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smartkookiee · 2 months ago

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Wounds We Never Show // Ch.4 — jjk.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・ ❥pairing: Jungkook x Reader (she/they, afab) ❥genre/rating: 18 +explicit content, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, enemies with benefits ❥chapter warnings/tags: Drinking, Swearing, Fighting, multiple uses of the middle finger, some medical talk, Smoking,.........SMUT, making out, heavy petting, dirty talk, protected sex (WRAP IT UP), cum eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral (f.receiving), cowgirl, JK a little obsessed with your body (squint), somewhat pathetic jk? yeah its really hot and intense just trust me, like the tension is so.... Oh it all sorts of confusing for everyone's feelings. This chapter had ME giggling ❥word-count: 15.1k (hehehe) ❥Series Masterlist Previous Chapter ||❥|| Next chapter fic is cross posted to ao3 send an ask or comment on post to be added to the taglist! .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・

You had hoped—no—prayed, that your gas station encounter with Jungkook would be a one off encounter. You had pushed it from your mind and tucked it away because it probably would be the only time it would happen. It has been kicking up old memories these days. Old frustrations and annoyances as well.

Many stories for another time, but college was on your mind now. How everything played out… you still to this day have no idea what set Jungkook off so bad.

Sighing, you stirred your noodles in your ramen cup, eyes tracing little circles as you zoned out in thought. This side of the hospital was quieter, and you enjoyed the break room here. A small, cozy spot where you could actually hear yourself think. You were so lost in memories that you didn’t notice someone else had walked in.

“Y/N?”

You blinked and looked up, nearly dropping your chopsticks. Dr. Kim Seokjin stood beside you, his tall frame practically radiating energy. His white coat was open, slightly wrinkled as if he’d been speed-walking for hours, and he was flashing you the kind of grin that could probably be seen from space.

“Dr. Kim,” you said, straightening up, a polite smile forming. You’d wanted to talk with him yesterday, but schedules had kept you both busy. “Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning.” He laughed and held a hand out to you in a theatrical manner. “I know we’ve met before but thought I should reintroduce myself. Properly this time!”

“Oh, no problem, sir. I feel like I know everything about you already, the others have been filling me in.” You took his hand, and his grip was warm and reassuring, with just a hint of that showmanship flair he couldn’t seem to hide.

“And I’ve been seeing your work in the charts,” he said, barely pausing for breath. “Your attention to detail is phenomenal! I’m really sorry I haven’t been around to welcome you properly! Vic’s thrilled to have you up here—I get why,” He puttered around the small room to the counters, taking an apple. “And listen, my office is always open if you need anything. Anything. Or just go and pester Yoongi,” he added with a gleam in his eye. “He needs a good pestering every now and then.”

You laugh, nodding. “Oh I have no issue bothering Yoongi.”

“Perfect, you'll do great up here.” Tossing the apple up and catching it smoothly, he began to take a few small steps back out of the room, “Wish I could stay and chat more, but surgery calls. But hey, we’ll talk later this week. I promise!”

Right then, he bumped backward straight into Vic, who was stepping into the room with a look that could cut through any excuse Seokjin could come up with. She gave him a once-over, crossing her arms and tilting her head.

“Shouldn’t you be heading to surgery, Dr. Kim?” She asked, her voice dry as sandpaper.

Seokjin’s face twisted into a pout. “Wow, not even a good morning, Dr. Kim, you miracle-worker? Or maybe, how was your life-changing surgery last night?” He took an exaggerated bite out of his apple, grinning at her with a mischievous gleam.

Vic rolled her eyes but humored him, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Good morning, Dr. Kim, miracle-worker. How was your life-changing surgery last night? Now can you get to the surgical floor before they decide to operate on you instead?”

“Fine,” Seokjin continued to pout as he made his way out of the room, calling back. “I’ll have you know I saved at least seven lives last night!”

“Great, now go save seven more!” Vic let out an exasperated laugh, closing the break room door. You laughed a little bit taking another bite of your ramen. Vic pulled up a chair in front of you, slumping down with a heavy sigh.

“He certainty makes your life easy, huh?” You tease Vic, and she laughs.

“Oh, definitely,” Vic replied, rolling her eyes but unable to hide her fond smile. “But he’s a good guy, even with all the theatrics. A great surgeon.”

“I believe it.” You said. Even though it was only your second day up here you had already heard so many good things. You knew Seokjin somewhat but now you felt like you really knew him—even though you had maybe two conversations.

Vic leaned on her hand, watching you with a glint of curiosity. “Please tell me you have an interesting story or something to distract me with. I’m about to lose my mind doing the same rounds all day.”

You snort, dragging out a long sigh for effect., “I ran into Jungkook last night.”

Her eyes lit up, and she sat up straight. “Oh really?”

“Turns out he works close to where I live. We bumped into each other at the store by my place.” You scrunch your face up in mild annoyance.

“Booty call on demand. That’s convenient.” Vic laughs to herself but can tell you aren’t so amused. “Sorry, so was it weird?”

You paused, “A little? He… wanted to talk about it.”

“Oh, interesting.” Vic scooted her chair closer to you, like you were going to reveal some big secret.

So, you told her everything—not that there was much to tell, but Vic was hanging on every word as if it were the best gossip she'd heard all week. You admitted you were hoping it was a one-off encounter; the idea of walking a couple of extra blocks just to avoid the place was tempting.

“How fun!” Vic leaned back in her seat and rested her arms behind her head.

You roll your eyes, “You and I have different definitions of fun.”

Vic smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Every time you guys meet, it’s like God flips a coin. Fight or... you know.” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully, her grin widening as you kicked her ankle under the table.

“Stop.” You stood up, mostly eager to escape her relentless teasing.

You pushed the thought of Jungkook out of your mind, spending the rest of the day diving into your rounds. By the time you finished, exhaustion hit you full force, but you decided you needed a quick pick-me-up. Maybe a small snack and an energy drink for tomorrow would do you some good. So you stopped by the convenience store near your apartment again today, hoping for a quiet, uneventful errand.

Well that was up until–

“Oh god damn it,” you muttered under your breath, spotting Jungkook at the end of one of the aisles. He noticed you at the same moment, blinking as if the universe had just pulled a fast one on him.

“You’re kidding right?” Jungkook whispered into the air, looking up to the ceiling like he was talking to something else. Of course you would be here again, he had purposefully decided to show up at a different time in the hopes he wouldn’t run into you again but here you were.

You quickly grabbed your snack, brushing past him without a word, darting to the drinks for a swift escape. Jungkook watched for a second before going back to his shopping, both of you clearly trying to act unaffected. After rushing to the counter, you checked out and slipped out of the store as quickly as you’d arrived. Behind you, Jungkook let out a quiet sigh, relieved, mentally vowing to stick to later store runs to avoid the awkwardness.

But the universe, it seemed, had other plans. The next day, the same scenario unfolded.

As you walked out of the store later the next evening, your steps faltered when you saw him entering. His expression mirrored your own—the wide-eyed disbelief, followed by something more annoyed and inpatient.

“Oh, Jesus.” Jungkook muttered, glancing heavenward as if to say seriously, again?

Your eyes narrowed, your disbelief morphing quickly into irritation. “Stalking me now, Jungkook?” Without missing a beat, you bumped your shoulder into his as you passed. Deliberately harder than necessary.

Jungkook snorted, throwing you an unimpressed glance. “You aren’t even worth the breath it would take to come up with an insult,” he muttered, turning away as if the encounter bored him.

You looked back, a mocking smile playing on your lips. “Disappointing,” you said, tone dripping with satisfaction. “Your comebacks are getting lazy.”

Jungkook just went inside, not even bothering with a response. He couldn’t help but think three times in the same week? This would be the most you and Jungkook had seen each in such a short period in five years. What kind of joke was this? Was this some kind of punishment for your ill-advised night together? Did the two of you tip some kind of karmic scale somewhere so you were doomed to keep running into each other? Whatever it was, Jungkook could only hope that this was the last time.

Except it didn’t end there, cause the next evening–

You rounded the corner of an aisle only to freeze, spotting Jungkook standing by the drink fridge again, his back to you. He turned just as you did, his face falling into an exasperated glare. “Okay, now I really need a restraining order,” you said, folding your arms with an annoyed sigh.

“Funny, I’ve been nice enough to come at different times every day. Maybe I need the restraining order.” He pressed his tongue against his cheek, clearly just as irked. He yanked a drink from the fridge with unnecessary force, glancing at you as if daring you to counter him.

You shook your head, unimpressed. “I live in this neighborhood, so if anyone should be giving up their convenience store privileges, it’s you.”

Jungkook let out a dry laugh, stepping closer. “Maybe it’s fate’s way of telling you to find a new place.”

You scoffed, holding his gaze. “Please. If anything, fate’s just telling you that I was here first. So maybe you’re the one who needs to find a new store.”

“You’re not nearly as scary as you think you are, you know that?” He smirked, but there was a hint of challenge in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow. “Keep testing me, and you might find out just how scary I can be.” Grabbing your drink, you attempted to brush past him, but he shifted just enough to subtly stick his foot out. The move was barely noticeable—until you tripped, stumbling forward. You whipped around, eyes blazing with white-hot rage, only to see Jungkook with a look of pure satisfaction, like he’d just won some unspoken game.

“Oh, whoops.” he said, his voice dripping with childish amusement. Jungkook never thought in his grown age he would be intentionally tripping someone else, but he was always surprised when it came to your interactions.

“Seriously?” you hissed, glaring at him.

Jungkook shrugged, clearly unfazed as he made his way toward the counter, all too pleased with himself. “Careful, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You let out a scoff, not caring about the stares from the other customers as you muttered under your breath, “Fuck you.”

Jungkook looked back with an infuriatingly casual grin, then quickly left with a wave before you had the chance to retaliate. He was out of the store and gone before you could fully process the whole interaction, leaving you fuming and oddly rattled, wondering just how far this little war would go.

The tension between you two was unmistakably intensifying, each encounter adding to the growing irritation. Determined to avoid him, you decided to go to the store way earlier than usual the next day. You’d planned it all out in your head, you scoped out the store through the window, even checked up and down the street for any sign of him. It had appeared to be all clear. All you needed was some ibuprofen so this should be quick. Confident, you headed on inside, grabbed what you needed and checked out, hoping to finally break the streak of unfortunate coincidences.

But, of course, fate was not done testing you.

As you stepped out of the store, bag in hand, you glanced left and there he was. This time, he had a friend with him, chatting casually as they strolled down the street. Jungkook spotted you at the same moment, his face shifting from casual amusement to a mix of disbelief and exasperation.

A laugh escaped your lips despite yourself, part amusement and part resignation. The absurdity of it was almost impressive at this point. Jungkook’s friend noticed the interaction, giving him a curious look. Jungkook just sighed, visibly exhausted by the constant run-ins. Now Jimin got to experience this chance encounter.

At this point, you’d completely abandoned any pretense of politeness. Without breaking stride, you lifted both hands, middle fingers raised, and started walking backward up the street, smirking as you saw the irritation flicker across Jungkook’s face.

“Real mature.” Jungkook called, shaking his head.

You shrugged, calling back, “I go high when you go low.” With that, you turned on your heel and continued down the street. Jungkook sighed, grateful this encounter hadn’t escalated further.

Jimin watched you walk away, eyebrows raised. “You gonna explain what that was all about?”

“That,” Jungkook muttered, heading into the store, “was a usual encounter with Y/N.”

“Oh… oh.” Jimin nodded, connecting the dots. He and Jungkook had been friends for ages, so although he hadn’t met you before, he’d definitely heard tales of you—and now he was seeing it all firsthand. “You really weren’t joking.”

Jungkook snorted, grabbing a snack. “I couldn’t make this up if I tried.”

Jungkook began to give Jimin a quick rundown of the week’s events as they walked back to the office after getting a few things. Jungkook describes each encounter more ridiculous than the last, his annoyance apparent. Jimin’s grin only grew wider with every detail, eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Wait, so you’ve really been running into each other all week?”

“Like clockwork,” Jungkook muttered, exasperated. “It’s like she knows exactly when I’ll be here.”

“Well if you go missing, I’ll know where to start looking for you.” Jimin joked and Jungkook brushed him off.

It wasn’t a joke. If Jungkook did go missing you probably would be the first suspect. You weren’t too far off from wanting to strangle him usually so it would be justified.

Now it was Saturday and you were back at work so you decided to just avoid the store altogether today, no way you could run into him if you just didn't show up. Plus tonight you would be going out. Ash and you planned to go to an emo night and you couldn’t wait, it was your reward for making it through this week for sure.

Still, you found your thoughts drifting to Jungkook’s irritatingly smug face as you went about your work. You were so distracted that you barely noticed Ji-eun watching you, a touch of concern in her eyes.

“You okay, kid?” Ji-eun asked, her voice pulling you out of your thoughts. She tilted her head, studying you.

You blinked, realizing you’d zoned out completely. “Sorry,” you said with a sheepish smile as you noted her blood pressure on your tablet. “I got so distracted I didn’t even realize you were talking.”

She laughed, waving a hand as if brushing away your apology. “Oh, don’t be silly. I was just rambling about my kids anyway.” She gave you a knowing look. “But I can tell something’s weighing on you.”

You were a little taken aback by her question, “Oh it’s just personal things.”

“Well I’ve got loads of advice if you need some. I’ve nothing better to do these days.” She gestured around at the obvious surroundings, she must have been getting bored as even though its only been a few days. The room had slowly been filling up with crochet projects, the corpes of the failed pieces had piled up in the corner of the room. “Come on, you can tell me while you finish up.”

You chuckled, typing a few notes into your tablet. “It’s complicated… there’s this guy.”

Ji-eun cuts you off with a knowing smile, “Ain't it always a guy.”

You laugh but shake your head, “Not with me usually. It’s also not like that… this guy is seriously just–” You paused, your mouth in a tight line and your shoulders rising just at the thought of Jungkook, “an absolute nightmare.”

“Nightmare? He sounds intense. What did he do to earn that title?” Ji-eun asked, her eyes wide with amused curiosity.

“Now that is a much longer and complicated story.” You sigh, continuing to move around her, beginning to inspect her skin.

“Again. I have all the time in the world.” Ji-eun really was desperate for a good story, and honestly you were a little desperate to lay it all out on the table again.

You found yourself more willing to spill the details than you expected. “We knew each other in college but had a big blowout. Then ever since, we fight and argue and it sometimes borders on physical altercations. I’ve never met anyone who can get under my skin like he does. But we ended up as the maid of honor and best man at our friends’ wedding, and I thought maybe, just maybe, we’d be able to be civil.”

“And?” she prompted, amused.

You shook your head, moving to examine her skin as part of her routine. “We just fought again. Normally, I can avoid him in most situations, but this week? I’ve run into him every single day. It’s like he’s popping up everywhere.”

“Sounds like the universe is really having a field day with the two of you.” She grinned at you childishly.

You rolled your eyes, laughing as you checked Ji-eun’s arms and made sure there were no signs of discoloration or swelling. “Feels like it. I keep turning corners, and there he is, just… waiting to ruin my day.”

Ji-eun’s smile softened as she watched you, nodding as you recounted the drama. “Sounds exhausting,” she said gently. “Sometimes, we end up running into people like that for a reason though. Especially because it sounds like there is major unfinished business here.”

You sighed, moving down to check the circulation in her legs, grateful that she didn’t seem to mind your rambling. “Oh, there’s a reason all right—to remind me that my patience has limits.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Believe me, I’ve had my share of people who made my blood boil. But, you know, it made me realize that some people test us because they see something in us. Sometimes, even if it’s frustrating, it’s a chance to learn something.”

“I don’t think there’s anything he sees in me other than a chance to annoy me. It’s been five years of this so if I was supposed to learn something I would hope I would have figured it out by now.” You note a few things in her chart. Ji-eun hadn’t been showing really any signs of fatigue lately but you could tell that she was shaking a little bit when holding up her legs.

Ji-eun tilted her head, her tone thoughtful as she continued. “Sometimes, we’re put in front of the same person over and over because it’s life’s way of pushing us toward something or to be better. And that doesn’t have to mean romance—it could mean resolving something. Or maybe finding a way to make peace? Maybe this is the universe saying hey, heres you opportunity to fix everything?”

You scoffed softly, checking her pulse and nodding as it came back steady. “I don’t think peace is anywhere in our future.”

“Maybe, maybe not. Just don’t let him control your day-to-day. One lesson I’ve learned is to live for what makes you happy, not what keeps you frustrated. You don’t have to let him have so much power over your mood. He’s just a stupid boy after all. Sometimes, it’s just about saying to yourself, He’s not worth it.”

You considered her words, hesitating as you updated her notes on your tablet. She was right; it was draining to have Jungkook on your mind constantly, even if it was just anger. Maybe part of what frustrated you was how much headspace he took up, how he seemed to affect your peace.

“I guess I hadn’t realized how much he had been ruining my mood.” You let out a long dragged out sigh, “You are pretty good with the advice.”

“I know!” She flashed you a big cheesy grin again, immediately improving your mood. “I don’t have any daughters so it’s nice to grant what wisdom I have to someone else. About boys and other things.”

You finish up with Ji-eun and you continue about the rest of your day in a much better mood. She was absolutely right, Jungkook was an idiot and you should not let him ruin your mood. After all you finally were going to spend a fun evening out with Ash. So you picked yourself up and pushed through the rest of the day to get to this evening. Ash would be coming over since she wanted to steal some clothes and make up for you.

The two of you would be joining Hoseok for an emo night at the club you went too for Melanie's Bachelorette party. You had really been looking forward too it all week. It would be your reward for surviving Jungkook.

Once you made it home, Ash had already arrived and was waiting outside. She made herself very comfortable shuffling through your closet like she lived here herself. You had already picked out an outfit aside so now you were really just waiting on Ash to make some decisions. In her rummaging you decided to call Melanie, filling her in on your eventful week with satan's spawn.

“I think you’re being just a tiny bit dramatic,” Melanie said, her voice crackling through the phone as you absentmindedly scrolled on your phone. Namjoon and Melanie were still on their honeymoon but Namjoon wasn’t feeling good so she had a few minutes to talk.

“I don’t think shopping at the same convenience store is going to kill you,” Melanie continued, the patience in her tone borderline condescending.

“You don’t know that!” You protested, “For all I know, he could hex the place. Next time I walk in, bam! Up in flames.”

“Highly unlikely,” she said, her voice dry.

“I mean,” Ash pipes up from inside your closet, having pulled out a dress only to toss it back in. “You can’t completely rule it out, though.”

“See? Ash gets it.”

Melanie sighed. “Fine. If you go back to the convenience store and spontaneously combust, I will issue a formal statement in your obituary that I was wrong.”

“It’s the least you could do,” you said, throwing in an exaggerated sniffle for dramatic effect. You could practically hear Melanie’s eye-roll through the phone.

“Still, it’s kind of weird that you’ve lived there this long and never run into each other.” she muses.

Ash agrees from your closet. “Jungkook’s been working at that firm for like two years. It’s shocking your paths haven’t crossed.”

“It’s a sick, twisted joke is what it is,” you huff, folding a pair of jeans that Ash discarded. “Can’t believe he tripped me.”

“Again, dramatic,” Melanie muttered.

“Yeah yeah enough about me. When do you guys get back? I need some Melanie time.” This was probably the longest stretch of period you had gone without seeing Melanie. You had been attached at the hip since you met basically.

“Tomorrow night, we will be in super late. Someone wanted to be back to work on Monday.” Her tone clearly pointed towards Namjoon. You let out a snort. It’s been two weeks since the wedding so Namjoon was probably itching to get back to his routine.

Ash came out of your closet with a dress and leather jacket combo, “How does this look?”

You think for a moment, “If you accessorize it I think it will be great.” Which you had plenty of accessories to dress it up just right. You also needed her to decide because it was already late and you two needed to start getting ready.

“I can’t believe you guys are going out without me. You must hate me.” Melanie whines on the other side of the phone and you laugh at her.

“You are in paradise. With the love of your life,” you laugh, plopping your phone down on the bed as you slip on your outfit. “I would take that over an emo night any day.”

“No, you guys hate me,” she insists, fake-crying loudly into the phone. You and Ash exchange amused glances.

“Aw, poor baby,” Ash coos into the phone, laughing as she rummages through your jewelry box.

After some playful back-and-forth, Melanie finally hangs up, still grumbling in betrayal. You and Ash pick up the pace, now racing against the clock to get ready. Ash is better at makeup than you, so once she’s done, she helps you with a bold, modern emo look—sharp eyeliner and dark lipstick that gives a bit of edge without going full 2010s throwback.

After some last-minute touch-ups, you and Ash finally head out, both buzzing with excitement. The club is packed when you arrive, but the line moves quickly, and soon you’re slipping inside to the familiar pulse of music and flashing lights. Inside, you and Ash share a grin, already swept up in the energy of the night.

Once inside, the club is already alive with energy, dark lights and neon hues casting a moody glow over the dance floor. People are scattered around, some nodding along to the beat, others fully immersed, lost in the music. You and Ash weave your way through the crowd, searching for Hoseok.

It doesn’t take long to spot him by the bar, where he’s already ordered a round for the three of you. He’s dressed to match the night’s vibe, with dark clothes and a silver chain, looking effortlessly cool. He grins as he catches sight of you both.

“My babies! Took you long enough!” he teases, sliding the drinks over as you reach him.

“Blame Ash,” you reply, elbowing her playfully.

Ash scoffs. “Please, you’re the one who needed help with eyeliner!”

“Whatever, it’s time to actually get this party started!” Hoseok says. The three of you clink glasses, laughing as you take your first sips. The familiar taste mixes perfectly with the thrum of guitar filling the air, already pulling you into the spirit of the night.

A song Ash knew immediately filled the air of the club and Ash let out an excited yell, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto the dance floor. You barely have a moment to take another sip before she’s dragging you through the crowd, laughing all the way.

Hoseok follows, and soon the three of you are lost in the sea of people, letting the music take over. Ash throws her arms up, singing along to every word, and you find yourself joining in, laughing when you miss a lyric here or there. Hoseok, usually the smoothest of dancers, isn’t above a little head-banging, which only makes you all laugh harder.

After a while, you retreat to the edge of the dance floor, panting and grinning. Hoseok comes back with another round, passing you something sweet. The refreshing drink is exactly what you need after dancing up a storm.

“Oh, this is perfect,” you sigh, savoring the cool, sugary flavor.

