m gonna-“ i pant out, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Finish in my mouth, let me taste you.” he says, which sends me over the edge, screaming his name as his head gets squeezed between my clenching thighs.
I pant out as i come down from my high as owen continues to lick me clean like a starved man.
“good?” he asks with an egotistical expression on his face.
“i’ve had better.” i say sarcastically with a shrug.
“Yeah i bet.” he says as he pulls my shorts back up my legs for me.
I sit up straight and fix my hair in his mirror before i buckle my seat belt and Matt starts to drive again.
“y/n” Matts deep voice speaks out, diverting my attention to him.
“hm?” I hum out.
“I love you.” he says with a small nervous smile on his face. My stomach immediately erupts in butterflies and a smile forms on my face.
“I love you too.” I say as i intertwine my fingers with his.
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lilbitdepressed27 · 6 months ago
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Jenna Ortega x Fem!CopReader
Summary: you are a cop and Jenna's girlfriend
Warnings: fluff, angst
WC: 2.8k
Author's note: hope y'all like it sorry for any mistakes:)
Jenna lived a very busy life. From her schedule going from barely busy to being offered rolls for every possible roll she could dream of. She knew accepting the roll of Wednesday was going to either make her or break her career. She knew accepting such a popular roll would bring her more attention. It had become rare when she had free time. From all the filming she'd have to do, to all the interviews and photo shoots. It had been so exhausting. Physically and mentally. There were moments where she'd cry herself in to a panic.
There had been only one person who could calm her down. And that was her girlfriend of two years and half. One call from her was enough to calm her down. Just to hear her girlfriend's voice was enough, even when she was thousands of miles away. She truly did love her job, there was nothing else she'd rather do. But there was moments where she wished it didn't take so much of a toll on her.
But the moment she was offered a moment of peace she'd hurry back to L.A. Like how she was right now, she was only a few minutes away from her shared home. Although she knew her girlfriend was still working. She couldn't wait to surprise you. You had no clue she was coming home today.
She'd never forget the first time she met you. The way you looked in your uniform was a sight that had her feeling like she was drooling. Seeing you in you uniform never got old. She remembers the day she first saw you like it had been yesterday.
The police had been called on to the set due to a fight breaking out between two crew members. She remembered the day clearly. How two cops had shown up, one being a tall white man. He had been an attractive man she won't deny it but nothing had prepared her for the tall woman that followed behind him. Never had she seen someone so attractive, so breath taking. The way your arms flexed when you had to physically restrain one of the crew members.
The moment her eyes connected with yours, it felt like it was love at first sight. Something she had never believed in before that was until she saw you. The small smile you had shot her way had her heart racing. She knew in that moment, you'd be someone special in her life.
And she wasn't wrong.
Upon arriving at your house, she saw that your truck was not parked in its usual spot. She had hopped that you'd be home by now, but now she could surprise you when you got home. Thanking her driver as she got her bags and headed to the front door.
She couldn't wait to surprise you, she could only hope that you weren't in any more danger. She had her updates on you by one of your coworkers that was of a sister to you.
*
It had been a long day at work. After you got attacked by a few guys, after a stop gone wrong. To being involved in a shot out. All that had happened in the first five hours of your shift. You were sore and bruised. And just so tired. It was good thing your captain gave you the next three days off. You loved being a cop. It had been your dream job since you were a kid. But getting shot at was something you'd never get used to.
"Go rest L/n, you earned it. The last thing we need is for your girlfriend to be angry at us like last time. Who knew she could be so scary." Your friend Aaron who was also police officer joked.
"Hey don't underestimate the short latinas now Aaron."
You chuckled at the newest rookie. Celina was such a great change into the department. You knew she'd be a great cop.
"I'll see you guys later." You bid your goodbyes with a laugh. You really couldn't wait to get home. To lay on your bed and sleep. Well after talking to your girlfriend of course. You missed her a lot, FaceTiming wasn't enough nowadays. But it was the only thing letting you see her beautiful face. She had been away filming for the new season of Wednesday. With her no longer being in Scream 7. She a had bit more free time.
So with that in mind you hurried your way home. With L.A traffic it had taken a bit longer for you to get back home. Feeling relief once getting to your house. You hated coming home to an empty house, the times Jenna would be at home you were quick to get used to her being there. Your home felt so alive when she was home. So the times she was gone, the house felt so empty without her.
Shutting the door behind you, you were only two steps in when you froze in your tracks when you saw the back door open. As a muscle memory you went for your gun that was on your hip. But came back empty seeing as you showered and changed back in the station. Your personal weapon was in a safe, in your room. That was upstairs.
With your training coming at you, you were quiet as you made your way further into the house. Clearing every room you passed. Hoping that your training officer Harper's hand to hand combat would come in handy. There was noise coming from your gaming room. Even with your job, you still had time to game for a few minutes.
But if someone was in your gaming room. You knew they were most likely stealing. You had expensive equipment in there. Equipment you bought and other things Jenna bought you. The lights in the room were off, the only light in the room was coming from the hall. Meaning you could only see the figure of the intruder.
Using the wall as cover. They seemed small, easy enough for you hopefully to intimate them and if they react you could take them down. That's if they had no weapons.
"Police freeze, don't do anything stupid." Using your police voice. One of authority. You had to turn on the lights. Make sure they didn't have any weapons before you could fully come out of your cover.
"Mmm what are you going to do with me Officer."
"Jenna?" You turned on the light, smiling when you realized in fact it was your girlfriend who you hadn't seen in person the past four months. You had her in your arms in seconds. Your arms wrapping around her waist, lifting her off her feet. Her squeal was like a blessing in your ears. Her own arms wrapping themselves around your shoulder. Returning your hug just as tight.
The kiss that followed was filled with some love and so much more. You couldn't believe she was here with you. You couldn't believe that after four months she was back in your arms. The pain and soreness from your day was completely ignored, and honestly forgotten.
"God I missed you so much." You pulled away resting your forehead onto hers. With her legs wrapping around your waist you led her to your shared room. Hearing laughter as you continued to kiss all over her face.
"Put me down. I know you're bruised. Angela called me. Let me see you."
You should have known. The woman you work with, the ones you looked up to, they were more like sisters. Angela, Lucy and Nyla. They had grown fond of Jenna and you knew your girlfriend had grown a bond with them. So it was no surprise they told her about what happened today. With a sigh you took of your shirt. Revealing all your bruises and scraps.
You heard her gasp at the bruises.
"Hey I'm okay. Nothing I can't handle."
But she stayed looking at your bruises. Her fingers hovered over the bruises afraid of hurting you. Once she had heard what happened from Angela. She had been quick to try and call you. It was no surprise that you didn't answer. When she couldn't reach you, she had gone straight to the internet. Seeing the short videos of you being attacked. The way you were brutally assaulted by those men. It scared her how often you came close to dangerous situations.
"It still scares me. I don't want anything to happen to you."
You pulled her closer to you, wanting to comfort her in any way you could. "Baby look at me." Taking her cheeks into your hands, pulling her gaze away from your body to your eyes. Offering a gente smile.
"I can't promise that nothing will happen to me but I can promise that I'll try my very best to come back to you." Lightly placing pecks on her lips till you felt her smile.
"I know but ugh why can't you just work for me as my bodyguard or something." She complained as looked up at you, her hands creasing your bare lower back.
With a laugh you lead Jenna towards your shared room. "How about you tell me how filming went?"
"No how about you use that police voice, officer. I've been very bad."
It was good thing you had the next few days off. Seeing as you didn't get any sleep, the ache and soreness of the day was completely forgotten at the sight of your beautiful girlfriend's body.
*
"Oh my god you look so cute!" Jenna had put on the documentary you had been in. The documentary had been about a once famous celebrity, he's rolls had dried up, leading him into making cult of the students he was teaching.
It was a whole thing.
You were in a seat in your dress blues, you honestly looked awkward. "No I don't! I look like I'm constipated." You protested you didn't want to do the documentary in the first place. But your captain had kinda forced you. Seeing as you were one of the first cops to arrive on the scene.
"No you don't. Such sexy cop and you're all mine."
Her arm that was wrapped around your waist tighten. Her head was that had been resting on your chest was lifted as she looked up at you. Her eyes full with so much love.
"All yours." The smile you got return had you feeling like you won the lottery. Her smile was like a light in a dark room.
Lightly kissing you before pulling away to watch the parts of documentary you were in.
"Why can't we watch Wednesday? I was getting to the good part." You played with her long wavy hair. Gently scratching her skull, feeling the way her body basically melted on top of yours. You could tell she was tired. The way her eyes were fighting the sleep. A part of you wanted to take up her offer of being her bodyguard. You knew she struggled to sleep when she was busy. At least if you were with her. You could make sure she actually rests and take care of herself.
But you also loved your job. You had worked hard to be in the position you were in now. Not to mention the family you had found. You couldn't just leave them.
"You know I hate seeing myself on screen." Her finger traced random shapes on your bare stomach. Making sure not to hurt your bruises. Being back in your arms was everything she had wanted for the past months.
"But I love seeing you in action I-" You let out a laugh at the sight of her raised eyebrow, the suggestive smile she shot your way. "Stop, get your dirty mind out of there." The actress only let out a laugh, her smile only growing, it was a sight you loved dearly.
Jenna laid her head back down on your chest. Looking back at the television seeing you answering questions with your 'police officer' look. It was a look she found attractive, you looked so serious, so professional.
"Officer Y/ln, you've been an officer for three years now. Was this your craziest experience?"
She watched as you let out a short laugh, "Not even close. But this was one goes down as probably one the weirdest."
"Oh what was the craziest?"
"Mmh I don't-Oh! Tell them about the time a party mistook you and Bradford as strippers!" Was heard from behind the camera.
You had prepared yourself for the full on belly laugh the actress let out. You had once told her about that incident. You had never been so mortified and embarrassed in your life. Hearing the filming crew laugh had you chuckling as you clearly saw the blush on your own cheeks.
"Oh my god I can't believe Lucy brought that up."
"Me neither. Tim was pretty embarrassed as well."
The rest of the day was spent with Jenna in your arms. Taking advantage of the free day you both had. You couldn't ask for anything more.
*
"Just be safe okay?"
You were now back at work. The days you had off had passed way too fast. Your lovely girlfriend was still at your house enjoying her own free time. You were working the night shift for the next few days, along side your partner. Leaving for work had never been so hard. A part of you didn't want to leave Jenna's side. You had been so comfy laying on the couch with her before you had to get up and leave for work.
"Y/LN! Let's go, we have to question victims of a drive by."
And with that you were of to do your job.
*
The sun set and it had become dark out. The street lights came on, the streets empty, as faint sounds of yelling and gun shots rang out. The two officers trying their best to escape the suspects of the drive by they had been called to investigate further. With the ammunition quickly running low and their radios down they had no other option but to run from the suspected killers. Running into an apartment complex hoping they'd find someone that could help.
~
Jenna sat back on the couch watching the documentary you were in once again. She couldn't get over how attractive you looked on tv. While she waited for you to get from work, she made herself busy, by cleaning the house(which she didn't have to do much. You're a clean person.)
She also texted you. You always texted back. Even if the text was short. Most of your night shifts were always quiet. So you'd respond to her in full length texts. And when you were actually busy a simple thumbs up emoji would settle her nerves. But the last text she sent you was thirty minutes ago. By this point she would have gotten a simple emoji. But she was yet to receive anything. You hadn't even opened the text.
She couldn't help but to worry, her gut was telling her something was wrong. So she called one of your coworkers. Angela. Hoping the older woman could settle her nerves.
~
More gun shots rang out, the two officers had tried their best. Doing everything they could possibly do with the little ammunition they had left. Yet at the end it had not been enough. They were still out numbered.
Cutting through an alley had not been the smartest decision on the officers part but yet they had no choice. The only sound they could hear was of the dogs barking aggressively, the sound of their boots hitting the wet hard pavement and their heavy breathing.
Those criminals were out for blood and it was the exact thing they were getting. As they drove in from the other side of the alley successfully shooting one of the officers.
The shooting stopped as one of the officers successfully put down the two criminals. Their moment of relief quickly came crashing down at the sight of their partner on the floor.
The cries, the begging for their partner to stay down, to remain calm felt like they echoed. The cries for help as their partner chocked on their blood before going limp. Completely unaware of the criminals sneaking behind.
The officer noticed a moment too late, not being quick enough to reach their gun before the gun fire rang out once again.
**
It was two hours after she got off the phone with Angela when there was a knock on the door. She had moved quickly to reach the door. Swinging it open when she saw that it was Angela on the security cameras.
Angela didn't have to say anything. The look on her face said it all.
"No. No. No."
The cry was filled with denial, pain, heartache. The older woman could try to comfort the short actress. Although there was absolutely nothing she could do.
You were dead.
Gone.
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kingkatsuki · 2 years ago
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— when he catches you crying
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Masterlist.
Warnings: none (although not proofread soz.)
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.
Word Count: 1.8k.
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There were some days where being Dynamight’s secretary weren’t always perfect. Thousands of people online wished they could be where you are right now, a position that had you working closely with the number two hero, and of course you were thankful. But some days you just wished time would speed up and you could go home and climb into bed. Daydreaming about having some sort of time-changing quirk so you wouldn’t have to put up with those terrible work days, and instead speed through them.
Being the number two hero meant that he was constantly in demand. Whether it was companies trying to get ahold of him for collaborations, agencies hoping to get Dynamight to team up on missions, brand ambassadors trying to send him a slew of freebies from clothing to charcuterie boards or the media hoping to get the first scoop the phone was constantly ringing off the hook.
Luckily for you most of these calls were intercepted lower down, the Dynamight PR team were always quick to filter out the quality calls and give courteous, personalised responses each time. But that didn’t mean the ones that finally managed to reach your floor, his floor, were any kinder. Having a timed appointment call with the Pro didn’t actually mean you’d manage to get him on the line, as most people in the industry had now leaned Dynamight worked on his schedule, no one else’s. And most of the time callers were sympathetic to you, but not always.
You’d had to apologise to a brand for Dynamight being unavailable at the appointed time, a last minute meeting with Pro-Hero Hawks meant that he was now stuck inside his office for the foreseeable. Something that you knew irked Bakugou to no end, knowing he’d probably rather take this mundane call than spend more than five minutes alone with the feathered hero. But work was work, and while he was being supposedly tortured inside, you were now subject to a slew of insults on the phone with the head of the company.
Usually you’d just hang up at this point, the insults you faced not worth whatever price they were willing to pay for Dynamight’s face on their posters. But you were already having a bad day, and the words came hard and fast. No matter how polite you tried to be, they cut deep. Feeling your throat begin to tighten as pearly tears clung to your lash line, threatening to spill down your cheeks. You slammed the phone down in irritation as you pushed the chair back from your desk, leaving without another thought as you went to compose yourself in the bathroom.
It wasn’t long after that Bakugou stepped out of his office, noticing the disappointed look on Hawks face when he’d moved directly towards your desk to bid you a farewell (and probably flirt with you for the next fifteen minutes, Bakugou supposed), and noticed you were no longer there.
The phone sat ringing unanswered and you always told him when you were going on lunch or leaving the floor, even if it was just a sweet little email. Rolling his eyes at Hawks teasing when he noticed Bakugou’s expression diminish slightly too as he stepped into the elevator.
“That’s a shame, I was hoping to take her to lunch after our little meeting,” Hawks grinned, “Tell her I said goodbye, yeah?”
Fucking prick. Bakugou seethed as he went towards the end of the hall to ask one of your co-workers where you’d gone, hearing that you’d had a pretty shitty phone call and you’d made your way to the women’s bathrooms on the floor below.
Ignoring his schedule, he made his way towards the stairs. Retracing your footsteps as he found the door to the ladies restrooms and ignored the writing on the front as he shoved it open to step inside. Thankful that it seemed to be empty, aside from the muffled sobs coming from one of the stalls. A sound that seemingly quietened as the door opened, clearly trying to hide yourself away from anyone listening to you.
“Hey,” Bakugou knocked on the door lightly as he leaned against the door, his signature boots visible to you beneath as your eyes widened in surprise that your boss had found you like this, in the women’s bathroom no less.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” You sniffled, dabbing the paper tissue against your wet cheeks, “It’s the womens—”
“Yeah, I fuckin’ know.” His voice came out rougher than he’d intended, the sound had fresh tears welling in your eyes as you thought you’d upset him even more by leaving your desk unmanned.
“I’ll be back up in a sec, I’m sorry for leaving the phone ringing I’ll—” Your throat was hoarse as you rambled your apologies to him, the guilt swirling in your abdomen as you tried to blink back the pearly wet tears.
“Stop it, that ain’t why I’m here.” He scoffed, “Just open the door.”
“I’ll just be a few minutes, I’ll see you back in the office.” You were certain you probably looked awful. Your mascara was definitely lined down your cheeks if the darkened tissue was anything to go by, and your eyes were surely red.
“Open the door, sweetheart.” He continued, “I just wanna make sure you’re alright.”
“I’m fine.” You mumbled.
“Don’t lie to me,” He whispered, “I wanna know what’s got my secretary sobbin’ in the toilet before midday.”
“It’s nothing, honestly.” You didn’t even know how to tell him that a random stranger on the phone made you cry, especially when you should’ve been thicker skinned working below the number two.
