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Chapter 13 [Draft]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

CW:

Inspired by @circeyoru ‘s “Future Power Couple”

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The day you met her was vivid in your memory, even after all these years.

It was two years after you had set foot in Seoul, still trying to adjust to life after practically being a recluse for five or so years. Though you’d like to think that you were already pretty well-settled into your rhythm.

Your flower shop had grown from a modest corner tucked away into a beloved staple for locals—a sanctuary of blooming life amidst the bustling city. Most days brought a steady flow of regulars, some looking for gifts, others seeking solace among the vibrant petals.

On a quiet weekday afternoon, just as you were finishing a delicate arrangement of daffodils, the bell above the shop’s entrance chimed.

The sound was nothing out of the ordinary, but something about the presence that entered your shop that day was different.

Your eyes flickered up to find a teenage girl hesitantly stepping inside as if she were intruding. She was probably around eighteen years old, her figure lean, dressed in a worn red tracksuit, a black mask covering half of her face, and a baseball pulled low over her brow. She appeared more like someone ready for a jog than a customer browsing for flowers.

Despite her attempt to blend in, there was something distinctly youthful about her—a sense of innocence and naiveté that stood out, an air of unpolished grace—something that drew your attention even before you saw her fully.

You observed her quietly from behind a high rack of ferns and succulents as she lingered near the doorway, her gaze sweeping over the cascading vines and rows of colorful blooms before wandering tentatively through the butterfly-filled aisles.

Blond hair tied in a ponytail sway as she moved. Her beauty was fresh and striking, though something else was itching at the back of your mind—her bright grey eyes seemed to glow with a subdued curiosity as they darted around the shop.

Every few steps, she paused to smell the fragrant blooms, a small smile tugging at her lips as if savoring a rare moment of peace. You had seen countless customers react similarly, but there was something about her that stirred a faint sense of recognition in you.

It wasn’t until she pulled down her mask to take a deeper breath, her eyes widened with an unmistakable expression of relief, that you realized who she was.

Cha Hae-In.

Or at least, a younger, less hardened version of the woman introduced as a rising star from the beginning of the story.

The Hae-In you knew from Solo Leveling was a force to be reckoned with, an S-Rank Hunter who would one day capture the heart of the world’s strongest man. But this girl in your shop, dressed in a red tracksuit with her face half-hidden, was just that—a girl. She hadn’t yet become the indomitable swordswoman who would one day stand by Jinwoo’s side.

You stepped out from behind your plants, offering her a soft greeting. “Welcome to Perennial Atelier. Can I help you find something today?”

She turned at the sound of your voice, her gaze locking onto you with an expression that shifted quickly from polite interest to something more… surprised. Almost shocked.

She stared at you for a moment, before her expression softened, though her mouth opened, then closed, before she finally murmured, a hint of confusion in her tone, “You... you don’t have a smell.”

“Pardon?” You asked, though the recognition was already dawning on you.

Realizing what she had just said, her face turned beet red. “I-I’m sorry!” She began to stutter, hands flitting frantically as if to physically pull back her words. “I didn’t mean to—that came out wrong! I just...” She paused, taking a deep breath, trying to collect herself. “I mean, um, it’s just that… I usually pick up on, uh, people's scents, but you… don’t have one at all.”

You listened quietly as she tried to explain herself, her words coming out too quickly, too jumbled. But you understood.

You remained calm, though inwardly, her words set off alarms. This must have been related to her heightened sense of smell. Her olfactory sensitivity, a trait that allowed her to smell mana, able to distinguish every hunter’s strength and presence by scent alone, where most she found foul. It was also what first drew her to Jinwoo, the first person she found bearable because his scent was different, almost pleasant to her.

But with you… she said there was no scent at all.

Though before you could dwell too long on the mystery, something cliché happened.

One of your many children, a silver one you named ‘Trick’, decided to pop into existence right in front of Hae-In’s face, nose-to-nose.

The poor girl let out a small yelp, stumbling backward, her shoulder colliding with a steel shelf.

The shelf creaked, and a potted plant teetered dangerously near the top. Her hands flew up as the potted plant began to tumble toward her.

Reflexes kicked in. You summoned your scepter in its sleekest form, and lunged forward, all the while positioning yourself between Hae-In and the falling plant, just in case. The thin blade slashed through the air, and the ceramic shattered harmlessly to the ground, split neatly in two.

Fortunately for you, the soil didn’t make too much of a mess. The unlucky plant also still hummed, faintly, its life thrumming just below your skin.

Hae-In blinked up at you in stunned silence as you held out a hand. You were close enough to see the slight tremble in her eyes.

“Are you alright, Miss?” You asked, concern coloring your tone, keeping her eyes on you as you discreetly wave off your weapon.

Professionalism came first. Wouldn’t want to scare off your costumers, right? Even if this customer would one day become an admirable warrior.

Her face flushed an even deeper shade of red, whether from embarrassment or awe, you couldn’t quite tell. “Y-Yes! Thank you…”

“Sorry for you causing trouble!”

Hae-in, mortified, had insisted on paying for the broken pot and plant, voice filled with earnestness, apologizing profusely. You held her hands in yours before she could gather the scattered broken pieces.

"Oh, not at all. In fact, it was my fault. This shelf has been unstable for a while now.” You said lightly as you waved her offer of compensation off. “Think of it as a good reminder for me to get new shelves. I appreciate your help with that.”

The encounter left a spark. Cha Hae-In became a regular visitor after that, dropping by the shop almost daily, each time with the same blend of subdued curiosity, excitement, and shyness.

Most of the times, she would linger, chatting awkwardly at first, then more comfortably as the days passed. There was sincerity, a softness to her that was endearing, and you found yourself subconsciously looking forward to her visits.

It became clear that this place, and perhaps your company, offered her a rare reprieve. You didn’t miss the way her eyes softened each time she entered, relieved by the lack of foul scents around her. Her unique ability, you could only imagine how difficult it must be for her to make friends, to connect with others in general—yet here, in your shop, she found solace.

Befriending her now felt like stepping into a space that wasn’t meant for you. But when she looked at you with that earnest gaze, so full of hope and longing, you couldn’t turn her away.

Despite the risks of forming such a bond with someone who would eventually be tied so closely to Jinwoo, that loneliness of hers was one that echoed your own. An outsider in this world, a stranger playing a role—

Cha Hae-In was the first person to breach that solitude.

At first, she seemed to come up with excuses to drop by, asking for small bouquets or browsing the potted herbs, likely out of guilt for taking up your time. But eventually, you took the initiative, gently letting her know that she was welcome to visit anytime, with or without making a purchase.

The shyly joyful smile she gave you was enough to melt the remaining reservations you had.

And apparently, she was too adorable for you at this stage that it triggered your cute aggression. That was how you found your hands cupping her face, squeezing and pinching her cheeks, her hands flailing about in the air, more flustered than ever since that day she first met you.

Thus, a routine was born.