Ash, fanning herself dramatically, suggests, “Let’s catch some air.” You and Hoseok nod, following her outside. The November night is brisk, and the cold air hits you like a splash of water—invigorating after the club’s stuffy heat. You take a deep breath, grateful for the moment to cool down.

As you settle into a quiet corner on the patio, mostly used by smokers, Ash turns to you. “Was that bartender from last time here?” she asks, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

You shake your head, a little disappointed. “Nope. I was hoping to see him, though! Maybe he’s just not working tonight.”

“Boo,” Hoseok pouts, placing his hands on your shoulders and giving you a playful shake. “Don’t worry, we can find you someone better.”

“Oh yeah?” you laugh looking over your shoulder at him.

“He does know like everyone.” Ash smirks, it was true. It was always a staple for your group outings that Hoseok always knew someone. Hoseok is a magnet for people. Outgoing and effortlessly charming, he always manages to bump into familiar faces no matter where you go.

Hoseok just shrugs with a mischievous smile. “What can I say? I’m a people person.”

“I think I’m okay.” You giggle leaning against one of the walls next to you guys.

Hoseok does seem to have something catch his eye a little too quickly. “Don’t hate me but I’ll be right back.”

Before either you or Ash could get a word in Hoseok hopped away over to another group that was just out of your sight. “How does he do that?” Ash laughs trying to follow him with her eyes.

“I don’t get it either. He just loves meeting people.” You sip on your drink for a second, it giving you a much needed buzz. Hoseok definitely made sure this second drink was a little stronger than the first.

“Oh I think he is waving us over.” Ash grabs your wrist and starts pulling you in his direction. It takes a little bobbing and weaving past other groups out here but he eventually comes into sight. Waving at the both of you with a big smile on his face from something someone said in the group.

“Jimin!” Hoseok gestures enthusiastically as you approach. “Meet my friends Ash and Y/N!”

Jimin turns, flashing a warm smile as he extends his hand. “Nice to meet you both! Hoseok’s told me all about you.”

“Oh no,” Ash teases, shaking his hand with a stare at Hoseok. “I hope he didn’t embarrass us.”

Jimin laughs, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “Only good things, I promise. You’re safe.”

As you shake his hand, something about him feels strangely familiar, though you can’t quite place it. “How do you know Hobi?”

Jimin grins, throwing an arm around Hoseok’s shoulders. “Oh, we go way, way back. I could tell you so many stories.”

“Way too many,” Hoseok chuckles, nudging him. “I don’t need them using any of those stories against me.”

“Too late,” you laugh, and the three of you share a smile.

Just then, Hoseok’s eyes light up as he glances to the side. “Ah, there you are!” he says, breaking away from Jimin to greet someone else.

You follow his gaze, and your heart skips a beat as you spot Jungkook, striding over with his usual relaxed confidence. He was in a dark shirt with a printed ribcage on it and wore a leather jacket on top and fitting cargo pants, and really large combat boots. Definitely understanding the assignment for the theme. It takes you a second to register that it’s actually him standing there. You instinctively turn to Ash, who has her mouth wide open in shock before breaking into quiet laughter at the absurdity of your luck.

“JK!” Hoseok says warmly, pulling Jungkook into a quick hug.

Jungkook, still oblivious to you, is in mid-conversation with Hoseok when Ash’s laughter finally catches his attention. His eyes shift, first to Ash, and then they land on you. His smile fades, and you can see the disbelief setting in.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you scoff.

“What are the odds?” Jungkook's expression turns equally unimpressed. “This night just went downhill.”

“Believe me, I’m just as thrilled to see you.” you retort, crossing your arms.

Hoseok glances between the two of you, clearly caught off guard. “Wait, you guys know each other?”

Ash covers her mouth, barely containing her amusement. “Oh, they know each other all right.” Although sometimes you and Jungkook took your fights too far, Ash did find quite a bit of entertainment in them.

“Oh you’re Y/N?” Jimin piped up after noticing the draggers you and Jungkook were throwing at each other with your eyes. “This guy hasn’t shut up about you all week. I saw your theatrics yesterday. Really funny.”

Any other time you would have cringed at your public display of hatred but you were too busy focussing on Jungkook standing here. You didn’t notice it until now but he had a lip piercing. You had no idea he had a lip piercing did you? Was it fake? “Wow talking about me to your friends, it seems you really are my biggest fan aren’t you?” You say, disdain in your tone.

Jungkook’s eyes glint with mischief. “Biggest fan? More like a spectator. Someone has to make sure you don’t take down the whole room with you.”

You scoff, shaking your head. “Please. I think you’re just secretly obsessed with me. It’s kind of pathetic, actually.”

“Hey, okay, how about we reel it in.” Ash throws an arm over your shoulder, wanting to break the tension before it gets too high. You finished off your drink with some annoyance, you were just getting started.

“Yes, how about another round?” Hoseok looks around the group. Ash nods a little too enthusiastically and starts pushing you away. You were giving the death glare to Jungkook until you could no longer see him over your shoulder. Hoseok trailing close behind.

“She’s cute, I see why you fight with her so often.” Jimin pokes Jungkooks cheek to tease him and jungkook swats his hand away.

“It’s really not like that.”

“Weren’t you telling me the other day that you guys called a truce at that wedding you went to or something? What happened there?” Jimin folded his arms over his chest.

“A temporary truce. Back to our normal selves now.” Jungkook pulls out a cigarette and his lighter from his pocket. Lighting up the cigarette and taking a long drag, brushing past the subject. He would find any reason to not have to talk about you anymore.

“What did you guys do to make it work?” Jimin found his curiosity piqued the more Jungkook tried to push the subject away, Folding his arms over his chest.

“Why so curious?” Jungkook raises his eyebrow, offering the cigarette to Jimin as a way of distraction.

“Why are you avoiding the question?” Jimin could tell Jungkook now had more to tell than he was letting on.

“Avoiding what?” Taehyung strolled up the both of them, Jungkook and Jimin had gotten so wrapped up that they forgot they were waiting for him to arrive. Which was the whole reason they had been hanging out here at all.

“Look who finally showed up,” Jungkook says, giving Taehyung a side hug.

“He’s avoiding my questions about Y/N,” Jimin informs Taehyung, taking another drag from the cigarette before Jungkook snatches it back.

Taehyung let out a breathy laugh, “Jesus, where can you even start with the history between these two.”

“You just missed a sparkling encounter between them.” Jimin nodded his head inside where you had gone. Taehyung immediately perked up.

“She’s here? Where?” Taehyung glancing around to see if he can spot you.

“Oh so you like Y/N?” Jimin asked.

“Oh she’s awesome.” Taehyung beamed, he really did think highly of you. Jungkook is very obviously peeved by your glowing review from Taehyung. “Oh come on, she's so sweet!”

“Interesting.” Jimin nodded, rubbing his chin.

“More like rotten inside and out.” Jungkook mumbled, letting his annoyance bubble up.

Taehyung bumped Jungkook's shoulder with his own, “He’s an unreliable source. She’s never been anything but wonderful to me. Oh, if only she would accept my hand.” Taehyung dramatically sighed a hand on his forehead.

“Please I’ve never seen you commit to keeping a plant alive, let alone to another person.” Jungkook laughs.

“True,” Taehyung grinned, knowing full well he'd probably leave with someone by the end of the night, just to add to his reputation. “But she’s gorgeous, and she’s way too good for anyone.”

“Can we please talk about something else?” Jungkook groaned, feeling his skin prickle at the mention of you.

“Oh, she really gets under your skin, huh?” Jimin smirked, clearly enjoying Jungkook’s discomfort. “I’ll have to keep this in mind.”

“You don’t even know the half of it.” Taehyung rolled his eyes knowingly.

Jungkook tried his best to steer the conversation elsewhere, but Jimin’s interest only seemed to deepen. Jungkook could already tell this topic wouldn’t die easily, especially with Jimin's tendency to dig for juicy details.

As the night wore on the three of them eventually made it back inside and had a handful of drinks of their own. Enjoying the music, and singing along to the songs. So were you, Ash, and Hoseok. You all had basically stayed glued to the dance floor when you were not getting more drinks. Screaming at the top of your lungs and rocking out as hard as you could. Your worry about Jungkook ruining the night had melted away rather quickly with each shot you took.

With every shot, your confidence and sense of adventure grew. You had a habit of wandering off when you got drunk, and tonight was no exception. Ash had been doing her best to keep an eye on you, fully aware of this tendency. But as soon as she looked away for a moment—just as Hoseok stepped away to grab some waters—you were gone. Pushing her way through the crowded club, Ash searched for you, but you were nowhere to be found. Her concern grew with each passing minute, especially since she was fairly intoxicated herself, making her sense of direction hazy. She quickly texted Hoseok about the situation, and he, too, began weaving through the crowd in search of you.

Ash emerged out of the crowd to eventually bump into Taehyung and Jungkook trying to go out onto the floor.

“Tae?” She looked at him confused but then relieved, “I had no idea you were here.”

“Hey!” Taehyung slurred his words as he pulled Ash into a hug, “Where have you been all night?”

“On the dance floor!” She grinned, grabbing his and Jungkook’s arms to steady herself. “Hey, have either of you seen Y/N? She tends to... wander after a few drinks, and I can’t find her.”

Jungkook shook his head, “Not since we saw you guys outside.”

“Can you please help me find her?” Ash knew asking for anything from Jungkook when it came to you would be a long shot.

“Of course we will.” Taehyung nodded his head vigorously and patted Jungkook on the back, “We are on it.”

Ash gives a thankful smile between the both of them, “Thank you, please text me when you find her.” Ash then without another word moves on to continue trying to find you.

Jungkook groaned, the alcohol making him a little too open with his emotions. “Do I have too?”

“Yes. Be a good friend to Ash and look around.” Taehyung pushed him into the opposite direction of himself, thinking maybe that splitting up would make it easier.

Jungkook trudged around the edge of the club looking in tables and in darker corners to see if you had gotten scooped up somewhere or were clinging to a wall. He decided you probably also were going to need some water once he found you and you would need a minute to sober up. The water cup he got posed a little bit of a spill threat anywhere he went though. He was pretty tipsy himself but not enough he wouldn’t recognize your annoying face or voice when he spotted it. He was having no luck this way so he decided to move around the dance area to see if maybe you had got swept away with some of the crowd.

Which Jungooks thought wouldn’t be too wrong. You really had just gotten pulled into the crowd, you hadn’t really noticed Ash had gone missing since you were just enjoying the music. You had sent a few drunk voice messages to Melanie, who you were sure would have some hilarious responses too in the morning. You had become overwhelmed with the amount of people around you and the heat though so you decided to start pushing your way out, which doing while rather tipsy was somewhat difficult.

You felt yourself tilt a little and bump your head straight into someone’s chest. What you didn’t immediately register was that the front of your top had become completely soaked. Shocking you almost to a sober state from the ice cold water. You immediately felt bad because you may have just accidentally bumped into someone and their drink spilled down on you.

“I’m so sorry.” You throw your hands over your mouth and look up to see the person, finding Jungkook to be on the other end of your apology, “Oh it’s you again!”

“Shit.” Jungook knew how cold that water probably was. He really did feel bad that it got split but you had come outta nowhere at him.

You scoff and glance down at your now soaked front annoyed. Your wobbly brain not totally thinking straight. “You totally did that on purpose.” Just as you were saying it you swayed a bit. Jungkook notices you losing your balance and steadies you.

“Ash asked me to find you. That water was for you.” He helped move you away from the center of the room and to a less crowded spot.

“Yeah whatever. You wanted to embarrass me right? Cause I embarrassed you in front of your friend Jim.” You slur and start to stumble away from Jungkook. If it weren’t you he may have laughed at the thought of someone calling Jimin Jim instead.

“Believe it or not. I don’t spare you that much thought.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, but continued to follow you. Making sure you didn’t fall flat on your face, which would have been amusing in his mind.

Jungkook tried to keep his hands on your shoulders to guide you away but you kept swatting them off of you. “Your voice is so annoying. You’re annoying. Get away from me, annoying boy.”

“I am actually trying to help you, I’ll have you know.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. You could swat his hands away a thousand times. He was still going to get you back to Ash.

You sway back and forth, it had started to make you feel a little seasick and you were worried you may actually hurl. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

With a reluctant sigh Jungkook nods, “I’ll get you there.”

Jungkook helps to guide you. Blocking anyone else from bumping into you. Getting you to the bathrooms. It was just a hallway with a handful of single person bathrooms. Jungkook manages to get you to one that was open at the end. You stumble your way in but don’t go to hurl you just press your back to the cold tiles.

The small bathroom felt claustrophobic under the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights, illuminating the scribbles on the walls—snippets of humor and frustration from past patrons. You were acutely aware of the ridiculousness of the situation; the tipsy haze that had wrapped around your mind was starting to lift. The cold splash of water had brought you back to a semblance of sobriety, but not enough to chase away the stubborn annoyance that bubbled beneath the surface.

“This is your fault.” You glared at Jungkook but then looked down at your shirt. It actually was drying up pretty good. Probably would be dry by the end of the night.

“Even if I hadn’t done it, you would find a reason to make it my fault.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, leaning his back against the bathroom door.

You gave him a begrudging smile, tilting your head in fake gratitude. “Well, thank you for ruining my shirt and my night. You’re a real hero.”

He laughed, a bitter laugh. “Fuck off. You’re the one who had too much and worried everyone. Seems like you were the one to really ruin the night.”

“Oh so suddenly you worry about me now?” You roll your eyes, you know he didn’t

“You know what. I’ll be a bigger man. Yeah, you were drunk and alone and one of my friends was concerned about you. So I was too.” Jungkook leaned away from the door and crossed his arms, sick and tired of having to deal with you this week.

His words stung, and you couldn’t shake the guilt creeping in. You had really worried Ash and Hoseok, and the weight of that realization pressed down on you. “Fine. Well, mission accomplished; you can leave now.”

“No.” Jungkook shrugged.

“Excuse me?”

“No, I’m going to walk you back to Ash myself. Doing my job as a good friend to make sure you’re okay. Whether you like it or not.” He widened his stance, as if bracing for a push that he knew wouldn’t come.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms in defiance. “You don’t even like me, and suddenly you’re so noble. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re just here to be a pain.”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping an octave. “You’re so stubborn. It’s like you’re trying to make this difficult.”

You just leave him in an angry silence now as you continue to clean yourself up. Back still pressed against the tile. You stare at the ground instead of Jungkook standing across from you. Your sober mind would give him brownie points for making sure you were okay even though things are so difficult between the two of you. Your tipsy brain was not thinking critically now. Just wanted to fight since you had become so annoyed from seeing him every single day this week.

Jungkook couldn’t say he didn’t feel the same. Seeing you everyday had added a certain level of stress and annoyance to each day. It had been building up to a moment the two of you would blow up in each other's faces like this.

As you tried to move, a wave of dizziness washed over you, forcing you to lean back against the cool tiles for support. A long breath in, then out, hoping this wasn’t a sign that you might actually be sick. Once the feeling passed, you leaned up again, feeling slightly better.

“Are you okay?” Although a bit forced, he thought he should ask.

“A little dizzy still.” You hold your hands over your eyes and scrunch your face up tight for a moment.

“We really should get you some water.” Jungkook sighed, “One I don’t accidentally spill on you that is.”

“That would be preferable.” You laugh a little, dropping your hands.

“Was that a laugh? Did I manage to get you to laugh?” Jungkook's face fell into dramatic shock. “Oh this needs to be documented.”

“Stop. You are being so loud.” You roll your eyes at his exasperation. “You’ll never get a laugh from me again.”

“As long as it annoys you. I’ll never shut up.” He gives a shit eating grin your directions and you just shake your head.

“What a gentlemen.”

Jungkook chuckled, crossing his arms as he took a step closer to you. "Look at that. Now you’re giving me compliments? What’s next, a thank you?"

The defiant look in his eyes only fueled your frustration. "You’re impossible. You don’t even know when to quit, do you?"

"Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you." His voice was quiet now, and though he had not intended too he was looking at you a different way now. It actually made you… nervous?

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, hating the way your heart was racing from the proximity.

“I’m good.” His voice was almost playful and daring. Challenging you in a way that made it impossible to look away. For the first time tonight you actually looked him in the eyes. He was also looking into yours, Jungkook was still pretty tipsy although he was doing a much better job at keeping himself together.

“I don’t like you.”

“Wow news of the century.” Jungkook gave you a confused look but he was amused.

“Yet somehow in this universe we managed too… well you know. You were there.” You gestured your arm dramatically pointing to him.

“Did what?” Jungkook played a little innocent now, pushing your buttons.

“I’m not saying it.”

“No I have no idea what we did,” Jungkook mused, “I have a terrible memory after all.”

“Jungkook,” you sighed, exasperation coloring your voice.

“What?” His grin widened, almost genuine, as if he enjoyed this.

“We managed to fuck. Are you happy?” The words hung between you like a confession, and you hated how flustered you felt afterward.

“Oh, that’s right.” Jungkook closed the distance even more, invading your space, his playful tone now laced with something deeper. “I had a lapse in my memory.”

Heat flooded your cheeks, and you despised how your body was reacting to him. “You’re insufferable,” you shot back, struggling to mask the flutter in your stomach with irritation.

“And yet, here I am, still standing in front of you.” Jungkook’s voice dropped lower, teasingly. You could feel the tension thickening in the small bathroom, and it only added to the growing frustration and confusion bubbling inside you.

“Why do you always have to make everything so complicated?” You snapped, but there was a hint of uncertainty in your voice. “Can’t you just leave me alone for once?”

He shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. “If I did that, who is going to help you back?” His words were almost playful, but the weight behind them felt more serious than before.

You gestured between the two of you, your voice rising again. “I think you’re really here to just mess with me.”

“Messing with you is just a bonus,” he countered smoothly. “Because, although you don’t believe it, I’m actually a decent person, I have like a sliver of care for you.”

You scoffed, arms crossed over your chest, but the way he was looking at you, that mix of annoyance and something more, made it hard to keep up your defenses. “You’re just saying that because you feel guilty for spilling water on me.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, taking another step forward, closing the distance even further. “But you’ve had it coming, haven’t you? For all the times you’ve acted like a total brat.”

“Oh please, like you’re any better!” You pushed back, a challenge dancing in your eyes. “You’re an even bigger brat than I am, and you know it.”

“Touche.” He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that reverberated through the small space, making it hard to stay annoyed. It was a sweet sound, more than you would ever admit out loud.

“And I sometimes think you enjoy fighting me,” you pressed, desperate to maintain the upper hand.

“Full transparency, I don’t.” His tone shifted, just slightly, revealing a flicker of sincerity beneath the teasing.

“Whatever.” you huffed, but you could hear the vulnerability behind his words, and it made you momentarily hesitate.

“It’s true. I have to fight at my job a lot, so I’m not a big fan of it in my personal life.” His admission hung in the air, unexpected and honest. Not something Jungkook ever thought he would say out loud to you of all people.

You paused, considering him for a moment. “I think that’s the first honest thing you’ve said to me.” Your heart raced as the realization settled in—there was more to him than the brash exterior he always showed. Which was annoying, because he was becoming human instead of monster in your mind.

“Probably.” He shrugged, but there was a softness in his gaze now that made you want to look away, even as you felt drawn in.

You both laughed to yourselves then, the sound echoing off the tiled walls, the tension easing just enough to breathe. It was a shared moment, lightening the mood even as it carried the weight of everything unspoken between you.

“Another laugh? Wow, big night for me,” he said, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Shut up,” you replied, but the smile lingered on your lips, a reluctant acceptance of the warmth blooming in your chest.

“Make me,” he challenged, stepping even closer, invading your space in a way that made you take pause.

The space between you had shrunk, and Jungkook couldn’t remember when that had happened. His heart raced, the alcohol in his system blurring what he usually felt for you with something else entirely. What was worse was that you were also caught up in the same whirlwind of confusion and longing.

The only sound in the room was the muffled music drifting in from outside the door and the uneven rhythm of your breathing, mingling in the charged air around you. This is insane, Jungkook thought, his pulse quickening as he took in the way your eyes glimmered under the harsh bathroom lights.

Your gaze fell to his lips and then shot back to his eyes, so fast it was a fleeting moment, but he noticed. It felt like time had slowed, every heartbeat echoing in the silence between you. Is this really happening? Again? Jungkook couldn’t shake the feeling that everything had shifted, and suddenly, you looked different too—more inviting.

You cleared your throat, breaking the silence, desperate to dispel the thoughts swirling in your mind. Focus. It doesn’t matter. Except it did. Jungkook was looking at you with a hunger you recognized, a look that sent shivers down your spine.

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with tension.

“Nothing.” He looked away, but the moment felt too heavy, too filled with unsaid words.

As soon as Jungkook averted his gaze, he found himself drawn back to you, the magnetic pull almost irresistible. You both stared at each other for a moment, your hearts racing in tandem, minds swirling with the same thoughts. What the hell are we doing? You knew you weren’t sober enough to think this through, yet a huge part of you was screaming… just do it.

“It’s not a good idea.” You say. The words felt forced, almost painful to admit.

“It’s not,” he agreed too quickly, as if the very notion scared him.

“We shouldn’t.” You stood up straighter, your defenses momentarily flaring.

“No.” Jungkook adjusted himself as well, clearing his throat, trying to regain some composure. “And it could be… a problem.”

“We’ve both been drinking. So we are just confused.” You kept your eyes locked onto his, desperate for him to understand every word you were saying, even as your heart raced in contradiction.

“We aren’t thinking straight.”

You looked down, feeling the urge to reach out and touch him clawing at your resolve. Get a grip, you thought, trying to pull yourself back from the edge.

“You repulse me. It’s not what I want.” You said, shaking your head to ground yourself in reality. Right? This is just the alcohol talking. I don’t really want this.

“I can’t stand you.” Jungkook said. Any other hour day or time this was true, except for right now.

You didn’t move, the silence wrapped around the both of you like a fog. You wanted it, you wanted to kiss him. Every second the two of you stood here the closer you were giving in. You wanted to give in so bad. He really was the serpent, and you were going to take the forbidden fruit he offered.

This didn’t feel the same as last time. Last time it was quick and rash. No thought, just an impulsive decision. Now it was like you were making a decision that was going to change everything.

And yet you couldn’t help it.

“Kiss me.” You look from his eyes to his lips again, lingering longer.

Jungkook paused. Asking himself if he should do this. Except he answered it for himself, and decided to go slow. He tilted his face to meet yours. Almost like he wanted to wait for you to meet him but he knew you wouldn't. You wanted him to chase after you, to come to you. So he didn’t wait a second longer. Pressing his lips to yours.