“I could get forty grievances against me for this, you know. Dynamight in the fuckin’ ladies.” Bakugou smiled slightly as you couldn’t help but huff out a small laugh on the other side, “So I think you can tell me what’s wrong.”
You were silent inside the stall as Bakugou lay the side of his head against the door, trying to listen to you as he tried one final time to get you to come out.
“Was it me?” He mumbled, and you felt your stomach drop that he could even think it was something he’d done.
“No!” You retorted swiftly.
“So what was it?” He continued.
You weren’t even sure what to tell him, you’d cried over a stupid clothing brand, or whatever it was he was trying to sell. You should be stronger as Dynamight’s secretary, have thicker skin, not cry over any random stranger that’s mean to you on the phone.
“Come on, sweetheart. Please?” He murmured gruffly, “I know people think I’m a fuckin’ asshole but I ain’t about to leave without checkin’ on you. Let me see that you’re alright and I’ll leave you alone, yeah?”
You hated the way your body reacted to him, even like this he had your heart pounding against your ribcage as you sniffled, wiping your cheeks a final time as you moved to open the door.
Bakugou was leaning against the doorframe casually as worried crimson eyes looked down at you, his brows were still furrowed deeply as though he was irritated at you and this made fresh tears well in your eyes as you tried to look to the ground.
“‘m sorry.” Your bottom lip trembled as you felt the hot tears begin to stream down your face again, but what happened next shocked you even more.
“C’mere, shitty woman.” Bakugou’s forearm reached up to circle around your neck, bringing your entire frame against his as he pressed your face into his chest. The comforting touch had your tears freely flowing as you soaked the soft, probably expensive, fabric of his shirt. But he didn’t seem to care, his other hand still buried inside his pants pocket as he held you steady against him, eventually resting his chin on the top of your head as he let you cry.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He hummed, “Let it all out.”
Bakugou knew what it was like to cry alone, the isolation and the ache it caused as his chest heaved and throat tightened. The sheer number of times he’d wished someone was there for him, to pat his back and tell him it would be okay, and seeing the woman he was so desperately in love with the same way, hurt.
And you let yourself cry, the tears immediately soaking into him as the damp material of his shirt stuck to your cheeks, the scent of him comforting as you sniffed to try and inhale every part of it. Letting yourself melt into him as he swayed slightly while you cried into his chest in the bathroom.
Once the tears stopped falling you pulled back with bleary eyes, your head throbbing slightly from the length of time you’d been crying as he gave you a lazy, close lipped smile.
“There she is,” He murmured, resisting the urge to reach up with calloused thumbs and wipe the final few tears away, “Can’t believe you got me in the girls bathroom.”
You felt guilty at that, knowing that he was supposed to be taking a phonecall from Pro-Hero Deku right now before he went into his afternoon patrol.
“Take the rest of the day,” He cut you off before you’d even had a moment to utter your first objection, your mouth still agape as you readied to speak, “I ain’t taking no for an answer, grab your shit and get out.”
He sounded harsh, but you could hear the softness to his voice as he stepped away from you, grimacing when you noticed your makeup staining his shirt as he moved to leave the bathrooms.
“And you get me personally if that fucker ever calls back again, yeah?”
What he’d really wanted to say was, he’d take every single grievance he got for this just to make sure that you were okay, because you were more important than any of that.
“Thanks, Dynamight.” You mumbled, watching him leave the ladies restroom as you stepped towards the sinks to clean your face. Grimacing when you caught sight of just how awful you looked when you met your reflection in the mirror.
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What you didn’t know was that same afternoon, Bakugou got a call from the same company that had berated you and made you cry. Leaning back in his chair as he listened to the man ramble on the phone about how excited they’d be to work with a Hero such as Dynamight, and the plans they had in mind. But Bakugou told them he’d never work for them, and he would ensure every hero in the top twenty would do the same. Because no amount of money was worth it after he’d seen you cry.
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personasintro · 1 year ago
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Mutual Help | #39
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↳ 𝐬đČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏀ he calls it mutual help
⇱ đ©đšđąđ«đąđ§đ : jungkook x reader
⇱ đ đžđ§đ«đž: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn
⇱ đ°đšđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: explicit language
⇱ đ°đšđ«đ 𝐜𝐹𝐼𝐧𝐭: 25k+
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As soon as you wake up, you expect to be greeted with light or even sun rays peeking through the blinds. The reality is different and it hits you as soon as you crack your eyes open, greeted with barely any light. Even through the blinds you can make out the lack of sun. It's still dark outside which means it's too early for you to be awake.
Even in your sleeping daze you could've recognized yourself tossing for the past twenty minutes, too stubborn to open your eyes which ended up with you dozing off between sleep and being awake.
Last night's memories are fresh, properly tucked in your mind which caused you to dream about the weirdest things but also things connected to yesterday. From your conversation with Jungkook and his obvious worry, to your conversation with Kiko. Oh, and the clear image of Jungkook staring at you from across the room with knowing eyes.
He didn't go to talk to you like you expected him to. Maybe he tried, you kept avoiding him whenever he was in a close proximity or in the same circle of group. Not long after that you felt yourself getting tired, but mostly too tired to deal with more drama which caused you to silently slip away from the party, and find your safe hiding upstairs with Haneul by your side.
He looked like he had fun. You could see the alcohol he drank made him a little bit tipsy and sleepy. The two of you fell asleep as soon as you hit the expensive mattress and its softness.
Reaching for your phone, you check the time somehow thrown off to see it's barely seven in the morning. You've barely slept but you can't bring yourself to go back to sleep. You wish it was that easy.
Glancing at Haneul, you see him sleeping soundlessly and comfortably, something you secretly are jealous of. He looks peaceful, not moving an inch as his soft snores are muffled by the pillow while his face is pressed into it.
You lay there for a while, maybe five minutes, but even that seems to be too boring and the wooden ceiling is no different. You wish you could just lay there for the rest of the trip, not wanting to face Jungkook and the look of hurt once he finds out about your little confrontation with Kiko. Was it a confrontation though? Maybe he already knows, judging by the memory of his dark glare he sent you last night after Kiko whispered something to him and went upstairs.
Shortly, he went after her, maybe a few minutes later after you and Haneul bid everyone goodnight. Haneul's tipsiness was a perfect excuse to slip away from the party and avoid Taehyung's whines and pleads of another round of shots. At least you think it was Jungkook judging by the sound of footsteps. It sounded like his footsteps, stable and big but not loud enough.
Ah, this is torturing you.
Slipping off the bed, you stretch your arms and glance at Haneul for the last time before you decide to get ready for the day. You rummage through your suitcase for a moment before you pull out your toothbrush out of your mini travel bag. Your pajamas are decent enough, just a simple long sleeved and dark blue set with buttons in front. There's a low chance of anyone being awake right now, considering the four of you were the first ones to go upstairs. Who knows how long they partied.
Slowly opening the door, you walk out of the room and use the closest bathroom on the second floor. Yes, the floor has three bathrooms in total. You're not surprised at this point by the number of rooms, this cabin is huge.
The hallway is quiet and all of the rooms are closed, meaning everyone is still asleep like you thought. You can already tell you're going to be so tired and sleepy throughout the day, but the thought of going back to bed is non-existent at the moment. You've to occupy yourself and mostly your mind to keep yourself from overthinking everything. Maybe you should set a new plan of avoiding Jungkook.
You don't want to fight. You don't want to spill any more honesty at him, knowing it hurts him to see you and Kiko not getting along. It's you who don't want to get along, but it's only understandable. To be honest, you were a little bit petty in some moments and throughout the day. But your stubborn self doesn't regret it, maybe a little when you looked at Jungkook's disappointed eyes.
Reaching for the rounded handle of the bathroom, you twist it open and immediately stop at the sight in front of you. If you weren't so shocked, you'd probably laugh at the absurdity and coincidence.
Big eyed Jungkook stares at you surprised, a little taken aback from the sudden interruptance of him brushing his teeth. The toothbrush stays in his mouth as the toothpaste covers the corners of his mouth, while he stares at you with those doe eyes. His hair is messy and the scent of Jungkook's aftershave, the one he always uses, lingers in the air. You can notice the humidity in the bathroom meaning he had to take a shower just a few minutes ago.
The thought of running into him while he's taking a shower makes you embarrassed for some reason. It's not like you haven't seen him naked. And it's certainly not like you haven't taken a shower with him too. But things are different now.
"Mornin'," he mutters, voice muffled by the toothpaste before he leans down towards the sink and spits it there.
Your eyes travel down his body quickly, noticing him wearing his favorite pair of gray sweatpants and oversized black shirt. By the time Jungkook is straightening himself, your eyes linger on his face as you mutter a single 'morning' back at him.
"I'll just come back later." you tell him, giving him a tight smile and ready to run for those hills, the ones he mentioned yesterday when you bumped into him.
If your heart wasn't beating so fast by the unexpected presence of him, maybe you'd laugh at this too. Now that you think about it, it kind of makes sense he's awake. He's an early bird, but you would expect him to lay in bed with his girlfriend. Ah, there's that pettiness again...
"No, please don't go," he ushers to say, just as you're turning around. You stop, glancing at him with a slight furrow of your brows. "I mean, I'm almost finished. You don't have to leave, I'll just scoot back."
There's an evident raspiness in his morning voice and if you look closely, you can see his eyes are a little bit swollen with the lack of sleep. You can't say you look differently. You haven't seen yourself in the mirror but you're sure you don't look any different. From what you can see, Jungkook looks ready for the day while you're standing in the doorway with a messy bun and crinkled pajamas.
Maybe you could just turn around and insist on coming back later, knowing that'd just cause him to look like a kicked puppy that got rejected. Even now, he stares at you with a soft and pleading gaze that makes you let out a little sigh, as you close the door behind you.
"I didn't know anyone is in here," you tell him quietly, walking towards the sink where he's standing. "I didn't know anyone would be awake at this time, to be honest."
You set the cover from your toothbrush on the edge of the sink, next to a golden bottle of soap that looks certainly fancy and you know it smells like lavender because you used it yesterday.
"Couldn't sleep," Jungkook mutters, scooting back slightly just like he told you he would.
There's obvious tension in the air, it's not thick but surely recognizable. Or maybe it's just the awkwardness between you two because none of you voice out the elephant in the room.
You hum, silently agreeing with him as you put a small amount of toothpaste on your purple toothbrush. The two of you brush your teeth together, standing beside each other while every now and then one of you spits the toothpaste. Whenever Jungkook leans down to spit it out, you stare at the nape of his neck and his fluffy raven hair.
You can barely look at his face, clearly seeing him in the reflection of the mirror but you avoid just looking at it and you stare into the sink silently, all while brushing your teeth.
Jungkook is the first one done, putting his black toothbrush in one of the golden cups that match the soap's bottle. From your peripheral view you can clearly see him drying his mouth into a small towel.
While he's doing all that, you finish brushing your teeth and face quickly. The sound of water is a perfect reason to break the awkward silence. When you're all done, you put your toothbrush next to Jungkook's into the cup.
"Y/N, can we--"
"I gotta go." you squeak out, shutting your eyes in embarrassment as soon as you're turned with your back to him, rushing out of the bathroom to the safety of your room.
Fuck, that was so awkward and embarrassing. 
You feel bad, running away from him like that. Maybe it'd be better to just talk to him. It doesn't help that he literally looked and seemed so soft, almost vulnerable as he tried to talk to you but you just ignored him like that. You feel like a bitch, but your unknown fear got the best out of you.
You'll talk to him later. Next time he tries to talk to you, you'll just stay there and talk. Avoiding him is not going to solve anything, you try to tell yourself. You still have a few days to spend on this trip. You can't spend it avoiding your best friend. You came here to have fun, and with him too.
Haneul is still sleeping, which you can see when you come into the room, seeing him sprawled on the bed taking up the whole space. Leaning against the door, you stay there with your little guilt before you decide to put on some clothes.
Alright, if you see Jungkook today and he wants to talk, you will talk to him. You assure yourself as you're putting on black leggings, reaching for an oversized white sweater. It's fluffy and funnily enough, it brings comfort to your tense self.
You hear a set of footsteps, followed by hushed and distant voices. You wait for a moment, standing in the middle of the room fully dressed. Oh god, you feel ridiculous. What's the big deal? You'll come out of the room, not scared of anything and ready to face your best friend, not cowardly rushing out of the same room he is in.
This is ridiculous, you tell yourself as you peek from the room, silently opening the door. You mentally snort at yourself, your actions and thoughts completely acting differently.
You almost flinch when you see the bathroom's door being opened, the same one you and Jungkook were in and you almost fling back to the room. You stop yourself though, surprised to see sleepy and yawning Taehyung coming out of there. His hair is a mess and you giggle at the sight of him, moving slowly like an old grandpa before he starts walking in your direction.
His head lifts up, noticing your head peeking from the room almost immediately.
"You're an early bird, too?" he sleepily asks, not really looking for an answer as you let yourself come out of the room instead of ridiculously peeking from it.
"What do you mean?"
"I bumped into Jungkook in the bathroom." he explains, not noticing the way you awkwardly look away at the mention of him.
You don't burden him by saying you actually bumped into him too, quite unexpectedly, not wanting to give him another reason to ship you like he claimed he does, or used to. But he also looks too tired to fully even care about you and him. It's not important anyway.
"Aren't you an early bird too? You're up early." you tell him, chuckling as he stops beside you and fumbles his right eye while yawning.
"Oh no, I just wanted to take a piss and I'm going to grab some painkillers. My head is killing me after those tequila shots," he confesses, making you giggle at the mention of his famous tequila shots. "I'm not sure if I will be able to go back to sleep, my head is about to burst."
Your head maybe isn't about to go burst by the amount of alcohol you've drank yesterday, because it wasn't much. But you certainly won't be able to go back to sleep, and compared to Taehyung you're quite certain of that.
"Are you going downstairs? I think Jungkook is making himself breakfast."
Even through the sleepiness and puffiness of Taehyung's eyes, you almost panic when he looks at you curiously. "Ah, no. I need to do my make-up."
It's a lame excuse because you could care less about make-up right now. Fortunately, Taehyung just shrugs and goes downstairs lazily. You sigh of relief, going back to the room.
You play with your phone, killing some time by checking your social media and what everyone has been up to, until your phone vibrates with a new message from Taehyung.
TaeTae: meet me at the gym asap
You stare confusingly at the screen. You know Taehyung started working out, actually has grown quite interested in it for the past few weeks but he looked too tired to think about working out. Who knows, maybe he really can't go back to sleep and working out is a nice way of awakening him.
If you were interested in that activity too, maybe you'd try it. You're just too lazy to do any of that.
"I don't know where the gym is"
You text him back. Remembering Seokjin's talk he gave you after everyone came here, you do remember him mentioning there's a decent gym in the cabin too. Why? You don't know. You expect people to come here and relax, not spend time working out and being locked in a gym.
You don't get any message after that, growing quite annoyed at him for not responding back since he's the first one who texted you. Sighing, you decide to put some make-up after all. Nothing too much, just a light coat of make-up on your dark circles, to hide the lack of your sleep.
By the time you come downstairs, met with the emptiness of this cabin, you grow slightly annoyed by the amount of doors and different rooms. Trying to find the gym, you hear little clicking sounds on the other side of the room, the room at the very end of the hall. Looks like you found it.
You open the door, ready to curse at Taehyung for not texting you back but just as you open your mouth, your jaw almost falls down to the floor. Taehyung is nowhere to be seen, so your curse dies on your tongue as you see Jungkook instead.
There is him, working out shirtless and exposing all of his tattoos as he's lifting dumbbells, letting out a low grunt while his lips are pressed together. His previous black shirt is thrown over the flat bench press while he stands next to it, lifting the weights. Even those grey sweatpants lay low on his hips, making his v-line visible as it disappears underneath the hem. You gulp, especially by the evident soft bulge that's too evident and visible in those sweatpants.
The door closes after you with a loud thud, causing him to look up and your eyes meet immediately, too late to back out. It's not like you thought about it because you're still quite shocked to see him here. Especially his current appearance.
"Great, you came." he says through a grunt, putting down the dumbbells with a hollow thud.
Suddenly it all makes sense.
"You're the one who texted me."
He looks you straight in the eyes, reaching for the towel as he wipes the sweat dripping down his chest. You stand in the same place, not being able to move as your feet seem glued to the floor.
He did use Taehyung's phone who mindlessly put it on the kitchen counter, while he searched for the painkillers. Shamefully, Jungkook reached for his phone and texted you from it without his friend knowing.
"Would you come here if I texted you from my phone number or if you knew it was me?" he asks casually, tossing the towel next to his shirt as you keep your eyes attached to his face.
You do it purposely, not trusting yourself to look elsewhere. He is making you frustrated, there's no point denying that.
You purse your lips in answer, getting a deadpanned 'exactly' from Jungkook.
Not bringing yourself to answer, you cross your arms over your chest to hide your discomfort.
"Can we talk? I know you've been avoiding me." he says straight away, noticing the way your cheeks flush at his bluntness and the fact he's right.
You bite into the inside of your cheek, thinking about it for a moment before you sigh, walking towards him.
There are so many different gym equipment, you're not even sure what's the half of it but you decide to come up to the pommel horse. You hop on it, sitting on it between two big handles while swinging your legs slightly.
"Okay, let's talk." you murmur, looking at Jungkook who's closing the lid of a water bottle which he drank from and tosses it on the floor.