Each day, like clockwork, she would step into your shop after school or on her days off just to chat, filling the air with her eager energy. She was still clumsy with her words sometimes, but the honesty that was rare to find never left, and her shoulders less tense. At times, you would invite her to your afternoon tea, talking about everything and nothing, while at other times, she would help you tend to the plants. You guided her hands when she fumbled with the watering can or pruning shears, her eyes lighting up whenever she managed to do something right.

It was infectious. Her joy a balm to the quiet ache you carried.

The shop, usually filled with the soft flutter of your butterflies and the gentle rustle of leaves, became livelier with her presence. Trick seemed to take a particular shine to her, often tickling Hae-In with her wings by being the nearest to the teenager’s face. Hae-in would sometimes sit on the stone-covered ground, playing with Trick and your other children, their delicate feet settling on her form. Hae-In’s laugh became a sound you grew fond of.

Even though you chided her every time she sat on the stone floor without a matt, dirtying her clothes with dirt and the occasional wild grass in the process, she would look up at you with that pleading expression, and you relented every time.

Hae-In would then turn to grin at Trick, and despite her not understanding exactly what that child of yours was saying, Hae-in seemed able to piece bit by bit what the mischief-butterfly was conveying by observing the flutter of wings and flight patterns.

At this point, you honestly don’t know if it was a blessing or a curse.

One day, as you were pruning a row of gladiolus, out of the blue, she asked you, “(Name), you’re a Hunter, right?”

You paused, uncertain where the question would lead, but nodded nonetheless. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, and before you could even process it, she had both of your hands clasped in hers.

“Please, teach me how to fight!” she blurted out, her face inches from yours, filled with a hopeful determination that was impossible to ignore.

You almost wanted to laugh, though you were touched by her eagerness, you masked your hesitation pretty well if you said so yourself.

This was Cha Hae-In, Jinwoo’s future partner. Training her, influencing her growth, could have unintended consequences. In the original story, Cha Hae-In had trained under someone else. But looking into her earnest eyes, so filled with the desire to become stronger, to help people, you couldn’t bring yourself to refuse. In the end, you agreed, though with a caveat.

“I can teach you the basics,” you said, “Let’s see what suits you first.”

And so, you became her mentor—or well, her half-time mentor. She was a diligent student, showing up on time for every session and practicing tirelessly even after you were done for the day. In the weeks that followed, her natural aptitude for swordsmanship came to light, just as you predicted.

“Here. If you truly want to master swordsmanship, there’s a dojo run by a skilled kumdo teacher —a swordsman named Song Chi-Yul. I’ve only heard good things about him.” After all, you were first and foremost a healer slash mage, but there was no need for Hae-In to know that. Sure, you became a jack of all trades to survive the trial stage, but that came second to your specialty: long-range and control over magic. A mainly supportive role.

If Hae-In wanted to augment her strikes with mana however, you would gladly be her magic teacher, which you did after a while of her refining her sword skills under Song Chi-Yul’s tutelage.

The fierce resolve in her eyes reminded you a lot of a certain protagonist.

Years passed, and by the time Cha Hae-In turned 22, she officially became Korea’s 9th S-Rank Hunter. You couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride, both as her magic mentor and her closest friend. She had grown into the formidable warrior she was meant to be, and though you knew she would have reached this point even without your help, it was still gratifying to see her bloom.

Even with her newfound fame and responsibilities, Hae-In still made time to visit your shop, albeit less frequently. Her smile, as always, never fail to brighten your day every time she came by.

Now, standing in your shop once again, she looked every bit the strong, confident young woman she had become. Perhaps today was one of those rare days off she had.

“How have you been, Hae-In?” you asked, a warm smile gracing your lips as Trick fluttered excitedly around her.

“I’m good!” she replied, practically bouncing on her toes. “I just had to come by and see you. It’s been too long!” The tickling sensation on her cheeks made her giggle, “And I miss you too, Little Guy!” You watched, amused, as Hae-In reached out to stroke Trick’s wings after that child fluttered down to land on her shoulder

You listened with a fond smile as she chattered on about the recent missions she went on and all the little things that had happened since she last visited, sparing no detail.

Despite the changes and the years that had passed, some things, it seemed, would always stay the same.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting your shop in a warm, golden glow—

As your shop gradually closed for the day, the two of you lingered in the dimming light, the soft scent of flowers hanging in the air—

You suppressed the small pang in your heart.

Soon, Jinwoo’s path would cross with hers.

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The ice cream parlor was cozy: pastel-colored walls, little round tables with cushioned chairs, and the sweet, irresistible aroma of freshly made waffle cones lingering in the air, tucked away on a quiet street, a haven from the chaos of Seoul. It had become your go-to spot whenever you and Hae-In found a spare moment to relax, away from your respective worlds—hers filled with the rigorous training and responsibilities of a rising Hunter, and yours with the quiet rhythms of tending to your flower shop. The soft hum of conversation, the gentle clinking of spoons against glass cups, and the faint scent of vanilla that filled the air made it a perfect place to unwind.

Today, the two of you sat by the window, where the afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass, casting warm golden hues across the table. A small cup of vanilla ice cream sat half-melted in front of you, while Hae-In opted for her usual, a decadent swirl of dark chocolate and mint. The gentle glow illuminated her flushed cheeks as she stirred her ice cream absentmindedly, lost in thought.

You had barely taken a bite of your dessert when she suddenly broke the silence. "I met an interesting person today," she said, her voice almost thoughtful, as if she was still mulling over the encounter. It was an unusual tone for her—Hae-In was usually direct and straightforward, never one to mince her words.

And she rarely described people as "interesting"; most of the time, she kept her interactions simple. Whoever she was about to talk about had made quite an impression on her for sure.

“Oh? Do tell,” You tilted your head, curiosity piqued. “Who was it this time? Another persistent admirer?” you teased lightly.

Hae-In shook her head, a small, exasperated smile playing on her lips. “No, nothing like that. It was a Hunter working with the mining team,” she began, taking a delicate spoonful of her ice cream. “He... didn’t smell bad.”

So she’s already met Jinwoo. The pieces were falling into place.

The thought sent a strange pang through your chest, though you couldn't quite pinpoint why. Was it relief that the story you knew was unfolding as it should?

Ah right, it was natural, this familiar pang in your chest. You felt this before, and you were not alone in doing so. Like a fan knowing that they couldn’t touch their idols. A reader that couldn’t cross the boundaries between their beloved characters through the pages. Your circumstances might be an exception, but it will be too reckless to charge in blindly. There was a reason why there was a line between fantasy and reality. Too many unknown consequences to really breach these boundaries were put exactly to ensure that it stayed.

You pushed the thought away and focused on her words.

“At first,” she continued, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she were reliving the moment, “I thought it was just because he was an E-Rank.” She stilled, “I didn’t mean that in a bad way! You know, umm… their mana is usually too little to produce that overwhelming foul scent.”

“There’s something about him, though,” Hae-In added, leaning back in her chair. She stared down at her cup, stirring the ice cream slowly as if lost in her thoughts. “I had this nagging feeling that there was more to him than he let on.”

“More to him, how?”