That cigarette taste completely takes you over again. Not as intense as before, it was almost like a hint. Yet you could care less about it, because it was now familiar. You met him with as much need as he gave you. You needed more so you took it a step forward and begged for more. Each kiss was getting more desperate and somehow your hands managed to find their way into his hair. Jungkooks finding their way onto your hips.

One sober thought slapped you in the face, “What are we doing?” You pulled away from him breathless but you paused just looking at him. Then kissing him again, like you needed it to survive.

“We shouldn’t.” Jungkook just soon after, pulling so slightly away but kissing you again.His whole body betraying him.

One of his hands hiking one of your thighs up around his waist. He pressed his body into yours. You were completely pressed into the wall behind you.

“We… I,” you pull away again, you have to swallow for a second. You take a moment and are looking between his eyes. Somehow they were all shiny and sparkly in this terribly lit bathroom. He was breathing just as hard as you and his heart pounding even louder. He didn’t make any space between the two of you. “I don’t know what I was going to say.”

You both felt extremely sober but drunk on this feeling, on this thrill. Completely clear about what was happening.

“Probably some excuse about how awful I am.” Jungkook kissed along your jaw and down your neck. Your skin was so sensitive and you felt like every time he kissed you, every touch was electric.

“You are.” You were trying to think of any reason to stop, you came up with nothing.

“Yeah well, not awful enough that I can't kiss you.” Jungkook leaves a small bite on the skin of your neck, and you let out a small moan. Your eyes widen as soon as you do it and Jungkook is immediately filled with amusement.

“Don’t say a word.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t feel like talking.” He pulled himself away from your neck and kissed you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He had you wrapped up in him all over again.

You thought the lip piercing would get in your way but it actually went unnoticed. Your hands found their way to either side of his face. If anyone was becoming addicted, it was you. Kissing him was like sipping poison from a decorated chalice, beautiful to view but bitter for the soul. Yet, you couldn’t get enough.

It was painfully clear how turned on Jungkook was getting. With your leg that was wrapped around his waist, you use your leverage to push him into you. The pressure breaks him out of the kiss a bit, moaning himself. You smiled devilishly, his eyes were shut. You pull him closer, you take the chance to kiss down his neck. Sucking a little on each spot. He leaned into your touch. Enjoying each one.

“We-… oh god.” He placed one of his hands on the wall steadying himself. “We should get out of here.”

“Why?” You say and you kiss him again. He pulls away for a second breathing hard again.

“As great as bar bathroom sex is,” he was being sarcastic, “I prefer a bed.”

“Good point.” You pull away for a second. Wiping your mouth. You let the tiles hold you up again. Glancing over to the mirror, whatever lipstick you had on had completely transferred to Jungkook. You look at him and you wipe off any smudges you can see. Jungkook didn’t protest the action. Something almost domestic about it.

Gross, he thought.

You watched his movements. He pushed his hair back, eyes closed for a second. His lack of contact now felt strange. You kept looking at his hands, how delicate his fingers were. You want them inside you. You wanted them on you. You needed him wrapped around you. You shook your head, you needed to get out of here.

What the hell were you doing?

You stepped around Jungkook. Before you could open the door Jungkook spun you around again, back against the door now. His hands on your cheeks. He kissed you again and you welcomed him without issue. Warmth invoked you all over again and it was almost like you could have let your whole body go slack. You couldn’t get enough, and it was clear he couldn’t either. It felt very easy and you didn’t hate it.

“Jungkook.” You break away but he kisses you, you pull back again. “Let’s go.”

“You’re right.” He breaks away from you and he forces himself to take the largest step back he can from you.

You flatten your hair down, then you open the bathroom door and slip out. Luckily no one was in the hall. You assume Jungkook was going to wait a moment before following you so it didn’t appear that the two of you were in there together. There was no way you would be able to leave without saying goodbye to Ash or Hoseok, so you needed to find them first. You couldn’t even hear the music with how loud your heart was pounding in your ears.

After a minute of searching you found them both tucked in a corner looking at their phones. Probably texting you or three seconds away from calling the police. You cringed and approached them.

Ash looked up and her eyes widened at the sight of you. “Jesus christ where have you been?”

“I’m so so sorry.” You hug her and then hug Hoseok. “I got swept away by the people and then I just needed to sit in the bathroom for a while. I was so dizzy.” Not a total lie but still bullshit not the less.

“Text next time okay?” Hoseok gripped your shoulder hard and gave you a small shake. You nod in return.

“I promise. I will. I will never let that happen again. I do think I just need to go home. I’ve had a little too much tonight.” You nod.

“Do you need one of us to come with you?” Ash face twisted in concern but you give her a reassuring smile so she won’t press further.

“No I live so close and I will text you as soon as I get there.” You nod.

It takes a little more convincing but the two of them let you go with some goodbyes. Once you break away from them you try to see if you can spot Jungkook maybe hovering close by or something. You don’t immediately find him but you decide if you leave he will have to come out the same way. You find your way to the exit and make it outside. You realize this meeting up thing would have been easier if you had Jungkook's number, but alas here you were. Just waiting and hoping he wouldn’t make a fool out of you.

After a minute of waiting on the street and watching people pass you by, Jungkook emerged from the door.

“So you didn’t run away.” He teased, you roll your eyes. Hugging your arms to protect from the cold.

“Nights not over. Still plenty of time to get away.” Was this all a bad idea?

“So…” he looked around, probably to see if anyone you knew was around. “Mine or yours?”

Jungkook could care less where you went but he just want to go now.

You hadn’t actually considered it. You weren’t sure if you wanted him in your place. You didn’t really bring people back home. You always went to theirs, made it easier to detach and never talk again. Jungkook was different, there was no detachment that could be done so easily here.

“Yours.” You say. Stick to the normal routine.

“Okay.” He didn’t protest.

Jungkook calls a car and it doesn’t take very long to pick you guys up. You both are quiet the whole ride. Jungkook didn’t live terribly far so it made it quick. Too quick, too quick for you to talk yourself out of going. The moment in the bathroom kept replaying in your mind. How you got from point A to B.

It was like one second you two were magnets that were pushing each other apart and then the next you were desperately trying to stay stuck together. When it used to be you would push each other apart.

After too long you arrived. Jungkook let the both of you inside and then you were going up the elevator. Still nothing, you had no idea what he was thinking. No idea if maybe he also was regretting his choice. He didn’t look like he had anything to say to you, which to be fair, he never did. You followed him down a hall a ways and he unlocked his apartment.

Once you had made it inside Jungkook flicked on his lights. It was actually quite spacious. Everything was really clean and he had good taste in decoration. It had a large living room and a separated kitchen. There was a hall that connected off the living room that probably led to his room.

Jungkook tugged off his shoes and you followed, taking off yours.

He stepped inside but you almost stayed glued. The mental roadblock had finally hit. Jungkook noticed and looked back at you.

“Cat got your tongue?” He observed you for a moment, you clenched your fists out of comfort.

“Something like that.” You sigh, you don’t look at him, “Your place is… nice.”

“Then why aren’t you coming in?” He leaned on the wall next to him. “Do I have to invite you in, like a vampire?”

“Haha, very funny.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm, “More like I’m talking myself into it.”

“I see. We’ll, doors right there, feel free to run.” He saunters back over to you, pointing to the door behind you. “Can get out now while you still can.”

He came as close as he felt you were comfortable with. There was that feeling all over again, like everything in you was pulling you towards him.

“Not a word to anyone?” You clear your throat.

“Deal.”

With that you pull him into you and you kiss him. One of his hands on the back of your neck and the other on your waist. Both of you walking backwards into the apartment. Each kiss was more and more urgent. Jungkook managed to spin the both of you around and was walking you back to his bedroom. Your hands found their way to get his jacket off and pulling his shirt over his head. He broke away from you to pull it off. Immediately kissing you again once he discarded it. Your hands wrapped around him, his warm skin welcoming the touch of your hands.

You both split again to get you out of your clothes until you were just in your underwear and bra. With your frenzied movements you have somehow made it into his room.

Jungkook pulled away, then got his hands under your thighs and quickly laid you back on his bed. You yelped a little at the sudden movement. Jungkook was immediately on top of you again, placing himself between your legs most of his weight on you, he kissed you again. You felt like you hadn’t had a breath in several minutes.

He paused for a moment though and leaned back a little, he just stared. .

“Let me take this off.” He looked at your bra.

“Okay.” You sat up on your elbows. “Why?”

“I didn’t get to see them last time. I want to see all of you.” He looked down to the rest of you for a moment but then back to your eyes.

“You really are obsessed with me huh?” You were the one desperate to have him closer.

“Just for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll go back to not being able to stand you.” He finally gives in and start to suck on your neck, using one of his hands to keep your head in place.

A quiet moan leaves you at the feeling. He had already had you figured out. Where you tick. He didn’t stay there long, he pulled himself away enough to get his hand under you to undo your bra. Pulling it down your arms and throwing it somewhere in the room. You lay back down flat on your back. Jungkook took no time to get his hands on your breasts. Holding them in his hands and massaging them. He leans his head down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth and continues to massage your other breast. You just watched him, you a little bit into the sight of him being all over you. He swirls his tongue around your nipple. You felt yourself getting wetter. You had moved your hips to find some pressure, you were dying to be touched.

“Jungkook.” It came out sort of whiny and strained. You mentally pounded yourself for how desperate you sounded.

He pulled away from you. He also looked surprised.

“Needy are we?” He had an amused smile, he held all the cards.. “What do you want?”

“Just touch me. Please.” God you were pathetic. This was a new low. You needed it bad though, you want to cum whatever way he wanted you too.

“Oh how the mighty have fallen,” he was very amused by the sight of you begging. He would have loved to see more of it if he didn’t really want to eat you out.

Then Jungkook took the moment to take off his pants. He looked as if he was going to take off his underwear as well but then hesitated.

He hovers above you again, Jungkook thought for a moment. Something that could work you up. Something maybe a little surprising even for himself to admit, “One more honest confession from me. You looked really good tonight.”

“What?” You were stunned, he sounded extremely sincere.

“I have never met someone who gets on my actual last nerve.” He shook his head, “but I wanted to fuck you again so badly, didn’t matter how much you bothered me.”

You didn’t realize words could turn on you on so much, but it was working. Let alone coming from Jungkook,

“What did you think about?” Curiosity was getting the better of you.

“How I really want to eat you out, I wanted to make you cum on my tongue.” He moved back over you, kissing you and breaking away. “Plus I wanted to see your tits and they did not disappoint.”

Jungkook hoping in his mind this was working. He wasn’t out of practice but you really were the only person he had slept with in a while, and the fact that he didn’t know how you worked made him a little nervous. What he didn’t quite understand is that it didn’t take much to work you up.

“What else?” You wanted to close your legs, you needed some relief between your legs but Jungkook wasn’t going to let that happen.

“I could have fucked you in the bathroom, no I would have fucked you in the bathroom. If you had kissed me any longer I would have.” He came very close to your ear. You closed your eyes, just listening to him.

You swallow hard and nod. You wanted to play it much cooler than you had been. “I don’t see why I should care at all about that.” You start to chew on your bottom lip.

“I keeping wondering how many times I could make you cum. How many times I could make you fall apart, with my hands, with my tongue, and my cock.”

Yeah you were getting so high just on his words.

“God please Jungkook,” you had enough though, “Please touch me, please just do something.”

“Thank god.” He also couldn’t take it anymore.

He kissed you but it was so quick because he kissed his way down your neck and then your chest and then your stomach. He started sliding off your underwear and you don’t resist him at all. It was painfully clear how wet you were, Jungkook was tired of not being all over you though. He examines you for a moment and then licks over your clit without much warning. You moan apprehensively. Your words were completely lost.

Jungkook did it again a few more times. He wrapped his hands around your legs keeping them apart. You wanted to squeeze his head between your thigh so badly but you couldn’t budge under his grip. You placed your hands on his head. Jungkook licks your clit in a side to side motion. He had you in the palm of his hand now. He knew it. You were going to come quickly at this rate, he had gotten you so wound up. You grip onto his hair at the sensation, Jungkook then pulls back from to stick his tongue into your pussy. Immediately licking all of the arousal that been coming out of you. He kept moving his tongue in and out of you over and over. So warm and he found his way around you quickly.

“Fuck.” You said it long and dragged out as Jungkook continued fuck you with his tongue. “Don’t stop.”

He hums against you in response, he wasn’t going to give you any second of recovery. He wanted you to cum in his mouth, and he was going to take you to the end. Jungkook let go of his grip on your legs, allowing you close your thighs around him. You were getting close. You were a little impressed and so was he. You were starting to twitch a little with each touch. Moans just kept falling from you pathetically, you just didn’t care. Your hips began moving on his mouth subconsciously. He followed your lead. He loved every second of this.

You managed to get yourself to look down at him to watch what he was doing, to your surprise he was already watching you. Mouth buried between your legs. His eyebrows furrowed, his stare so serious and full of lust. He was eating up every second watching you fall apart.

“Shit.” You lay your head back, “Don’t look at me like that.”

He paused for a second but spitting on your clit and taking his hand there to rub you.

“Why not?” He hummed.

“It’s… confusing.” It was confusing, you still hated him but that look. Your feelings of hate and lust we’re mixing dangerously together,

“You’re just… so hot when you are about to cum.” He replaced his hand with his mouth again. He needed to make you cum.

“Shut up.” You moan, as he presses his tongue flat into your clit, putting pressure on it and licking upwards. Then sticking his tongue back inside you.

You didn’t have time to think. Before you could get anything else out you felt your climax hit you like a truck, you twitch and tried pulling away from Jungkook but he held onto you pumping his tongue in and out of you as your walls tried to clench around his tongue. Your cum spilling into Jungkook's mouth. He kept a tight grip on your thighs and just continued his motions as you rode out your climax.

After a minute you settled. You were breathing heavily and your eyes shut. Jungkook pulled himself away. It was really unfortunate how much he liked how you tasted. Jungkook took one of your hands and pulled you up so you were sitting up. You opened your eyes and looked at him but before anything he kissed you. Sort of tender at first, then his tongue was in your mouth. There was a new taste present, it wasn’t bad at all. It was definitely your cum. It was nice, maybe way too intimate for the two of you but you didn’t mind. He cupped your face in his hand.

“It’s really annoying how good you taste.” He kissed down your neck to your shoulder. They were delicate little kisses. You were trying to come back down. After all it was a pretty good orgasm.

“I would say do that again but I don’t think I’ll stay awake after.” You lean your head to the side, giving him better access. “God this sucks.”

“What did I do now?” He pulls back and looks at you unamused.

“Because you are the most obnoxious person ever but this makes it much harder to hate you.”

“I think it makes it more fun if you hate me.” He kisses you, you slide your tongue into his mouth and sigh comfortably.

You both were getting really impatient though. You really wanted to ride him. You needed to be fucked so you could be done with this so you didn’t have to admit you wanted him to eat you out again and again. Jungkook needed to come soon though, he was so hard in his boxers he was afraid he might explode. He had any number of ways he wanted you but didn’t care what you wanted to do to him.

You pull back from him, “Let me touch you.”

“Don’t say it like that.” he drops his head, resting it on your shoulder.

“Why?” You were having the exact effect you wanted. He lifts his head and looks at you.

“Like you said, it gets… confusing.”

You smirk and you stand up with him for a moment but then you turn him and have him sit on the side of the bed now. He takes off his underwear almost like understanding your thoughts. He was really hard and his tip was all red. He didn’t take his eyes off your hands and just watched you every movement.

You hold his chin in your hand and have him look up at you. He almost looked a little pouty and pathetic, almost cute. He placed his hands onto your hips but let’s you take the lead. You then take both of your legs and you straddle his lap, his dick sitting between the both of you. He took in a deep breath from the contact.

“I guess I could just leave.” You tease, you kiss one side of his neck. “I got what I needed. Could just leave you to yourself. Since it’s so confusing for the both of us.” You tease.

Jungkook had closed his eyes and was shaking his head. In almost painful desperation. “Don’t.” His hands moved to your ass, hanging on to you now. “Seriously, please touch me. I won’t last much longer.”

“What would you like?” You hold yourself away from him so you can see his face clearly.

“Sit on me.” He chased your lips and kissed you again.

You continue to kiss him but you sit up on your knees. Reaching between the both of you to grab his dick. You stroke him a few times. He groans into your mouth from the contact, his tip was leaking precum. You stop for a second.

“Do you have a condom?”

Jungkook nodded, he reached over to a drawer next to his bed and pulled one out. You take it from him, unwrapped it. Using both of your hands and slowly roll it over his length, squeezing him on the way down.

“Fuck.” His head falls back. He squeezed your ass in one of his hands.

You then lift yourself up again and line him up with your entrance. You knew you were going to be pretty sensitive so you just sink down just onto his tip. You were a bit overstimulated so you hiss, but you kept going sliding yourself down his length. Jungkook was letting small moans fall from his mouth. Then you fully sit down on him, filling you completely up. You moan a little yourself at the feeling. Jungkook was in complete ecstasy. You lift yourself up and sink back down onto him again. You both moan into each other.

“Lay back.” You whisper in his ear, “It’ll be easier.”

Jungkooks complys, you push him down with one of your hands. This way you are able to get your knees on the bed a little better, and it allows you to get more leverage. So you push yourself up and down in a quicker motion now. You keep your hands on his chest. With each move of your hips you begin to build a rhythm, your clit grazing his pelvic bone every time you fully sink down onto him.

“God I hate how good this feels.” You groan but out of pleasure. You mouth falling open.

He’s smirking below you, breathing heavily. Barely keeping his eyes open. Feeling every little movement you made. Why did it have to feel with you of all people? Let alone really good. You full sit down on him for a moment taking a second to breath, his cock buried all the way inside you. You grind your hips on him, you were trying to find your high again.

“Shit. Don’t stop.” Jungkook pleaded, he looked down to where his cock was inside you. Loving the way your bodies were connected.

“Oh yeah?” Lifting yourself up and sank back down onto him again and grinding on him again.

“God I fucking hate how good you look right now.” He sounded so annoyed but it was getting you hot.

“Stop.” You sigh, you pause for a second. Your knees needing a second to recover.

“What?” He eyes you for a moment.

“Stop talking.” You breath for a second, you were going to come soon. You could feel it, your wall were throbbing and you were breathing so heavily. You didn’t want him to be able to get you off so easily.

Jungkook on the other hand seemed somewhat concerned, worried you may be in pain. “Is something wrong?” He sat up to meet your face.

“Nope.” You almost cut him off holding a hand up to him, “I’m just really close.”

“Oh yeah?” He lets out a breathy laugh and it caused his pelvis to shift under you and you moan softly.

“Oh I see,” Jungkook reached his hands around to your ass. Hanging on to your hips for a moment. Forcing you up and down on him and a pathetic whine falls from you. “You want to cum again huh?” His voice was quiet and deep.

“No.” The word came out weak, It was a sad protest, very clearly a lie.

“Getting yourself all wrapped around my dick making you want to cum?” He kisses your jaw, you had yours eyes screwed shut. You managed to look at him through your tired hooded eyes.

“Yes.” You give in. Jungkook forced your hips up and down on him again and another whine falls from your mouth.

“What can I do?” Jungkook sighs.

“Keep talking to me, and I’ll keep fucking you.” You try to feel yourself back in, shutting your eyes again. You did not want to see his face.

“You got it.”

You go back slowly working up to the pace you were at before. Every once and a while sinking all the way down and grinding your hips on him. Jungkook breathing heavily, steadies his mind for a second.

“You’re doing so good for me. Fucking my cock like this. God you look so sexy like that.” His hands were running up and down your back. “Hating me comes with some perks right?”

“Fuck off.” You moan, you kept riding him though. Oh it was working, your high was building. You weren’t sure how long Jungkook had left in him.

“If I had known a truce could lead to this I would have offered one sooner.” He forces you down onto himself for a moment and you gasp. “Cause now I can’t stop thinking what it would be like to see you suck me off and come in your mouth.”

Jungkook would never get to see it but he was definitely thinking about it now. So were you, what it would be like to suck him until he came? Making him wriggle above you, forcing your mouth all the way onto him.

“I’m gonna-…” you stutter, you keep your pace but you feel it coming.

“Cum?” Jungkook fills in the blank, “Cum for me, brat.” He took the small moment to tease you.

“God shut up.” You go a little faster and before you can get anything else out, you’re cumming all over again. And Jungkook stopped you, forcing all the way down on his cock. You bite into his shoulder. Completely losing yourself. Your walls were fighting against being filled up by him. Squeezing him over and over. This one was a little quicker than the one earlier. You could feel some of your cum leaking down into his lap.

You try to move again but it’s so sensitive you stop again.

“Just give me a second.” You breathe, placing both your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. Jungkook had no issue waiting.

“No worries, you’re a pretty good cock warmer anyways.” He jokes, you push him back down into the bed away from you. You just sit for a second.

“God you’re annoying.” You push past the sensitivity and start riding Jungkook again. Going as quick as you can. You needed him to cum now.

Jungkook let you. He let you fuck him. He was completely taken by the feeling. He was actually much closer than you thought because before long he pushed his hips up into you. You keep fucking him, pumping his dick for everything he has, you can feel him fill up the condom in you. Once he seems to be coming down you come to a slow stop.

You both were spent.

You got yourself off of him. Sitting on the bed next to him for a second. Just breathing, your legs were shaking from the fatigue of the position you were in. You had to force yourself up though, Jungkook had his bathroom connected to his room. So you darted for it. Not saying a word, locking yourself inside. Jungkook watched you go for a moment but then got himself up to clean himself up.

You take care of what you need too. You didn’t hear Jungkook moving around outside of the bathroom at all. You open the door sort of wishing you had brought your clothes in with you so you could redress. You step out of the bathroom and Jungkook was putting a new pair of boxers on. Then grabbing a shirt and putting it on, he then crashed out onto his bed. You understood the feeling. You tip toed in into the room putting your underwear on.

You had slept with Jungkook again…

You found your shirt and threw it on. Turning around and seeing Jungkook on the bed. He noticed you starting to redress yourself and managed to grab his phone looking at the time. It would have been way too late for you to get a ride home.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“What does it look like? I’m leaving.” You walk around and manage to find more of your things. Grabbing your pants with the intention to put them on but getting stopped.

“Why? It’s going to be too late to get a ride.”