"What happened yesterday?" he asks, not beating around the bush as you tense for a second before you give him a simple shrug.
"What do you mean?"
The corner of his mouth quirks up in an amused smirk, head slightly shaking as he looks up, staring right back at you.
"Don't do this," he says, "Don't pretend as if you don't know what I'm talking about."
"I'm not pretending. Elaborate, a lot happened yesterday." you tell him honestly, even if you get an idea what he's talking about. You don't make it known to yourself, but you tense a little at the fact he sees right through you.
You're just being reminded how well he knows you.
"That's it, I don't know what exactly happened but I know it had something to do with you."
You scoff at that, "Me? Sounds to me like everything is my fault."
Jungkook shakes his head, walking towards you as he stops just a meter away from your sitting figure. You swing your legs slightly, trying to look careless and clueless but it's just a way to ease down your nervosity.
"That's not what I meant," he tells you, "I'm sorry if I hurt you by talking to you in the grocery shop."
"You didn't hurt me," you correct him, "You annoyed me. The more you pressure me and give me those pep-talks, the more I'm annoyed." you confess, surprised how easy that came out of you.
On another note, talking to Jungkook has always been easy.
"I'm sorry," he apologizes, "I didn't want to make you feel as if I'm pressuring you. You know why I talked to you about that specifically."
"Yes, because of Kiko. Because that's all you seem to think and care about." you point out.
"That's not true. I think and care about you too."
You scoff at that, shaking your head slightly while your hands grasp the edges of the pommel horse. Who the fuck exercises on this? It's quite high too. You barely jumped on it.
"Do you?" you deadpan sarcastically, hearing him sigh.
"You know why I talked to you about that. It wasn't just about Kiko. You don't have to be friends with her, I'd never ask you to do that. But you know how important your acceptance is for me. I care about you too, Y/N, don't ever question that."
"Why is it even that important to you? My acceptance. I told you I respect your decision and it's your relationship, leave me out of it."
"You're not making it very easy to leave you out of it when you sometimes react the way you do," he points out, causing you to scowl at him. "You know what I'm talking about. Anyone could tell you're not pleased to be around Kiko. But are you really respecting my decision though?"
"Well, I haven't told her what a bitch she is." you shrug, Jungkook glaring at you as you just simply and innocently shrug back.
"This is what I'm talking about," he says, "You know she cried in our room before the party? It hurts her to know you don't like her. And you don't have to like her, but please, tone down your obvious dislike and let's not be childish. Not just for her, but it's not easy for me to watch too."
"You're fucking confusing." you spit, but he doesn't seem surprised.
"How am I confusing? The two most important people in my life don't get along and I don't know what to fucking do about it. Do you know how much it bothers me? I understand you, I'm trying to tell myself that you're like this because you're my best friend. But don't you get it, it's not easy for me too?"
"I know it's not," you mumble, looking down into your lap. "I just can't help it. I don't trust her."
Jungkook stays silent for a moment, but you see him rub his face.
"I know something happened between you two yesterday. I just don't know what. Kiko won't tell me anything."
This means Kiko hasn't told him about your conversation. You've no idea why not. You'd expect her to tell him and maybe cry on his shoulder, but she didn't.
"And why do you assume it has something to do with me straight away? Why am I always the bad guy?" you exclaim, growing frustrated but only because he's not stupid and catching onto something.
"Nobody is saying you're the bad guy for fucks sake," Jungkook sighs exhaustedly, "But I told you you're awful at lying and I could see the guilt on your face last night from miles away."
What Jungkook remembers is Kiko coming up to him, saying she's heading to the bed because she's tired. It didn't take him long to notice the weird shift in her features until he figured she's hiding something. Her voice was soft and she didn't want to talk long sentences, as if she was scared her voice would break. She tried to brush him off whenever he voiced his worry, asked what happened but she would just shake her head and tell him she's just tired and the wine must've got to her head. But he knew that wasn't true, she wasn't nowhere near drunk. She seemed hurt, like seconds from crying but before Jungkook could try to get her to talk, she quickly rushed away.
And that's when he saw you already looking at their interaction, staring at Jungkook with the guilt in your eyes. He had the gut feeling you knew what that was about.
Pursing your lips, you wonder what to tell him. You're not sure what is the right thing to say. There's no point in lying.
"Okay, fine. We talked last night," you exclaim, a little frustrated, "But in my defense, she came up to me and wanted to talk. I was very successful at ignoring her and minding my own business." you add, seeing Jungkook roll his eyes.
"Okay, what she wanted to talk about?"
"Bullshit, what else." you mutter dryly.
"Y/N, I'm trying to have a decent conversation." Jungkook reminds you, frowning at you as you sigh.
"Fine," you roll your eyes, "But it's still bullshit if you ask me," Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose as you quickly put your arms in surrender. "She wanted to... I don't know be friends with me?"
"Okay, what did she tell you?" Jungkook nods, listening to you carefully.
"She asked me if I'm having fun. She wanted to talk to me, but I told her straight away that I've no interest in playing friends with her. Then she mentioned we should at least try for your sake," His features soften and you roll your eyes. "So I gave her a piece of my mind."
Jungkook's look drops and he frowns at you. "What exactly did you tell her?"
"Exactly, you mean like in detail?"
"Oh for fucks sake Y/N, yes!" Jungkook exclaims, causing you to frown and pout at the same time before you sigh annoyingly.
"I told her she should've thought about your sake sooner," you shrug, proud of yourself because yes, you told her the truth. Even if it wasn't necessary. "Then I told her that I'm already thinking about your sake. And I told her I won't be a bitch towards her but I'm not gonna pretend that I like her."
Jungkook doesn't seem pleased by that, but he nods nevertheless trying to process what you've just told him.
"I know you don't like her, but she's trying. Don't you see that?" he asks silently, sounding tired from all of this.
"I don't want her trying. I want her to leave me the fuck alone." you tell him, not waiting a second before you burst at him.
"Well, I think you accomplished that," he tells you sarcastically, "I'm sure she won't bother you anymore."
"Good." you shrug, acting carelessly as if you're completely pleased. You're glad she will leave you alone. But there's a certain amount of guilt because you're being petty. You can see how much it affects Jungkook and you're hurting him with his.
"You know, I asked you if you wanted to come here and I warned you she'll be here. And I still expected you--"
"What? To suddenly like her? Newsflash, I don't!" you interrupt him, raising your voice as you see Jungkook clench his teeth.
"No, I expected you to at least respect her like you promised me."
"I am respecting her!"
"'Can you two shut up I can't hear him?' Does that sound familiar? Or the fact you literally pulled Haneul just because she tried to talk to him? Or the constant stares and puffs of annoyance? Does that ring the bell?"
"I'm protecting my boyfriend." you point out lamely, seeing his features twist in both annoyance and hurt at the same time.
"Is that your idea of respecting her?" he ignores your unnecessary remark about protecting your boyfriend.
"Why do you care so much?"
"Because you two mean so much to me!" he exclaims, "Because it breaks my heart to stand between you two, feeling like I'm hurting one of you everytime something like this happens."
His shoulders slouch visibly, fingers brushing through his thick hair as he lets out an exhausted sigh.
"Stop saying it as if we're both the same thing. She's your girlfriend and I'm your best friend. You shouldn't care this much about what I think."
You're not sure why you're saying this. Maybe giving him advice not to care what you think is a good thing. It obviously affects him and hurts him. On another hand, it makes your cold attitude soften a little knowing he cares what you think this much.
"But I do care about what you think. You've always been there for me, even when she hasn't."
He's talking about when she broke up with him and when he found out she cheated on him.
You see the vulnerability written all over his face, not even the frown can mask it.
And you can't take it. You can't see him like this, it only makes you even more sad and it's almost as if you could feel his emotions just by looking at him.
"I should go, we talked and I--" you rush to jump down from the pommel horse, squeaking when Jungkook stands right in front of you and grabs the handles, caging you.
You stare at him with wide eyes. Seeing him up this close makes you stop breathing for a second, especially surprised by the sudden movement. Despite him working out for some time, or the sweat you saw rolling down his chest when you first came here, he doesn't stink at all. You can smell the faint scent of his aftershave and see the roots of his hair wetted by the sweat. Some of it is stuck to the sides of his face.
Jungkook stares right back at you, frowning at your sudden and desperate need for departure as he holds you in place. He's not touching you, but he's so freaking close that you see every little imperfection on his face. The image is awfully familiar to all those times when you were intimate. Those were the most frequent moments you got to see him like this.
It seems like the moment stops when his eyes drop down to your lips and you wet them with the tip of your tongue, your eyes dropping to his too. The tension could be cut, reminding you of all those moments you shared together. The reality hits you and you panic, all the blood rushing to your face as you let out a squeak and you push him.
The contact of your hands grasping his exposed shoulders almost electrifies you. Jungkook seems to be caught off guard, stumbling a little as you jump off the gym equipment too quickly. It causes you to land on your feet messily, your ankle twisting slightly as you stumble and wince from the sudden jolt of pain.
Jungkook's eyes widen and he seems to be worried, ready to rush towards you to help you. You quickly outstretch your arms to stop him.
"Don't come any closer," you tell him, "Stay right there."
He looks a little baffled, blinking at you but staying frozen in his spot. "I just wanted to help," he says gently.
"I'm fine." you assure him quickly, still feeling the weird pain in your ankle when you step on it but it's not that bad.
"Okay." he almost whispers, staring at you as if you can't bring yourself to look him in the eyes.
But you brace yourself to go, taking a few steps to check your ankle but also to give some space between you two. You can't be the only one who felt that. You can't be the only one who seemed to freeze. But Jungkook seems nothing but worried, meanwhile you're being awkward and innerly panicking.
You're about to walk out of the gym, turning around to glance at Jungkook who stands there like a lost boy.
"Kook," you call out to him softly, features softening when he looks at you with those doe eyes. "You can't make everything perfect and you can't make everyone love each other."
You touch the knob, stopping when you hear Jungkook.
"Y/N," he calls out to you, seeing you glance at him one more time. "Are we fine? I don't want to fight."
"We're fine, Kook." Are you? 
He nods, nibbling on his lower lip as you can't bring yourself to look at his innocent face any longer. You rush out of the gym, already hearing some rustling coming from the kitchen. However, you rush into the room with your heartbeat drumming in your ears and it doesn't calm down even when you make it there.
And it doesn't calm down even when Haneul slowly wakes up, greeting you with the laziest and sweetest smile on his lips, wishing you good morning.
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Everyone wakes up from their deep slumber, one by one, occupying downstairs and bathrooms to get ready for the day. With Hoseok and Seokjin being in charge of today's breakfast, everyone chats in the dining room. With nine people in the room who keep talking, the room quickly becomes loud and lively, but it's nowhere near the loudness you got to experience during yesterday's party.
Seokjin assures his wife to stay seated whenever she wants to help them, or mainly help poor Hoseok who seems to be struggling with holding three plates in both hands. He scolds her, giving a small kiss on the top of her head which makes your heart soften. They look so in love. The shining rings on both of their fingers are perfectly shown for everyone to see. You did see them exchanging them on their wedding day after all.
Seeing married couples on the street, or just Seokjin and Jia specifically, makes you wonder how your wedding will look like. You sure are that kind of girl who wants to get married eventually, settle down with the one you love. Is it Haneul?
Is he the right one? It's too early to say right now, both of you are still adjusting to your relationship. Your first relationship wasn't bad. Haechen isn't a bad guy, he just wasn't the right one. And Haneul never really had a serious relationship, so this is even more new to him – being in a serious relationship with you while still trying to get to know you and figure out how this whole thing about relationship works. To be honest, you're still trying to figure that out too.
You like him. You really do.
Just as Hoseok hovers over you to set a bowl of boiled eggs, he manages to bump into your glass of water by accident causing some of it to pour.
"Shit," he curses, putting down the bowl as you're already grabbing the napkin and patting the table dry. "I'm so sorry."
"Yah, Hobi!" Seokjin scolds him, frowning at his friend's clumsiness as Hoseok offers him a crooked smile.
"It's okay," you assure him, grabbing some of Haneul's napkin which your lovely boyfriend hands you. "It can happen to anyone."
You look at Hoseok, giving him an assuring smile which he returns, apologizing for the last time before he asks you to hand him the wet napkins to throw them away. You do tell him you can throw it away by yourself, he doesn't have to serve you.
"It's okay, let me do this. It was my fault anyway." he tells you, thanking you as he takes the napkins from your hands and retrieves them back to the kitchen to take care of them.
As everyone eats their breakfast, Jungkook too because apparently the one he made for himself in the morning after he woke up just wasn't enough, Seokjin shares his plan for today. You weren't informed of the local Ski resort nearby the cabin, although you did notice its board during the ride here. As Seokjin shares his own experience and excitement about skiing, a few people already agree to go with him. He assures there's a place where you can rent snowboards and skis among other important and very much needed ski equipment for skiing.
You're not surprised by Jungkook's excitement, his head already nodding when Seokjin asks him if he's joining too.
"Of course I'm hyung," Jungkook says with a full mouth, causing a little amused snicker to get past your lips. He's sitting on the opposite side of the table, a few seats across from you but you can still see the way his eyes shine.
Jimin and Taehyung look quite excited too, agreeing to come as well along with Hoseok. However, there are exceptions such as Namjoon who shakes his head when Jimin asks him about going too.
"I don't want to break my neck, plus I want to survive until next year." he jokes, but there is a little seriousness in his voice that makes everyone chuckle.
Maya laughs, putting a hand on his shoulder assuringly as she also agrees not to go.
"Do you wanna go?" Haneul asks you, stuffing his mouth with cereals as you shake your head.
"Not really," you answer, "You?"
"I don't know, I'd like to spend some time with you rather than skiing." he admits, causing you to give him a smile as you both agree to stay back and not join the others.
"Maybe we could go as a group and look around the town? I searched on the internet and apparently they've this huge market of different kinds of shops. It'd be fun to go and check that out. Maybe you guys could join us?" Maya asks, sitting right on the opposite side of the table and from you, her brown eyes peering at you excitedly beaming with friendliness.
"That sounds fun. What do you think?" you ask Haneul, who straight away seems intrigued and agrees. "Okay, sounds like a plan." you tell, looking at Maya and Namjoon who seem to be happy.
When everyone is done eating, the groups already start to form and Hoseok starts to count how many of them are going to the Ski resort.
"Okay, seven of us are going and four of them are going into town." Hoseok tells Seokjin, while Seokjin shakes his head.
"Ah, Jia is not going with us," he explains, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Hoseok asks why, confused since the two of them barely went somewhere separately.
Maybe they're still in their honeymoon phase. Well, at least they're not fighting like a married couple that's been married for forty years.
"She doesn't want to," Seokjin simply explains, zipping his jacket when he looks at you and the rest of the guys that are going to the town. "Y/N, Namjoon, is it okay if Jia joins you? I don't want to leave her alone here and she's too stubborn to let me stay here."
"Yeah, sure."
"Of course."
You and Namjoon tell him straight away, causing Seokjin to call for Jia who waves at Kiko and Jungkook as she walks towards her husband. She looks questionably at him, while Seokjin explains she could join you which she seems to be okay with. They talk for a moment, your attention focused elsewhere since the couple bid their goodbye with a kiss which seems too intimate for you to look at.
Maya shows you some articles about the market, everyone attentionally watching and agreeing with the plan.
"We can figure out what to do there later, maybe we'll find something fun to do..." you hear Haneul say, everyone agreeing with him.
You're going to grab your own jacket which is hanging on one of the racks in the corridor. It takes you a few seconds to spot it underneath all the jackets and coats there, but you manage to find it just as Jungkook comes to take his own jacket.
"You should've come with us," he tells you, putting on his jacket as you zip your own. "I could've taught you how to crash those slopes."
You laugh at that, shaking your head. "I'd rather not hurt myself. Trying to learn how to ski or snowboard seems kinda dangerous."
"Oh come on, you once told me you want to learn how to snowboard." Jungkook points out with a grin on his lips, black beanie covering his dark hair.
"Yeah, today is not the day, Jeon," you tell him, patting his forearm through his padded jacket as he snickers at you. "Besides, there will be more opportunities for you to teach me how to snowboard."
"You think so?" he asks, brows shot up upwards for a few seconds. "I'll hold you to that."
Playfully rolling your eyes, you agree with him. "Be careful, okay?"
Jungkook is an adventurous type, he loves adventure and can be sometimes too reckless. You're not going to lie, you're kind of scared for him. You know it's been a while since he went snowboarding last time.
"Don't worry, if something happens to me I'll make sure to leave you my car." he jokes, causing you to frown as you smack him in the arm.
"Don't even joke about that," you frown, not amused by his joke and at the thought of something happening to him makes your stomach clench. "I'm serious."
"Alright, alright," he cackles, "I'll be careful, mom. You've my word."
You cringe, scrunching your nose as clear 'ew' leaves your mouth. "Is this how you feel when I call you dad?"
"Pretty much," Jungkook nods, "I'll call you that whenever you call me dad. It's a nice revenge, thanks for the idea."
You roll your eyes. "You know what? I hope you'll fall down your ass the moment you step on the snowboard."
Jungkook cackles, snorting as he purses his lips. "I love you too."
Again, you roll your eyes waving him off. "Whatever."