“When I first saw him, I could have sworn he was holding weapons— Not something subtle either. Swords, or are they daggers? Like, right there in his hands.” She paused, frowning. “But as I got closer to talk to him, there was… nothing.”

You had to hold back a smile. Did Jinwoo almost get carried away again? The scenario matched perfectly with some of the incidents you’d read in the manhwa, where he’d nearly given himself away. It seemed some solitary habits were really hard for him to shake.

A small smile tugged at your lips. If you looked at it in another way, even now, it seemed like fate was nudging Jinwoo and Hae-In closer together.

"And his scent..." she added softly, almost as if she were confessing something. “It’s... bearable, almost... pleasant.”

“Oh my!” you said, placing a hand dramatically over your heart. “Did you fall in love at first sight?” You couldn’t resist the urge to tease her, letting out an exaggerated sniff as if you were on the verge of tears. “Our little Hae-In, all grown up and already falling for some mysterious Hunter.”

Hae-In’s reaction was immediate and priceless. Her eyes went wide, and a blush crept up her neck, flooding her cheeks and even the tips of her ears with color. “Hey! You’re only three years older than me!” she huffed, her voice rising an octave higher than usual. She leaned forward, jabbing her spoon in your direction as if she might swat you with it.

You leaned back with a laugh, dodging her mock attack. “I didn’t hear a denial~” you sing-songed, drawing out the last syllable in a playful lilt.

“Cut it out!” she grumbled, but there was no real heat behind her words. Her blush deepened, and in her flustered state, she reached out to swat your shoulder lightly, her movements more akin to a kitten batting at a string.

You couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up from your chest. The way she reacted was too endearing—like a shy teenager experiencing her first crush, though she herself might not even realize it yet. She kept lightly hitting your side, her pout growing more pronounced each time, but her lips twitched upward despite herself.

“All right, all right, I’ll stop teasing,” you said, raising your hands in mock surrender. “But in all seriousness, if he’s caught your attention, there’s probably something special about him. Your instincts are pretty sharp, after all.”

“Sometimes the people we meet by chance end up playing a bigger role in our lives than we expect.”

Hae-In’s expression softened at your words, the playful atmosphere giving way to something more thoughtful. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice quiet now. “There’s just… something about him. It’s like he’s trying to hide something, but I can’t figure out what.”

You watched her as she spoke, the way her brows furrowed slightly in concentration, her eyes growing distant as if she were replaying their meeting in her mind. If only you knew, Hae-In. Knowing her future with Jinwoo, it was almost surreal to witness this stage in their journey. Here she was, unknowingly at the beginning of what would one day become a bond so deep and unwavering. A part of you ached at the thought, but another part of you was grateful, too. Hae-In deserved to find someone like Jinwoo, someone who would cherish and understand her in ways few others could.

Lost in thought, you almost didn’t notice when Hae-In glanced up at you, her gaze curious. “Do you think… I should get to know him better?” she asked, her voice soft, almost hesitant.

You smiled, reaching across the table to pat her hand gently. “I think you should trust yourself. If there’s something about him that makes you feel drawn to him, there’s probably a reason for it. Don’t ignore that feeling.”

Hae-In looked at you, her eyes searching yours for a moment, as if trying to decipher something deeper in your words. Then, she smiled—a soft, genuine smile that reached her eyes.

Eventually, she broke the silence, her expression a little more playful. “You know, you’re awfully wise for someone who pretends to be so clueless.”

You let out a mock gasp. “Pretend? Me? I’m hurt, Hae-In,” you said, feigning offense as you placed a hand dramatically over your heart. “I’m just a humble florist with a penchant for giving sage advice.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was a warmth in her gaze as she looked at you. “Thank you, though,” she said softly. “I… I don’t know if I would have had the courage to follow my instincts without you reminding me. You’ve always… made things feel less confusing.”

With a gentle smile, you squeezed her hand once before pulling back. “Anytime, Hae-In.”

For the rest of the afternoon, the conversation shifted back to lighter topics, the two of you exchanging stories and laughter over melting ice cream. Sitting here with Hae-In, watching her cheeks glow with that familiar blush, you allowed yourself to live in the moment, savoring the peace of this ordinary day.

---

Jinwoo’s grip tightened on his dagger as he assessed the battlefield, eyes darting from one side to the other. The dungeon was shrouded in shadows and the stench of blood, the ground littered with remnants of the high orcs that Kargalgan commanded. This one’s different, he thought grimly. Kargalgan was leagues above the other two bosses he had encountered in the Demon Castle. Metus, the skeletal lich, was capable of commanding thousands of undead, but his defenses had been weak—easily punctured by Jinwoo's relentless assault. Kargalgan, however, was a completely different beast. His defenses were formidable, coupled with a mastery over powerful, wide-area spells that sent shockwaves rippling through the air with every cast.

What made it worse was the damn trick Kargalgan pulled—expanding his size, making himself appear as a hulking, monstrous giant. The moment he grew, towering over the battlefield, Jinwoo's grip on his weapons had tightened, a flicker of unease crossing his eyes. Memories clawed their way up from the depths of his mind—memories of the stone statues in that cursed double dungeon, back when he was barely capable of keeping up with the others. The echo of that terror, the raw, primal fear as those towering figures moved and he’d been utterly helpless against them. His breath hitched, but he forced it down, shoving the fear away.

Yet, there was another memory that followed, a more recent one that left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. Vulcan. The morbidly obese bastard whose massive club had struck down his soldiers. The same battle where he had seen you, for the first time, bleed.

Jinwoo's mood soured as the images flashed through his mind. The bitterness lingered, like a dark cloud over his focus. He pushed those thoughts away as best as he could, his MP dangerously low. He needed to concentrate on the battle at hand.

When his mana finally hit zero, Jinwoo cursed under his breath, feeling a slight edge of desperation creeping in. But his hand found the small, smooth crystal from his inventory. It was one of the leftover mana crystals you had crafted for him after that snowland of a dungeon. He had been saving it, reluctant to use the precious item except in dire situations. But now, with Kargalgan rampaging before him, there was no better time.

The warmth of the crystal against his skin was immediate, a gentle heat that spread through his cold, battle-weary hands. Huh, Jinwoo thought absently, rubbing his thumb over the smooth surface. The sensation was oddly comforting, reminded him that time back in that hellish land again, your hand on his, unfazed by the demon’s blood as it coated both of your palms.

Your hand had felt even warmer than this crystal, and softer. His heart gave an odd, unsteady beat.

Jinwoo blinked, realizing where his thoughts had wandered. Focus, he mentally chastised himself, shaking his head. He crushed the crystal in his grip, feeling the satisfying crackle as it disintegrated, releasing a burst of mana. The air around him filled with a delicate flurry of butterflies, each one shimmering with the faintest glow of magic as they fluttered outward. They spread through the battlefield like a gentle breeze, healing his injured shadows and replenishing his mana in a surge. The rush was intoxicating, bringing a fresh burst of energy to his limbs.