“Because this was just a hookup and I should go home.” You point between the two of you. You pull your phone out to see the time. God it was so late.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s like 2 am, just… stay.” He waves his hand to the spot next to him.

You hesitate at the offer. “No no no,” you almost laugh. “That’s not… no.”

“Y/N…” he looks at you seriously, very tired, but serious. “Stay.”

For a brief moment you thought about protesting. About fighting him on it but the more you stood the more your exhaustion was hitting you. The bed was tempting and it would be easier just to stay.

So, you lay yourself down. Jungkook then pulls the covers over you. Moving and making as much space in the bed he can for you. You stayed glued to your side with your back to him, and his back turned to you as well. It didn’t take much for either of you to pass out soon after.

Just for tonight.

You woke up to sunlight hitting your face—a surprising sensation since your room never caught the morning sun. Disoriented, you blinked against the brightness, and the events of last night came rushing back, crashing into you like a tidal wave. Your eyes shot open, heart pounding as you glanced around the unfamiliar room. Panic set in, and you bolted upright.

“Oh my god…” You whispered, feeling the dread seep into your bones. You looked to a still sleeping Jungkook beside you; the bed was a mess of tangled sheets. You threw the covers off discreetly and quickly realized that, yes, you were right—you hadn’t put your pants back on. The sight of your bare legs only confirmed the mess you’d gotten yourself into.

“No, no, no...” You buried your face into your hands. Not again. You wanted to blame it on drinking, but you were sober enough to make this decision and so was he.

Your head throbbed, partly from the brewing headache and partly from the sheer disbelief at your own actions. Jungkook began to stir next to you with a groan. He flipped over so he was facing you. He opened his eyes for a brief moment and looked at you and closed them again.

But then Jungkook took a moment to realize, yes you were in fact in his bed, so his eyes shot open and he pushed himself up with horror written on his face.

“Awe crap...”

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Put a Ring on It~Yandere!Lucifer X Reader

Hey, guys! Welcome back to another Yandere!Lucifer fanfiction. I went a bit of a different route than I normally do, so bear with me. As always, I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night!

Words: 2438

Warnings: Kidnapping, Unorthodox way of getting a partner

I hummed as I walked about the antique store, dusting some of the cases. Today was a bit of a slower day so I tried to find things to occupy my time with. I had already swept, cleaned the windows and moved some items around so dusting everything was my next option. My coworker Jessica meanwhile sat behind the counter polishing some of the glassware our store had to offer. “And so then he got down on one knee and proposed to her in front of the whole restaurant! Can you believe it?”

“And you and your boyfriend were just sitting there and watching?”

“Yeah. It was so romantic, Y/n!”

“It sounds like it was. Were you dropping hints to your man at that moment?”

“Well of course! We’ve been together for six years for crying out loud!”

I chuckled and began dusting one of the jewelry cases. “So how about you, Y/n? Anybody in your life?”

“No, unfortunately. Love isn’t really up my alley right now.”

“I get it.”

Ding! The bell above our front door went off.

Jessica and I both turned our heads towards the door to see an older woman standing there. She was in a red floor length dress and had a grayish brown fur shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She looked on the wealthier side not only because of her clothes but because of all the jewelry she had on. Rings decorated each of her fingers and pearl and gold necklaces draped around her front. She looked around and then spotted us. “Excuse me. Is Sarah in?”

“No, the owner isn’t in, unfortunately. What can we do for you,” Jessica replied.

The woman walked over and set a dark red velvet bag on the glass case. Opening it, she pulled out a gorgeous gold ring that looked like a snake wrapped around a medium sized ruby. The cut of the gem made it appear like an apple. “I was looking to sell this piece of jewelry. I no longer need it in my collection.”

The woman kept glancing around the store, almost like she was paranoid someone was following her. “It’s very beautiful, ma’am. How much were you looking to get?”

“It doesn’t matter. What’s your best offer, sweetie?”

Now that surprised me. I would have thought the woman would have asked for quite the chunk of change considering her appearance, but hey, this job still surprises me sometimes. “We’ll have to look at it and check out if it’s real gold or not. Plus we’ll need to check the karat of ruby you got.”

“You know what, nevermind. Just keep it, sell it, I don’t care!”

Suddenly the woman bolted out of the store despite Jessica and my protests. The slam of the door shook us out of our shock. “What was her problem? It would have only taken us a minute or two to evaluate the ring.”

“I think she had a lot more going on then we could have helped her with, Y/n.”

I hummed. Jessica picked up the ring and twirled it in her fingers. “It is quite the beautiful piece. The old gal could have probably gotten $200 for it. Oh well. You better clean it up and put it in the case. I’ll be on my lunch break.”

“You got it.”

Jessica stood from her perch and went into the back room as I placed the duster back in its proper place. Grabbing some jewelry cleaner and a rag, I picked up the ring and began to clean it. As I rubbed it down and made it shiny the more I felt drawn to it. It was almost like a small voice in my head was telling me to try it on. Eh, it couldn’t hurt could it?

Slipping it onto my ring finger, I admired it by the sunlight coming through the front window. It was quite the stunning piece with the ruby becoming slightly transparent and the gold of the snake shining. “Okay, that’s enough.”

I went to pull off the ring but surprisingly it wouldn’t give. Confused, I pulled again, only to grit my teeth when the ring felt like it tightened. “What gives?”

I pulled at it once more but pulled back when it felt like a fire from Hell grazed my fingertips. “Ow!”

I sighed and stared at the ring, the snake seemingly winking at me. “You’re coming off whether you like it or not.”

Heading into the bathroom, I splashed my hands with hot water before grabbing some soap. Scrubbing my ring finger, I pulled and pulled at the stupid piece of jewelry but it would not come off. I kept at it until my finger was bright red from how hard I was pulling. “Y/n, are you okay?”

I turned to see Jessica behind me, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. “I’m fine. It's just this ring won’t come off!”

I showed her my hand and the brunette tutted. “It looks like it’s jammed on there real good. I see you tried soap and water but to no avail. Have you tried oil yet?”

“No.”

“Well I seem to remember there was some vegetable oil in the break room if you want to try that. What made you try it on anyway?”

“I figured since we try jewelry on all the time it wouldn’t hurt. I guess I was mistaken this time around.”

“Just go try the oil and I’ll Google if there’s anything else we can do.”

“Okay.”

I dried my hands on the towel and then made my way to the break room. I opened all of the cupboards until I found the bottle of vegetable oil. Opening the cap, I splashed some onto the ring and around the finger before I began to rub. I did this for a few minutes and then attempted to pull again. Once again the snake tightened and it felt hot to the touch. I growled in frustration and pulled a few more times. Getting nowhere, I put the container of oil back and slammed the cupboard shut. I went over to the sink and rinsed off the excess oil before returning to Jessica in the main room. “Did you find anything useful?”

“No, but listen to this. I just did a general search on the ring and found an interesting article. Apparently a ring just like yours was said to have been crafted back in the Renaissance. A rich man was trying to court a young woman but she would have nothing to do with him. Summoning the Devil, the man and Lucifer made a deal that at the next masquerade ball the man would have the young woman. The Devil then crafted a ring and said that is what the man will propose with. If the woman denied his affections then she would become Lucifer’s. At the ball the woman denied the man’s affections and right then and there, the horned demon took her. It is said that whoever puts the ring on next will belong to Satan himself.”

“And where was this article found?”

“Somebody posted it on Reddit.”

I rolled my eyes. “Stop trying to scare me with fairy tales. I’m already anxious that the stupid thing won’t come off.”

“Yeah, but can you imagine Y/n? You might now be the Devil’s next wife!”

We looked at each other deeply before we both burst into a fit of giggles. “OMG as if that article is true, am I right?”

I laughed. There was no way it could be true…right?

Jessica came up to me and spun me around in a twirl. “We’d better look for your wedding gown while we’re here. We wouldn’t want Lucifer to be disappointed would we?”

“No, we wouldn’t.”

We giggled as we ran around the store finding all the pieces to make me the perfect bride. When we finished, we stood by the full length mirror. I held the white gown up to my chest and Jessica draped a veil over the top of my head. “Look at you! I’d say Lucifer is one lucky man!”

“You think so?”

“Oh I know so! So you couldn’t catch a human’s romantic affections but hey you got the Big Boss of Hell on your side!”

I set the dress down and the two of us began to dance. Jessica hummed a tune as we waltzed through the store, laughing the whole time. “Okay, okay. We’d better get back to work.”

I pulled the veil off and picked the dress back up. Returning them to their spots, Jessica and I continued our work day.

Later that night, Jessica and I were finishing locking up. The brunette clicked the door shut and turned the key. Pulling out the key, she turned to me. “I hope you have a good night, Y/n. And if the Devil does end up marrying you, don’t forget to send me an invite.”

“Will do. Have a good night, Jessica.”

The two of us waved at each other before heading off in opposite directions. The night was slightly busy as several cars drove on the road and people were out and about. As I was walking down a quieter street, I heard a slight humming. Curious, I looked around and couldn’t find anything that created the noise. I ignored and kept walking. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see bright golden specks fly up around me. Probably just fireflies.

Suddenly I couldn’t feel the ground below me and I was free falling. I screamed and quickly closed my eyes, my limbs sort of flying about. Just as sudden as I started falling, I stopped. The air in my lungs flew out as I sat on the hard ground and slowly but surely I opened my eyes. I gasped as my surroundings were completely different. I appeared to be in a hallway, red and light red striped wallpaper with white filigree decorated the walls, golden lights hung from the walls, and a red carpet lay atop the dark reddish floorboards. “There you are!”

My head snapped in front of me and my eyes widened. A small demon with a pointed tail and suit stood in front of me, his yellow eyes staring me down. “We’ve been wondering when you’d arrive, Miss. Please, come with me.”

I stood and backed away from the creature. “W-where am I? How’d I get here? Who are you?”

“All questions will be answered in due time, my lady. However, we need to get you ready. His Majesty will be here very soon and he’s expecting to see you.”

The demon grabbed onto my hand and led me down the corridor to a room on the right. We appeared to be in a walk-in closet of sorts as there were clothes hanging everywhere and a variety of dressers. The butler let go of my hand and had me sit at a vanity. The lights around the mirror were very bright so I found myself squinting. I watched as the little demon went to a couple of the different dressers, pulling out various things. He came to me a few moments later and stood behind me. Taking my hair in his claws, he petted it a few times before putting in a golden snake barrette. He repeated this action on the other side of my head. He then went to my neck and clicked a pearl necklace into place. Smoothing out the shirt I had on, the demon glanced over me before deciding I was fit enough. Grabbing my hand once more, the two of us walked down the hall and to a grand staircase. Going down to the first floor, he led me to a large room with two black thrones. The red eyes on the chairs stared me down as suddenly a poof of red smoke made a man sit on the left seat. He was on the shorter side and wore all white with a splash of red here and there. Our eyes locked onto each other and a big grin made its way to his lips. “Ah, darling! I’ve been waiting for you!”

The demon butler pushed me forwards and bowed. “Your Majesty. Will there be anything else you need?”

“No, but thank you, Dorian. Let us be.”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

The little guy walked out of the room and with a click of the door, my heart began to pound loudly. I turned back to the blonde man and he motioned me forward. I gulped and went up the three steps to be near him. “I’ve been so excited to see you, my dear! Looking at you through a magic ball doesn’t do you justice.”

I could feel skin heat up at his comment. “Um, w-who are you?”

“How rude of me! Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell and your soon to be husband.”

I choked on my spit as he wiggled his eyebrows. “W-what?!”

“Oh did you not listen to your friend’s little story? We are to be wed, my dear.”

“I thought it was just some-”

“Fairy tale? Not at all! You slipped on my ring and are therefore mine. Oh, Dorian made you look so cute!”

I couldn’t believe it. Jessica’s story she read was real and I was going to be the Devil’s wife. Lucifer patted the throne next to him and I sat, still in shock. “Oh we’ve got so much to plan, sweetie! After all if we’re to be married next month-”

“Next month?! Are you crazy? I don’t even know you nor do I want to be in this situation!”

“It won’t be that bad, Y/n. We can get to know each other even after the wedding. Many couples get married and find love with each other after.”

“Look, I don’t want this. So you can just take your ring back and let me go home.”

I stood up and made my way down the stairs when suddenly I was flown back into Lucifer. He held me on his lap and nuzzled into me. “Ah, ah, ah! I can’t take the ring off even if I wanted to. It’s bound us together, you and I. Besides, you’re too cute to pass up.”

He booped my nose and I wanted to die right then and there. “I promise we’ll be happy together. I’m a very attentive lover and I can give you whatever you want. I am the Devil after all.”

He gave my cheek a kiss and all I could think of was Lord get me out of here.

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forever-rogue · 1 year ago

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Hi, love! So i’m not sure if your taking requests but i have a prompt for joel and you’re currently my favorite joel writer so 🥰 i can’t get this idea out of my head of reader being joel’s neighbor and being extremely nice and kind to everyone (especially to him and ellie cause she has feelings for him duh) and he’s kinda in love with her too but won’t admit it (ellie knows and nags him about it) but he also kinda judges her and thinks she’s “weak” cause she’s “too soft”, and then one day for whatever reason he ends up snapping at her and saying that “you have no idea what it is to lose a child” only to later find out from tommy that reader actually lost a baby under pretty awful circumstances and then he’s mortified but she’s super mad at him? I have no idea where this came from i guess i just like pain 🤷‍♀️ totally understand if you don’t feel like it though! Tks babe

AN | Please, this is so cute but sad, but there’s also a happy ending 💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Mentions of child death

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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The pie in your hands smelled delicious, still warm and fresh, as you waited on Joel's porch. You rocked back and forth on your heels as you listened for his familiar footsteps to come to the door. Just when you were about to give up and save it for later, the door slowly opened.

"Hey," there was Joel, leaning against the doorway with a lazy little smile on his face, "what a pleasant surprise."

"Me or the pie?" You always managed to fall into an easy rapport with him. Your back and forth always seemed to turn from teasing to flirting, honestly? You loved it.

"Oh, you brought pie? I didn't even notice," your cheeks warmed up at his response. You shook your head and sighed playfully at him. He stepped aside and motioned for you to follow him, "do you want to come in?"

"I suppose I can spare you a few minutes of my precious time," you flashed him a pretty smile as you flounced past him. Making your way into the kitchen, you set the pie down before uncovering it to show him, "I even made your favorite."

"You spoil me," he practically groaned at the sight of the delicious treat. He immediately turned to the cabinets to grab some plates, "what's the occasion?"

"There's none," you grabbed some forks and knives, "the trees produced so many apples we couldn't use them fast enough. I figured pie was a good solution and I know you love it. So here we are."

"Here we are," he agreed softly, "thank you, darlin'."

"No need to thank me," you sat down and cut into the pie, "you just owe me now."

"I am forever in your debt," he down across from you, a knowing little look in his pretty brown eyes. You made a small sound of agreement as you passed him a slice, "whatever you want, just name it."

"I'll take you up on that offer."

"Good."

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“You should tell her you know,” Ellie broke the silence over dinner as she looked over at Joel from across the table. He froze with his fork about halfway to his mouth. He stuffed the bite into his mouth and took his sweet time swallowing it before sighing and raising an eyebrow at her, “don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“I do,” he admitted, figuring it was better to admit to the truth rather than lie to her. She looked so pleased with herself as she leaned back in her seat, “but I ain’t doing anything about anything. Get that into your head, kiddo.”

“Why not?” she huffed, waving her hand dismissively at him, “you’re so lame. Ugh.”

“Maybe I am,” he agreed with a nod of his head, “but your opinion isn’t going to change anything. I am okay with how things are right now. There’s no need to go and change things up.”

“But she feels the same way!” and it really was obvious; everyone knew. You also knew that everyone knew. It was like the worst kept secret in Jackson, “one of you has to make a move eventually.”

“Ellie-”

“Joel,” she looked at him seriously, her small face taking on a dire expression, “you’re being stupid.”

“Ellie.”

“You’re denying yourself potential happiness,” Joel had to admit that she had a point, regardless of whether or not he would act on it. He was so happy around you, you made him feel so alive and carefree and loved. You were like his very own ray of sunshine. He could only imagine what it would be like if the two of you added romance to the equation. It wasn’t hard to imagine what it would be like to kiss you and touch you and make love to you. It really would have been like a dream, “and her. Plus you’d be so cute together!”

“With that logic, she’s also denying herself happiness,” he wondered if you thought about him the way he thought about you. He’d be lucky if you even spared him more than a passing thought, “so, have you given her this speech?”

“Not yet,” she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders, “I was going to try you first. She’s usually the more logical one…so.”

“So,” Joel mirrored Ellie’s position and crossed his arms over his broad chest, “you’ll leave her alone and drop this.”

“Not a chance!”

“I didn’t think so,” the girl shoved the last mouthful of food into her mouth, “I’m going to her.”

“I know,” Joel drummed his fingers along the table and let out a resigned sigh, “I know.”

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Despite Ellie's insistence that he tell you how he feels, he didn't do anything about it. Namely, he couldn't manage to work up the courage to do so. To him, admitting that he had feelings for you was akin to admitting he was weak. Feelings made people soft and made things harder when, inevitably, the relationship would end one way or another. Why would he willing put himself through that again? It had almost killed him when he'd lost Sarah and later when the same happened with Tess. If it hadn't been for Ellie, he wasn't sure he'd have made it. But Ellie was going to be around forever either.

It was a complicated tangle of emotions, and the best solution for him had to been to keep a few people, currently Tommy and Ellie, close while others remained behind a wall.

You, meanwhile, loved and cared for people so openly. It was easy to see that in everything you said and did. You had a giant heart, but you were just setting yourself for failure. One day something bad would happen and you'd fall apart. Joel wasn't sure he could handle that.

He didn't want to lose you; he loved you, he really did, but he also didn't want his heart to break.

Ellie had come to you as well and pushed you to profess your feelings. While not as in denial about everything as Joel, you weren't about to make that first leap. What if you overstepped and pushed him away? You didn't want that; you'd rather keep him as a friend than lose him entirely.

You'd noticed over the last couple of weeks that something had been nagging at Joel. You didn't push the issue, but hoped he'd trust you enough to confide in you at some point.

It turned out that some point didn't come as you expected.

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Joel had come over to your house, and the two of you were making dinner together. It was a routine you'd often fall into and it felt so blissfully domestic. You'd never really made a comment about it before, but something caused you to feel a certain amount of bravado and led you to actually pointing it out.

"You know, this is so much like playing house," you teased softly as you nudged his side with your elbow.

"It does," he agreed with a small smile. He liked the idea of living with you permanently. If he was being honest, the thought of sleeping with you and waking up to you in his arms, of spending lazy evenings in a tangle of limbs was something that crossed his mind more than he cared to admit. In another life, he'd have made those moves already and might have even called you this wife, "kinda nice."

"Mhmm," you continued chopping away at the fresh vegetables that you'd picked for dinner, "all that's missing now is a couple of kids running around."

He stiffened for a moment, his mind first going to the image of you round and pregnant with his child and then to sheer terror. Kids were all well and good, but something just told him they would be a bad idea. He remained silent and kept his gaze on the stove.

"You ever think about having kids in the future?" you had hesitated for a moment before asking but, how did that old saying go? Curiosity killed the cat?

"No," he said without a second thought. It was a lie, of course it was. He'd thought about it a lot, especially since he'd met you.

"Oh," your breath hitched in your throat at the sudden shift in emotion. You focused on what was in front of you rather than anything else. Something was off and you could immediately sense that you might have said the wrong thing. It was still hard for you too sometimes, "I'm sure that it's still…hard. Losing your daughter….I'm sure it was the hardest thing ever. I l-"

“Don’t,” there was a furious look on his face and you couldn’t help the way you recoiled away from him. He’d gone through such a shift in emotions that it was a little scary - you’d never seen him like this before, “don’t fucking talk about my daughter.”

“Joel, I didn’t mean anything by it,” you felt a few hot, salty tears run down your cheeks. You took a step back to create a distance between yourself, wiping the tears away with the sleeve of your sweater, “I was just saying-”

“You don’t know shit,” he stormed towards the door and threw it open harshly. You were surprised that it didn’t fall off the hinges, “you have no clue what it’s like to lose a child.”

With that, he stormed off, leaving you there staring in shock. Your mind was still trying to process what was going on as you closed the door. Your whole body felt like it was trembling as you leaned against the counter and took a few deep breaths.

That wasn’t him, is what you tried to keep telling yourself. That wasn’t your Joel…he would never have talked to you like that. A sensitive topic had been brought up and he was hurting…anyone could have responded in such a manner.

But, you decided, you’d give him some space. Maybe seeing you wasn’t the best thing for him right now….you were sure he’d come to you when he was ready to. Until then you would just love and support him from a distance; but that was the thing and you hoped he knew it too - you’d always love him. Not matter what happened, Joel Miller had your heart.

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“Hey big brother,” Tommy caught Joel’s attention as he walked into the tavern, flashing him a meek smile. Joel looked up and offered a wave in a sign of acknowledgment. Before he could say anything else, Tommy’s fist collided with his face, causing him to stumble off his stool. He clutched at his face, surprised by the sudden attack, “heard you were being an asshole.”

“What the fuck!?” Joel clutched at his face in shock as he took in Tommy's angry expression. And here he thought that they were getting along well these days. But then he said - your name, "listen-"

"No, you listen," Tommy grabbed by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer so only he could hear his next words, "I can't believe you yelled at her. And you told her she doesn't know what it's like to lose a child? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?" Joel's brows furrowed in confusion. Yes, he hated himself for yelling at you, but it had all been in the moment. He agreed with that part anyway, "what are you talking about?"

"You're an idiot and an asshole," Tommy shook his head, "you're not the only one who's lost everything. You're not the only one who's lost their child."

"W-what?"

"She lost her son," Joel's face fell as realization crashed over him like an icy wave, "to one of those clicker bastards. It almost got her too. You ever notice that scar on her face? Now you know where it comes from."

"Tommy-"

"Next time don't assume you know everything," he shoved him and put a bit of distance between themselves, "don't ever be a dick to her again. It won't end well."

With that, Tommy left Joel sitting there with a sore face and aching heart. Not that it was undeserved, but still. Joel knew what he had to do, but he wasn't sure you'd give him the time of day. But you were so good and kind that he realistically knew that you'd let him explain.

All those things that he thought had made you weak actually made you so stronger. Much stronger than he was apparently.

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It was late in the evening a couple of days later when he knocked at your door. You were both surprised but in a way had been expecting him. It was Joel after all, and the two of you shared a special bond; it wouldn’t be so easily broken.