His laugh is the last thing you hear before your name is being called by Namjoon, everyone waiting for you so you can check out the town.
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Downtown has its own charm as the five of you've managed to walk through the fish market so far. The smell isn't exactly your favorite, but it's definitely interesting to see the wide selection of their assortment when it comes to fish and seafood in general.
Jia without Seokjin looks a bit lonely, which causes you to glance at her every now and then, thinking of ways to talk to her. It's not like you're nervous but you're not quite sure if you're the right person she wants to start a conversation with. You don't judge people, you don't even know her that much.
But the fact she's Kiko's friend makes you very unsure. You've no idea what the dark red haired woman thinks of you. Does Kiko call you a bitch behind your back? She doesn't look like the type to do so, but you don't know Kiko as well. And apparently, you've never known her well enough since she shocked all of you. Especially when she broke up with Jungkook and it was later revealed why.
"Is it weird I actually feel sorry for it?"
Apparently, your hesitation is solved when Jia is the first one to speak, standing right next to you as she stares at the octopus in a huge tank.
"What? That it gets killed and eaten later?" you ask, her amused snort erupting from her mouth as she nods.
"The smell makes me nauseous though." she comments, covering her mouth with a hand as she looks around, almost as if she's waiting for some weird and unappreciative stares from the owners.
"I think it makes everyone nauseous," you admit, "But I think boys like it." you say, glancing at Haneul and Namjoon who happily conversate with one of the owners as he shows them dried fish.
Maya stands there listening too, although you see her scrunch her nose very discreetly when the owner grabs the fish causing its smell to linger even more in the air.
"They're weird," Jia says, scrunching her own nose as she stares at the two men that look like little boys on an excursion. "I don't think I've talked to you properly before. You went to the wedding, right?"
It's true. You've never really talked to her, besides the short and brief greetings at the wedding and this time, when you came to the cabin.
"Yeah, it was a beautiful wedding."
She smiles at that, appreciating your compliment. "Thank you."
You're not sure what else to say, it feels somehow hard trying to make a conversation with her because all you can think of is what she probably thinks of you. Does she know about you and Jungkook? Did Kiko tell her? You wouldn't be too surprised if she did. She is her best friend after all. You're not one to care about what others think, but right now you feel slightly uncomfortable at the thought of her own thoughts about you.
Luckily, the rest of the group saves you from the beginning of awkward silence as you see them approaching you, ready to get past the seafood section.
You taste a few local meals and drinks after that, just something to keep you warm. It might not be the most adventurous trip, but it feels nice to just walk around even when your cheeks are painted red and you can see a cloud of your breath whenever you breathe out. Not even Haneul's hand gripping yours helps that much, but you do appreciate its own warmth.
You and Maya decide to go to one of the souvenir shops across the street, meanwhile Haneul, Namjoon and Jia decide to just sit down at one of the coffee shops and drink their hot chocolates.
Maya is a very nice person to talk to. Warm. That's how you'd probably describe her and she suits Namjoon well. You can understand why their relationship seems so pure and full of love. She jokes too, which adds just a few points to your imaginary board of how you feel about her.
She seems to be a little bit more loud than Namjoon is. Meanwhile it seems like everytime Namjoon talks, everything that comes out of his mouth is smart and sentimental. Maya seems to talk about whatever is on her mind, not really thinking about it before she says it. She surprises you with her randomness but you like it.
You're kind of similar, not scared to say anything and it feels like the two of you just clicked as soon as you got to speak more.
"You won't believe it," Maya says, rummaging through different keychains as her mouth stretches into a huge smile at your question.
You just asked her how she and Namjoon met. She was the first one who mentioned it will be their second year anniversary.
"But it was in a club."
"What?" you let out surprised, "Namjoon in a club? That sounds kinda surprising. I'd expect you to meet in a park or something." Hence Namjoon's love towards nature and outdoor activity which includes hiking, reading books and taking random walks through parks. He did mention to you his love for those activities on a camping trip.
"I know, exactly, right?" she laughs, "It wasn't anything romantic, though. It wasn't like he spilled his drink on me or bumped into me. I was actually the one who approached him and bought him a drink."
That surprises you, pleasingly surprises you and it causes you to giggle. "Wow, that's amazing."
"Pretty bold of me, I know," she laughs with you, placing a keychain of a tree with town's name in the background into her small shopping cart. "I'm not usually that bold, but I just knew I had to introduce myself when I saw him."
It makes you smile.
"So, how did you and Haneul meet?"
"You're not gonna believe it, but it was in a club too. He actually helped me when one of the older men bugged me. I've a part-time job there, well until I save enough to buy a better car. But yeah, he was actually pretty bold about saving me and then he wanted to buy me a drink."
"Aw, that's so romantic! He looks like a cute puppy," Maya says, causing you to laugh but you don't exactly disagree with her. He definitely looks like a cute puppy. "That's way more romantic than my and Joon's story. So how did you guys start dating?"
"Well, it wasn't right away. He was very sweet and kinda flirty that night but he was there with his friends, and I was obviously working. So there wasn't that much place to talk or get to know each other. But then I went there with my friends, not working that time, and he was there again. Oh, my boss also told me he was there during a week and clearly was looking for me which Haneul actually confirmed. He bought me a drink, we talked and danced after that. And then he asked me on a date which I agreed to right away." you explain, smiling at the faint memory but it's not that long ago since it happened.
"You guys are so cute!" she coos, walking through another aisle and you follow behind her. "Does he live in Seoul?"
So you talk to her, answering her questions as she's trying to get to know you. When you get back to the rest of the group, the nice atmosphere remains. You feel your phone ring with a new notification when Namjoon stands up to go pay, as you take a sip from Haneul's, not so hot chocolate anymore.
Kook: look at this mom
It's a video, you click on it and your heart almost drops at the evident sight of Jungkook doing a snowboard trick. It's nothing dramatic, but enough to widen your eyes when you see him in the air for a few seconds before he safely lands onto ground and snow, stable as if he's been doing it for years. You can hear the distant cheers from the guys.
"Is that Jungkook?" Haneul asks, glancing at your phone as you nod.
Namjoon already comes back, glancing at your phone too for a moment before he sits back to his previous spot.
"Yeah."
"Wow, he's so good at snowboarding." he comments, genuinely sounding impressed as he urges you to press play again on the video.
It catches Namjoon's attention. "Who? Jungkook?"
You and Haneul nod.
"That kid is amazing at everything. Seriously, he has a talent for everything."
Haneul agrees, praising Jungkook's skills once again as the conversation leads elsewhere but you're not a part of it as you let your thumbs tap against the screen.
"you're really crazy"
"don't let your real mom see this, she'll flip out"
You wait for a few seconds for his message which comes in a minute.
Kook: idk i feel like you do an amazing job at that
Kook: i'm careful, don't worry ;)
You roll your eyes, sending him thumbs up. You can picture him grinning at your message so clearly. He knows you're slightly annoyed at him but there's an amused smile playing on your lips as you place your phone back in your pocket.
He really is crazy. But you're not surprised, not even a bit. It's Jungkook after all.
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You've spent most of the day in town, still tasted a bunch of local food to the point you felt your stomach getting food and in no need for lunch. However, guys felt it differently and whined they're hungry, plus with Jia discreetly hinting she's tired from all the walking and doesn't feel too well, that was your clue to go back to Namjoon's car and drive back to the cabin.
It was around lunch time that guys came back from their skiing trip, completely hungry so the kitchen and the dining room were fully occupied. After Haneul ate, he joined you in the living room as you silently browsed through your phone. He sat next to you, doing the same thing until his phone rang. With his mom calling again, he excused himself to get some privacy considering loud chattering from the dining room but also from the rooms around you could be very much heard.
It's only when Haneul comes back with evident frown and sadness clouding his usually soft features that you notice something is wrong. You straighten yourself, sitting properly from your slouched position as you watch him sit next to you with worried eyes.
"What happened?" You place your hand over his shoulder, noticing how tense he seems to be.
"It's my grandma," he mutters, sighing. "Apparently they had to call an ambulance, she had a stroke. Thank god my mom was there."
"I'm so sorry," you say immediately, moving closer to him as you hug him. "How is she right now?"
"Stable," he answers, sighing. "I'm sorry, I'm probably ruining the mood right now."
"Are you serious?" you frown, "Don't apologize because of this. Do you wanna go home? Maybe we could ask one of the guys to drive us back, or we could find a train station to get back to Seoul."
Haneul glances at you, his eyes softening but there is still that hurt in his brown eyes, from the sudden news of his grandmother's condition. "You're amazing," he says simply, causing you to chuckle as you glance down almost embarrassingly.
"But no, my mom told me to stay here. They're there with her and my uncle is on his way there too, it wouldn't be good for too many people to be there anyway. They don't even let them stay in her room for too long." he tells you which you agree with, nodding.
"I'm sorry, I hope she'll be okay." you tell him, cuddling to him as he wraps his arm around you, hugging you.
Haneul calls with his parents throughout the day a couple of times, luckily bringing good news as his grandmother seems to be okay. Of course, she still had a stroke which is definitely not good but he could talk to her over the phone. She sounded tired and slow, according to Haneul, but he feels so much better after hearing her and talking to her.
Universe seems to work in a completely interesting and different way, something you've been telling yourself quite lately. Or maybe it's just pure confidence and this is how life goes.
Everyone is slightly confused when Seokjin calls everyone to the "main room" as he calls it. Living room is that one room referenced as that. The huge living room with an amazing fireplace and huge windows that gives a great view of trees and mountains behind you.
The pair acts odd, even though they cheekily smile at each other as they stand on the little steps. It reminds you of when you came here and Seokjin welcomed everyone. This time however, Jia is standing next to him beaming at her husband. You do notice you're not the only one confused at the sudden act of gathering everyone.
Did something happen? Will everyone have to go home and make other plans for the New Year?
Regardless of your curiosity, and a slight panic too, the couple seems relaxed but excited at the same time as they whisper something to each other for the last time before Seokjin clears his throat.
"What is this about?" you ask Jungkook quietly, glancing at your friend who seems equally confused as he just shrugs.
Only one person doesn't look confused like the rest of you do, and that one person is Kiko. She's sitting on another couch, surprisingly not next to Jungkook but at the very end with Namjoon beside her.
Kiko is trying to hide her smile by casually crossing her legs while she plops her chin onto her palm. Her fingers cover her mouth, although you do notice how happy she seems to be at the sight of her best friend. Jia offers her smile that somehow seems shaky but Kiko just gives her a thumbs up.
Before you can study her behavior any longer, Seokjin starts talking.
"We didn't want to do this dramatically but me and Jia talked, it was actually very much planned but we didn't know how to tell you guys,"
Everyone seems to be quiet, too curious about what this is about. But Seokjin doesn't wait for any reaction before he continues, but not before he looks at Jia for one last time before he locks their hands together.
"We're having a baby!"
That's when the sound of genuine happiness and excitement resounds through the whole room, Jimin and Hoseok already standing up to tell their congratulations as they hug the couple. You smile, genuinely happy for the pair.
Suddenly, it all makes sense. Jia not skiing with her husband. Her sudden distaste at the market and when she told you she's tired and doesn't feel too well. You wouldn't have guessed it's because she's been pregnant this whole time. However, she's not your friend and you haven't been paying that much attention to her.
Jungkook is standing up, grinning at Seokjin as he walks towards them. You and Haneul do the same thing, wanting to personally congratulate them because it's polite and it's the least you can do.
You see Kiko hugging Jia, both women excitedly squealing.
"I know they're best friends but damn, I feel left out." Maya jokes next to you, making her presence known as you snort at her.
You can't tell you don't feel otherwise. It's been pretty clear they're best friends this whole time. If Jia wasn't with Seokjin, she was with Kiko for sure. You and Maya are the only other women in this cabin, and it's been known Jia and Kiko didn't make that much effort to "invite" you to their circle. Not that you want that, but it's just a thought that Maya clearly has too.
Plus, you're very much fine with spending your time here with your actual friends.
"...congrats, man. I can't believe you're about to be a dad!" you hear Jungkook tell Seokjin, slapping him on the shoulder which causes the older groan in pain.
"Tell me something about it, I'm surrounded by guys. I can't possibly imagine them squealing like them if I ever get pregnant." you joke, glancing at Jia and Kiko who seem to be just as happy and loud as before.
Jungkook turns around, almost bumping into you as he glances down at you. "You're not planning to get pregnant, are you?" he jokes, grinning at you mischievously. Of course, he heard you and of course he has to react.
Maya giggles, you're not sure if it's because of what Jungkook said or the way you roll your eyes and poke him in the stomach, which does nothing. This man is like a rock.
"What, you don't want to be an uncle?" you play along, arching your brow at him daringly as he seems to be caught off guard by your question. He coughs before his previous grin spreads on his lips again.
"At least wait until your boyfriend finishes college." he jabs at you, poking you in your ribs causing you to flinch as you slap his hands away.
You know he's just making fun, but you do think it was an unnecessary comment because he makes it look as if he jabbed more at Haneul's age and the fact he's younger.
"Why? Young daddies are hot." you react, shaking yourself from your thoughts and the uncomfortable feeling in your chest that Jungkook caused.
Jungkook shakes your head at you while he's trying to hide his own amused grin by rubbing his nose.
Maya laughs, nodding at you. "They sure are." she agrees with you, somehow saving you without even knowing.
You arch your brow at Jungkook again, silently saying 'See?' but he just rolls his eyes playfully before he wraps his arm around your neck, awfully familiar to a headlock.
"Let me go, you idiot." you curse at him, trying to jab him with your elbow but he moves his body every time you try to do so.
His laugh fills your ears and you can't help but be annoyed and laugh at him at the same time. He doesn't hold you tightly, not that it's too uncomfortable or painful. Eventually, he lets you go and ruffles your hair which makes you try to knee him in the crotch.
He's so annoying. He really is because he grabs your knee effortlessly and sets it down.
"Careful, I need that."
You roll your eyes, scrunching your nose at him. "Of course, you do."
"What, you don't want to be an aunt?" You hear him mischievously say behind you, laughing and leaving when he is satisfied with the glare you give him across your shoulder.
You finally get the chance to congratulate Seokjin and Jia, Haneul joins you just as you're hugging Seokjin. You didn't even notice him not following you because he chatted to Hoseok and Taehyung.
Congratulating Jia doesn't feel as awkward since you got to spend a day together. Even with Kiko standing next to her, you can feel her eyes on you and just as you're about to walk away, you glance at her. She does seem a little awkward, but she offers you a tiny smile.
You do your best at trying to smile at her, ending up with you doing a weird mixture of your lips curving but hey, you smiled at her. And it's the effort that counts, right?
After everyone congratulated the happy couple about their news, Seokjin proposed celebrating it tomorrow since Jia started to feel a little nauseous and tired anyway. He did take a shot with the guys, a lot more slaps on the back and bro hugs before he joined his wife in their bedroom. Not long after that, you and Haneul decided to retrieve back to your rooms when both of you started yawning.
It takes a longer time for Haneul to fall asleep, this time you're the first one who falls asleep right after. However, you do wake up around midnight not being able to sleep. You toss around for a few minutes, glancing at Haneul and checking on him but luckily, he seems to be sleeping peacefully. Today definitely had a sudden twist for him.
You feel your throat dry, in need to at least have a gulp of water which you usually keep a bottle of water on your nightstand. The only difference is that you do it at home, and you're not home now and you completely forgot to do that here. Deciding it's better to have some water and then go back to sleep, you put on your slippers and get off the bed.
The cabin is dark but there are automatic night lights in the hallway, so you're not too scared to fall or suddenly bump into something. You definitely don't want to break one of those expensive vases. If you were about to pay for it, you'd have to sell your shitty car which most likely costs way less than the actual vase.
Downstairs is a bit trickier, without night lights you can see stable shadows of the furniture and the moonlight peeking from some of the windows. Those wide windows they put here are suddenly a lot more practical than just pleasing for the eye. You hear some rustling and as you peek behind the corner, you audibly jump at the sudden presence.
Even in the lack of lightning you can make out Jungkook's obvious figure, standing just behind the kitchen island and as you come closer, you notice a spoon in his mouth while he watches you with big eyes.
"Look at you," you muse quietly but amusingly, you walk closer to him and enter the kitchen fully.
He realizes it's you and he chuckles, pulling the spoon out of his mouth. He has something in his hands but it's hard to tell what it is.
"First the morning and now we meet at midnight. Are you sure you're not stalking me?" you tease, walking around the kitchen island to stand next to him.
Ah, ice cream. Of course. Jungkook sets the ice cream down on the kitchen counter, chuckling a bit as he stares at you amusingly.
"You're the one bumping into me. Are you sure you're not the stalker?"
"Touché," you muse, causing him to laugh silently. "Can't sleep?" you ask, as you pull a bottle of water from the fridge. It's cold--
"Yeah, I was hungry," he says, "Don't drink it, it's too cold."
You snicker, shaking your head. Of course, you won't drink it this cold. You'll wait for a few minutes. You really don't want to have a sore throat on NYE, or anytime actually.
"I wasn't about to drink it straight away," you point out, setting the bottle down on the counter. "Aren't you the one eating ice cream at midnight and in the winter?" you raise your brow at him, his little laugh met with your ears almost right away.
"Touché," he nods, "What about you? Can't sleep too?"