His eyes trailed after the butterflies, lingering for a moment on the remnants of the crushed crystal in his hand. There were only a few left now. Jinwoo knew he couldn’t afford to be reckless with them. It would be wasteful to use them on anything less than an emergency, but now that the situation called for it, he felt a twinge of regret for having held back for so long.

I should thank her properly later, he thought. Maybe even take her out for that dinner I keep promising myself I’ll treat her to.

A slight smile tugged at his lips, but he quickly sobered as he turned back to the battle. In the chaos, with Kargalgan roaring and his spells crackling in the air, Jinwoo found himself thinking of you again.

He analyzed the shaman’s moves with a new sense of clarity. Kalgalan’s spells were powerful, his defenses near impenetrable, and his control over his minions formidable. But for all his strength, Jinwoo couldn’t help but see the similarities between Kalgalan’s approach and yours—the way he wielded his spells with practiced precision, the same controlled energy you used when in battle. Yet the more Jinwoo compared, the more he saw how the orc shaman fell short.

The ability to switch between offense, defense, and support on the fly.

He lacks your versatility.

The moment a magician loses their guards, they were nothing but a sitting duck.

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Cha Hae-In watched from the sidelines, her heart racing as she observed Hunter Sung Jinwoo’s every move. She had expected something, certainly—word was spreading fast about the oddities surrounding Hunter Sung Jinwoo. But what she saw now went far beyond what she had imagined. His movements were fluid, precise, quick, each one calculated and relentless. This was not the skill set of a mere E-rank, nor even a typical high-rank. Hunter.Jinwoo moved like a phantom on the battlefield, his shadows surging and swarming. How many are there?

But what truly took her breath away was what happened next. Just as his shadows began to falter, and the B-team members appeared at the brink of collapse, Jinwoo did something completely unexpected. She saw him crush something in his hand, and suddenly, a distinct, soothing warmth filled the air. Cha Hae-In’s eyes widened further as she felt it—a familiar energy, subtle yet unmistakable, like a gentle breeze on a summer day. The members of the B-team, who had been on the verge of collapse, suddenly stood a little straighter, their wounds mending before her very eyes. Even the team’s healer, who had been nearly depleted, looked around in bewilderment.

Where have I felt this warmth before?

Hae-In’s brows furrowed as she tried to place the source of that warmth. It was distinct, different from Hunter Sung Jinwoo’s mana—something softer, more comforting.

The sensation nagged at her mind, tugging her back to memories of visits to your flower shop, of the quiet strength and warmth you exuded, of the unique aura that seemed to flow around you like an unseen embrace. Could it be…? No, she thought, feeling her heart skip. That’s impossible… isn’t it?

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Jinwoo was still basking in the satisfaction of a hard-won battle when he felt a faint twinge of awareness—someone watching him. With a slight twist of his head, he saw Chief Woo Jin-Chul and, standing beside him, Hunter Cha Hae-In, both watching him with wide eyes.

Shit, did I get too caught up in the fight again?

"You did."

Jinwoo nearly jumped when your chiding voice echoed in his ear, though it came not from his surroundings but from one of the butterflies that had perched itself on his shoulder. He cast a quick glance around, noting that no one else seemed to be aware of the conversation between you two. Your butterflies were cloaked, visible only to him, their magic attuned solely to his presence. Jinwoo chuckled to himself, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he murmured back to you.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for the butterfly to catch. “Guess I still have a few things to learn, huh?”

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Cha Hae-In watched from the sidelines, her heart racing as the last remnants of Jinwoo’s magic faded. The echoes of your advice from the previous day rang in her mind, filling her with a hesitant determination. "Why don’t you try talking to him again?"

Still, she took a steadying breath, her mind made up. She was going to speak to him. She took a step forward, parting her lips to call his name—but before she could utter a single word, Jinwoo was already being ushered away by members of the association. She hesitated, hand half-raised, her heart pounding as she watched him go.

And then, life seemed determined to make her embarrassment complete. One of the B-team mages nudged her, raising an eyebrow at the pickaxe still clutched tightly in her hand. She looked down, realization dawning slowly as mortification blossomed on her face. Oh no. The pickaxe. She hadn’t even thought to drop it. She had come all this way, heart pounding, ready to face him—and all while holding a pickaxe.

What am I doing?! she screamed internally, feeling the blood rush to her face as she hastily tried to shove the tool out of sight. Help me, (Name)! Her thoughts went into a frenzy. I messed up so badly!

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Far away, in your flower shop, a butterfly delicately landed on your shoulder. You listened to the faint echoes of Hae-In’s jittery mental plea, a small smile playing on your lips. “Looks like I’ll have to check on her soon,” you mused to yourself. As you resumed tending to your flowers, your thoughts were already turning to the ways you could tease her about this little mishap over your next ice cream date.

End Note:

Unfinished Draft of [13/11/2024] -

Did I make Cha Hae'in too... jittery?

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✩｡°𝄞🚨D-TOWN BABY 𝄞✨°｡✩

╝ •part one | part two ╔

╰₊𓂂➢ pairing: gang affiliated!yoongi x fem!reader

╰₊𓂂➢ genre: hood au, bother’s best friend au, smut, angst

╰₊𓂂➢ warn!ngs: use of the n-word, aave, [mentions of drugs, drug dealing, death, smoking and drinking], negligence due to use of drugs (reader’s mother), reader is heavily black coded, cat-calling, riding, oral (reader receiving), swallowing semen. (let me know if there’s more please!)

╰₊𓂂➢ summary: yoongi is apart of a gang called d-town, the gang your brother just so happens to be apart of.

╰₊𓂂➢ word count: 5,625 words

╰₊𓂂➢ author’s note: the inspiration came from me shouting “D-TOWN NIGGA!” at my sister while watching the Daechwita music video. lmao, i hope y’all enjoy it.

The headlights of your black honda civic shines on the group of men huddled together on the steps of the project building.

Smoking, drinking, talking and laughing loud as hell, and hitting licks.

You huff while turning your car off. Stepping out, your long, fern green skirt flows with the wind. Cleavage hanging out of your bohemian patterned shirt. As you approach the ran down project building you can hear the men on the stairs whistling at you.

You roll your eyes at the gang members who are shouting and cat-calling loud as hell— the whole block could hear.

“Damn Ma, can I get a 360?!” One of them call out. Before you could even flip him off, two familiar voices chime in.

“Chill, nigga.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

They say at the same time. The two voices could easily be distinguished as Trey (your brother) and Yoongi (your brother’s best friend).

Or their street names: Tre D and Agust D. The ‘D’ standing for D-Town. To which you find corny as hell because you all literally live downtown. All these corny ass niggas’ names end with D.

Once you’re right in front of the group of men your brother nods his head at you. That’s just him acknowledging your existence. The two of you have a complicated relationship. It’s only complicated because you don’t like his lifestyle (respectfully) but he won’t stop gang banging.

Nonetheless, you’d still take a bullet for that man. Vice versa.

“Yo, _______.” Yoongi speaks. From the looks of it, you can already tell he’s about to say some stupid shit. He has that sorry ass smirk on his face and keeps glancing around at his little posse. Leaning your weight on to one leg, you simply arch your brow at him.