“H-hi,” his cheeks immediately pinked when he saw your pretty face and he felt like either running away and never looking back or throwing up then and there. You offered him a small smile in return but otherwise remained silent, “I, uh, I wanted to…I came to…apologize. I’m sorry for the other day. It doesn’t excuse it, but I was just wanted to let you know. So…yeah.”

“Do you want to come in?” you asked softly, causing him to look at you in pure awe.

"I-what?"

"I just made some tea," you stepped aside and beckoned for him to follow, "I couldn't sleep so I thought it might help."

He was incredulous as he stepped into your kitchen and watched you make him a cup. In the warm yellow light of the kitchen, he studied you intently. He noticed the scar running from your cheek and disappearing into your temple. It wasn't the first time he spotted the scar but it was the first time he made the connection.

"Why?" He asked as he sat down across from you, pulling the cup of tea closer, "why aren't you telling me to go fuck myself and leave?"

"There's no reason to," you shrugged before taking a long, thoughtful sip of your tea, "I assume Tommy told you by now."

"How'd you know?"

"I can see the bruising on your face," you reached over and gently ghosted your finger along his skin, "and no one would dare to hit you besides him. Or maybe Ellie."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and giving it a squeeze, "I had no clue."

"It's not something I usually go and advertise," you sat back in your seat and exhaled slowly, "losing a child isn't easy. It doesn't really get easier but time lessens the sting. I can tell you more about…him and everything that happened sometime. If you want to hear it, but not tonight. Tonight we can just…just be."

"Yes," he reached for your hand and put his hand on top of yours, "I know it doesn't seem like it but I…care for you. Very deeply."

"I know you do, Joel," your assurance made him feel so much lighter; it felt like the weight of the world was off his shoulders, "I care for you too. There's a lot we still have to learn about each other Joel, but I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here."

"Me too," there was a hopeful smile on his face as you squeezed his hand, "I'm not going anywhere."

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #tlou

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seresinhangmanjake · 9 months ago

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Stolen Angel - Part 3

Demon!Jake Seresin x reader

Summary: You thought you were having a one-night stand with some random, normal guy. Turns out he’s a winged, demon-like stalker who has been obsessed with you for years.

Warnings/Notes: Jake is a little dark. Kidnapping. Manipulation. Obsessive behavior. I’m sure there are typos. This used to be a different fic for August Walker, so if you see it, it’s fine. I wrote that one too.

Words: 1426

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

JAKE POV - (One Year Ago)

He can’t stop watching you. Smiling, laughing, serving customers caffeinated beverages on their way to work. The sunlight streams through the front glass window of the cafe, the rays illuminating everything of you that they reach. Your hair, your eyes, your skin. You’re bright, happy, healthy, stunning, and it does unreasonable things to his heart.

He’s been sitting there for two hours now, not even pretending to occupy himself with a magazine or newspaper or anything that will make him less conspicuous. You’re the only thing that has his attention. The only thing that ever has his attention when he comes to this world. He spends this time, each second of it, observing your every move, memorizing every feature of your face, and when you leave for the day, he follows. Just so he can be a little bit closer to you.

You’ve never noticed him, and sometimes he chuckles at your lack of awareness and how well it works in his favor. You have no idea that he trails you from the cafe to your apartment. You have no idea that he stands outside your building as night cloaks the day. You have no idea that he leans against the same lamppost he always does when he comes to see you, his stare latched on to your window—third floor, second from the left—as you strip yourself of your uniform and into your pajamas. He’d watch forever if he could, but he, and those like him, do not have that luxury.

The hand that lands on Jake’s shoulder is expected and he turns his head to his friend.

“Time to go,” Javy says. “In a month you can come back and stalk her some more, but we’re cutting it close. We have to get back.”

Jake sighs, giving your bedroom window another glance. The light clicks off. “I know.”

“She’s not going anywhere. I’ve kept an eye on her in your absence and she’s had the same routine for the last six months,” Javy reminds him as he rolls his shoulders, preparing for the weight of his wings to return.

Cartilage and bone materialize as his gray feathers, one by one, seek him out from the spot he had shed them. Each one returns to their place, layering themselves together until his wings are fully reformed.

Javy gives them a testing flap, scattering the fallen leaves at their feet. When he sees Jake has yet to call for his own wings, he huffs. “Seriously, it’s eleven fifty-six. Do you really want to spend six months in The Tower because you chose to stare at your little girlfriend rather than be punctual…again? You literally just got out.”

Jake stands from his leaned position and a moment later his black feathers find him. He spreads his wings out in a stretch.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Javy says with pride. “So let’s go.” Then he’s shooting up into the night, a speck in the darkened sky.

Jake takes one last look at your window, imagining himself in that apartment, holding you, kissing you, falling asleep beside you. He doesn’t want to leave you behind. Leaving you behind is leaving a part of his heart behind. But he has to do it. For the night, you’re warm and safe tucked in your bed, and that will have to be enough for him until his return next month.

“Good night, Angel,” he mutters. “Sleep well.” Then he follows after his friend.

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Food everywhere. Grapes smashed in between the stones of the walls; plums dotting the floor, one having rolled under the bed; juice from apple slices staining the rumpled bedsheets; the silver tray, now dented in the middle, thrown across the room. All as if some bratty tornado tore through the place. Except now the brat is missing.

He’d guessed you would struggle to stay put once you regained enough of your energy, which is exactly why he'd planned to sit by your bed while you slept. But—albeit very reluctantly—he had listened to Javy’s advice about giving you some space for the night. A mistake, clearly, because now he has to hunt his little escapee down.

Shaking his head, Jake rubs the back of his neck and gives the room one last scan in case you got the bright idea to hide until he got close enough for you to whack him in the skull with something hard. When the assault doesn’t come, he jogs to the window and peers through it the way you were when he found you standing there the other day, your pearly wings in all their grandness cascading gracefully from your back.

Glancing to the nearby field many stories below, he spots you seated in the grass with your knees tucked to your chest. His pounding heart stutters in relief.

How the fuck did you get out, Angel? he thinks as he hurries from the room, down the multiple twisting staircases, and through the maze of halls. You’re the last person who should have the ability to leave this place. New residents of The Tower have been known to roam the halls for months at a time, trying to find a way out until they surrender to exhaustion and return to their rooms, and yet you walked right out the front door?

When he reaches the main floor, he stops short at the silhouetted figure leaning against the doorframe. He knows that figure well, and realizing that someone he trusts has been keeping an eye on you from a reasonable distance permits Jake to take a calming breath before he steps closer.

“She’s…content, I think,” Javy says, tucking back his large gray wings to provide enough space for Jake to comfortably stand beside him. “Doesn’t seem to want to run off.”

“Only because she doesn’t know where to go,” Jake sighs, running his fingers through his hair. And thank fuck for that. “How long has she been out here?”

“At least since four. That's when I found her,” Javy informs him. He looks at Jake, playfully grinning. “We watched the sunrise together.”

“Has she seen you?”

“No. She hasn’t so much as turned her head in hours,” he answers, then after a pause of consideration, says, “How do you think she managed to make it out on her first try?”

Jake shakes his head. He has that very same question. Anyone would. “I don’t know, but had I known she could, I would have locked the damn door.”

“Maybe The Tower felt bad for her,” Javy suggests. “You know she always made it easy for the unfairly imprisoned.”

Unfairly imprisoned. Yes, Jake supposes that is what you are. But it’s not for forever, and it’s simply to protect you while you adjust to your new life by his side. Surely, you can understand that. And then you can start accepting the happiness and love you’re denying yourself.

“She fucking scared me,” Jake says, and Javy snickers.

“Then I imagine you're even.”

“She's not scared of me, she just has to get used to me.” Jake watches the gust of air flutter your feathers. You still haven’t moved, save for one hand's fingers which continuously weave through the blades of grass. “She's taking her damn time though.”

“Don't be unfair. She's known you for a couple of weeks—a couple of very difficult weeks—which is nothing compared to the head start you had.” Also true, to Jake’s dislike. But he’s shown you how much he cares, and that should be plenty to help you catch up. Then Javy says, “You should take her back. Just for a few hours.”

Jake’s head snaps to the right, eyes just short of bugging from his head. “Are you insane?”

Javy shrugs. “The day is coming up. It might be easier for her to be here with you if she knows she has the option to visit her world.”

“That’s not her world anymore.”

“True,” Javy agrees. “But don't you miss seeing her smile?”

Jake swallows. He’d give anything to see you smile again; smile at him again. Though he was gifted one when he was deep inside of you, praising you, telling you how beautiful you were, offering the same compliment since he brought you here has not elicited the same reaction. If anything, you frown more intensely, with more effort.

“It's too soon,” Jake says. “She's still attached, and I can't trust her.”

“It's more important that she trusts you,” Javy counters. “And this could be your olive branch, my friend.”

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cherrygirlfriend · 2 months ago

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kook!reader and pope going apple-picking

warnings: fluffy! i've had this on my mind for a MONTH bc i got a bunch of free apples and baked like... four apple pies in the matter of two days. but i wanted to wait until it was all fall-y to post it. (also the among us shirt was inspired by an actual t-shirt i saw at the thrift store. i do have a short little bonus part coming for this soon!!

something unexpected that pope learned about you was that you loved fall. he would've always thought you'd prefer summer; your personality was basically that of the literal sun, but the moment there was a small breeze in the air and you spotted the first orange leaf on the ground, you'd picked it up and called him, telling him how you were going to put it in your scrapbook.

so, it really shouldn't have been a surprise to him that one morning, you'd show up to his room, basically trying to pull him up, and after he pulled you into bed and you two laid there together for an hour and the dog that was basically yours, but technically his, came to lick his face, he finally got up.

your boyfriend kept asking you where you were taking him as you drove, the little bichon sleeping snugly in his arms in the passenger seat of your car, but you wouldn't tell, simply humming along to the girly pop song playing in your stereo with a wide smile on your face.

"where are we, exactly?" pope asked when you two finally arrived to your destination, a small farm right between figure 8 and the cut.

"we're at mr. parker's farm, duh."

"don't duh me, i know that." he said with a small chuckle, bumping your shoulder lightly with his, "i mean, what are we doing here?"

"oh," you chuckled, taking something from the backseat, and when you held the thing up, he noticed it was two large wicker baskets, "well, mrs. parker is teaching me how to crochet, and i mentioned how i really want to pick some apples and bake apple pie, so she said that they had way too many apples growing and she said that if i wanted to, i could come pick some, as long as i bring them a few slices of apple pie to try."

"babe," he chuckled as you handed him the other basket, starting to lead him to where mrs. parker had shown you the apple trees were, blanche's leash on your other hand, the dog excitedly following, "i'm not sure which part i should address; the fact that you're friends with a 60-year-old, that she's teaching you how to crochet, or that she let you pick apples just for a few slices of apple pie."

"josephine is a very nice lady." you look at him pointedly, "and crocheting is relaxing. supposedly. for me it's still a bit confusing. but i wanna make blanche a sweater one day."

"you know, most dogs hate clothes."

"our dog wouldn't. i can see the way she looks at my dresses, and how she barks at your t-shirts like she wants to rip them apart."

"hey! what's wrong with my t-shirts?"

you look at him blankly, "my grandpa dresses better than you. you wore a shirt that had an among us character the color of the italian flag holding a plate of spaghetti with the text 'impasta' underneath it for our second date."

"that was jj's, my shirt got all muddy..." pope mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, but soon you two arrive in front of an apple orchard miles long, the boy's eyes widening. "yeah, that's... definitely a lot of apples."

you chuckled, taking his hand as you pulled him further into the orchard, the little dog following behind you, and before you knew it, you were stood on a wooden stepping ladder, reaching up for apples and throwing them into the second basket, the first one already full of both red and green apples.

"you know, you don't have to hold onto me, i'm a big girl, i won't fall." you chuckled, pope's hands holding onto your waist, "if you just picked some apples yourself, we'd be done a lot faster."

"i know you." and by the tone of his voice, you could tell he was looking at you pointedly even though he was behind you, "if i let go of you, you're gonna fall, and you'll probably get concussed."

"alright, i know that i can be a bit clumsy-"

"a bit? remember when you tripped on my charger last week? when it wasn't plugged into anything? or when your shirt got caught in the doorknob and you hit your head on it? or the time you broke your leg falling down three stairs because you were looking at pictures of your celebrity crush? or-"

"alright, alright, i'm clumsy!" you puffed, taking his hands off your waist. "you can stand there for safety, but no holding on. i gotta focus and your hands are really warm it disturbs me. besides, the broken leg was when i was fifteen. i never should've told you.

"she's in denial." he said to blanche, laying on a small blanket on the ground that you had brought with you for him, letting out a small yip, as if in agreement.

"hey! don't turn my baby against me."

"well, she's my baby too."

"well, if you're not careful about what you say, soon we'll have to co-parent." you huffed, continuing to pick apples, the boy simply laughing at your 'threat.'

he watched as you continued picking apples, humming along to the same song you were listening to in the car, a fond smile on his face, yet as you rose to your feet to pick the last apple, standing on the very edge of the stepping ladder, he noticed the wooden thing wobble, his eyes widening.

but as you got your feet stable, it was already too late, the stepping ladder already starting to fall to it's side, your eyes widening when you realized what was happening.

you closed your eyes tightly when you started falling, and as you felt your body fall against the hard ground, something was under your head, softening the blow.

hearing a soft groan next to you, you opened your eyes, finding pope laying on the ground next to you, his arm under your head. "your head weighs a lot."

"what are you doing?" you chuckled softly.

"well, i knew i wouldn't be able to catch you, and since the ladder isn't that tall so you'd mostly get away with bruises anyway, but you could still get a concussion or a head injury from that height, so i estimated where you'd fall and made sure my arm was under it."

"you know, you could've just said something cheesy, like 'because i wanted to protect your pretty head', you textbook."

"oh."

"you know you could've broken your arm or something."

"and you could've let me hold onto you."

you laughed softly, shaking your head before rolling onto him, pressing your lips on his, the boy's lips warm against yours, bringing your hand to his cheek.

when you pulled away from the kiss, he looked at you with a slightly dazed look on his face before he broke into a grin. "thanks for protecting my head."

"anytime."

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lulublack90 · 5 months ago

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Prompt 1 - Opening Ceremony

@wolfstarmicrofic August 1, word count 732

Because I am an absolute nutter, it looks like I'm swapping the two series I did last month over so now we have part two of the Apple Core series that was a Jegulus story but now it's following on as a Wolfstar. I'll link the pervious Jegulus series if any one wants to read that first. Hope you enjoy.

Previous Jegulus part First Jegulus part

“Come on Remus, get the banner higher, like James’s side. Yes, that’s better. Perfect.” Sirius directed from the floor while James and Remus balanced precariously on chairs outside the café. Sirius and Remus had just bought it for a relatively good price. He’d sunk everything he had into it, well what he had left after getting them the nice flat. It was just typical that this place went on the market with a perfectly adequate flat above it the day after they exchanged contracts for their flat. Sirius had made a fuss about it at the time, but he believed everything happened for a reason. He had this niggling feeling that he and Remus were not meant to live in the flat above the café, so he put it out of his mind and got to work.

The café had been a disaster. They’d had to rip everything out to the studs and start again, but that meant they could use the space however they wanted. They did as much as they could themselves to keep costs down, which basically meant telling James what they wanted and pointing him in the right direction.

But today was opening day and Sirius was nervous. What if nobody came? What if this was a colossal waste of money, and he was just a waster like his parents had told him over and over as he was growing up? His thoughts turned to his brother for a second. He hadn’t seen him in 5 years and had no idea what he was doing. As far as he knew, Regulus still lived in that house with them. He quickly put an end to that train of thought. He highly doubted he’d see or hear from Regulus any time soon.

He stood back to appraise their handiwork. He grinned a face-spitting smile. The banner proclaiming Open for Business proudly hung under the shimmering blue-tinged white letterings of their shop’s name, Howlin’ at the Moon. He just needed to add the finishing touches, and they’d be ready for the grand opening ceremony. He ran back inside and began to drag out the piece of rolled-up red carpet, the velvet ropes and the big red ribbon. When he was done, he jumped around with glee and checked his watch for the time. They still had two hours.

Effie and Monty turned up to help make all the samples. He and Remus had kept it simple. Shots of their signature coffee blend and miniature cheese toasties, which were normal cheese toasties artfully cut up by Monty himself.

“Sirius look,” Remus physically spun him around to face the glass front of the shop. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Already there was a huge crowd waiting patiently for the doors to open.

“Mum!” He called into the back, “We’re going to need more cheese toasties, a lot more,” Effie came round to see what was going on and gave him a big squeeze.

“You’re going to be amazing darling,” She whispered into his ear as she planted a big wet kiss only a mother could give on his cheek. “And don’t think you can sneak away Mr, you’re just as much a part of this family as the others are,” Effie wrapped her arms around Remus, who’d been trying to avoid her kisses, and held him there while she covered his face with red lipstick.

“How many times do we have to tell you, Moony,” James snickered from the other side of the counter. “You can’t run away from her, it’s best just to accept her love and be done with it,” Remus grumbled at him and made rude gestures when Effie’s back was turned as he tried to wipe the red stains off his face. The clock chimed and it was time to go.

Sirius swallowed nervously as he took in the crowd. He was standing with an oversized pair of scissors in front of the door, preparing to make a speech. He took a deep steadying breath and felt his body tremble. Remus came and stood beside him, and together they introduced themselves and welcomed everyone to their café. Holding the scissors between them, they cut the ribbon and watched it fall to the floor as the local paper took a photo of the event. They opened the door and the crowd surged forward. Howlin’ at the Moon was officially open.

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acute-crashout-jeyuso · 28 days ago

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Sacrifices/ BTR Book 2: a Jhea fanfic.

Chapter 19: YOU LIED Pt. 2

Dedicated to Mr. Willow Chase… whatever it takes..

Rhea’s hands trembled as they clutched the Polaroids, her knuckles whitening with the pressure. Her breathing came in shallow gasps as her eyes darted back and forth between the disturbing images and the twins. Then her gaze snagged on something—something behind Jon that hadn’t caught their attention before. Her stomach churned, cold dread creeping up her spine.

“Jon…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “What’s in the bathroom?”

Jon stiffened, his eyes wide and unblinking as he glanced over his shoulder without fully turning. “Rhea, I’m gonna be real with you. I’m very fucking scared to look behind me.”

Jey stepped closer, his jaw tightening as he put a steadying hand on Rhea’s shoulder. He swallowed hard and said, “Alright. We’ll look together. On three, like we used to when we were kids.”

Jon nodded reluctantly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he steeled himself. The three of them braced, muscles coiled like springs, as Jey began counting. “Three… two… one.”

They turned.

What met their eyes was the stuff of nightmares.

The bathroom was a grotesque altar, walls plastered with posters of Rhea from her NXT days—hundreds of them, all torn and frantically taped back together with a methodical madness. Each poster was defaced with streaks of a crimson substance smeared across her face and body, the words YOU LIED!!! scrawled over and over again in violent, jagged strokes.

The air in the room felt heavy, oppressive, carrying the faint stench of decay that made Rhea gag. The light flickered, casting sinister shadows that made the warped images seem to shift and crawl.

Jey’s breath caught as his eyes scanned the scene, his hand tightening protectively on Rhea’s arm. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, his voice hoarse, as though speaking too loudly would awaken something lurking in the corners.

Rhea stepped back, her legs shaking as her brain struggled to make sense of the macabre tableau. “I… I think we need to call the police,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Before anyone could respond, Jon’s voice cut through the suffocating silence, low and laced with dread. “Before or after the DVD?”

Rhea and Jey turned to where Jon was pointing, their eyes falling on a single DVD lying at the center of the bathroom floor. The words Play Me were scrawled across its surface in the same jagged, blood-red strokes as the posters, the letters almost seeming to ooze in the dim light.

The trio froze, the weight of the discovery sinking in. The silence between them stretched long and thick, punctuated only by the faint sound of waves crashing in the distance.

“What do we do?” Jon finally asked, his voice barely audible.

Jey exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “We fucking play it.”

Jey’s voice was firm but strained, his fear barely concealed beneath the veneer of calm. “But not here,” he said, his eyes darting toward the shadowed corners of the ruined house. “We need to do this somewhere we can control.”

Jon nodded, already heading for the door. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

The three of them hurried outside, their movements rushed and almost frantic, as if something unseen was watching, waiting. The oppressive air seemed to press down on them even as they stepped into the open. The house seemed to glare at them as they piled into the rental car, slamming the doors shut.

Jon gunned the engine, and the tires screeched as they sped off. The silence in the car was heavy, suffocating, broken only by the hum of the engine. Rhea sat in the back seat, clutching the DVD and Polaroids so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her hands trembled, the edges of the Polaroids digging into her palms, but she didn’t loosen her grip.

Everyone was scared—terrified, really—but no one wanted to say it out loud. It felt as though speaking the fear would give it more power, would make the nightmare more real. Jon kept glancing at the rearview mirror, as if expecting to see something chasing them, while Jey sat in the passenger seat, his jaw clenched and his breathing shallow.

The highway stretched ahead of them like an endless void, the fading sunlight painting the road in eerie hues of orange and red. It felt like they weren’t just running away from the house—they were running toward something worse.

The beach house in Titusville came into view, the waves crashing against the shore in the distance. Jon didn’t even bother parking properly. He slammed the car into park, the vehicle lurching forward slightly before jerking to a halt.

“Let’s go,” Jey said, his voice low and tense.

They burst into the house, their footsteps echoing on the hardwood floors. Trinity appeared in the doorway, startled by the commotion. “What’s going on?” she asked, her eyes darting between their pale, shaken faces. “What happened?”

Jon turned to her, his expression grim. “I need you to go to the bedroom,” he said sharply.

Trinity blinked, confused. “Jon, what—”

“I’m serious,” Jon interrupted, his voice rising. “I give a fuck about my twins in your stomach. Now get your ass to the fucking room! Now!”

The uncharacteristic venom in his tone froze Trinity in her place. Her lips parted as if she wanted to argue, but the intensity in his eyes made her swallow her words. Without another word, she turned and walked to the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

The living room fell silent except for the faint sound of the ocean outside. Rhea moved to the entertainment center, her movements jerky and unsure. Her fingers twitched as she slid the DVD into the player, the tray closing with an ominous click. The screen flickered to life, casting a cold glow across the room.

No one spoke. No one breathed.