"I just woke up with a dry throat." you shrug, hopping on the kitchen counter right next to Jungkook where he is standing and leaning against the edge of it with his butt. He's too tall for it to reach it down to his lower back.
He nods understandably to your words, scooping a little bit of ice cream onto the spoon before he puts it in his mouth.
"Want some?" he asks you, offering you a spoon which you gladly take. He angles you the medium sized bucket that looks small in his hands, to let you scoop it.
"I heard about Haneul's grandma, how is he doing?" he asks you as you taste the chocolate brownie flavor.
"Relatively good, I guess," you shrug, "She's stable and he spoke to her over the phone, so I guess that eased his mind a lot."
Jungkook nods, staring into the darkness as the two of you stay silent for a few minutes, just casually standing and sitting in the kitchen while exchanging the spoon to eat ice cream.
"I'm glad you're here, y'know," Jungkook suddenly speaks, voice low and soft. "I know I annoyed you and pissed you off on this trip a lot, I didn't mean to... it's just..."
You notice it's hard for him to explain it, but you know what he wants to say. You shake your head, reassuringly squeezing his arm but you end up squeezing and touching his bicep. Damn, you forgot how hard those muscles feel. It's only now, when your hand meets his exposed skin, you realize that he's wearing an oversized shirt with boxers only. Thank god, it's too dark to see your widened eyes and the look you're giving his exposed legs. And thank god it's too dark for you to see it precisely.
You forgot that Jungkook gets very hot during the night. He likes to sleep shirtless and you're suddenly very happy he wore a shirt before coming downstairs.
For some reason, you feel heat rushing to your cheeks. It's not that big of a deal but there is this invisible line and boundary between you two, and you're always reminded of what you experienced with him.
You clear your throat, directing your eyes elsewhere than Jungkook. "I wasn't exactly mad. I mean, I kinda get it from your point of view. Well, I get why you want me and her getting along. It'd make things much easier. But from my point of view... I just don't want that and I'm sorry, but this is how I feel about it."
"Of course," he says softly, straightening as he stands in front of you.
You widen your eyes, stunned at the sudden movement and the fact he's right in front of you. However, Jungkook doesn't seem to be stunned or nowhere near affected. He's fully focused on what he's about to say, a little puzzled look on his face as he cutely frowns and pouts without even knowing.
"I thought it'd make things easier, but I can't force her on you. I just... I know she's not accepted by you and even she feels that, it bothers and hurts her a lot. There is so much pressure I feel and I-I don't know I feel like I'm doing everything wrong."
"Hey," you call out softly, leaning your head slightly in his direction to get his attention.
The ice cream is long forgotten, the small amount that remained uneaten by you two probably melted by now.
"You're not doing everything wrong. I didn't make it exactly easier for you,"
It's true. There were times when you could've controlled yourself better, but you let your thoughts and opinion cloud your mind. It's not like you regret acting the way you did. You're more sorry for Jungkook, because you can emphasize with him.
"You're never really making anything easier for me, are you?" he teases you, nudging you with his arm as you snort and laugh at him.
"You're the one to talk." you shoot back, giggling when he dramatically gasps but laughs too.
Once you calm down, you let out a yawn leave past your lips.
"Come on, let's go to bed."
You do feel a little tingle in your stomach at that, shyly hopping off the counter. You know what he meant, it just awfully sounded as if you're going to sleep in the same bed. You almost snicker at your thoughts, knowing you're just acting weird all over again. You and Jungkook used to share a bed way before the deal came up. None of you ever made a big deal out of it.
But now that both of you've partners, it would probably be very weird and unfair to them. It's something you had to give up in your friendship.
You and Jungkook go upstairs together, both of you lingering outside of each of your rooms for a little while as you look at each other, the night lamps finally giving you an opportunity to see more of his face.
His eyes are tired, crinkled at the end as he grins at you. "Goodnight." he says simply, waving at you as you chuckle.
"Goodnight, Kook."
And you go to separate bedrooms, back to your partners. That's where you belong, right?
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You're not sure what time it is when you're woken up by a pair of hands, sneakily touching down your back. Flinching back a little, just out of pure shock of feeling someone's hands behind you, you realize it must be Haneul. Glancing back, you confirm your suspicion because there's no one else who'd be in the bed beside you, touching you like this.
"Hi," he cheekily says, frowning when you turn back and cuddle up your pillow. "It's already nine." he informs you, hands hesitating before he starts caressing your back all over again.
It feels weird. Not him touching you, but him doing this in the morning when all he has ever done is cuddling you. He has never been this upfront in the morning.
"So? I can sleep how long I want." you mumble into the pillow, still feeling tiredness from the fact you went to sleep after midnight. Well, if you just sat up maybe you'd be able to wake up yourself and get ready for the day. But you don't want to. This bed is too comfortable and you don't have to go back to sleep, you'd be perfectly fine just laying here.
"I-you can, I didn't say you can't," Haneul stutters, surprised by your morning attitude.
It's not really an attitude, you're just tired and your voice is lacking any possible emotion.
"Princess," he whines after a moment, realizing you're not waking up but quite the opposite. He hears you hum and before you can go back to your slumber, he starts caressing the side of your ass which makes your eyes open.
You shift, laying on your back as you turn your head to him. You're not surprised when you see him biting his lower lip, eyeing you like a candy when you've to look like a nightmare. Your face has to be all swollen, especially from eating so late but you blame Jungkook and the stupid ice cream which you couldn't resist. Your hair is undoubtedly messy, freed from the rubber band you took off after coming back from the kitchen.
You're not stupid. Even in your early tired state, you can tell the glint he has in his eyes is nowhere innocent. If you weren't awake just for a solid four minutes, you'd probably look more surprised than you're letting on. It's not your fault, you're just still half-sleeping to have a proper reaction.
Haneul is nowhere near tired, he proves that when he delivers a kiss to your shoulder and hands move down to your stomach. It's not like you don't like the touch, but you do feel yourself tensing underneath his hands because simply you're not feeling where this is getting to.
"Haneul, I'm tired." you murmur, gently shifting away from him but the young man is persistent and doesn't mind it, simply chasing you again as he starts kissing your neck.
"I can wake you up," You frown, almost scoffing as you get a hold of his arms. He looks at you, eyes raised at the sudden interruption. "Are you seriously not wanting this?" He doesn't sound angry, just confused and surprised.
"I told you I'm tired," you reason, "Besides, there are like nine people here and some of them probably awake."
"So?" he shrugs, "Don't tell me you haven't had sex with your ex while other people were around." You haven't. But you have with Jungkook.
The realization makes your heart skip a beat, your hands gripping Haneul's even tighter as you frown at your boyfriend. "I'm not in the mood."
He searches your face, letting your words linger in the air for a moment before his features drop and he looks almost surprised by your denial.
"Oh," he lets out, arms freezing as he awkwardly shifts away from you. "Okay, I get that. I'm sorry." he apologizes, not being able to look at you as he quickly sits up.
"Haneul," you sigh, "I didn't mean--"
"No, it's okay. I'm sorry if I was too forward, I thought you'd like-- nevermind. Forget it please," he almost pleads, cheeks tinted red as you stare at him with pity eyes. "I'm gonna get ready. Join me when you're awake?" he asks, trying to sound light but you see how much your denial made him embarrassed.
He kisses your cheeks before he springs out of the bed, rushing to take off his pyjamas and put on some clothes for the day. You sigh, looking away. You close your eyes, almost acting as if you're going back to sleep but the truth is, you can't.
You're already awake, mixed feelings occupying your mind. You hear him shuffling with things, trying to stay quiet but you just sigh, sitting up. He looks at you with wide eyes, expecting you to sleep and not looking at him so wide awake.
"I'm sorry if I made things awkward." you tell him, not liking how awkward this feels.
"What? No, don't be sorry," he chuckles, quickly going to usher you as he sits on the edge of bed and takes your hands in his. "It's okay to say no, I was just in the mood and it's okay you weren't. I'm all good, alright? Don't overthink this." he tells you, smiling at you.
It eases up your weird tensed feeling in your chest, and you find yourself smiling back at him. There's nothing wrong with you saying no, you know that. It's just kind of an awkward situation in general but nothing you could not get past.
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The awkwardness of today's morning is long forgotten and it's like it never happened in the first place. Haneul is sweet as ever, cuddles you and kisses you in your hair as if he could tell how awkward you feel after this morning.
You get it. He probably woke up with morning wood and wanted to take care of it, and since you're his girlfriend and were right there, he thought you could help. You did notice him awkwardly covering his crotch when he was about to walk away from the bedroom, which explains things a lot.
Haneul's laugh as he manages to hit Taehyung's head with a snowball makes you laugh too, especially when you notice Taehyung's mouth opened in betrayal. You don't even know who started it.
Ah, Jungkook and Taehyung did as they started fooling around until somehow everyone who was outside of the cabin got pulled into this snow fight.
From the corner of your eyes you can see someone getting closer to you, eyes widening as soon as you see Jungkook cackling devilishly while making his snowball perfect. A big snowball that definitely will hurt.
"Don't you dare," you manage to get through your teeth, knowing he heard it because you see his eyes flicker to yours before you see him slowly stepping towards you.
He's teasing you, ready to smash that snowball into you as soon as he's in a close distance but you don't let him do that. You don't wait for the snow to meet your body, legs already moving you quickly far away from Jungkook. You hear him laughing, your own smile twisting to a grin and even your annoyance at your annoying friend is gone.
It's until you feel the impact of the snow at the back of your head, causing you to stumble. Running in thick snow is already hard enough, Jungkook's hit success as it brings you down to the floor. Your cheek presses into the snow and you're ready to storm out at Jungkook for throwing it with so much strength.
You hear him stop in the tracks, laughing and clapping at the funny image of you falling down like a house of cards that he managed to see just now. You clench your teeth, feeling how snow is freezing against your cheek but you stay in your place laying there.
Jeon Jungkook, just wait. He's not the only one who can play a game.
You're not sure how successful you're going to be at it, but all you can do is wait and see. When Jungkook stops laughing, your lips almost curl into a satisfied grin when you hear him.
"Y/N? Are you okay?" he calls out, informing you that he's not that close to you.
You shift a little, grumbling at him which isn't part of the plan but you can't hide your annoyance.
"Fuck," you hear him before you hear his heavy footsteps and the way snow slumps underneath his boots. "Fuck, Y/N are you okay?"
You wait until he's next to you, knees crushing into the heavy snow as you manage to slowly sit down, trying to hide your own smirk. It takes you a second, one glance at Jungkook's doe and worried eyes he's aiming at you, before you grab as much snow as your hands allow you to and throw it in his face.
He tries to dodge your attempt of doing the same thing to him, but he fails miserably as you jump back to your feet.
"Yah!" he yells at you, making you cackle as you're taking more snow into your hands and trying to make a snowball. You fail, Jungkook hooking his feet over yours which makes you trip and you fall.
You land next to him, both of you throwing more snow to each other's faces like little kids.
"Alright, alright! You proved your point!" Jungkook calls out, grabbing your hands before you can throw some more snow into his already freezing face.
You let your hands drop, chuckling as you lay in the snow and stare at the blue sky. "That's what you get when you mess around with me." you tell him, pursing your lips as you teasingly grin at him.
He chuckles, lowly and breathy, as he glances at you before he looks at the sky.
"You scared me for a moment," he admits, chuckling again. "I thought I knocked you out."
"Oh please, to knock me out takes more than a simple snowball," you scoff, proudly grinning as you hear him snort. "But it did hurt, you muscle pig." you admit, sheepishly caressing the back of your head which is covered by your beanie.
He definitely wasn't going easy on you with that huge snowball and the strength he put into his throw.
Jungkook laughs but still sits up to look down at you. "Sorry, does it hurt too much?" he asks, but still has that amused grin on his face which makes you roll your eyes.
Sitting up too, you shrug. "Nah, it's not that bad." you assure him before he can start blaming himself.
He offers you his hand, helping you stand up. "Let's get inside, the lunch must be ready."
You nod, the rest of the way to the cabin is spent with you and Jungkook shoving each other, with the rest of the guys happily rushing to eat some warm food.
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This trip is full of surprises, just like every trip you take with your friends. Or with people that aren't necessarily your friends tagging along too. It was very bold of you to assume this trip would go all smoothly, with no bumps along the road. But that doesn't mean you don't like this trip or you regret going.
Sure, your patience was running low when it came to Jungkook and his girlfriend, and everything that had to do with their relationship, and you've bumped to a few bumps along this fresh road.
But as the night settles in and it's the right time to celebrate Seokjin and Jia and their unborn baby, somehow you find yourself in the circle and presence of the mentioned pregnant girlfriend and her best friend. Actually, you know exactly how that happened.
You had been talking to Maya, finding out that she lives forty-five minutes from you in Seoul, as she promised to hang out with you once you come back to Seoul. She really is nice and super friendly. So when she proposed to hang out, just the two of you, you had been more enthusiastic about the news than you'd expect yourself to be.
It definitely feels nice to find a new friend, a woman at that, when all you've been doing is hanging out around and with your guy friends. That doesn't mean you don't like it. Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook are amazing company and often proved to you it doesn't matter that they're not the same gender, or can't understand some woman stuff you'd usually talk about to the opposite sex. You're perfectly content with having them as your friends. But now that Maya is determined to stay friends even outside of this trip, it truly makes you excited to get to know her more. You've been here for two days and you already get the feeling you know her. That doesn't mean she can't turn out not to be your kind of person, but she definitely looks like it now and you've a good feeling about her.
Maya's friendliness and extrovertedness dragged you, literally, into the situation you're in right now. She called for Jia, waving her with a huge smile to come over, who coincidentally has been accompanied by Kiko.
You could have seen the look of panic washing over her features once she saw you there. It made you feel sour, yes that's how you'd describe that uncomfortable feeling in your chest. Or maybe it was guilt. The fact that it was caused by you was enough to make you grip your glass of rose wine tighter.
When they've come over to you and Maya, luckily your newly found friend took upon herself to congratulate Jia all over again as they had a casual and pleasant conversation. You almost felt awkward, Kiko standing right in front of you keeping her mouth shut as if she was scared and just her saying a single word would tick you off.
Jungkook's words of mentioning how she cried before the party two days ago crossed your mind. You kind of get how he must've been feeling this whole time, seeing it first hand from his girlfriend. So when you joined the conversation and glanced at Kiko, maybe your way of silently and non-verbally telling her that you're not here to be a bitch or fight her, you actually see her relax slightly.
Meanwhile Jia shares that she's three months pregnant, close to being four, you notice Jungkook glancing at you almost nervously while Jimin talks enthusiastically in their little circle of friends they created, with the rest of the guys. He nibbles on his bottom lip, noticing you see him and you give him a slight smile, assuring him that you're fine.
And when he offers you a smile, strangely similar to a proud one, you feel all the weight falling off your chest. You can't think about his relationship or trying to think about Kiko and why she decided to hurt your best friend so much, you just can't. So, you've decided to be decent and just ignore it because it's the best for Jungkook. He clearly knows all your thoughts, he heard them out and still decided to stick up with his decision.
It's not your battle to fight. It's not your thing to be angry about. It won't disappear just like that. It's still there and always will be. But now, you can actually try and focus on other things.
Kiko is not going to be your friend, but you can accept her being in Jungkook's life again. That's what you were kind of doing, even when Jungkook has decided to pull you to the side and share his worries with you, silently pleading with you to try and be more decent.
Okay, you've to admit. You were being bitchy and maybe not totally vocal about your distaste to his girlfriend, but you still let it show and control you to a certain extent. And that wasn't pretty. Even people around you could see that and you thought you're not being so obvious, not that you cared.
Now that you and Jungkook talked, and you could see his hurt and vulnerability, it was just one of those extra pushes that made it more than clear where he stands and what he truly wants.
Overall, it was just a stupid argument you and him had. That's what happens when two people don't agree with each other. It's important to talk it out, trying to understand the other and settle onto some kind of compromise.
Your compromise is not being a bitch and trying to be decent in Kiko's presence. Like Jungkook said, you don't have to be friends with her, nor you've to like her. That's not what he was trying to ask of you this whole time. All he asks is for more respect for their relationship. Jungkook really cares about what you think, so it was draining him mentally and physically to see you acting the way you were acting.
And that's when you knew you weren't acting like he deserved. You were hurting him in a certain way.
Jungkook's compromise is not pushing Kiko in your face, not that he wanted to do that. But it made you feel like that.
She joins the conversation after her own glass of wine is empty, the four of you talking and you find yourself laughing here and there. You don't directly talk to Kiko, but at least you're able to look at her without that feeling of annoyance of her presence. And that's a huge step.
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In the middle of the whole celebration, you, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook go to a separate room to exchange your Christmas presents. Jimin and Taehyung are happy about your choice of presents, which to be honest isn't that much special. You've bought them clothes, one sweatshirt for Jimin and a coat for Taehyung. Both of them bought you clothing as well. Taehyung has bought you a silky purple robe, giving it to you with a little smirk on his lips when you praise the material. Jimin gives you an oversized hoodie, an expensive one which you find out when you look at the label. He just waves you off, ignoring your silent protest of him spending this much money on you.
Jimin has bought Jungkook a bag for his camera which the youngest appreciates with eyes wide and mouth opened in awe. Everyone giggles at Jungkook's expression. Taehyung has bought him black boots, similar to ones he already owns but this one according to Jungkook are even better.