“You gon’ let me tuck you in?” Your stoic expression remains the same. A few giggles are heard and your brother shakes his head. Trey is more than used to Yoongi making advances at you— he’s been fiend out for damn there 8 years.

Yoongi looks you up and down, adjusting his duffel bag on his shoulder. You smack your teeth and harshly brush past the men blocking your way up the stairs. Prior to entering the building you yell back at the long haired, pale man.

“Tuck your dick!”

SLAM! You slam the door shut, you can hear the distant instigating behind the door as you walk up the stairs to the shared apartment. Mumbling curse words on your way up.

Yoongi’s smirk never leaves, despite the instigation his crew nagged on about. He likes that shit. He loves it. Your hot temper and all of it. He knows that if he wanted to he could shut you right up. But you being mad at him kind of turns him on… so he’ll let you have it.

You’d prefer a nice and quiet, empty pathway to your home when you get off from work. You go through enough stress as it is. Another headache is exactly not what you needed.

Stepping foot into the dark apartment, you set your purse down and walk to your room, ready to get in the shower after a long day. The apartment is fairly big compared to the other units. More than enough space for you and your brother. Although, for the past year it’s really just been you occupying the space.

Trey is never home. He’s out and about being Tre D. He stopped coming home about a little over a year ago. It’s just gang related activities after the other, selling drugs, hanging out with D-Town and fucking random girls. Repeat.

It’s reasonable that you gave up on trying to stop him. He’s a grown man now and you can’t sit around all day to inspect your little brother’s everyday life to make sure he’s doing ‘the right thing’. He’s only 2 years younger than you but you always acted as a mother figure. Taking over that role after your mother got sprung out on crack and left you both.

Working your ass off everyday, feeding him and yourself, trying to make sure he’s doing well in school— all a waste of time. Now look. He’s outside of your shared apartment, probably not even going to come up stairs and is making way more money than you.

You regret the day he met those guys. And you regret even more when he dragged Yoongi along with him.

The thought of Yoongi makes you sigh. You pick up your towel to get in the shower, blasting Lauryn Hill as you lather your brown skin with smell-good soap. You manage to decompress in the shower. Tracking wet footprints to your bedroom as you approach the window, you look outside to see if they’re still there.

Yes. Yes they are. Your brother seems to be leaving and you can’t help but notice someone is missing from the gang.

And almost on queue— as if the devil himself set it up… you hear the front door opening. Letting out a groan, you go and peak out of your bedroom door.

“No need to hide, babygirl. Come on out.” Yoongi calls.

You roll your eyes before slamming your door. But like you figured, the door opens right back up and in comes Yoongi. He silently stands in front of the door after he closes it behind him, observing your figure that is semi-hidden behind the white towel you have on. Yoongi already has a little stiffy just by looking at you.

“Stop calling me babygirl you freak, I’m older than you.” You say, responding to the comment he made. He chuckles, walking over to sit on your bed while you apply lotion on your legs. He drops his duffel bag on the ground next to him.

“Yeah, by like a few months.” Looking down at him, you noticed that he’s man spreading, leaning on his arms that are propped up behind him on the bed. Refraining from gulping, you look away.

You don’t respond to him. Instead, you continue on with your nightly routine, pretending that the fine man is not sitting on your bed ready to pounce on you the second you say go. You can hear shuffling behind you as you fix your locs, putting them in the ponytail.

“_______, I got you something.” He says and you reluctantly turn around. This man really doesn’t learn or care to catch a hint. In his hand is a book. A book that you’ve been searching for everywhere and is sold out.

“How…” is all you can mutter out. Out of all of Yoongi’s highly prestigious and unusual gifts he attempts to give you, this has got to be the best one yet. Best, because you actually wanted it. Not that that Birkin Bag was easy to donate— that was a struggle.

“Uh— I saw you were looking for this shit everywhere on your spam.” You furrow your eyebrows.

“Why the hell are you on my spam page?!”

“So I had drove damn there 2 fucking hours to get this shit.” He says, ignoring the previous question.

You love it. You want to snatch the book out of his long slender fingers, throw your bonnet on and start reading immediately. But—

“I can’t take that Yoongi.” The sentence isn’t something that he hasn’t heard before. You tell him every single time he comes up to your apartment trying to hand you something he bought for you. You never take shit from him and if you do, it gets donated almost immediately.

He scoffs. Honestly looking a little pissed off— fed up to be exact. “What do you mean you can’t take it? Didn’t you hear me, _______?” He stands up, book still in hand. “I drove 2 hours for a fucking book!” He exclaims.

It’s not like you’re meaning to be a bitch. You’d just rather not take anything that was bought with drug money. Even the book you’ve been dying to read for months.

“Listen Yoongi—”

“Agust D.” He corrects.

“I’m not calling you that shit!” A smile cracks onto his face. Just a small one. Because, as mentioned before, he loves that shit. But he’s still fed up.

“I can’t take that. It’ll be donated just like the other gifts you attempt to bribe me with.” You say and he sets the book on the bed, stepping closer to you. “I’m not bribing you _______. I just wanna spoil you, just let me do that.”

“No! I don’t want anything you or my brother buy with your fucking D-Town money. You can keep all of that shit!” You roar while waving your arms around. He sighs, running his fingers through his long black hair, letting it fall back in place. “Money is money, _______.”

“I’m not doing this with you, Yoongi.” Arguing with him back and forth is like arguing with a wall. You two could go on and on about the lifestyle he and Trey are choosing to live.

Yoongi walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You don’t pull away. Despite how stubborn you are, you’d never deny Yoongi’s touch whenever you feel him. It’s instant stress relief.

“I’m trying, _______.” He calmly says in your ear. The disembodied voice— so husky yet smooth. It sends shivers down your back and all of the hair on your arms stand tall.

“Try harder then.”

“Why are you like this?” You scrunch your face up. “Like what?!” You can feel him shrug his shoulders behind you.

“Like… stubborn and petty.” Offended, you scoff.

“Stubborn and petty like your mama?” It was a quick little insult— a joke! Everyone says it. Plus, you had to think of a come back quick or else you know Yoongi would’ve known that you knew what he said was partially accurate. But when you feel the tight hold Yoongi had around your waist loosen… you knew you fucked up.

“You know my moms’ is dead.” You immediately twist your body around to face him, your towel nearly unraveling. You quickly catch it. “Omg, I did not mean it like that, for real. I was just saying shit!” You ramble on and on about how you don’t think before speaking and how sorry you are.

Then he laughs. Like actually laugh. Not a corny little smirk or the low chuckle he does when he’s around his boys— not even a light smile. He gave you his infamous, gummy smile, shoulder bouncing laugh. He even threw his head back for a second.

You really couldn’t help but smile. You missed that laugh. Having been reunited with it after so long makes you forget everything said and done. Because that’s the Yoongi you know, the Yoongi you grew up with, the Yoongi you loved. You smile at the taller man still looking at you with that cute gummy smile even after the laughter died down.