The image on the screen stuttered, black and white static flickering like the start of a cursed tape. Rhea’s hands hovered near the remote, but she didn’t press play.

“Just press it..” Jey pleaded. Rhea took another deep breath as she pushed the button.

The screen flickered to life, bathing the room in a cold, unsteady glow. An eerie static hummed through the speakers before a distorted version of Rhea’s theme song, Demon in Your Dreams, began to play. The melody was warped, slowed, and overlaid with unsettling whispers, as if it were being sung from another dimension. Then, abruptly, the music stopped, leaving only an oppressive silence.

The video began with flashes of Rhea’s career. The grainy footage showed her joining The Judgment Day alongside Adam and Damian, their menacing silhouettes cutting through the arena’s lights. The screen crackled, and her triumphant win at the 2023 Women’s Royal Rumble appeared next, the crowd roaring as she pointed to the WrestleMania sign. Then came the crowning moment of her victory over Charlotte Flair at WrestleMania 39, the camera lingering on her holding the title aloft with tears in her eyes.

But as each of these moments played out, a voice would scream LIAR—louder, sharper, more vicious with every milestone. The sound cut through the air like a blade, making Rhea flinch with each shout. Jey and Jon sat frozen, the tension in the room palpable, their breathing shallow as they exchanged worried glances.

Finally, the screen showed a clip of Rhea announcing her pregnancy and in-ring retirement in Houston on December 30. The room held its breath as the voice returned, but this time it didn’t scream LIAR. Instead, it hissed with venom, SPINNER OF YARNS.

Rhea’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she clutched her stomach, a cold sweat forming on her brow. Her heart thundered in her chest, each beat echoing like a drum in her ears.

The screen went dark for a moment before shifting to a new scene: a chair, illuminated in the center of a pitch-black room. The space around it seemed infinite, a void that swallowed everything but the solitary chair. A figure stepped into view, moving slowly, deliberately. The figure sat down, their face obscured by a ski mask, their body clad in all black—hoodie, gloves, boots. They looked like a shadow given form.

The figure raised their hand, holding a small device. A voice changer crackled to life, the distorted tones chilling and mechanical, reminiscent of a killer in a horror movie.

“How does it feel, Demi?” the figure asked, the voice low and grating. “To live your life without consequences? To be alive? To kill someone and get away with it?”

Rhea’s breathing hitched as her name—her real name—was spoken.

The figure tilted their head slightly, a gesture almost mocking. “I personally wouldn’t know,” they continued. “but.. something tells me I am about to.”

The figure reached into their pocket and pulled out a Polaroid, holding it up to the camera. The image was warped, burned at the edges, its details obscured by soot and ash. Rhea squinted, her stomach knotting as she tried to discern what it was, but the damage made it impossible.

“I see you, Demi,” the figure hissed, their voice growing darker. “I see you for what you really are. An Eradicator. A MURDERER!”

The screen flickered violently, cutting to a chilling new scene. Rhea’s blood ran cold as the camera revealed her—unconscious, sprawled across a bed, her face pale and her body limp. The surroundings were hauntingly familiar.

“No,” Rhea whispered, standing so quickly she nearly knocked over the table. Her hands flew to her mouth, and her eyes widened in pure terror. “That… that’s the night—”

The screen returned to the figure, their masked face inches from the camera now. Their presence felt suffocating, even through the screen.

“I’d answer the next Orlando number if I were you, Demi,” they growled, the mechanical distortion of the voice making it almost inhuman.

And then, without warning, the screen cut to black. The room was plunged into an oppressive silence, broken only by the sound of the waves crashing faintly outside.

The DVD had ended, but the terror it left behind was only just beginning.

Jey’s heart raced, his chest tight with fear. He stood frozen for a moment, his hands trembling as he stared at the screen, unable to look away. “What the fuck was that?!” he demanded, his voice cracking with panic. His eyes were wide with disbelief, searching Rhea for answers. But she was silent, her face pale, her eyes fixed on the TV screen where the figure’s haunting words still echoed in her mind.

“Demi! What the fuck that?!” Jey yelled again, the desperation clear in his tone. His feet moved nervously, the weight of the unknown pressing down on him, threatening to crush him.

Rhea’s voice was a ghost of a whisper, her body stiff with fear. “It was the night I was raped…” Her words hung heavy in the air, every syllable weighed down with the dark memory.

Jey froze, his body trembling as the realization hit him like a cold slap. He turned away from her, his back to the room, as he ran a hand through his hair, his mullet swaying with the movement. The tension in the room was suffocating, like a storm about to break.

And then, as if the universe itself were determined to push them further into madness, the phone rang. The sound was piercing, sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife. But it wasn’t Jey’s phone. It wasn’t Jon’s. It was Rhea’s.

Her eyes darted to the screen of her phone, her pulse quickening when she saw the Orlando number flashing on the screen. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her. It wasn’t just a call; it was a decision—a decision that could change everything.

Jey was the first to speak, his voice tinged with panic. “Don’t get that, Rhea. Please. We don’t know who the hell is on the other side.”

But Rhea’s resolve was unshakeable. She looked at Jey with a fire in her eyes that he hadn’t seen in weeks. “I have to,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear that gripped her.

She reached for the phone, but before her fingers could touch the screen, Jey grabbed her hand, pulling it back gently. His grip was firm, his eyes searching hers desperately. “Think about our baby, Rhea,” he pleaded, his voice cracking. “Please. We don’t know what kind of sick game this is. Whoever’s on the other end… they’re dangerous.”

Rhea’s breath caught in her throat. Her mind flashed back to the day Jey had been shot. The blood. The terror. The fear of losing him had nearly shattered her. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—lose him again.

“I’m not losing you again,” she said softly, her words a vow, a promise that cut through the tension like a blade. The memory of that day haunted her, but she was stronger now. She had to be.

For a moment, the phone continued to ring, its shrill sound growing louder, more insistent. The room seemed to close in around them, the walls pressing against her chest. Rhea’s hand trembled, but her resolve didn’t waver. With a deep breath, she answered the call, her finger swiping the screen.

“Hello?” she said, her voice steady, but inside, her heart pounded in her chest, fear and adrenaline mixing together in a dangerous cocktail.

There was a long pause on the other end. Then, a low, distorted voice, familiar yet unnerving, filled the air.

“Demi,” the voice rasped, the name dripping with malice. “I see you’re still playing the victim… still lying to everyone around you.”

Rhea’s blood ran cold as the voice sent a chill down her spine. She swallowed hard, her grip on the phone tightening. “Who is this?” she demanded, her voice strong despite the terror that swirled within her.

The voice chuckled darkly, sending a shiver through her bones. “You’ll find out soon enough. I promise.”

The line went dead.

—

Jey’s sigh was heavy, carrying the weight of everything that had happened. He rubbed his temples, feeling the mounting pressure. “So you see…” he began, looking at the officer across from him, trying to make sense of the mess. “Someone is after us. I mean, I know we aren’t President Obama or anything, but we are kinda a big deal in the wrestling world.” His voice was laced with a mix of frustration and disbelief, as if the reality of the situation still hadn’t fully sunk in.

The cop, an older woman with sharp eyes and an air of indifference, sighed in return. “We could fax the report to the police in Orlando,” she said, clearly trying to be helpful, “but as far as Titusville, we don’t have anything concrete to go on. No clear threats, no immediate danger. I’m sorry, but that’s all we can do for now.”

Jon, already feeling the weight of everything, clenched his jaw. He was clearly frustrated but trying to hold it together for the sake of his family. “So what do you guys suggest we do, then?” His voice was tight, the exhaustion clear in his tone.

The cop cleared her throat, tapping the folder in front of her. “Well, looks like you already have security,” she said, nodding toward the men who were stationed around the house. Jesse, Jerome, and Jacob had been close by since the moment everything started, ever watchful, their presence a constant reminder that something dangerous was lurking just beyond the horizon.

Jon glanced at the trio, nodding with a mix of gratitude and unease. He knew they were good, but even they couldn’t protect them from everything.

The cop stood up then, taking the plastic bag Jon handed her with the Polaroids and the DVD. She inspected it briefly, but there was a clear lack of urgency in her movements. “If anything happens here, don’t hesitate to reach out,” she said, her voice a little softer now, almost apologetic. “We’ll do what we can, but… it’s a waiting game for now.”

Jon’s expression hardened, knowing full well that this wasn’t the resolution they’d hoped for. He nodded stiffly, his jaw set. “We’ll reach out if we need to.” His tone wasn’t angry, but it held a quiet frustration.

The cops left soon after, their presence fading into the night. The door shut with a quiet thud, leaving the house in uneasy silence. The weight of the situation, the constant dread of the unknown, pressed heavily on everyone.

Jey stood up from his seat with a deep, almost defeated sigh. He reached for his phone, glancing over at Rhea still sitting on the couch, her head buried in her hands. The sight of her, so lost and vulnerable, made his stomach twist in knots. He had to do something, anything to make sure they weren’t left in the dark about this.

“I’m calling Julian,” Jey said quietly, his voice thick with tension. “He’ll make sure this evidence doesn’t get lost. We can’t afford to let it slip through the cracks.” He walked away, his footsteps echoing through the house as he headed to the bathroom at the end of the hall.

Inside the bathroom, Jey leaned against the counter, dialing Julian’s number with a sense of urgency. He didn’t want to feel like he was over-exaggerating but they needed legal protection, and fast. They needed someone who could make sure that everything—from the Polaroids to the DVD—was properly documented and secure. They couldn’t let whatever this was slip through the cracks. Especially since whoever was doing this was also impersonating officers in Connecticut.

The phone rang for a few seconds before Julian picked up. “Jey?” his voice was sharp, professional. “What’s going on?”

“We’ve got a problem,” Jey began, his voice low. “Somebody’s messing with us. We’ve got evidence—physical and digital—and I need you to make sure nothing happens to it. I’m talking about the Polaroids, the DVD… everything. I just handed everything to Titusville PD and I just need to make sure Orlando PD gets it.”

Julian was quiet for a moment before responding, his voice steady. “Got it. I’ll take care of it, don’t worry. Anything else?”

Jey’s fingers tightened around the phone as he looked over his shoulder toward the living room. Rhea was still there, her shoulders hunched, her eyes lost in thought. He could feel her fear even from here, and it ate at him.

“Yeah…” Jey said, lowering his voice, “We don’t know what we’re dealing with here.” He paused, swallowing hard. “And tell me if you find anything strange about that DVD. I don’t trust any of this.”

“Understood,” Julian said, his voice reassuring, even through the phone’s distortion. “I have a good buddy of mine with Orlando PD. We’ll take it from here. Stay safe, Jey.”

Jey hung up the phone with a sigh, his body heavy with the weight of the situation. He stared at his reflection in the mirror for a long moment, his eyes shadowed with worry. He wasn’t sure what they were up against, but he knew one thing for sure—they couldn’t keep running. They had to face this, together.

Jon, Trinity, Rhea, and Jey sat together in the living room, the tension thick in the air. The silence stretched on, each of them lost in their own thoughts, the horrors of the past few hours still weighing heavily on their minds. Trinity, breaking the silence, spoke with a tremor in her voice.

“Do you think it could still be Matt?” she asked, her eyes darting to Rhea, waiting for some kind of answer.

Rhea’s stomach twisted at the mention of his name. She had hoped that chapter was behind her, but now, with everything happening around them, she couldn’t ignore the chilling possibility. She bit her lip and finally said, “I don’t know. But it doesn’t make sense. Matt’s in jail without bail for trying to kill Jey…”

Jey nodded, his jaw tightening. “It doesn’t add up. If it was Matt, why would this keep happening? Why would someone still be targeting us?”

Trinity and Jon exchanged a glance, the wheels turning in their minds. Then, in a moment of reckless optimism, Trinity spoke up again, her voice gaining a little strength.

“I know this sounds crazy… but what if we try to ‘Back to the Future’ this shit?”

Rhea blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Jon raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled as well. “I love you, Trin, but could you… explain, please?”

Trinity smiled slyly, already knowing what she was about to do. “Jacob!” she called out. A moment later, Jacob popped his head into the room. “Yes, ma’am?” he asked, looking mildly confused.

“Go grab the dry erase board from the garage,” she instructed, waving her hand toward the hallway.

Jacob disappeared, and Trinity turned back to the group. Rhea’s curiosity was piqued now. What was Trinity talking about? What could she possibly be thinking?

A few moments later, Jacob returned with a large dry erase board under his arm. Trinity thanked him before setting the board up in front of the group. She grabbed a purple marker, her focus laser-sharp.

“Alright, guys,” Trinity began, her voice firm but laced with a strange excitement. “Every horror movie has an established history. You have to go back to the beginning to understand the whole story. And that’s exactly what we’re going to do here.”

Rhea felt a sense of unease settle in her stomach as Trinity spoke, but she didn’t interrupt.

“We need to go back to the beginning..” Trinity continued, her eyes flicking to Jey and Rhea. “And no, not just when your affair started. We need to go further. Because if what you’re saying is true, all this—everything we’ve been dealing with—is tied to Rhea’s NXT days. That was in 2017.”

Rhea stood up, her hands twitching slightly, and grabbed the marker from Trinity. The weight of the moment was hitting her, the significance of what they were about to do. She took a steadying breath, looking down at the board before she started to write.

She drew a straight line across the board and wrote “2017” at the start. She paused, remembering the chaos of that year—her rise to fame, the battles she fought, and the things she had left behind.

Jon narrowed his eyes. “Are you talking about…?”

Rhea didn’t answer immediately. She just nodded slightly, her expression distant as she recalled the tangled web of her past. Then, with a deep breath, she began writing again, marking the beginning of a timeline that was far darker and more dangerous than any of them could have imagined.

—

Flashback: December 23rd, 2017 - 1:31 AM

Rhea shifted uneasily in the passenger seat of the car, the leather creaking under her as she adjusted her position. The cold night air seeped in through the cracked window, but it didn’t bother her as much as the unease gnawing at her gut. She watched the man Demetri had just handed a bag to, who now stood lingering by the back of the car, eyeing her with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine. There was something… off about him. His gaze was too steady, too calculating. Funny, in a way that felt more eerie than humorous.

Demetri, oblivious to Rhea’s discomfort, slid back into the driver’s seat, his hands gripping the wheel as he started the engine. Rhea didn’t immediately speak, but her mind churned with questions she was too afraid to ask. As the car began to roll down the dark, empty streets, Rhea finally broke the silence.

“Is this all we’re ever gonna do?” she asked quietly, her voice carrying more frustration than she intended. “Just these runs, back and forth like some damn courier?”

Demetri glanced at her, his brow furrowing for a moment before he started to focus on the road again. “What do you mean?”

Rhea sighed, running a hand through her hair as she looked out the window. The streetlights blurred as they passed, casting long shadows on the pavement. “I don’t like these runs, Demetri. I thought you were just a small-time runner. This shit… it feels different now. Like it’s getting too deep.”

He smirked, but there was no humor in his expression. “Well, I’m moving up now,” he said, his voice flat. “Gotta start pushing harder shit if I want more money. Not everyone could start making $60K a year like you.”

Rhea turned her head sharply, her heart racing. She hated that he brought up the money. It made everything feel so cold, so transactional. The air in the car thickened, and she exhaled slowly, trying to collect her thoughts. “I just think you’re smarter than this, Demetri. Why don’t you go to college, get a business degree, do something different than this?”

Demetri laughed, but it wasn’t a sound of genuine amusement. It was mocking, as if her suggestion was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard. He didn’t even glance at her this time, his eyes fixed ahead on the road. “Someone once said ‘plata o plomo,’” he said, his tone casual, but the words lingered in the air like a curse. “It translates from Spanish to ‘silver or lead,’ meaning ‘money or bullets.’”

Rhea’s chest tightened, but she didn’t interrupt. She knew the phrase. It was infamous. She had heard it before, in documentaries, in the whispers of dangerous circles she never wanted to be a part of.

Demetri’s lips twisted into a smile, but there was no warmth in it. “The phrase was coined by Pablo Escobar, the Colombian drug lord. He’d offer government officials and law enforcement a choice: take the bribe, or take a hit. Money or death.”

Rhea felt the weight of the words sink into her stomach like a stone. She didn’t like where this was going. “To me,” Demetri continued, his eyes narrowing as he looked straight ahead, “I want plata. A hell of a lot more plata.”

Rhea’s heart hammered in her chest. “But at what cost?” she whispered, though the words barely left her mouth before she regretted them. She knew the answer. She knew exactly the price Demetri was willing to pay for money. And it was a price she wasn’t sure she could handle anymore.

The silence between them stretched on, more suffocating than ever before. Rhea stared out the window, her thoughts racing as they drove through the dark streets. She had never imagined she would be here—caught up in this world of deals and drugs, of shifting allegiances and consequences too heavy to bear.

But as Demetri’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, his focus solely on the road ahead, Rhea knew that getting out of this life would never be as easy as walking away.

And just then, the sound of the tires on the asphalt seemed to grow louder, the weight of their choices looming larger with every passing second.

Dec 25, 1993

Jey, Jon and Joe are seen on Christmas day, their dynamic in the works.

2001

Jey is stabbed at a local high school party.

2013

Rhea informs her family of starting her wrestling career. They are dismissive of this.

2014

Jon marries Trinity and both twins receive marriage advice from Joe.

2017

Rhea leaves her family and debuts in NXT as Rhea Ripley. After some time and not getting as much traction as she wanted to, she changes her look as a result of a Jimmy and Jey Uso motivational speech. She also meets Damian Priest who approaches her with the idea of tag teaming when they get to the Main Roster.

Oct 13th 2017: Rhea meets Demetri after going out with Liv and Tegan, experiences a run for the very first time.

Dec 23: Rhea explains she wants to stop doing runs with Demetri and Demetri reminds her that people know what she looks like, thus forcing Rhea to stay.

2018

February 14: Demetri teaches Rhea how to shoot and warns her if she doesn't comply, she will be dealt with. (Sac Ch 18)

October 26-28th: Rhea is arrested for Conspiracy to Distribute and she is confronter by Hunter.

August 2022 to August 2023: Matt and Rhea meet, fall in love and get engaged. Rhea notices crack towards the end of August 23' but pushes them aside when Matt proposes. (Ch 38)

2023

Early October: Jey and Takecia show signs of giving up in their marriage, when Jey asks if they want to visit a therapist, Takecia says if god gives her strength. (Ch 21)

October 7th: Hunter approaches Jey about a slow burn romantic angle with Rhea Ripley. Jey agrees. After the PPV, Rhea compliments Jey. Jey questions Roman about affairs. (Ch 21)

October 11th: Rhea's father voices his concerns about Matt during Rhea's birthday dinner. (Ch 38)

November 24: Finn Balor notices Matt's possessiveness and dark demeanor when Matt stares at Rhea during a photoshoot with Dominik. That same night Finn approaches her about Matt's behavior but Rhea denies any wrong doing. (Ch 38)

November 25th: Jey and Cody Rhodes witness Matt's mind control with Rhea. They inform Finn Balor about this and are told this isn't the first time. (Ch 38)

2024

Feb 19th: Jey and Rhea have a conversation and agree to meet the next day in Jey's hotel room. (Ch 16)

Feb 20th: Rhea goes to Jey's room and they have sex for the very first time. (Ch 16)

Feb 21: Jey and Rhea discuss the events of last night and continue their affair. (Ch 21)

April 6th: Jey asks Rhea to not marry Matt and wait for him to divorce Takecia in a couple of years. This is the first indication that Jey tells Rhea she deserves better. Rhea doesn't want to do this because she thought they were just FWB. As a result of this Rhea doesn't speak to Jey for nine days. (Ch 21)

April 15th: Rhea vacates her title and Jey gives her an ultimatum, stay with Jey or be with Matt. Rhea picks Matt. (Ch 21)

April 16th: Jey pleads for Rhea to rethink things but she does not. (Ch 39)

April 19th: While having sex with Matt, Rhea realizes she might be in love with Jey. (Ch 39)

June 26th-29th: Rhea realizes she has married the wrong person. (Ch 39)

July 8th: Rhea returns to in ring action and Jey watches the return. (Ch 22)

July 9th: at 3am, Rhea shows up in blue lingerie to Jey's room (Ch 39) and claims she misses him, thus starting their affair again. After they have sex, still pissed from Rhea choosing Matt, Jey treats her like an object, Rhea responds negatively but after a few days she comes back. (Ch 22)

July 22nd: Takecia cancels her and Jey's anniversary in Maui. Stating that if god gives her strength she will see a therapist with Jey to try to get their marriage back on track. Due to this, Jey decides to devote his heart to Rhea, thus beginning to deepen Jey and Rhea's connection. (Ch 22)

July 24th: after a conversation with an older married couple, Takecia sees a therapist for herself, now determined to repair herself with Jey. (Ch 22)

Sept 2nd: Takecia notices Jey acting out of the ordinary. After hearing that Jon and Trinity are coming down in a few days, Takecia vows to ask both of them about why Jey was acting strange. (Ch 22)

Early August: Jey asks Rhea if she was still having sex with Matt, Rhea lies and says no, that Jey is the only one. (Ch 28)

August 20: Matt records the infamous video. (Ch 40)

Sept 9th: Jey wins IC Fatal Four Way Number One Contender's Match, Damian invites Jey to join Rhea and him on a week relaxation in Portland. (Ch 1 of BTR)

Sept 10th: At 4am Damian witnesses Rhea and Jey having sex (Ch. 2) Damian does ask (Ch 3) and confront Jey about the affair after Rhea throws up (Ch 4 and 5) and for the first time Rhea questions if she is pregnant and who's it is. During a sexual encounter Rhea and Jey have a fight and Jey leaves to go to San Francisco after he pushes Rhea in a fight(Ch 6)

Sept 11th: Rhea is questioned by Damian why Jey left so suddenly. Jey wakes up in San Francisco and Takecia, his wife has a bbq because Jon and Trinity are in town. Damian does confront Rhea about the affair and stics by her side. Damian also questions if she is pregnant and Rhea admits to Damian that she and Jey haven't been using protection consistently. Damian then informs Hunter that he needs to speak with him. (Ch 7) Jey has the BBQ and it is the first time that Jon confronts Jey about Jey and Rhea being a thing due to people in the locker room gossiping. (Ch 8)

Sept 13th: Hunter calls Damian and informs him he will be in Seattle and Damian is needed at the Smackdown 25h Anniversary show and that Hunter and Damian can speak when Damian gets to Seattle. Damian then informs Hunter about Jey and Rhea's affair and Rhea's possible pregnancy (Ch 8) Rhea watches The Great Gatsby and this is the first time it is introduced in the story. (Ch 8)