Jungkook gives Taehyung a box full of face masks and face care, as he gives a similar box full of bath bombs and bath foams to Jimin since he loves baths. And then he hands them small albums causing them to look at it curiously. You do the same thing, eyeing it as they open it but before you can fully catch a glimpse of what's inside, Jungkook hands you a very similar album.
"This one's for you," he says, grinning at you as you take the album with wide eyes.
You open it, immediately gasping when the album is filled with pictures of you and your friends. As you turn pages, you find pictures of you from the camping trip, pictures you never knew were taken. There are many funny pictures from the times you hung out together, spontaneous moments when you're laughing and fooling around with either Jimin or Taehyung, or both, which makes you giggle.
There are a few pictures of you and Jungkook as well, like the ones you've taken on his phone while wearing the ridiculous bubble face masks or when you did silly poses. It makes you emotional, your heart filled with warmth as you look at Jungkook with an appreciative smile.
"Do you like it?" he asks, grinning sheepishly while Jimin and Taehyung are rolling off the bed while laughing at one of their pictures.
"I love it," you tell him honestly, smiling. "When did you even take these photos?"
He shrugs, grinning cockily when he sees you pleasantly surprised.
"Thank you, Kook. I love this." you tell him, shutting the album with a soft thud as you go hug him. He seems to be caught off guard, almost falling down his back onto the mattress behind him but he easily gets his balance back.
"Of course," he mumbles into your shoulder, hugging you back. You can smell his perfume and his scent so clearly and you take a sneaky sniff of how amazing he always smells like, before you're reminded of something.
You pull away, grinning at him as you dive your hand into the bag where your gifts have been placed, pulling out Jungkook's present.
"Another one?" he asks, surprised you've bought him one more thing besides the new boxing gloves since you know he's enjoying boxing a lot these days.
"It's nothing," you shake your head and hand him the wrapped gift.
He gives you a mere scowl, shaking his head at you in disapproval but unwraps the gift gasping. "You're insane..." he comments, causing you to snort.
"It's just a perfume, Jeon."
"But this one's expensive!" he exclaims, scowling at you as you innocently shrug.
"It's the only one you actually use, you didn't give me that much choice." you joke, seeing him shaking his head again.
It's true. He's too sensitive to certain smells, so he wasn't using perfumes and used to stick to the natural scent of his fabric detergent. But then he found a nice perfume and started wearing it ever since. The smell is incredible, even you've to admit that. It is expensive and Jungkook could easily buy it for himself. Luckily, he complained last month about how he's running out of it, so you ordered it the next day in hope he won't buy it until then.
"Thank you." he tells you honestly, giving you a warm and appreciative smile in return.
After everyone puts their gifts in their rooms, you and the guys join the rest where rap music plays in the background. You and Haneul share a smile as your eyes meet, before you join him on the couch seeing he's in the middle of a conversation with Namjoon. Maya sits next to you a few minutes after and you hold a friendly and casual conversation with her, while you sip on your wine.
"Y/N, are you joining us?" Taehyung asks, gaining your attention as he sits on the floor with Jimin, Hoseok and Seokjin. You notice Jungkook sitting down too, plopping onto his butt before he glances at you.
"Join what?" you ask in return, brows slightly furrowed in confusion as Taehyung snickers.
"A game."
You blink, staring at him dumbfounded as you snort. "I know that much," you murmur ironically, "Are you guys seriously about to play spin the bottle?"
"Of course not," Taehyung frowns, sending you a slight glare because of your mocking tone. "We're playing never have I ever."
"Ah, I'm playing!" Maya calls out enthusiastically, already standing up with her glass of wine as Taehyung cheers for her and plops into the space next to him.
You stare surprised at her, shaking off your surprise as you're met with Taehyung's raised brow. "So? You in?"
"Nah, I'll pass." you tell him, feeling somehow uncomfortable at feeling's everyone's eyes on you.
With dismissing Taehyung, you expect them to ignore you and start playing their stupid game which definitely won't be innocent. It's just their way of prying about everyone's sexlife. However, Taehyung opens his mouth again and if it weren't for the fact he's tipsy, you'd probably send daggers his way.
"What? Scared we'll find out all your dirty little secrets?" He wiggles his brow at you. You know he's just teasing you and being a pain in the ass, yet it does make you feel a little annoyed that he thinks that's the real reason.
You just think the game is stupid and childish. However, you know you'd be listening to them answering those questions.
"Fine, I'm playing. If it's boring I'm out." you mutter annoyingly, standing up as you ask Haneul if he's playing.
"No, I think I'll just watch." he grins at you, sending you a wink before you playfully roll your eyes, joining the others on the floor.
"You don't have to play if you don't want to." Jungkook speaks up, reminding you softly as you glance at him, giving him a slight smile.
"It's okay." you assure him, plopping next to Maya as Jungkook watches you with unconvinced eyes before he sighs and directs his attention elsewhere.
Kiko and Jia enter the living room together, coming from the kitchen, as they join the guys on the couch saying they're not playing. Your attention to them is quickly cut off by Taehyung's voice.
"Okay, I think we all know the rules. You drink if you've done it, if you haven't you don't drink. I've the questions here." he explains showing his phone while everyone nods along his words, agreeing with him.
The first rounds are easy, or more like expected and the whole purpose of it is to make everyone drink. You've been drinking wine but now you're mixing it with vodka, which actually makes you cringe and you seriously hope you won't throw up after this.
"Never have I ever watched porn"
"Never have I ever kissed on a first date"
"Never have I ever made out in public"
It's questions like this that made everyone drink. You can feel yourself loosen up though, which is definitely thanks to the strong taste of vodka that warms up your whole body.
"Never have I ever failed at orgasm while I masturbated."
You choke as soon as you hear Taehyung read from his phone, your eyes bulge out as you catch everyone's eyes in the circle. Ah, you really hope those voices you hear behind you are Haneul and Namjoon, and they aren't actually listening to this. Last time you checked, everyone not participating in this game pretty much ignored you guys.
You sheepishly reach for the shot, avoiding Jungkook's eyes that you know are aimed at you as you chug the shot down. Maya snorts, doing the same thing causing you to mentally sigh in relief. You don't know whether it's from the embarrassment of you drinking alone to this in front of everyone, or just the fact you feel exposed and hunted from the memory of you trying to make yourself cum using the toy Jungkook bought for you.
Luckily, there's no one that mocks you for it and Taehyung moves to the next question right away.
The next question that you don't drink to, is something about threesome which Jimin drinks to and sheepishly adds he doesn't want to talk about it when everyone stares with their mouths open. Much to your shock, you'd never expect Jimin to have a threesome but judging from the way Taehyung is grinning, he already knew about it. He assures his friend that there's nothing to be embarrassed about and there's no one that shames anyone, letting his boxy smile light up the atmosphere.
"Alright, just move on, please." Jimin mutters, cheeks slightly red from the sudden attention.
There are a couple of more questions that you don't drink like, "never have I ever sent a naughty photo to someone" or "never have I ever hooked up with someone I met online".
"Okay," Taehyung calls out, smacking his lips after he finished drinking on a question about never giving a lap dance. "Never have I ever had public sex."
There's a beat of silence for a moment, your eyes somehow automatically leading to Jungkook who glances at you already raising his cup. He raises a brow at you and you feel your palms getting sweaty, memories coming back from the camping trip. Is he thinking the same thing or did he have public sex somewhere else? You've no idea, he has never spoken about his sexlife with Kiko that much, not that you wanted to hear about it in the first place. All you know is that their sexlife has never been bad or boring. You guess it's different when you love that person.
"Y/N honey, do I see you hesitating?" Taehyung asks, lips curved in a lazy and tipsy smirk as you roll your eyes at him.
You mask your own nervousness you feel for some reason, glancing at Jungkook to see him already gulping down his shot, features scrunched at the strong taste for a few seconds as he looks back at you.
Gulping, you ask, "I'm not sure if it's exactly public." you mutter, trying to act nonchalantly as you shake your shoulders.
"It is public, Y/N." Jungkook mutters from the other side, your throat running dry as you send him a glare.
"Where was it?" Jimin asks, voice soft and slightly tired from the alcohol too.
You take a deep breath, swallowing harshly as you mentally start to panic. Not wanting to share any details, you mutter "fuck it" as you chug down the shot.
"Alright, this is starting to get interesting." Taehyung sings out as Hoseok agrees, laughing. Everyone seems to be clueless, or they act that way but you can't bring yourself to overthink it any longer.
Taehyung's phone falls down from his hands, causing Hoseok to snort as he takes the phone and reads the next question by himself. Taehyung purses his lips but doesn't complain, stretching his legs in the meantime.
"Never have I ever had period sex."
Oh, you gotta be kidding me, you think as you're ready to whine out loud but you stop yourself. You feel your heart beat loudly against your ribcage, almost as if you're being called out with these questions. To be honest, you and Jungkook had a sex when you were on your period but you barely bled. It was the end of it and as far as you know, there wasn't that much blood. Does it count? Probably.
Thankfully, your frozen state seems to go unnoticed by the rest of the people as Hoseok drinks up along with Jungkook. You glance at Jungkook, almost looking at him in question as he smirks behind his cup and chugs his shot down. Meanwhile Taehyung eagerly pours more vodka to their empty cups, Jungkook has the audacity to actually raise his brow at you, daring you to drink up.
Clearing your throat, you feel yourself getting annoyed at him. He's provoking you, obviously teasing you because he knows all of your dirty secrets. And it's because he's a part of those dirty secrets. As far as you know, he's done these things with you but it doesn't mean he's done it only with you.
You almost think you get to drink your shot in peace, ignoring Maya's grin when she notices you sneakily drinking but however, Taehyung is loud and attentive as always and nothing goes unnoticed by him.
"Y/N, you horny freak!" he laughs, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
"Shut up," you scold him, "Didn't you say no one is shaming anyone?" you mutter at him, ignoring the way he's cackling.
"I'm not shaming," he corrects and you almost think he has an apology ready on his tongue, until he opens his mouth again. "I just didn't know you're such a freak between the sheets."
You choke up, coughing as you shake your head at Taehyung, sending him a glare through your narrowed eyes. Glancing at Jungkook, you see his tongue poking his inner cheek cockily and you send him a warning glare which he just responds with an innocent shrug of his shoulders. That cocky bastard...
"Never have I ever owned a sex toy." Hoseok reads out next, causing everyone to drink up excluding you.
"Y/N, Y/N, I'm surprised. I thought you'd own a sex toy." Taehyung tsks at you, causing you to roll your eyes at him.
"Fuck off, you're annoying," you tell him, but he only beams at you with his boxy smile. "You thought wrong."
"You do own a sex toy, don't lie." Jungkook calls you out, your mouth falling open in a betrayal as Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung snicker and you swear you hear Maya giggling into her palm.
"I didn't buy it! I never wanted it!" you exclaim, protecting your pride as Jungkook narrows his eyes.
"So? You still own it."
It's funny how no one questions how the hell Jungkook knows this but then – everyone knows you guys know each other too well, so it's probably not suspicious for them. And some of them probably think you dated for real.
"Because you bought it for me!" you exclaim again, your mouth shutting right away as the silence erupts in the room.
Jungkook doesn't look drunk, but he's definitely in his tipsy and teasing mood considering how he smirks at you in triumph as he shakes his shoulders. "Don't act like you didn't like it." he simply comments, causing the rest of the guys to snicker again.
Oh, he's about to have it.
"Fuck off, Jeon."
You drink the shot, game moving smoothly as everyone seems to be amused at your bickering rather than suspicious or weirded out.
On the other side, you're too focused on the game and it's practically impossible for you to hear what's going on behind you. It's not like there's something going on, but you definitely don't catch up on Haneul's focused scowl as he looks at Kiko.
"Don't they usually get along?" he asks, wondering if hearing you two talk to each other like that is normal.
So far he's seen you teasing each other or even bickering, but this time it feels like you're second from insulting each other. It is funny, he just wonders...
"They usually do." Kiko answers lightly, shrugging as she sips on her wine before her attention is focused back to Jia as they start talking about something.
He turns back, staring ahead at the group of you as Namjoon laughs at something one of you says. He lets it be, laughing when Taehyung accidentally spills his drink from his mouth, watching it drip down his chin as you snort at him.
A few rounds later and you feel yourself grinning out of nowhere, giggling whenever someone says something funny as Jungkook keeps glancing at you and smiling amusingly at your giggly state. The mildly bitter taste of vodka makes your whole body warm and cozy, and you lean your head on Jimin's shoulder who seems to be just equally drunk. The game is over, however you're playing another one well, if you can say it. It's basically just someone, mainly Taehyung and his noisy ass, asking a question to one of you. Sometimes Hoseok and Jimin, or even Maya, join and pick one person that they want to answer.
"Alright, alright, I'm asking..." Taehyung starts, voice loud and deep as he cuts off Hoseok's laugh, scanning everyone. "Jungkook," he muses, causing the younger to raise his brows in a sudden surprise but he's back to normal in a second, smirking at Taehyung as if silently telling him to bring it on.
"Name one song you'd have a sex to."
Jungkook purses his lips, tattooed fingers rubbing his chin in thought as he makes a funny face as if he's thinking about it. He actually does seem to think about it before he sighs and shrugs. "Probably, Into It."
"Oh, whose song is that?" Hoseok asks, slightly interested in the unknown song name.
It's funny how casual everyone is while all you seem to talk about is sex. At first, you found it annoying and if you were sober, you still would. But now you're more relaxed and it's just a bunch of drunk young adults talking about their own preference. Even Namjoon, has joined the circle or more like he's done it because he wanted to be closer to Maya, as he cuddles up to her. They're so cute together, it actually makes you smile whenever you look at them.
You lift your head off Jimin's shoulder, looking at Jungkook. "Chase Atlantic, right?" you ask questionably, feeling like you're right about this one.
The band is definitely a must-have in Jungkook's playlist, you can't count how many times you've listened to them while riding with him in a car. Jungkook seems to like their music a lot, so you're already familiar with their sound and most importantly their mentioned song. You wouldn't guess Jungkook would have a sex to this song though.
"Yeah," Jungkook answers, nodding cutely before he chugs down another shot.
"Taehyungie, what's your answer to this? Why do I feel like it'd be some kind of sentimental shit song?" Jimin teases the younger, causing Taehyung to grab the cushion below his ass and aimed at him, causing you to avoid it just at the last minute as Jimin catches it with a fit of laughter.
Just right behind you, on the still same couch, Haneul's eyes narrow in confusion as he's too distracted to pay attention to the loudness of you and your friends while you're all laughing. Glancing at Kiko, he notices her looking at the group with a small smile on her face.
Are they always open like this? Sure, he has many friends that could easily be described as pigs due to their lack of maturity and a big amount of hormones. They're loud and they fool around too. And there's nothing wrong about it. He finds himself to feel comfortable in the presence of your friends and people here, they all seem like good people who like to have fun but are mature enough. He's pleasantly surprised how everyone gets along, minus the conversation he had with you about Jungkook's girlfriend, but you seem to be okay.
It almost feels as if there's a certain family vibe going on and he likes it. It feels different than him hanging out with his twenty year old friends who live for random hook-ups, getting drunk and do stupid things along the way.
However, he can't help himself to wonder about how open you and Jungkook are. It seems like you guys know each other the most, and the fact Kiko just sits there and watches you converse about such topics that include sex, is weird to him. It's not because he's jealous because he's not. There's just something, like a missing puzzle that he can't quite figure out.
And he tries to tell himself; No, they're just like this, different from everyone. Just like everyone is describing them like this.
Still, he slightly turns around to Kiko who glances at him with curious eyes, noticing the way he turned his body towards her as he looks her in the eyes.
"Are they always like this?" he asks, "Y/N and Jungkook. Do they seriously know such things about each other?"
This makes Kiko chuckle, noticing the way he looks uncertain and maybe even insecure. He hasn't been here for a while, she thinks and reasons his reaction that he seems to mask while trying to look as casual as possible.
"Yeah, they're pretty close." she simply answers, voice light and somehow assuring as if she could read his confused thoughts.
He seems to relax a little, offering her a little smile. "But isn't that weird?"
Kiko's brows furrowed in confusion before she giggles. "I think fake dating is the weirdest thing they've ever done. Why are you so confused about these questions then?" She actually finds it amusing, glancing at Haneul just to notice his frozen state as he looks as if he was just slapped in the face.
Her smile drops down immediately. Oh, no, no no, she thinks as she hurriedly straightens herself.
"What do you mean fake dating?" he asks slowly, glad there's so much loudness around him that their conversation is quiet and inconspicuous.
"Oh crap," Kiko lets out, hand slapping over her mouth as she looks like minutes from freaking out. Well, that's exactly how she feels. She feels her heart in her throat, her mind trying to assure you this is not happening but when she looks at Haneul again, it's almost certain that this is very much happening. "You didn't know?" she whispers.
"They dated?"
"It wasn't for real!" Kiko quickly justifies, shaking her head as she scoots closer to him and looks like seconds from crying, her eyes pleading. "Oh my god, I thought you knew. I'm so sorry, please don't tell Y/N you know. I'm so sorry." she pleads, trying to stay discreet with her voice so small and quiet. However, Haneul is too shocked to fully recognize the pure panic on her face.
Not that he cares about that much, because the words dating and you and Jungkook in the same sentence makes him feel as if he's just dreaming and none of this is real.