“Stop apologizing _______, I was just fucking with you.” You scoff but the smile never fades, even when you playfully punch his shoulder. “That’s not funny!” He nods his head in agreement as if he wasn’t just literally laughing his ass off.

“It was just funny seeing you speak like that. First time in mad long you didn’t have that stick that you love so much up your ass.” Looking up at him, you can’t even be mad at what he just said. Not when all the old feelings were suddenly rushing back in. The ones you fought off years ago.

“Yeah,” you switch your focus onto the ground. “It was nice seeing you laugh like that.” His fingers lightly grip your chin to lift your head back up to look him in the eyes. Your heart is doing backflips but in your head there are a million different alarms going off, screaming ‘abort!’.

“You always make me laugh. Whether I’m laughing around you or at home in my bed, laughing about something that you said. You make me…” He trails off making you furrow your eyebrows a bit.

“Make you what?” He sighs, scratching the back of his head, looking out of the window. You shove his shoulder to get his attention again. “Make you what?!” He looks down at his shoes as if the answer was written on them. They weren’t. You checked.

“You make me… hmmph.” He mumbles and you slap your hands on your naked thighs in frustration. You grip his face in your whole hand to get him to stop looking around the room helplessly, like a mother trying to force feed their child.

“What!” You scream.

“Happy!” He reciprocates the volume, eyes going wide when he finally lets the shit flow free. Your hand slowly drops from his face. “Damn— satisfied?” He sassily asks, rolling his eyes. Too in shock to even say anything, you just stand there with your eyebrows high, looking like a dumbass.

“_______,” he starts, earning you attention. So many thoughts sprint through your mind as you stare up into his sharp brown eyes. It’s really hard to believe that after everything, he still found happiness in you. You can’t recall the last time you felt happy in Yoongi’s presence. The man that you once loved. You and Yoongi never dated, never slept together, never really announced any feelings for each other either. The relationship the two of you had was unspoken. You knew the love was there— he did too, and that was enough.

“I need you to know, that I want you.” He says seriously. Your heart drops at the words. No.

No, not now. Why now?

“I want us, _______.” You could melt underneath his gaze. You feel yourself slowly folding. Ready to submit and give into him— give into your heart that’s been begging to be his for 7 years now. “Tell me you want this too.”

Yes, tell him you want this. Want all of him. Because you do… but you can’t. It’s not the same. This is not the same as it was 7 years ago. Yoongi isn’t the same. You can’t do it.

“I can’t— I don’t… want this.” You try to stand strong but you’re weak. Yoongi always did that to you. “You don’t or you can’t— which one is it?” He says, already knowing the answer. He needs to hear it from you though. You sigh, closing your eyes. “Yoongi—”

“No _______ tell me right now why you can’t just let us be happy?” Yoongi’s frustration is valid. But so is yours. You try to walk away from him, to get away, like those alarms that kept going off in your head a few minutes ago told you to do. But Yoongi isn’t having it. He already laid his heart out there, he just wanted you to take it— for it to be yours. So he grabs your arm. “Don’t walk away from me.” You yank your arm back immediately.

“I fucking can’t Yoongi! You want me to stand here, laugh, ‘kee-kee’ in your face. Tell you I want you and that I want this just for you to go back to the streets the next second someone calls you.” You’re out of breath from all of the screaming, no doubt the neighbors were gonna report. But you aren’t done.

“D-Town tells you to jump, you ask how high. I ask you to get your life together, to get off of the streets and I’m left with the same answer. I’m not gonna be one of those bitches that hold you down when you decide to get into some dumb shit and I’m damn sure not gonna be the person people have to get in touch with because their fucking boyfriend died doing some fuck shit.” The undertone of your face is red and your hands are shaking. “It’s bad enough my brother is in to deep. I’m not trying to have to worry about someone else.”

Yoongi’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he takes in everything you said. You’ve never been this vulnerable. With anyone. You’ve never said any of this to anyone but you don’t want to keep having the same interactions over and over with him.

“I understand.” Is all he says. And it’s all he has to say. You know he’s not gonna quit the streets until the streets quit him. After all, that’s how it works. But he really did understand and if that’s how you feel he won’t push it.

“Can I just lay with you?” Before you can even protest he raises his hands to clarify. “Just for tonight. Can you please… just do this for me? Let me lay with you.” You sigh, over analyzing the possibility. In the end you conclude it was fine. So you grab your pajamas and change in the bathroom. When you come back in, Yoongi is already laying in the bed. Shirtless and wearing nothing else but the pair of basketball shorts he had in his bag. The book resting on your nightstand.

Your pajamas includes a sage green tank top and a beige pair of cotton shorts. You lie next to him in your bed after cutting the lights off. His body instantly cuddles into yours.

“Yoongi,” you call out. “Your head is on my boobs.” He chuckles into the pair before raising his head to look at you. “You used to always let me lay on your boobs. They’re comfortable.” He says with a faint pout, poking your plushy boobs with his finger, making you flinch.

“Yoo— will you stop poking me!” You say frustratedly. “It tickles.” Yoongi perks up at that. “It tickles, huh?” He sings, continuing to poke you. His fingers pokes at your chest, your sides, your neck. You try to fight him off but your laughter is making you weak. “Stu— stop!” You cry out and he just giggles at your plea. It’s really over once he hovers his body over yours, locking yours in place underneath him.

Your face hurts from laughing so hard, can’t even manage to fight it anymore. The poking eventually stops but the soft giggles and toothy smile on your face doesn’t falter. Yoongi’s eyes sparkle as they bore into yours. He carefully places his hand on your cheek, thumb caressing your lifted cheekbone.

“You’re so pretty, _______.” He observes your features from above and his heart pounds against his chest. The pace aligned with yours. “Sometimes,” he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. “I forget just how pretty you are. So I come to bother you— just to see you. But when I have you this close… you make me want to leave everything else behind just so I can be with you.”

That’s all you really wanted. For Yoongi to leave all the bullshit alone. Maybe then you two could work.

But you know that all of this is just pillow talk. Yoongi would never do that. Not for you. Not for anyone. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Yoongi.” You speak mellowly. He lifts his head out of your neck to look at you again. “I can’t tell you how I feel now?” You roll your eyes. “You can but don’t sit here and lead me on to believing in a lie.”

He doesn’t respond. You feel his lips on your cheek. Eyes widening, you look at him in confusion. “What are you—”

“I’m not lying to you, _______.” He kisses your forehead. “Even with everything that happened, no matter what you say to me— I never told you a lie and I don’t plan to.” He leans in to give you another kiss but pauses. His face just an inch away. Your breath hitches at the close proximity, growing nervous when his eyes focus on your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers softly against your lips. Your mind isn’t working. There’s no alarms blaring, no weird gut feeling, just you. Underneath him. Without much thought, you mutter a breathy “yes.”

He leans in, his lips molding perfectly with yours. It’s soft and passionate and you’re worried that you just might have a heart attack the way your heart is pacing. Your fingers travel their way through his long strands of hair as you happily taste the minty flavor of his mouth— covering up the taste of cigarettes. When he pulls away to catch his breath, you immediately pull him back down. Now that you got a taste of him, you don’t want to let it go.