Sept 14th: Hunter requests Jey to fly back to Portland under the disguise that he is being tested for drugs and Hunter requests Rhea meet him under the same disguise. Hunter finds out that Rhea is pregnant and Jey is the father after mouth swab DNA testing. Rhea is about 13 weeks. Jey denies the pregnancy at first but then he embraces after Rhea mentions abortion. Jey tells Rhea he loves her for the very first time and says he will leave his wife Takecia if she leaves her husband Matt. (Ch 9) Takecia with Jon and Trinity questions if Jey is cheating on her, after viewing IG posts. (Ch 10)

Sept 15th: At 2 in the morning, Takecia decides what she wants if she divorces Jey and decides to confront Jey in Portland. (Ch 10) Damian is informed during a workout that Rhea is pregnant. (Ch 10) Jon travels to Portland after Takecia went to Solofa (Rikishi) about the possible affair Jey might be having. Jon arrives to Damian's hotel door and sees Jey and Rhea. Jon and Jey have a fight and Jey tells Jon that Rhea is pregnant but Jon doesn't care. Jon informs Solofa and Solofa informs Takecia who then texts Jey about her demands. Solofa banishes Jey from the Fatu family. (Ch 11)

Sept 16th: Kayden organizes a Airbnb for California for Jey and Rhea and Damian, thus becoming the first official supporter, outside of Damian, to support Jey and Rhea. (Ch 11) Rhea informs Jey she booked a flight to Orlando and will tell Matt she is divorcing him. (Ch 11) Monday Night Raw happens and Rhea tells Hunter that she needs a bit more time before she makes a choice on aborting the baby. Hunter, coming from his affair with Stephanie from being in a relationship with Chyna, sides with Jey and Rhea. (Ch 12) Rhea and Jey say their goodbyes to each at the airport with the promise that they will reunite in California. Rhea gets on a flight to Orlando. (Ch 12)

Sept 17th: At 5am Rhea lands and takes an uber to her and Matt's home. Matt attacks Rhea viciously and kicks her repeatedly in her stomach. Rhea is grabbed by her hair and thrown out by Matt. Matt also takes her wedding ring back. Rhea manages to get up and walk down some streets before she passes out in her own blood an is found by Jonathan. Jonathan calls the police and is ask to donate blood to save her life. As a result of this, Rhea now carries the blood of the legendary Anoa'i family. Solofa accepts her and performs a haka for Rhea and Jey once they are both informed by Solofa and Trinity that they lost their baby. (Ch 12)

Sept 18th: Rhea and Jey hold their baby for the first and last time and ultimately Jey and Rhea choose to cremate the baby and separate it into three individual pieces of Jewelry. Jey orders Rhea a necklace and a engagement ring while Jey picks a ring for himself. Julian Velasquez is introduced as Jey and Rhea's lawyer. (Ch 13) Rhea is released from the hospital and her and Jey seek refuge in Jon and Trinity's home in Orlando, FL. Jon and Trinity inform Rhea they have acquired Rhea's animals, Bella, Barry, Luna and the cat Storm. Rhea is put on medical leave. (Ch 14)

Sept 19th: Due to the doctors initiating an emergency c section on Rhea, Rhea now has a scar the size of her finger on her stomach. Jey meets with his father where his father Solofa in Solofa's beach home in Titusville FL, accepts Jey back into the family due to Rhea's traumatic miscarriage. Determined to have a good relationship Trinity organizes a BBQ with Rhea and they find common ground in shared interests. Rhea takes double recommended pain pills and Jey sees Rhea being off due to the double dosage. Rhea starts showing signs of PTSD. (Ch 14)

Sept 20th: Matt attempts to call Rhea from Jail but Rhea denies the call and as a result of this Jey gets Rhea's number changed. Damian visits Jon and Trinity in their home in Orlando. Rhea snorts pain pills and attempts to have sex with Jey but is dismissed. Jey asks for Julian's help in divorce proceedings from his wife Takecia. Matt attempts to get in contact with several wrestlers regarding Rhea. Hunter shuts it all down. (Ch 15)

Sept 21st: Rhea and Jey leave the house and they have a nice day date, Jey and Rhea have a dinner date with Jon, Trinity and Damian. Jey informs Rhea about getting a rental in Pensacola due to Jon and Trinity moving to Pensacola. Jey confronts Rhea about the pills and Rhea says she is all in with Jey. (Ch 15)

Sept 22nd: Matt calls Jey and threatens him. Jey and Rhea get matching name plate bracelets. Takecia drops off Jeyce and Jaciyah and she meets Rhea for the first time. (Ch 16)

Sept 23-Sept 24: Rhea, Jey and Damian travel to RAW where Rhea does not compete but cuts a promo instead. Jey and Rhea return to Pensacola on a red eye. Jey is asked about Rhea's birthday plans and Jey admits he does not know her birthday. Jey notices Rhea's obsession with The Great Gatsby. Jey attempts to rebuild his relationship with his oldest son Jaciyah by taking him to Titusville to see Solofa. Jaciyah blames Rhea. Jey makes a promise to Jaciyah where he will not propose to Rhea just yet. Rhea bonds with Jeyce. (Ch 17) Jey gives Rhea the necklace but not the ring. (Ch 18)

Sept 25th: Rhea asks Jey to get her Jeep from her and Matt's house. Jey takes Jon and they fight with Matt after realizing Matt was released on bail. Jey informs Rhea they are moving to Pensacola regardless. After dropping off Jeyce and Jaciyah in Titusville with Solofa, Jey promises to pick them up Friday for Universal Orlando (Ch 18)

Sept 27th: Jey and Rhea take the kids to Universal and TMZ takes pictures of Rhea and Jey with the kids but the pictures don't reveal Rhea being affectionate with Jeyce. The news breaks that two have pending divorces. (Ch 19)

Oct 1st: Rhea snorts pain pills once more. (Ch 22)

Oct 2nd: Jey and Rhea and Damian experience backlash from the news and some wrestlers attempt to convince Hunter that Jey doesn't deserve his IC Title. Jey and Damian go out with Kayden and get hammered drunk and act unprofessional. Meanwhile, it is revealed that Rhea and Jey have signed their lease for Pensacola for Oct 16. Rhea reveals why The Great Gatsby is important. (Ch 19)

Oct 3rd: Rhea is informed of what Jey did by Trinity and Jon. Jey is fined by Hunter. Rhea pleads with Jey to come home to her. (Ch 19) Jey goes back to Pensacola and apolgizes to Rhea, he breaks his promise to Jaciyah and proposes to Rhea, thus finally giving her the ring containing their babies ashes. (ch 20)

Oct 4th: Jey and Rhea help Jon and Trinity move into their new home in Pensacola. (Ch 20)

Oct 5th: Rhea and Jey travel to ATL for Bad Blood where Rhea questions if she should have came back early. (Ch 20) Jey's family accepts Rhea after learning of their engagement. (Ch 23) Jey and Rhea inform Damian they have became engaged. (Ch 23) Rhea loses at Bad Blood and due to increased fatigue, Jey lifts Rhea into the hotel. (Ch 23)

Oct 6th: Due to Rhea's increasing PTSD, she accidently punches Jey in her sleep. The two travel to St. Louis for RAW and once they land, after a nap, attend a party thrown by Damian. (Ch 23)

Oct 7th: Bayley insults Rhea by saying she shouldnt be with a married man. (Ch 23)

Oct 8th: Jeyce only comes to spend time with Jey after Jaciyah declines. Rhea and Trinity give Jeyce a great time by playing in the pool, snowcones. Rhea puts Jeyce to sleep for the very first time and her mother instincts are shown. After this Jey and Rhea get into a fight after Rhea admits that Matt doesn't want to sign the papers, something she was holding back from. (Ch 23)

Oct 9th-10th: Jey admits he was wrong and takes Rhea and Jeyce to the mall and aquarium. Once they come back, pictures of Jeyce and Rhea are over TMZ and Takecia becomes upset and threatens to drag the divorce. Rhea and Jey discuss everything and ultimately in the middle of the night, Rhea leaves all of her jewelry and leaves and flies to Damian's loft in New York. Rhea invokes a 24 rule of not speaking to Damian. Jey drops off Jeyce in San Francisco and he tells Jaciyah that Rhea left. Jaciyah assumes Jey will get back with Takecia but this doesn't happen. (Ch 24)

Oct 10th: Rhea tells Damian about what happened and then asks Jey to go out and get her some clothes. Rhea then calls Hunter and explains to Hunter she needs two weeks off for her mental health, which is granted. Rhea then attempts to kill herself by swallowing Damian's pain pills. Damian discovers her and calls police. Damian calls Hunter. Jey, Jon and Trinity find out on the news about what happened to Rhea. Everyone is called to New York, including Rhea's family. Rhea has suffered a hypoxic brain injury and is only given a low chance to live. She is now in a coma. (Ch 24)

Oct 13th: Rhea is still in the coma. Jey and Rhea, subconsciously meet their miscarried daughter Julie Alofa Fatu. (Ch 25)

Oct 16th: a day is depicted of how Jey is handing the situation. (Ch 26)

Oct 17th: Jey has a mental breakdown due to receiving a card from Matt. Julian informs Damian and Jey that they are co executors of Rhea's estate. Jey begs for Rhea to wake up and after an unsuccessful attempt Jey goes to a chapel for help. Jey, with guidance from Julie, manages to wake up Rhea. (Ch 26)

Oct 25-27: Rhea and Jey attempt to regain some normalcy after everything. Jey throws her a surprise belated 28th birthday. Jey gifts her a cuban chainlink necklace with the letter R. (Ch 27)

Oct 27th: Before Jey and Rhea have sex, Rhea shows signs of her memory being tainted as she can't remember she got on birth control, Jey shows restraint in having sex due to this. Julie vists Jey once more. (Ch 28)

Oct 28th: Jey leaves Rhea to go to Raw. Kelani Jordan shows interest in Jey, Liv and Raquel warn Jey. Rhea and Almia bond. Matt shows a video to his lawyer to help his case against Rhea. (Ch 28) Liv and Kelani fight after Liv sees Kelani try to seduce Jey. Liv is fined. As a result, Jey rooms with JD, Finn and Cody during this week of Crown Jewel in Saudi Arabia. Jey proclaims his love for Rhea on live tv during a match. (Ch 29)

Oct 29th: Jey travels to Saudi Arabia for Crown Jewel PR and Fan Engagement. Rhea has a talk with Julian where he informs her she will have to face Matt in court on Friday. Rhea has a doctor's appointment where she doesn't remember getting on birth control. Rhea decides not to get back on birth control. (Ch 29)

Nov 1st: Rhea reclaims her last name and is granted her divorce, criminal proceedings are rescheduled for next wednesday. (Ch 29)

Nov 3rd: Jey returns from Saudi Arabia. Takecia informs him that she will not drag out the divorce and will send Jeyce and Jaciyah to Jey so he could bond with his kids. That following night, Matt breaks into the home and shoots Jey. (Ch 30) Rhea goes through traumatic aftermath of seeing Jey shot and Trinity and Jon come to her aid. Everyone is informed of what happened with Jey. After Jey experiences a shock, Julie vists Rhea and shows Rhea what happened to Jey when Rhea was in her coma. (Ch 31)

Nov 6th: Rhea's jewelry finally gets cleaned by Trinity. Takecia and Rhea speak. (Ch 31) Jon, Joseph, Joe and Solofa reflect. (Ch 32) Jey wakes up. (Ch 33)

Nov 7th: Jey and Rhea are questioned. Jey questions if Rhea was lying to him about being intimate with Matt while they were on the second half. Rhea admits she lied. Jey asks for a break. (Ch 33)

Dec 8th-9th: After a month away, Jey and Rhea reconcile after Rhea finds out she is pregnant. Jey buys Rhea an oversized Christmas tree. Trinity reveals she is pregnant and so does Rhea. (Ch 33)

Dec 10th: Hunter reveals plans for Rhea and Jey. Rhea as an executive writer and relocation to Stamford, CT. Jey returning to Wrestlemania and becoming Mr. Money in the Bank and winning his first world title. Rhea reveals the career moves to Trinity. (Ch 34)

Dec 11th: Rhea still shows signs of PTSD. Liv asks for Rhea on her advice of dating Dominik due to his annulment with his ex wife. Jey does his first interview with Chris Van Vilet since the shooting. (Ch 34)

Dec 13-14th: During a dinner, Trinity reveals she is having twins. (Ch 34) Jeyce and Jaciyah arrive to spend time with Rhea and Jey. (Ch 34)

Dec 17th: Rhea is confirmed to be four weeks pregnant. Jey and Rhea travel to the mall for Jeyce and Jaciyah's gifts. A stalker takes photo and video of Rhea and Jey throughout the mall. Jey and Rhea spend a night at Jon and Trinity's home. Rhea's car gets vandalized. (Ch 35)

Dec 18th: Jey and Rhea along with Jeyce and Jaciyah take pregnancy announcement pictures with Jon and Trinity. Rhea and Jey discover Rhea's car vandalized. (Ch 35)

Dec 25: Rhea and Jey host Christmas Dinner. Trinity informs Rhea they will move in April to be closer to Rhea and Jey. (Ch 37)

Dec 26: Rhea and Jey decide to spend New Years in Houston. (Ch 37)

Dec 27th: Rhea attends therapy and explains her fear of being a mom with her brain injury and PTSD. Jey experiences his first tunnel vision incident. (Ch 37)

Dec 30: Rhea announces her retirement from in ring action and also her pregnancy. (Ch 37)

Dec 31: Rhea and Jey pick up Jeyce and Jaciyah and take them to Damian's New Years Eve party in Katy, TX. (Ch 40)

2025

Jan 6th: Rhea's jeep is labeled no good from a local mechanic and Barry is poisoned. (Sac Ch 1) After being Barry is kept overnight for observation, Jey looks into getting a gun. (Sac Ch 2)

Jan 8th: Jey freaks out during their first ever couple's therapy session about Julie. (Sac Ch 2)

Jan 9th: Rhea and Trinity speak about Jey's emotional outburst. (Sac Ch 3)

Jan 14th: Rhea and Jey try therapy once more and Rhea brings up Demetri. After refusing to speak of Demetri, Rhea and Jey have a fight. Jey seeks out help from Liv and is informed by Liv that Rhea was physically abused by Demetri, Liv informs Jey that she did not know the reason why Demetri and Rhea broke up. (Sac Ch 4) Liv secretly keeps the information that she knew the outcome of Rhea and Demetri's relationship from Jey (Sac Ch 10)

Jan 15: Jon explains to Jey how everything has happened so fast and Jey explains his weight of trying to carry all of Rhea's pain. (Sac Ch 5) Rhea tells Jey about Demetri and explains she killed him in a act of self defense after realizing she was drugged and gang raped. Rhea and Jey have a fight with Jey realizing mid way through that Rhea really is his. (Sac Ch 6)

Jan 27th: Jeyce's first day of school is not complete due to Jeyce hitting a kid in the face with a lunchbox. (Sac Ch 5) Jeyce, for the first time ever, shows hatred for staying with Jey and Rhea. (Sac Ch 6) Jey attempts to comfort Rhea. (Sac Ch 7)

Jan 28-29th: Jeyce meets Demi. (Sac Ch 7) Demi invites Jeyce to The Smiths Listening Party. Jeyce wanting to pay for him and Demi, asks his uncle Joe for money. (Sac Ch 8)

Jan 31st: Jaciyah arrives and Jeyce seeks help from Jaciyah to be his chaperone. (Sac Ch 8) Jaciyah meets Daya, Demi's older sister who lives in New Haven. Both kids have the best day. (Sac Ch 9) Rhea receives a call from Liv stating that she and Dominik are in town for a creative meeting for the next day and asks to stay with Jey and Rhea. Rhea agrees. (Sac Ch 9)

Feb 1st: Liv and Dominik are run off the road by a deranged driver in a souped up four by four black truck. They attempt to get help from a local gas station convenience clerk who explains that strange things have been happening. Liv and Dom receive a ride from a 'police officer' to Rhea and Jey's home. After an alarming comment, Liv decides to wake up Jey and Rhea. (Sac Ch 9) Rhea and Jey are informed of the event. (Sac Ch 10) Jey explains everyone has to be truthful. (Sac Ch 10) Jon and Trinity's cars get blown to bits and as a result of this, Jon and Trinity seek refuge in Solofa's Titusville Beach house, Jerome and Jacob are also appointed as Jon and Trinity's bodyguards at this time. It is revealed that there is another stalker.(Sac Ch 10) Damian and Kayden are attacked in New York, both are written off TV for an undisclosed amount of time. It is revealed that there is yet two more stalkers. Bringing a grand total of four stalkers at this point. (Sac Ch 11) Jey calls for help from his father Solofa and Solofa sends Jeremy, Jesse and Jeremiah. Liv and Dominik are written of tv for two weeks after they inform Hunter of what happened. Hunter implements a trio buddy system effective immediately. (Sac Ch 11)

Feb 2: Jaciyah attends church with Daya and Jeyce finally tells Jey and Rhea that he has a girlfriend. Luna is given sago palm while everyone is out and about. As a result of this, Luna dies. (Sac Ch 12)

Feb 2-12: Rhea experiences a depression due to Luna's passing. Rhea also is able to see her baby for the first time at 11 weeks. (Sac Ch 13)

Feb 3: Matthew is questioned by authorities. (Sac Ch 15)

Feb 12: Jeremiah and Dominik help Jeyce look for an outfit for a Valentines Day Dance. (Sac Ch 13)

Feb 13th: Jeyce introduces Demi to Liv and Dom. Due to a comment by an older boy, Jeyce gets into his second fight. As a result of this he is suspended and forbidden to attend the Valentines Day Dance with Demi.(Sac Ch 13) Jeyce sneaks out and asks Demi about the comment. Demi dismisses it and the two kiss. (Sac Ch 14) Liv and Dom gift Rhea a picture frame of her and Luna. (Sac Ch 14) Later that night, Jaciyah sneaks in Daya and Jey catches them. (Sac Ch 14)

Feb 14: Jey plans a day for Rhea and himself, only to be interrupted by Jeyce sneaking out and Jaciyah showing up to the house with a hickey. (Sac Ch 16 and Ch 17)

Feb 15: The boys leave with Takecia after she finally gets settled in her new apartment. Liv and Dom have one last dinner with Rhea and Jey before they leave on the 16th. (Sac Ch 17)

Feb 18th: Rhea is informed by Julian that Liv and Dom's rental car was found a tow truck property registered to Rhea's name spelled backwards. Liv's title belt is still missing, the only thing left behind were scratched up name holders. Rhea is also informed Demetri's father is Frances James Jackson. His prints along with someone else's prints were found on Liv and Dom's rental car. Rhea is also informed someone dressed up as a police officer that night Liv and Dom were run off the road. She is ordered to keep her security. Julian also explains that he believes this is more and everything, including Rhea's miscarriage, was calculated. Jey also surprises Rhea with a Plum Tahoe and takes her to a shooting range. (Sac Ch 17) After Rhea shows excellent aim, she breaks down and informs Jey that Demetri taught her to shoot. Rhea and Jey both agree to go to Orlando to look for clues about Rhea's memory. (Sac Ch 18)

Feb 21-22: Rhea and Jey, along with Jeremiah, arrive in Titusville and stay with Jon and Trinity. Rhea and Jey visit the home of Matt and Rhea and discover polaroids and posters and the infamous DVD. (Sac Ch 19 and Ch 20)

April 14-15: Rhea's baby shower and it is revealed she is having a boy. Jey's divorced is finalized. This is Jeyce's fourth fight as he suspended again. Jaciyah is living with Jey and Rhea full time.(Sac Ch 1) Rhea is notified that she will be inducted to the Hall of Fame. Jey plans a surprise wedding in Las Vegas.(Sac Ch 2)

April 18th: Jey marries Rhea, Rhea is inducted into the Hall of Fame and Trinity has the twins early. (Sac Ch 3)

As the story progresses, I will post another updated timeline.

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I'm Home

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Wordcount 2k

Loki has been acting suspicious and it wasn't just today but its been like this for a few years now no one really thought anything of it until today, today was the day they figured this out

For the longest time loki had been acting far from the normal it started and all the avengers noticed but never really bothered to think more of it. It started a few years ago after a mission he had disappeared after the battle and appeared just as if he had no be gone for hours now and ever since that day it had kept on happening.

If he was ever needed in the tower he wouldn't go running off since he knows his needed but he would constantly look at his phone if a message ever popped up. Which surprised everyone since when did he get a phone. But thor the never suspecting and trusting brother he is thought loki was finally acclimating to his new life on midgard but not everyone was convinced.

Loki when not needed in the tower would disappear for days and would magically appear back if he was needed on a mission which was great but it was still a mystery where he went until today.

On this day particularly tony had an idea that he decided he'd enact today.

Tony walking to the living room where everyone else was relaxing

Tony: today is the day

He shouted, everyone not looking surprised by this but looking at him curious

Natasha: and what is today gonna be

Clint: oh id love to hear this

Tony: as you all know loki go for days on end without coming back to the tower unless needed and we all turned a blind eye until today

He paused for dramatic effect

Tony: UNTIL TODAY MY FELLOW TEAM

Steve: why are you talking like that

Tony: come on let me have my fun we're finally gonna know where reindeer games goes during his off time haven't you all ever been a little bit curious where he goes off to.

Thor: i do wonder where my dear brother goes

Bruce: even if we wanted to know how are you gonna do it

Tony gives a shit eating grin like evil master mind

Tony: im glad you asked my friends, i have created a tracking device, everhard to plant on your brother by the way thor but very hard to detect by any type of magic or technology ( pretend like i know what im talking about and this devices is possible please hahaha )

Everyone look at him shocked

Steve: there is no way you made something like that and stuck it on loki nonetheless

Tony: but ho ho my friend i did

As he says that he pulls out his phone with loki's location

Tony: so who wants to go on a field trip

Reader POV

You were in you house with your daughter Asta cooking, she wanted to help you make apple pie so you decided you'd let her help since watching her do so was so adorable.