"Haneul, please--" Kiko's words are cut off as he straightens himself and walks towards the circle you and your friends created.
He squats down behind you and gently taps you on your shoulder. You're giggling, looking around as you almost lose your balance, slightly bumping to Haneul.
"Oops, sorry." you cutely apologize to your boyfriend, causing him to smile at you.
You're too tipsy to notice how tight his smile looks and before you can admire him from this proximity, he's already opening his mouth. "Can I talk to you?"
You completely ignore his request, or more like the purpose of it because it doesn't look weird to you. "Yeah, sure." you let out, already standing up as he helps you.
He glances at Jungkook, seeing him laughing at something Hoseok said. If Jungkook noticed, he'd see the cold glare Haneul gave him.
Haneul leads you upstairs to your room, thinking it'll be best to privately talk there since it became "your space together" kind of. You giggle, rambling about how much fun you're having and that he should've joined you in the game. He just gives you a tight smile whenever you look at him as his hands stay wrapped around your forearm. He doesn't hold you tight, just keeping a secure hold of you in case you'd fall but as far as he can tell, you don't look too drunk. Yes, your steps are slightly careless and clumsy, but you look fine. And you're overly giggly that he almost feels bad for taking you away from all the fun.
When you get to your room, you jump on the bed as you lay down, your body bouncing slightly from the harder impact with your arms above your head.
"Y/N," Haneul calls out to you, causing you to sit up as you lazily smile at him.
But Haneul doesn't smile back, no. He rubs his forehead a few times and you finally notice the distress written all over his scowled features as he stares at you with unknowing emotion.
"What's wrong?" you ask, still feeling the buzz from the alcohol and you've a hard time to convince yourself now is not the right time to just lay back.
"When did you want to tell me that you and Jungkook were dating apparently? Well, fake dating," he says with a cold tone, "Or did you even plan on telling me?"
And just like that, you think all the alcohol is gone from your body in seconds and you feel like your head is spinning. No, saying that his words hit you like a bucket of cold water is much more appropriate for this.
How does he know? Who told him? It's the fact that he stares you down so coldly, that you don't recognize him. He looks angry, annoyed and hurt. The worst combination as you feel yourself dryly gulp.
"Of course, I was planning to tell you." You decide to say, voice soft but strict to let him know you weren't planning to keep it a secret.
He already knows, but even you notice his face falling down a little when you don't deny it.
"Oh, really?" he scoffs, making your eyes widen. "So why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I didn't want to tell you at the very beginning of our relationship," you tell him immediately, "It's not a topic you get to talk about on a first date. I wanted to be sure of you, sure of us before I tell you. Actually I wanted to tell you on this trip." But you were too busy dealing with Jungkook.
"Tell me," he starts, voice stern. "Tell me everything."
You're taken aback at the sudden tone he sets, especially when he's acting so bossy telling you what to do. You don't like that. You could easily tell him to calm down and not talk to you in that tone. You don't appreciate it but still, you know you keeping this away from him is the reason he's acting this way. Besides, you're too shocked to properly react.
But still, he doesn't have to act like an idiot.
So sighing, you stand up keeping your distance because he looks too angry to want you to be around. Still, he looks like he's holding himself back from totally bursting.
"Jungkook asked me to pretend to be his girlfriend, it was way before we met by the way. We made a deal. I helped him and he helped me." you explain, trying to act casual when you feel like you're about to throw up.
"How did you help him?" he eyes you, frowning at you as you frown back.
"By pretending to be his girlfriend," you answer, "Look, Kiko broke up with him without any reason and somehow he thought if she saw us together, he'd be able to tell if she still has feelings for him or not. Which proved to be right because they're together. But I swear, there's nothing going on between me and him. It was all fake, we were just helping each other."
Okay, now you sound a little desperate and slightly panicked. And you're most likely sober now too.
"And how did he help you?"
Oh, fuck. 
You nibble on your bottom lip. "What?" you whisper, causing Haneul to narrow his eyes suspiciously at you as he senses something is wrong.
"You told me you helped him and he helped you," Fuck, he already sounds angry with his low and slow tone. "So I'm asking, how did he help you?"
You gulp, looking at him apologetically as you plead with him with your eyes to let it go. But he only looks at you even more sternly, not budging, meanwhile you feel like if you still weren't so shocked, you'd actually start crying. This feels like a nightmare.
"Haneul please, you've to trust me that--"
"Don't bullshit me, Y/N," he snaps at you, your eyes widening immediately. He has never talked to you like this and you don't know what to think about it. "Just tell me," he says more gently, but still looking at you with dark eyes.
"It didn't mean anythi--"
"God, Y/N stop beating around the bush." he cuts you off harshly, your mouth shutting before you burst.
"We hooked up, alright?" you exclaim in annoyance. "We hooked up, satisfied?" you murmur, tearing your eyes off him for a moment to look at the closed door.
It's the silence that makes everything even more uncomfortable and you force yourself to look at him.
"We just made a deal, my ex was pretty boring when it came to this sex stuff and somehow, we made this deal." It sounds so freaking stupid, you feel embarrassment crawling down your back as he scoffs loudly.
"All this time you assured me there's nothing going on between you two, you actually fucked him before?!" He raises his voice, making you flinch.
"I--yes, but we're fine. He's back with Kiko and I've you. We stopped it right after he was sure of Kiko and I've never wanted anything more with him. We're so passed that, Haneul please--"
You panic when he wraps his hands around the back of his head and turns around to you with his back. You step closer but he only flinches when he senses your body.
"I'm so fucking stupid," he spits, pacing around the room as you watch him with the same panic in your eyes.
Your stomach clenches uncomfortably and you feel like you're about to seriously throw up. Not from the alcohol, but the nervosity and dozens of different emotions of discomfort that you feel.
"All this time--" he exclaims, stopping as he takes a deep breath. "Who even fucks their friend?"
"A lot of people, actually." you retort and he shoots you a glare.
"I was sitting in the same car with him, I was just with him in the same room while you played that stupid game. No wonder he knew all of your secrets, right?"
He sounds so spiteful and you feel so small underneath his dark and angry eyes. Where is your big mouth when you need it? You can barely open your mouth, your hands slightly shaking.
You feel embarrassed, he makes you feel that way because he actually mocks you. Most likely, you're hurt by him right now. You should've told him but it's not like you weren't planning to. He has to understand you just started dating and you wouldn't brag about such an intimate thing. Not when it happened way before you even met him. He acts as if you cheated on him or like you've done it during the time you met him or were going on dates.
"Haneul, please. I get that you're angry and hurt but trust me, I was planning to tell you. And Jungkook and I are just friends." you assure him for like a thousand times during your relationship.
"I'm going home." he says, completely ignoring your previous words as you widen your eyes and quickly jump to stop him from walking to his suitcase.
"What? No, please don't leave." you plead him, grasping his arms tighter.
He looks down at you, eyes cold and emotionless as he shakes your hands off him. "My grandma is sick anyway, I'll go and see her."
"But it's too late! And--and how will you go?"
"I'll call one of my friends, or I'll ask Jimin to drive me. Honestly, I'd walk there, I don't care. I can't be here for another minute."
"Haneul, please," you whimper when he starts opening the drawers and pulling out his clothes. "We can just talk about it, you don't have to leave."
"I want to," he grumbles before he opens his suitcase and starts messily tossing his clothes there. "Leave. I want to leave."
And that's when you realize there's nothing you can do to stop him. He needs to cool off and think about what his next decision will be, you know all of this. Yet you can't avoid your eyes watering and tears running down your cheeks soon after. It's the little sniffle you accidentally let out that makes Haneul glance across his shoulder to look at you.
"I just need to think. I just know I can't be here any longer." he tells you, somehow softer than before but you still see the wall he's building between you two and it pains you.
"Are you breaking up with me?" you ask silently, wiping your tears because you feel pathetic. You just wish he'd stay, that's all you want from him. He doesn't have to understand you right away, he doesn't have to talk about it with you right now. The hell, he doesn't even have to stay in this bedroom with you. But you just want him to stay.
He sighs, letting go of his shirt that falls into his suitcase as he turns around to look at you again. "No, do you want me to?"
"No? Would I be crying if I wanted to?" you almost snap at him, holding yourself from biting back bitterly.
Do you even have any right to feel angry at him for having this kind of reaction? Your emotions and thoughts are all over the place and you, even yourself, can't tell what you feel. All you know is that you want him to stay and he doesn't have to leave so abruptly. You should talk about it like adults, there's no need for him to make his getaway.
He scoffs, tossing back his clothes angrily to his suitcase. You don't apologize, you don't think you've to be apologizing for answering honestly his stupid question.
"At least tell me who told you." you tell him, thinking he's going to ignore you because he keeps doing his own task for a couple of seconds before he glances at you.
"It doesn't matter."
"Maybe it doesn't matter to you, but it does matter to me. I think I deserve to know who told you. It was my thing to tell, no one else's."
Okay, now you sound a little bit mad.
"You mean secret," he spits at you, "It's not your thing to tell. It was your secret to tell."
"Oh come on, I wanted to tell you!" you exclaim, "How many times do I have to tell you that? It's not my fault you don't trust me. I still stand for what I told you. Me and Jungkook are nothing, just friends. It's in the past and it happened before I even met you. I get that you're angry at me for keeping this away from you, but I had my own reasons. And it's not like I was planning to keep this away from you forever."
"Are you sure you're just nothing? I don't find it comfortable to know you used to fuck him." he barks, shutting his suitcase as he stands up abruptly.
"And that's understandable but you should trust me. I'm sorry that you don't," you tell him, sounding hurt but you don't try to mask it. Because that's exactly how you feel. "You want to leave? Fine. No one will hold you here against your will. At least tell me who told you."
"Kiko," he answers, "Satisfied?"
Of fucking course. That bit--
"But it's not her fault. It's yours."
You gape at him, left completely speechless with thousands of your thoughts. It makes sense. She's been sitting next to him the last time you look at Haneul. You see red, not able to control yourself as you give Haneul his space because clearly you're done here. There's nothing you could say to make him stay here and he seems too angry to even want to be in the same room as you.
You storm out of the room, smacking the door shut with a loud thud as you make your way downstairs. You can't even hear the music anymore, everything is clouded with anger and hurt. You're not stopping on the stairs, eyes searching for that one person that is responsible for Haneul knowing before you could tell him and properly talk to him.
You see her, standing next to Jungkook as she nibbles on her bottom lip. You're too upset to realize she looks freaking nervous and then she spots you coming down the stairs, her mouth opening as she tries to hide behind Jungkook. He's too engrossed by talking to the guys to notice her doing that and then he spots you, smiling and ready to wave you over but then he sees the way your face is twisted in anger and there are tears coming down your cheeks. His eyes widen, glancing behind him to find Kiko looking scared shitless.
You're ready to jump at her, ready to yell but Jungkook's reactions are way faster. He halts you just when you're two steps away from them, gripping your shoulders.
"Woah, hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?" he asks, keeping you in place as you trash in his arms.
"Let me go," you spit, trying to get out of his hold and you almost succeed, ready to claw out his girlfriend's eyes. "It's your fault!" you scream at her, she squirms on her spot and yelps but before you can get to her, Jungkook hooks his arm around your waist, spinning you around.
Trashing even more, you curse at him to let you go as he holds you tightly. Everyone stares at you, probably thinking you're crazy but you don't see them. All you can focus on is the hurt and anger you feel towards the woman that keeps squirming in her spot and even has the audacity to look at you with pitiful eyes.
"Woah, calm down tiger," Jungkook tells you, still holding you tightly as you groan. "Tell me what happened."
"It's her fault," you bark, pointing at Kiko as he glances at her. "You told Haneul! You had no right! You're such a bitch!" you scream at her, Taehyung coming up to you as he puts his hand affectionately on your shoulder.
You notice Jimin staring at you with worried eyes as well, glancing between you and Kiko.
"Y/N, look at me," Jungkook says, cupping your face tightly as he makes you look at him. You do, but you're fuming and ready to trash again but before you can, he opens his mouth again. "Tell me. Talk to me."
You shut your eyes, more tears falling down your cheeks as narrows his eyes in confusion, but doesn't hesitate to wipe your tears. Fuck, you just want to cry.
"She told Haneul about us. She told him." you cry out, Jungkook's mouth opening in a pure shock, not believing your words until after a few moments, he finally processes what you just told him.
He looks at Taehyung, glancing down at you in his arms. Taehyung takes the hint, grabbing you by your shoulders as he gently hugs you closer to him. Jungkook looks at Kiko and he realizes someone turned off the music. Everyone is standing nearby and staring at the scene unfolding in front of them. Hoseok, Jimin, Namjoon, Maya and Jin. Jia is the only one who went to bed early since she felt tired.
Jungkook's and Kiko's eyes meet, her hugging closer to herself while nibbling on her bottom lip as a kid that's in trouble. Maybe this is all just a mistake or some sick joke. But when he sees guilt written all over her usually soft and sweet features, he knows it's true. You're telling the truth and it's not a mistake that could be discussed because what's done is done. Jungkook glares at her without even knowing, not liking how guilty she's looking at him.
He starts making his way over to her, Hoseok glancing between his friend and best friend as he opens his mouth and interferes. "Jungkook, I don't know what happened but let's--"
He's cut off by Jungkook who stops him with his hand, not halting his steps towards Kiko whose mouth is already trembling. Not in fear, there's no need for her to be scared of Jungkook, he'd never hurt her. But he looks damn pissed and she looks more like trembling because of her guilt rather than anything else.
"Kookie, I can explain, it was an accident. I didn't know--"
He grabs her by her forearm, not too tightly to leave a bruise but even she is surprised by the tighter grasp he has on her. He leads her out of the huge room, opening the first door he sees which is a smaller guest room. There's no time to look around or to realize this is the first time he's been and seen this room.
"I didn't know he didn't know. He asked about you and her and it slipped, I swear to you. I'd never hurt Y/N like that!" she apologizes quickly, grasping Jungkook's hands as soon as he lets go of her.
"Why the hell would you even assume he knows? Didn't you think about the possibility he doesn't know?" he asks through clenched teeth, closing his for a second. All he can see is you crying and battling with all the emotions in front of everyone.
He believes Kiko, he doesn't think she did it on purpose. But that doesn't mean what she did wasn't wrong, even if it was a mistake. She should've thought about what she's saying before she said it. She messed up everything and judging by your reaction, Haneul probably hasn't taken it well. You wouldn't cry if he did. You'd probably be pissed, but you wouldn't cry just like that in front of everyone.
"I didn't think about that, I just assumed..." she mumbles.
"You didn't think, exactly," he scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know what happened between them, but are you aware there's a chance you ruined their relationship?"
Kiko pulls her hands away, looking down at her feet in shame. "I know, I'm sorry."
"You shouldn't be apologizing to me," he points out, voice rough and cold. Fuck, he doesn't know what to do, how to solve this. There's no way to fix this. "But just for your own sake, I wouldn't go near her right now."
Kiko nods, understanding that as Jungkook turns around and leaves her standing in the room with her own pondering thoughts and most importantly, her guilt. When he joins the others he sees you hugging Jimin as Taehyung caresses your hair, glancing at Jungkook with pitiful eyes. It's not a good sight to any of your friends.
When you spot Jungkook, you frown and look around, without doubt searching for Kiko but she doesn't come back like you expect her to.
"It's her fault." you tell him as soon as he's close.
"It is." He doesn't protest.
"You should've let me slap the fuck out of her. I was trying to be decent with her, I was trying and what she did? She ruined my relationship." you spit, Jimin cooing at you but it doesn't seem to help so he glances at Jungkook and pleads with him to do something.
Jungkook doesn't know what that means. Did Haneul break up with you? Surely, he isn't that stupid to do so over this. As far as he knows, you wanted to tell him. You're not a liar.
"Easy there, there's no need for that. I know you're angry and hurt, what she did isn't right. It was a mistake."
"Are you defending her?" you bark, almost jumping at Jungkook who stares at you with doe eyes and Jimin grunts trying to hold you back. Taehyung grips your shoulder and whispers something to you which makes you stay in your place.
"No, I'm just saying." Jungkook says, raising his brows in a silent pity. He doesn't want to fight, he knows you're too vulnerable to hold a conversation without getting sad or angry.
"Then you better shut up." you spit at him, feeling a pang in your chest for acting like this towards him. You know you'll most likely regret it later.
"Okay, tell us love," Jimin says softly, "Where is Haneul?"
He definitely doesn't want to pry or hurt you more, but he feels like he should ask. He's nowhere near sight and they still don't know what exactly happened between you two.
"Upstairs," you sniffle, "He's going home. He doesn't want to stay here."
"Did he... did he break up with you?" Taehyung asks, causing Jimin and Jungkook to shoot him glare as he widens his eyes and shrugs, mouthing 'What?'.
"No," you murmur, "He said he's not but who knows what he'll do." you sniffle.
"It's too late, how the hell does he want to go home?" Jimin voices his thoughts, not liking the drama. It's clear Haneul acts upon his feelings right now, but he definitely should've thought about his decision properly even if it's just for his sake. He's just making a rushed decision, he should be more mature about this.
"He said he'll call one of his friends or he'll ask you." you tell him, voice shaken up before you look at Jimin.