The kiss starts getting heated when Yoongi rolls off of you and pulls you on top of him. His hands roam the surface of your back, letting them slip under your tank top. You bite on his bottom lip once you pull away, letting your soft brown hands travel up his abdomen to his solid chest. Your back arches as you leave open mouth kisses against his chest. He takes the opportunity to cup your ass into his hands, occasionally squeezing the fleshy rump.

You slightly shift your hips up against him to lift up. “Fuck,” Yoongi lets out a shaky breath. “Don’t move like that.” You furrow your brows in confusion but you quickly understand when you feel something poking your thigh. In shock, you shift again. A low groan leaves Yoongi’s mouth and he places his hands on both sides of your waist.

You watch as his eyes squeeze shut, the action and the sound he let slip gave you that tingling feeling in your stomach, that familiar sensation fluttering in between your legs. You do it again. Wanting to hear that sound from him again.

“Seriously, you don’t want this to go further than it already has.” True. You don’t, but you’re a little too lust filled to think straight. And the fact that Yoongi is hard as a rock underneath you has you wet. Grinding your clothed sex onto his bulge.

“Yo, I—”

“Shut up.” You say, placing your hands on his chest to support yourself as you grind against him. The lewd sounds that escape from both of your mouths flood the room. Yoongi’s basketball shorts get bunched up in the process, the repeated action dragging the band down, exposing his boxer briefs underneath.

You lift your hips up to pull the shorts down but Yoongi stops you. He sends you a warning look that reads, ‘don’t do this.’

Regardless, you enthusiastically yank them and his boxer briefs down his thighs, letting his dick stand tall against his lower stomach. “_______, you’re confusing me.” He says while you’re busy scrapping to get the clothing from around his ankles, satisfied when they hit the floor. You turn around, looking down at him once again.

“You’re confused? Hm, I thought you were hard.” Speaking sarcastically, you turn your focus onto Yoongi’s member. You grip his length in your hand, brushing your thumb over his sensitive tip making Yoongi twitch.

“A little bit of both honestly. I mean, mostly hard but— woah woah woah, stop!” Yoongi panics once you put your mouth on his dick. He immediately sits up, his back resting against the head board. “I’m not doing this with you.” He says, to which one of your eyebrows flick up.

“Why not?” You scoff. “You don’t seem to have any problem fucking all these other bitches.” Yoongi lets out an unamused laugh, wiping his hands over his face. “You’re not other bitches. You don’t throw yourself on my dick.”

“I just did!” Technically, you did.

Yoongi scoffs, mumbling something under his breath. “It’s not the same thing. You’re invested in this _______ and you know it.” You turn your head away from him, not wanting to hear the truth. “I don’t need you to have another reason to hate me.” Rolling your eyes—

“I don’t hate you.”

“You’re just saying that.” You shake your head, scooting closer to him. “I’m not. I don’t hate you, Yoongi.” You repeat, your fingers go to his hair and you focus on the way his dark hair fall on your skin before looking at him again. “And right now… I’m horny, so.” You sit in front of him, anticipating his response.

“Okay.” He shrugs.

“Okay, what?” He grabs your waist gently, pulling you closer to him. Your lips lock onto his again and this time, the pace quickens. Yoongi’s hands reach for your tank top to pull it over your chest, you lift your arms as he pulls it off, slinging it across the room. Like clockwork, you drag your shorts down as well, tossing them in the corner without a care in the world.

Yoongi’s hands roam all over your body. Taking in the feel of your body being close to his. He retracts from the kiss to drool over your body. His pale hands over your brown skin, the only source of light coming from the window. “What do you want me to do, _______?” He asks, palming your breast in both hands. You bite your lip as you look down at him touching you.

“Can I ride you?” You ask in a whisper and you could’ve swore you felt Yoongi’s dick twitch on your thigh right after the words fell off your tongue. He felt like doing a backflip. An ability he doesn’t have but that’s how you make him feel. It’s just like you to want to ride him— it being your first time even having sex with each other.

“Fuck yes.” You let out a giggle at Yoongi’s expression before leaning over to open the top drawer of your nightstand. His eyes travel with your every movement. “What are you doing?”

“Grabbing a condom.” You popped out. He purses his lips at that. “Guess I’m not the only one you’ve been wrestling in the sheets with.” Looking back at the man with the condom in your hand, the jealous look on his face makes you want to run over to your phone to take a picture. Instead you laugh.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You say, ripping open the packet. “I bought them because they’re a necessity. I’m not fucking anyone— but i’m glad I did buy them.” Yoongi raises an eyebrow in curiosity. “I’d rather not have the neighborhood’s dick in me raw.”

It’s almost comedic the way his jaw drop. “Neighborhood’s dick is cuh-razy!” Slipping the condom on his length, you let out a giggle. Once you’ve got it on all the way you grip his shoulders, lifting your cunt over it. “It’s okay,” you jokingly reassure. “I’ll make sure to give you a good rating.”

“Oh, you got jokes— oh shit.” His demeanor changes once you rub his tip against your wet slit. “Are you—,” He reaches out to drag a finger through your folds. “You’re mad wet.” He states the obvious and when he pulls his finger away, your arousal drags with it. Without a second thought, he lifts his finger to his mouth, sucking on it to taste you. A low moan leaves his mouth. His eyes never leaving yours.

“You ready or did you change your mind?” You shake your head slowly, feeling more aroused than ever. “I’m ready.”

Once again, you maneuver his length through your folds before aligning it at your entrance. You take a deep breath and Yoongi’s hands rub your back. You slowly lower yourself down his length, feeling the pressure of him stretching you out. Your mouth falls agape when his full length is inside of your cunt.

After a few more rounds you get used to it. Yoongi stares at the action of your pussy swallowing his length. Your pussy is so tight around him, he’s afraid he might cum too fast.

He curse in your ear as you begin to ride him faster. “Fuck— you’ve been holding back on me for all these years.” Yoongi moves his hips, helping thrust into you. Your tits jump along with you as you bounce on his cock. So deep, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoes throughout the quiet apartment.

“Ah, Yoongi!” You moan out and Yoongi feels himself growing light headed. “You’re making me go crazy, _______.” He slams into your pussy faster— harder. At this point you weren’t even moving. Yoongi was the one in control of your body.

Especially when he moves you off of him, switching positions to take full control. You lie on your back, abandoned pussy and all. “Yoongi, put it back in.” You beg.

He shushes you before bending down, face in between your legs. His mouth attacks your wet cunt. He flatten his tongue to fully taste your sex. Licking and sucking all of you. His mouth sucks on your clit making you scream out in pleasure while his three fingers abuse your hole. “Yoongi, fuck that feels so good.” He slightly smirks up at you.

“Tell me whose pussy this is.” He says lowly. You could’ve came right then and there just from how sexy he said it. All dominant and territorial. The way he looks— his long dark hair sticking to his face and neck.

“Yuh— oh my god!” You moan out as your legs begin to shake at the overwhelming stimulation of his mouth and fingers.

“Tell me.” He demanded a bit louder.