Y/N: okay sweetie lemme show you how to do it and i'll let you do it next okay

Asta: okay mummy

You showed her how to carefully cut the apples using her own little knife

Y/N: are you okay to dry it you self now

With confidence she nodded her head and started to cut the apples, while you were do that you decided to roll out the pie do to make the pie crust once done you decide to see how your daughter was doing and with a proud smile you saw she had cut all the apples perfectly

Y/N: you did heart sweetie now what were gonna do is grab a bowl and put them in her okay

You go to grab a bowl and put it in front of her to put the apples in

Y/N: now we add cinnamon and brown sugar can you put that in for me

Asta: Yes i can

So she does so with great enthusiasm and without having to be told she started to mix everything together

Y/N: look at you already getting ahead of mummy

Asta started to giggle feel so proud of herself

Asta: now what do we do mummy

You grab the already made pie crust and put it in front of asta

Y/N: now we put the mixed and and we’ll baking it in the oven

Asta then started pouring everything into the pie, but just as she was finished she look at the apple pie and thought something was missing

Asta: mummy doesn't the pie need a top

Just as she said that you realise you forgot that and were about to put it in with out one

Y/N: your absolutely right baby thank you for reminding mummy

Asta proud of helping her mum remember an important step puffs out her chest

Asta: your welcome mummy

You then help asta of the bench so she can watch you put the oven and once in she stare as the pie she help made wanting to watch the pie baking

Y/N: sweetie is gonna be awhile till the pie bakes why do we set up the table for dinner and wait for daddy

Hearing that her dad would be coming home tonight she runs to the cupboard to grab the plates and put them on the table then coming back and opening the drawer to grab the cutlery

Just as she was finishing up making the table the doorbell rings, and hearing it makes you smile he was home again

Asta: daddy home

She sprints to the door and flings it open and on que loki was already squatting down ready to receive his daughters embrace

Loki: Hello my little witchlit im home , how are you?, ive missed you so much

He then starters to smother her cute cheeks in kisses causing asta to giggle uncontrolby

Asta: daddy stop that tickles

He then stops for a moment then gives her one finally big long kiss on the cheek and puts her down, as this was all happening you were looking at them with so much love from the dining room

Once loki puts asta down he makes his way to you, cupping your face with both his hands

Loki: how have you been my love

Y/N: im been okay my love ive just missed you so much

Tiptoes to meet his height you give him a long awaited kiss

Astra:can i give daddy a kiss too

You break the kiss and go to pick up your little girl

Y/N; of course you can sweetie

Once carrying her you face her towards loki and she leans in and kissed loki on the cheek

Asta: we really missed you daddy

Loki: and i have missed you both

Y/N: you must be tired why dont we all sit down for dinner, i made apple pie for deseret

Lokis eyes light up in delight

Loki: my favourtie darling you really didnt have to

Y/N: it was no effort at all since i had help

Loki looked at your surprised making he way to the dining table and taking a seat

Loki: and who he-

Before he could finish his sentence asta told him who

Asta: i did daddy

Loki: you did?. Well now i know it will taste eve better

Small time skip

As you were enjoying dessert and catching up with loki thers is knock at the door, who could that be as yuo were about to get up loki stops you

Loki: i got it my love you sit and eat

Y/N; thank you my love

Loki Pov

Who could this be at this hour, i open the door im an greeted with a surprise it was the whole of the avengers infront of my door step

Loki: what are you all doing her

Tony: what are you doing here?

Natasha: do you live here?

Steve: how long have you been living her?

As they were asking all these question i can hear Y/N getting up from her seating and making her way to the door

Y/N: whos at the door my love

I gave out a long sigh even though Y/N has known that i was part of the avengers i didnt want them to find out about her and luckily she was understanding of my reasoning of wanting to protect our family but also keep them away from these annoying bunch

She had shown interest and meeting them and i promised her i would but this was too soon and unplanned

Y/N: ohh

She said in a surprised tone

Loki: seems like we have some surprise visitors

Everyone look at Y/N with surprise and shock, everyone was silet for a moment but in tony fashion he decided to be the one to ask

Tony: who that

He point at Y/N, i gesture for Y/N to answer her self since i knew she wanted to do it herself, seeing her smile proudly she answers

Y/N: Im his wife

Everyone eyes go wide in shock

Everyone: you married

Reader POV

You laughed at all their surprised face you always wanted to know what theyed all look like once they found out and it was just as good as you thought it would

Y/N: Yes we are

And on que you both show your rings

Clint decided to speak

Clint: i've never seen you wear that ring before

Loki chuckled and showed them that he put a glamour on the ring to make it look like he wasn't wearing one since he never wanted to take it off. You had told him you could for work but he wanted to it was the symbol of your love until your daughter was born and she become the greatest symbol of your love and as if on que she decided to pop her head to see what was taking us so long

She was shy either, walking up to the door and seeing her favourte super heros

Astra: Oh my gosh mummy, daddy it’s the avengers

Everyones eyes widen in shock again

Everyone: daddy

Thor: your married and have a daughter brother why didn’t you tell us

Loki then gave them a guilty look knowing this was gonna be a long talk you decided to suher everyone in and to take a seat in the living room. As they were all talking you decided to put your daughter to sleep which was very hard since her heroes were all doesn stairs but you were stern and made sure she slept

Once asleep you walk back downstairs to see everyone still talking

Clint: i know you did this to protect them but we would have kept them safe too

Thor; indeed brother we would have

Loki gave out a long sigh and you'd decided to walk to his taking his hand in yours fo support

Loki : I know you would but we just wanted to to be just us for a while before they were exposed to this kind of life you know plus i know clint is in the same situation but they live somewhere farther but i just couldn't live that far from them. I know i have magic but if there were anything to happen to it i wanna be close just in case

You decided to add in youe piece next

Y/N: he was just trying to protect us please dont be too cross with him

Everyone look at one another and decided that it was not something worth being mad at

Steve: your right. If i was in your shoes loki i would do the same

Loki looked up at everyone happy that no one was disappointed ta him he was worried that he had lost their trust but knowing that it was for a good cause they understood

Tony: so now that out of the way lets get to the good stuff… how did you two even meet

You smiled at the memory of meeting loki it was as if fated intended it to happen

Y/N: why dont we tell you over some apple pie we have some left over from dinner

#loki #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #secret relationship #married life #married couple #marvel #the avengers #fluff #romance

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arlana-likes-to-write · 2 years ago

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So english is not my first language but i really like your stories

I was thinking for big Sister!reader

Some Girl (and i Will love If it's Carol) flirt and ask reader out on a date

Then Nat and Yelena be jealous

sorry if there's something wrong, my writing in english is not the best

This is so funny you sent this ask right before I was about to post this story because I had it written that our lovely reader was going to end up with Carol. This doesn't have the jealousy part you are looking for but I wanted Yelena and Nat to be protective and being annoying younger sisters first. I'm down to write more with Carol and the reader! Just let me know!

Patient

Warning: none, just gay panic lol

Word Count: 3.5k

“I’m sorry, sestra, but we can’t help you,” Natasha said, spreading peanut butter on the bread. She cut the sandwich in half and placed the plate in front of you. You didn’t ask your sisters for help freeing Widows because they had their own Avenger duties. But a higher level Widow was found in New York City and after what happened when you dealt with the last Widow no one wanted you to deal with those types of Widows by yourself. “Fury just assigned us to a mission in South America with Wanda and Vision.”

“Why don’t you ask someone else on the team to help?’ Yelena asked, biting into her sandwich. You sighed. You didn’t want to get the others involved in the mess the Red Room created. Besides you weren’t an Avenger so you felt bad for asking for help.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. “I’ll figure something out.” You could ask Soyna to help but the risk was far too great.

“Thank you for meeting with me.” You turned around to see Steve and a woman you didn’t recognize. She had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. She was wearing a green bomber jacket and black jeans. She was a former military, that much you knew.

“Anytime Captain,” she shook Steve’s hand. She looked in your direction and caught you staring. She winked. You felt your face heat up and turned around. Yelena giggled next to you, you slapped her leg.

“Hey Carol,” Natasha said. You heard footsteps coming up behind you. Carol walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up an apple. “How long are you on Earth for?” You weren’t sure what she meant by that but you kept your mouth shut.

“A few days. Maybe longer. I don’t have any pressing matters to deal with.” She took a bite of the apple. “Who is this?”

“This is our sister,” Yelena introduced. You told her your name and held out your hand.

“Carol Danvers,” she said, shaking your hand. Her hand was smooth and her handshake was firm. “This is the famous sister you’ve told us so much about.” You looked at your sisters.

“Did you tell everyone about me?” You asked. You thought it was cute but it was annoying when you entered a room and everyone knew who you were but you were lost on who was in the room.

“I would if I had a sister that did what you did. It’s incredibly admirable.” You felt your face heat up at the compliment.

“Uh thank you.” Carol smiled.

“I’ll see you around.” She left and headed towards the training area. Natasha and Yelena laughed.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, angrily taking a bit out of your sandwich.

“Your face was as red as that apple she was eating.” Yelena giggled. You sighed, standing up and putting your dirty plate in the dishwasher.

“Sestra, we are just messing with you,” Natasha said.

“I know,” you said, running a hand through your hair. “I have to go figure out this Widow situation. I’ll see you guys at dinner.”

It was late. You managed to not make a foul out of yourself at dinner and you wanted to go to bed but you needed to figure out your plan. Aline Belyaev was the Widow currently in the city. Her current job was working for the Red Lotus. It was going to be messy, and dangerous. You sighed, taking a sip of your beer. “Hey stranger,” you heard Carol’s voice as she opened the door. You were working outside, enjoying the night weather. She sat down next to you with our beer. “What’s got you up so late?”

“I feel like I could ask you the same question.” She smiled.

“It’s hard for me to sleep at normal times when I’m on Earth.” She said. You nodded. You did your research on her. Carol Danvers was a former air force pilot born in 1965. She was a Kree and her powers came from being exposed to the Tesseract. She was impressive. “So, what’s your reasoning?” You sighed.

“I have a Widow still under Dreykov’s control in New York. She's at a higher level so I asked Natasha and Yelena for help.” Carol nodded.

“Right. Natasha was telling me about this.” You suppressed a groan. Of course, she would mention it to her. You were gonna kill your sister. “Do you need help?” She asked. You looked at her.

“Do you want to help me?” You questioned.

“Yeah, I don’t have anything going on and it seems like fun.” You weren’t sure if fun was the way you would describe it.

“It could be dangerous.” You said. She smirked. You hated the way your heart skipped.

“I like danger.”

New York City

You were right. Alina was a very good fighter. You were chasing her through a shipping yard. “We need to get in front of her.” You said to Carol. She nodded.

“Leave it to me.”

“Don’t hurt her.” You didn’t miss the smirk on her face as she flew into the air. You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help but smile. You had to admit it was nice having someone with you that you weren’t constantly worried about.

“She’s headed to a small boat,” Carol said through your earpiece. “She’s taking the next right.” You turned right early to cut her off.

“We need to stop her before she gets on that boat.”

“On it.” You heard the grunts as Carol started to fight Alina. You came up behind them as Alina turned around to run.

“Hi,” you waved. Alina took out a baton and it charged with electricity. You made a mental note to have Tony make one. She charged at you. You dogged it but the sound of electricity caused a shiver to go down your spine. You kicked Alina on her chest. She stumbled backward and Carol grabbed the baton and brought it to Alina’s neck. The Widow struggled against her.

“Expose her anytime,” Carol said. You took the vial out of your pocket and broke it in front of Alina’s face. Her pupils glowed red and she stopped struggling. Carol let her go and stepped away from her. You told her that exposing Widows to the Red Dust can be overwhelming to them. Alina’s eyes darted around.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, holding out your hands. “You're safe. The Red Room is gone. Dreykov is dead.” She looked at her. Her face dropped as the rush of memories washed over her. You couldn’t imagine what these girls went through.

“I didn’t have a choice,” she said. “He made me do it.” You nodded.

“I know. I know.” You caught the Widow in your arms as she cried against you. You held her tight and looked at Carol. She smiled at you.

“Do you want to get some drinks?” Carol asked. You brought Alina to the safe house you had set up in the city for Widows you’ve saved. It had all the supplies they needed to get back on their feet and Melina would reach out to them. You and Carol were headed back to the apartment when Carol asked.

“Sure,” you said. “We should probably change.” You weren’t sure if walking into a bar in a tactical suit was a good idea. Carol laughed.

“You are probably right.” So, you were staring at the clothes you had with you. You didn’t bring many options with you not expecting to go out. You sighed, half tempted to text your sisters for help but you did not need them laughing at you. You changed into a pair of jeans and a black top. You braided your hair as Carol knocked on your door. You opened it and thanked all your years of training to keep your jaw from dropping. She was wearing black jeans, a white shirt, and a leather jacket over her shoulder.

“You look good,” she said. You tried to hide your blush but you knew you failed by Carol’s smile.

“So do you. Ready?” She held out her hand and took it.

Carol insisted on getting the first round as you found a place to sit. You decided on a high-top table in the corner. Your back was to the wall and you could watch the door. Even at a bar, it was hard to turn that part of your brain off. The bar was a little busy on Thursday. There were two pool tables, a dart board, and a jukebox. Carol came back with two beers. “Can you even get drunk?” You asked, taking a sip.

“I’ve had some Asgardian ale before and that has kicked my ass.” You laughed. “How about you? Is your blood made out of vodka or something?”

“Was that a really bad Russian joke?” She nodded, hiding your smile behind her drink.

“I’ll have you know that yes I can get drunk like you it takes a lot.”

This was nice. You’ve never done something like this before. You’ve never had someone that you considered a friend to go to a bar with. But then you’ve spent the majority of your adult life controlled by a man. You took turns getting to know one another. Carol told you how she met Nick Fury and you told her how you took down the Red Room with Yelena and Natasha. You kept some stuff to yourself, not ready to share some parts of yourself. “Do you want to play pool?” She asked. You looked at the table.

“I’ve never played before.” You told her. You’ve been around the table but a mission never required you to play. She finished her drink and held out her hand.

“I’ll teach you. Something tells me you’ll be good at it.” You didn’t expect to have to be so close to Carol to learn how to play pool. The rules were simple enough but the hardest part was to aim with Carol so close to you. You leaned against the pool table as Carol stood next to you. “Your aim looks good. So does your stance. Let it go.” You hit the cue ball, and it bounced against the solid color and ended up in the hole. You looked at Carol. “See I told you.”

After a few more games, Carol beat you by one game but you won against her when you switched to darts, you headed back to the apartment. You were leaving early in the morning to head back to the compound. You weren’t drunk but the beers you drank made you feel warm. “That was fun,” you said. “I’ve done anything like that before.”

“Well,” she said. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”

Unfortunately, Carol had to return to space and you went back to St. Petersburg to help Melina create more of the Red Dust and rehabilitate some of the Widows you’ve freed. You’ve kept in touch with everyone; facetime with your sisters, text messages with Wanda, and watched a baseball game with Sam over video chat. But the one person you couldn’t talk to was Carol. It was a weird feeling you’ve never experienced before; missing someone that wasn’t family, someone you considered a friend. After a month of being away, you were back at the compound in the training room. You punched the sandbag in front of you. Right hook, left hook, right hook again. “Hey, stranger.” You spun around to see Carol. You smiled at her.

“I feel like I should be calling you that.” She smiled, rolling her eyes as she closed the distance between you two. “How was space?” Her smile faltered.

“Tiring.” She said. You touched her arm, trying to comfort her in some way.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She looked down at your hand on her arm. “Sorry.” You pulled your arm back and blushed.

“I rather punch something than talk.” You smirked.

“I’ve been told I’m a decent fighter.” Carol chuckled.

“I would expect nothing less.”

You stopped out of your bathroom when a knock echoed in your room. You threw the towel on the floor and opened your door. “Hey sis,” Yelena was standing in front of you. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you want to join me and Wanda for a movie night.” You did enjoy movie nights with them because they introduced you to pop culture that you’ve missed. But you had plans.

“I can’t tonight,” you told her. “Carol asked to hang out and catch up.” Yelena blinked at you. Then her smile grew. “What?” You asked slowly.

“You have a date.” Your eyes widened and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“It’s not a date. We are friends who haven’t seen each other in a while. That’s it.” Her smile grew.

“Sounds like a date. Besides the way you look at each other, I wouldn’t classify you as ‘friends’ and rumor has it she was asking about you when she reported to Steve.” Your heart began to pound. The organ was beating against your ribs. “So what happened in the city?” She asked.

“N-nothing,” you stuttered. She didn’t look like she believed you. “I swear! Nothing happened.” You said. Yelena hummed.

“Well, I’ll let you get ready for your date.” She left you stunned as she closed the door. You stumbled back on your bed and stared at the ground. Did you look at Carol differently? You didn’t think you did. As a Widow you were trained in the art of seduction, your body was your greatest weapon. Carol was just a friend, right? Right? You moved your hands up and down your face and fell onto your back. Were you giving off signals without thinking about it because of your training?

“Breath,” you mumbled. “Breath.” If you put yourself into a panic attack it would help no one. You sighed. What if it was a date? You’ve never gone on a real date. Anytime you went out with a man or woman it was orchestrated by the Red Room. But now you are free. Your emotions and feelings were your own. But you didn’t know what you were feeling. “Stop!” You yelled into the quietness of your room.

“Are you alright, Miss. Y/n?” The AI asked. “Your heart rate is erratic. Do I need to notify someone?” You shook your head.

“No, I’m okay,” you sighed. “Thank you, FRIDAY.” You laid back down with your eyes closed. It was going to be okay. You kept telling yourself that and it had to be true.

Yelena ran to find Natasha. The AI said she was in a meeting with Wanda and Sam for an upcoming mission. She knocked on the door and entered without waiting for an answer. Natasha looked up with an annoyed expression on her face. “We are in a meeting,” Yelena smiled, walking over to her with her hands behind her back.

“I’m aware but I do need to burrow you.”

“Can it wait?” She asked. Yelena shook her head. Natasha sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Sam smiled.

“Go, we are almost done here anyways.” He said. Yelena always liked Sam. Natasha stood up before she could organize the files Yelena grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the room.

“Yelena!” Her sister yelled. She heard Sam and Wanda laugh as she dragged Natasha to a more private area. “What the hell is going on?” Natasha asked as soon as Yelena stopped.

“Carol asked Y/n to hang out tonight.”

“Like on a date?” Natasha questioned. The younger Black Widow shrugged.

“She didn’t say it was a date but we know it could be a date and she could be a little oblivious to it like you were with Maria.” She loved her sister but it was painful watching her dance around her feelings. Natasha glared at her. “But we know how Carol is and I don’t want her to get hurt.” Natasha sighed. Carol was a textbook definition of a playboy.

“Let’s go talk to her.”

They found Carol outside reading over a case file. She glanced over the file as they walked over to her. “As much as I love seeing the famous Widow Duo I have a feeling this conversation isn’t a friendly one.” She said, closing the file and placing it on the table. Natasha crossed her arms.

“What are your intentions with our sister?” She asked. “And be honest with me, Carol. We’ve been through enough together to have that level of trust.” Yelena was tasked with watching her more than doing the talking. It’s amazing what the body could say when your words said something else. Carol sat up straighter at the mention of you.

“My intentions with your sister.” She said, slowly. Natasha nodded. “We are friends.” She looked down and away. She was nervous. Interesting.

“Look,” Natasha sat down in the empty chair. “If you are looking for a quick fuck go find someone else.” She was startled by the accusation.

“It’s not like that.” She defended herself.

“Then enlighten me.” Carol sighed.

“Your sister isn’t like anyone I’ve met before and I’ve traveled the cosmos.” She was being honest. “So, I would like to get to know her better and be her friend first. Then if something evolves from that go from there. I’m not looking for a quick fuck, I promise.” Yelena believed her.

“You're right,” Yelena said. “Our sister isn’t like anyone you’ve met which makes her very special.”

“But she’s not like us, Carol,” she pointed to herself and Yelena. “She gave herself to the devil for us to have a normal life which means she’s only been free for less than a year.” Carol nodded.

“I understand.”

“Just be patient with her,” Natasha added. “And if we find out that you hurt her in any capacity we will kill you.”

“Kree or not we will end you.” Yelena threatened. Carol laughed, shaking her head.

“If I hurt her, I will gladly accept anything you throw at me.”

A knock on your door startled you out of your thoughts. You took a steady breath and opened the door. Carol was standing in front of you, wearing jeans and a red flannel. But her smile was what took your breath away. Shit. You had to pull it together. “Hi.” She said.

“Hello.”

“Are you ready?” She asked. You nodded and followed her to where she was taking you in silence. She seemed lost in thought, something was laying heavily on her mind. She opened the door to a closed-off porch that had a small table that was set up in front of a couch with a collar of beer and food. This felt like a date. “Is this okay?” She asked, suddenly feeling unsure of herself.

“It’s great.” You said, sitting down. Before she joined you, she made a small fire in the fireplace and sat down. Conversation flowed easily between you two as you ate and drank. She told you about her time in space and you talked about living in St. Petersburg. Soon the conversation died down but the silence wasn’t awkward. Carol was playing with a bottle cap between her fingers. She looked at you.

“Are you okay?” You both asked at the same time. You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand. Carol smiled.

“I’m okay,” you told her. “But are you? You seem a little distant.” Was it you? You’ve been conscious of how you’ve been acting to not lead her on. Carol sighed.

“Your sisters came and gave me shovel talk.” You groaned. It was pay back for the shovel you gave Maria. But if she got a shovel talk…

“Is this a date?” You asked.

“Do you want it to be a date?” She questioned. You weren’t expecting that question.

“Uh. I don’t know.” You answered honestly. “I’ve never done this before.” You sighed. “My entire life has been controlled. For once, I’m a little out of my element.” Carol smiled, taking your hand in hers.

“We can be friends,” Carol said. “I told your sisters that I find you incredibly fascinating. There isn’t anyone else like you in the entire galaxy.” You blushed at her compliment. “I want to get to know you better and we’ll see where it goes. Is that okay?” You nodded.

“Yeah, sounds good.” She let go of your hand. To your surprise, you missed the feeling of her hand.

“So, what’s your favorite color?” She asked. You looked at her, stunned by the question.

“My favorite color?” You asked. She nodded. Did you have a favorite color? You weren’t sure. You were never asked that question before. “I don’t know,” you told her. “I’ve never thought about it before.” You were focused on surviving and making sure your sisters were safe. You didn’t have time to busy your mind with questions like that. “I don’t know much about me as a person. I’ve always been a weapon for someone to use.” You didn’t realize how sad that sounded until you said it out loud. Who were you outside the person the Red Room made? Who was the real you? Carol smiled.

“I’ll be there to help you find out if you like.” It was your choice. Something so simple, she gave you a choice.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’d like that a lot.

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