Jimin had one shot and mainly played the game without drinking, wanting to go easy on himself before New Year's Eve because he knows he'll be drunk tomorrow. Two hangovers right after each other doesn't sound good. So he should be fine driving.
He offers you a pitiful gaze, wiping your tears before Jungkook approaches. You stare at him, more like glaring at him and he knows exactly why. None of this is his fault. But you're angry at his girlfriend and she's not present, so you naturally feel anger towards him too. It probably doesn't make sense, but that's what so many uncomfortable and sensitive emotions do to you.
As much as you love Jimin and Taehyung, and appreciate them staying close wanting to comfort you, Jungkook is someone you need close too. As if he could recognize the look you give him, he offers you a slight smile.
"Come here."
You don't hesitate, Jimin lets you go and you fall into Jungkook's arms immediately, crying into his chest. He leans his cheek on top of your head, silently shushing you as he rubs your back.
"It's gonna be okay." That's what he repeats to you and you're completely clueless to approaching the person, unless you hear him call out to Jimin.
You pull away from Jungkook, staring at Haneul who completely ignores you and looks at Jimin.
"Would you mind driving me to a train station? It should be like forty minutes from here." he asks, your heart scrunching at the lack of attention he gives you. Or more like he gives you none. He purposely doesn't look your way and it hurts.
Jimin turns around to glance at you, silently asking you with his eyes. He's definitely being put in an uncomfortable situation.
"It's okay, Jimin." you tell him silently, looking back at Haneul who finally spares you a glance.
Seeing Jungkook so close to you, you see the hurt and anger twisting on her features even though he's trying to appear strong and neutral in front of everyone. You know he probably feels awkward too, considering everyone is staring at him. At least they're kind enough not to glare at him.
Jimin nods, "Sure. Let me just get my keys and wallet."
Jimin offers you one last look, ready to go upstairs to grab his stuff before Haneul's definitive departure. You're no longer in Jungkook's arms, but you feel his presence behind you and something inside Haneul sparks at the sight of you two. He knows it's him being mad, hurt, upset and jealous. It's the way Jungkook stares him down as if he wants to beat the shit out of him for making you cry. It's bizarre.
And the anger even intensifies and alcohol does its own thing, before he can think he's already opening his mouth.
"So what? Did you fuck Jimin and Taehyung too?" he spits at you, looking at you almost with a disgust and new found anger.
Your mouth falls open and complete silence erupts in the room, even Jimin stops in his tracks to stare in disbelief at him. You're not the first one to react, you don't even know how you should react. You feel ashamed, embarrassed, hurt and angry that he talks to you in front of everyone. No, that he even has the audacity to talk to you like this.
However, Jungkook is the first one to react and you don't have the time to hold him back, not that you'd do much even if you had the time considering Jungkook's big size and strength, he's already lashing at Haneul.
It's happening in slow motion but then it's so quick that you barely realize what's happening.
Jungkook grabs Haneul by the collar of his sweatshirt and before you can yell at him to stop, he's already punching Haneul in his jaw. Haneul falls down, yelping in pain as you stay frozen in spot.
"Fuck!" Haneul yells and holds his left side of face in pain, glaring at Jungkook who's standing above him.
"If you ever talk to her like that ever again, it'll be more than just one punch." he warns him, speaking with a loud and stern voice as you gasp, rushing towards them.
You hold Jungkook's wrist causing him to glance down at you as you scowl at him.
"Jungkook, stop." you tell him, tugging him back in fear Haneul would say something in return and you just know Jungkook won't hesitate to actually punch him again.
Jungkook listens, walking to the middle of the room where Namjoon comes up to him and checks him while Jungkook just seems to be glaring at Haneul with dark eyes, not even glancing in Namjoon's way.
Maya joins you, approaching you carefully as she places her hand on your shoulder and offers you a soft smile.
Haneul stands up, not sparing anyone a glance as he grabs his suitcase and drags it outside of the cabin. Jimin looks at you and you give him a nod, knowing he's silently debating what he should do. He nods back, quickly going upstairs.
"I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Maya checks up with you, Taehyung standing right by your side and if you weren't so sad and shocked, you'd joke about him being your bodyguard. It really looks that way.
By the time you plainly answer Maya's worried questions, you see Jimin going down and getting out of the cabin too. This is it, you think. Haneul is not going to come back and who knows what will happen with your relationship. It hurts to even think about it, but you can't help it.
As you're pondering over Haneul, he's already sitting in Jimin's car as your friend sits into the car angrily and shuts the door. He gives Haneul a glare, not even sorry for his bruised cheek and jaw as he sees him cupping it.
"Ah shit, this hurts." he even complains when Jimin starts the engine and puts the car into drive.
"Just so you know, if it weren't for Y/N I would not drive you and I'd let you walk back to Seoul," Jimin tells him coldly. "And if you weren't bleeding already, I'd punch you too."
"I think Jungkook took care of that." Haneul comments sarcastically, causing Jimin to grip the steering wheel tighter. Would you be mad if he punched him too? On another note, he already looks like he's in huge pain.
"Jungkook may have taken care of that, but Jungkook isn't the only friend she has. She has me and Taehyung too. And Jungkook isn't the only one who'll punch you if we ever hear you talking to our friend like that." Jimin tells him through clenched teeth, trying his best to control himself.
Luckily, Haneul stays silent for the rest of the ride and doesn't give Jimin another reason to want to punch him.
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When everyone checked on you, or more like gave you pitiful looks and smiles, you realized Jungkook is nowhere near sight. Namjoon tells you he went to the bathroom to take care of his hand, so you thank him and make your way upstairs.
Just like Namjoon has told you, Jungkook is in a bathroom, holding his hand in the sick under the cold water. Jungkook looks at you but he goes back staring at his hand.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, frowning when you turn off the water and hand him an ice pack. He grabs it, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub as you lean against the sink, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Why the hell would you punch him?" you ask, frowning but your tone remains calm.
Jungkook frowns, staring at you for a moment before he scoffs. "Did you not hear what he said? He should be glad I ended up punching him once."
You roll your eyes. "But look at you, your knuckles are cracked and your hand must hurt like hell. Was it really worth it?" you exclaim, pointing towards his hand that is now covered by the ice pack you've brought him.
"Actually yes, it was," he responds dryly, "And I'd do it again."
You sigh, turning around and rummaging through cabinets when you finally find the first aid kid. You motion for him to move the ice pack away, checking his hand to see it's not as awful as you thought. Still, some of his skin is cracked and probably bled too. Jungkook has already cleaned it, so you pull out a tube of antibiotic ointment and apply a thin layer on his skin.
He doesn't gasp or wince when your fingertips touch his knuckles, but sits there with a scowl and slightly pouted lips as a scolded kid. You keep glancing at him every now and then, noticing he's deeply in thoughts barely feeling your hands treating his wound.
"You should probably put a bandage over it," you advise, but Jungkook just waves you off causing you to frown before you sigh. "Fine, do whatever you want." you grumble, putting the first aid kid back after placing the stuff from there in their place.
You turn around, quickly walking out of the room when you feel tears pricking your eyes again. You burst into tears as soon as you make it to your room, noticing there's no Haneul's stuff around and the room suddenly looks and feels empty. You haven't been dating for too long, but it still hurts knowing he decided to leave. And the fact he did just a day before New Year's Eve. You imagined celebrating New Year differently, with him by your side. Now you're not in the mood to even celebrate something. You just want to lock yourself in this room and not get out.
Or maybe you should head back to Seoul too. What are you going to do here? Everyone wants to have fun and celebrate tomorrow, you'll be just ruining it.
You sit on the bed, glancing at Haneul's side of the bed and that's when the door from your bedroom opens. Jimin and Taehyung stand there, pausing before they find you on the bed and look at you with a saddened gaze.
"Oh, sweetie," Taehyung calls out, the two of them immediately rushing towards you after closing the door. They join you in the bed, hugging you immediately. "You're not alone, you know that right?" he mumbles to your hair as you cuddle up to Taehyung and sniffle into his shirt.
You muster to nod weakly, feeling Jimin's hand caressing your back comfortingly.
"I-is he gone?" you ask, glancing at Jimin who smiles sadly and gives you a nod.
"I don't know if it helps, but he looked like he was in a lot of pain."
"Of course, he was. Have you seen Jungkook? It was like a movie. The hell, he punched him like a professional boxer and was right in front of him like a flash, he moved so fast. There's no doubt he's in pain, look how strong Jungkook is and he knows how to fight. And have you seen his muscles?"
Jimin stares dumbfoundedly at his friend, shaking his head at him. "Tae, now is not the right time."
Taehyung shrugs, pursing his lips a little. But then the two men are surprised when they hear you let out a small giggle caused by Taehyung's excited tone and him rumbling. He always says the most random thing, even things that might be considered as inappropriate.
The two of them laugh, trying to cheer you up but you just tell them to shut up. They do.
The door opens and Jungkook appears there, gently closing it as he waits for you to look at him.
"We were just talking about you." Taehyung speaks up, beating up the silence first.
"Yeah? What were you talking about me?" Jungkook asks, voice neutral as he keeps his eyes solely on you.
"What a great puncher you are. Holy shit man, you're like a professional. That was so cool!" Taehyung can't hide his excitement and admiration he has for Jungkook anymore, causing you and Jimin to look at him with narrowed eyes.
"Taehyung," Jimin calls out to him lightly, causing the younger one to look at him with a boxy smile. "Shut up. Not the right time." he snaps, causing his smile to drop as he pouts again.
Jungkook slowly makes his way towards your bed, his own features twisted in worry and sadness at the sight of you.
"I'm sorry if me punching him wasn't the right decision." Jungkook says, sounding somehow plainly but gently at the same time. Even, you know it's difficult for him to say this, knowing Jungkook doesn't regret doing it in the first place.
"The hell dude? Why are you apologizing? He deserved it!"
"Oh my god, seriously shut up!" Jimin exclaims in irritation at Taehyung, causing him to sulk back but he still glares at his friend for scolding him.
You giggle, causing the three men to look at you almost surprisingly before a smile makes a way on each of their lips. You can't help it. You're still hurting but it's amusing to see your friends in their natural habitat. It makes you feel like at least one thing hasn't changed.
"What's done is done," you tell Jungkook, "I don't want to think about it right now."
He offers you a nod, respecting that completely. You lay in the bed, your three friends joining you as they sandwich you between them. Taehyung and Jimin decide to stay in your room for the night, ignoring your protests of them not having to do that. The bed is big enough, but you know it'll most likely get uncomfortable during your sleep when everyone starts moving around.
Jungkook goes back to his room, leaving just when he notices everyone is getting tired. After he takes a shower, he goes straight to bed thinking Kiko is already sleeping. Just as he lays down, she turns to him fully awake.
"I'm sorry," she apologizes silently again, "I wish I could turn back time."
"Well, you can't," Jungkook barks, sighing when he realizes the tone of his voice. "Just... go back to sleep." he tells her more softly as she turns around from him knowing it's better to stay quiet.
He feels bad for snapping at her but he also feels annoyed at her because she had no right to interfere into your relationship and privacy. So he stares at the ceiling until he has an inner battle with his sleep, eyes fluttering shut before he falls asleep.
On the opposite side of the hallway, you're fully awake staring at the ceiling while hearing soft puffs and light snores from Jimin and Taehyung. Taehyung has his entire leg wrapped around your body, cuddling up to you as Jimin is turned around to you with his back.
Just the memories of what happened today are too painful and you feel like you're torturing yourself by thinking about the good time you spent here before it all went downhill. You feel betrayed by Kiko. You tried your best to respect her and this is what she does to you? Is this some kind of revenge? She looked sorry but you don't trust her. Just the thought of her makes your blood boil, you can't help it. You've never felt like you want to physically hurt her, you're not the type to do that.
You were just so mad and controlled by the anger and hurt, that you've no idea what would've happened if Jungkook didn't catch you in time and keep you in place. Your heart and head throbs at the same time, and you're trying your best not to cry again. But you no longer feel weak, you get this sudden shoot of anger and energy inside you, wanting to hurt Kiko just like she hurt you.
How does she always end up being the good one? Not only she messed with Jungkook, she messed with you and maybe ruined your relationship with her big mouth.
And you won't let it slide. No, you won't do that again. Not even for Jungkook's sake.
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"What time?"
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"Why not?"
"It's embarrassing..."
"We've been dating for three years?"
You laugh at your girlfriend's flustered rambling- something about it being more embarrassing when she's at work or whatnot. You really weren't listening. Her voice always puts you under some sort of spell, where you become this lovey dovey, annoyingly sappy version of yourself. You have a stupidly lopsided grin on your face as she mumbles about how she should get back to work but she's so excited to see you tonight.
"Love you, Zhu Yuan!"
"Ack- don't...love you too." she mumbles the last part out quickly and quietly, but then quickly sends a follow up text after:
from: my officer <3:
I'm so sorry!!!
I love you sosososososo much
It's embarrassing to say it out loud in front of my coworkers...
I love youuuuuuuuuuuuu
to: my officer <3
love you most, my darlingggg <3
You just giggle at her texts before putting your phone away.
If you knew what was going to happen next, you probably would've written her a note or recorded a voice message for her- tell her how much you truly love her, how she was everything to you. But you don't really have time to do all that. You really only have a three second window between staring down at a car way past the speed limit and dying.
You hope she knows that your last thought was her.
She waits at Waterfall Soup at 6 on the dot- like you agreed on. She hums to herself, starting awkward conversations with General Chop and bidding Belle and Wise farewell as they finish their meal. She stands and stands, fidgeting with the sleeves of her jacket and clicking at random apps on her phone. The minutes continue to pass, one by one, but you still don't show up. She sighs, trying to push down the disappiontment as she fires you another text.
to: my girlfriend !! <3
Where are you?
Everything okay?
Another ten minutes pass, nothing.
to: my girlfriend !! <3
Hello?
Did you forget?
She started to grow annoyed- at the end she decides to call you. The phone rings, rings, rings... and nothing. She groans, pushing her phone into her pocket. She's tired and hungry. She calls you again, and again. By the third failed call, her annoyance turns into worry. She begins feels her stomach churn as she goes through all the possibilities of what might've happened to you- maybe your phone just died. Surely, your phone just died, right?
She calls your closest friend, Grace or something. She doesn't pick up either. Now she actually feels like she should be panicking. Grace refuses to pick up, and she keeps calling until a different line comes in- she doesn't recognise the number but in her line of work any call can be important. She sighs, groaning frustratedly as she picks up.
"Hello-?"
"Is this Zhu Yuan?"
"Yeah?"
"This is New Eridu Hospital. You were listed as an emergency contact for..."
They said your name.
Your name.
Human language was created so that people could communicate, people could plan, organise, discuss. But the human language also has this incredibly ability to make you feel, and it's truly inrcedible how a few words can cause your entire world to shatter into nothing.
"She's not going to make it."
"What?"
Her own voice is shaky, quiet. She can barely hear herself. She feels her blood run cold, her hands shaking as the tips of her fingers grow as cold as ice. She swallows, shaking her head.
"What?"
"You should-"
She doesn't even let them finish, she's already hailed a cab off the street. The entire time she has to fight the sickening urge to throw up, her heart is beating in her chest and she can't breathe. She wants to beg the taxi driver to go faster but there's only a certain speed they can reach up to before they literally break the sound barrier. By the time she arrives at the hospital, she doesn't even bother waiting for change. She throws down a wad of cash and runs- dashing through the doors of the hospital. The bright lights and the stench of disinfectant hits her like a truck
"Hello? I'm here to see-"
"Zhu Yuan?"
She freezes. She recognises that voice- Grace. Seated next to her was her sister, Koleda. Grace's eyes were red as she wipes at the tears on her face.
"Grace? Grace, where is she, is she okay?"
Grace just breaks down into sobs and she already knows the answer to the question. She can feel her knees going weak, collapsing to the floor. Koleda rushes up next to her, her own voice hoarse and raspy as she wraps a comforting arm around Zhu Yuan.
"I'm sorry." Koleda hushes out, but she can barely focus.
All she can do is stare ahead, tunnel visioning as she feels every ounce of her being slowly crumble- each piece slowly being torn off or chipped away as Grace echoes back what happened earlier that day. You had gotten hit by a car soon after she had just gotten off from work, and there was little to no chance of survival. It was a miracle you even made it to the hospital alive, but Zhu Yuan wasn't fast enough. Fuck, not even Grace was allowed to see you because it was that fucked up.
She just stays on the ground, refusing to move. Zhu Yuan felt sick just thinking about it, her breathing shallow as she watches the life she's built turn into just a memory right in front of her eyes. She watches her future turn into the past, her life diverge from what it was supposed to be into a new unknown. She watches you fade, she can still feel your smile against her neck when she hugs you close. She can still feel your kisses against her cheek after a long day of work but it's only a feeling now.
It'll only stay a feeling now.
She never even got to see your body. She never got to hold your hand for the last time- only watching as they lowered you to the ground. It never felt real until that day. The day she watched you, in a box, lower into nothing but a ditch and she wails. She begs them to stop and she begs you to just wake up. She cries, screaming for you to wake up- just wake up. She hopes this is all some sick and fucked up prank but the box just lowers and lowers- until you become nothing more than a memory. Your texts become nothing more but a reminder, your photographs are nothing but taunts.
from: my girlfriend!! <3 (sent 5 days ago)
u r my world zhu yuan
missed u
excited to see u soon!
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