“Yours Yoongi! It all yours, mm.” His fingers moves faster and you grip the sheets for moral support. “F- Fuck me Yoongi. I want your dick inside me.” It doesn’t take long before he obeys. He lifts up, just before you could orgasm and slides his hard dick inside of you. With Yoongi in control now, the pace is much faster. He lifts one of your legs up, putting it over his shoulder for better access.

Going deeper inside of you, hitting all of the right spots. You pull him down towards your body, your nails digging into his back, creating little crescent moon shaped marks. Chest to chest, Yoongi penetrates your pussy as the two of you share a feverish kiss.

“I’m gonna cum, Yoongi.” You say against his lips, out of breath. He rapidly nods his head. “Cum, mm.” His thrusts slow down, instead he makes sure to go deeper, hitting your spot repeatedly, making your legs shake around him. “Cum for me, _______.”

A few thrusts later and you cream on his dick. He pulls out, slips off the condom and starts stroking his dick. You place your hands over his, moving your mouth towards his tip. When the long drags of warm semen pour out you catch every drop of it. Mouth wide open, tongue out— you swallow his cum. Licking the tip afterwards for good measure.

Yoongi’s heavy breathing fills the room as he collapses on the bed. You get up to throw the used condom out and to collect your pajamas off the floor, walking with a bit of a limp. You toss Yoongi his basketball shorts before cleaning yourself up in the bathroom and changing.

When you come back, you find Yoongi already in his basketball shorts lying on the bed still. “Not gonna dip?” You ask, trying to sound nonchalant. You don’t want him to go but you don’t need him to know that. You were just awfully vulnerable and something similar to regret is already creeping up on you.

“Naw, why would I?” You shrug before laying in bed next to him. Not even being able to position yourself, he makes sure he cuddles into you, your face close as hell to his. “So how was the neighborhood’s dick?” He jokingly asks, laughing after. You lightly punch his chest.

“I’m not finna play with you Yoongi.” Yoongi serves you a feigned pout. “Awe, you regretting it already?” You don’t say anything because you really don’t know if you are. You don’t regret the sex because— fuck that was amazing. Best dick you ever had and you really will give him a good rating. However, the things that were said could’ve stayed unsaid. You shared too much vulnerability and that’s not something you’re comfortable with. The last thing you need is Yoongi to throw any of that shit back up in your face.

“I don’t regret it.” You conclude. His arms wrap around your waist tighter, grabbing one of your legs to wrap it around him. “But it won’t happen again. This was a one time thing.”

“But you swallowed my cum.” He pouts again and for some reason you don’t think it’s feigned this time. So you lightly smack his lips. Too much of a distraction.

“Because I didn’t want to get my covers dirty, you freak.” He dramatically raises his eyebrows. “So now I’m back to being a freak.” You sigh because it seems like he’s purposely not paying attention to what you’re actually trying to say.

“Yoongi.” You say seriously making him nod his head. “Okay, I got it. it was a one time thing.” Despite his display of understanding, you can’t help but hear the underlying disappointment in his voice.

You lay in his arms for hours. Neither of you fall asleep, replaying the previous events in your head. You debate with yourself whether or not you’re being in denial, too petty, stubborn, unreasonable. Whether or not you should give Yoongi a chance. Because right now you feel safe. Right now, everything is okay while your head rests against his beating chest. Right now…

“AGUST D GET YO’ ASS DOWN HERE NIGGA!”

You jump. You and Yoongi both lift up— your face of shock is a bit different from his. He knows what it is and you think you do too. That’s why you’re shook as fuck. The shouting and calling through the window doesn’t stop. And when Yoongi arms unravels from your waist, your heart sinks.

“What is that?” You ask.

And when that same, familiar, sorry ass, corny ass smirk that you hate so damn badly form onto Yoongi’s face… you knew.

“That’s D-TOWN BABY.”

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★ — MY BLOODY VALENTINE | Ch 5

3ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ | ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ!ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

CW: Stalking, Angst, Smut, TOXIC yuri, death, murder, 1980s, mention of blood, depression, homophobia, masturbation, dub-con, size kink if you squint, mommy kink, corruption, virginity, fingering, this shit is dark - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

A/N: something something knife kink something something

The loudspeaker crackled during homeroom. Everyone groaned, assuming it was another “anti-smoking” PSA or announcement about the canceled pep rally.

But this time—

“All students and faculty, please remain in your classrooms until further notice.”

Your stomach twisted immediately.

Whispers broke out across the room.

“Do you think it’s another lockdown drill?”

“No way. They never do those during first period.”

“Is it a bomb threat?”

You didn’t say anything.

You were too busy feeling it again—that pressure in your chest like someone was squeezing your heart between their fingers. You looked out the window and spotted the red-and-blue flashes of police lights flickering just beyond the school’s main entrance.

Then a voice behind you said, low:

“Who was it this time?”

You turned. Vi was sitting two rows back, her expression unreadable.

You shook your head. “I don’t know.”

You hoped that was true.

Mr. Viktor, the guidance counselor. Found in his office. Dead.

No one knew how. No one was saying anything official. But someone claimed they saw a janitor crying. Someone else said there was blood all over the walls.

And someone—you weren’t sure who—mentioned something that made your stomach drop:

“He was talking to a student all week. A girl. Said he was worried about her. That she might be being followed.”

You couldn’t breathe.

Because that had been you.

2 days eariler

You hadn’t even realized you were zoning out again until the soft knock on the classroom door pulled you back.

Your teacher glanced up from the whiteboard, then motioned toward the hallway. “You’re needed in the office.”

You blinked. “Me?”

“Don’t look so guilty,” he said, half-joking.

You stood slowly, heart thudding a little harder than it should. Your legs felt heavy as you walked out into the hall, where the school’s guidance counselor—Mr. Viktor—was waiting.

Late thirties. Wire-rimmed glasses. Always smelled faintly like coffee and old books. His smile was kind, but his eyes? Concerned.

“Come on,” he said gently. “Just want to check in.”

His office was tucked into the corner of the administrative wing, cozy and a little too warm. Posters on the walls. Inspirational quotes. That fake fern he kept forgetting to water. He offered you a seat across from his desk, where a small tray of Halloween candy sat. You didn’t take any.

He gave you a moment to settle in before he spoke.

“I’ve been hearing some things,” he said softly, folding his hands on the desk. “From teachers. From students. And I’ve been noticing things myself.”

You stiffened. “I haven’t done anything.”

“I’m not saying you have,” he said quickly. “You’ve just been… off. Tired. Jumpy. Distracted. And I know that’s not who you usually are.”

You didn’t respond.

“I also noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with Sevika,” he added carefully.

Your throat went tight. “Is that a problem?”

“No,” he said slowly. “Not unless you feel like it is.”

You finally looked at him.

His voice lowered. “Has anyone made you feel unsafe lately?”

The words hit like a rock in your chest.

You wanted to say yes. You wanted to say no. You wanted to cry, scream, run.

Instead, you whispered, “I’m just tired.”

He gave you a long look.

And maybe he knew then that you weren’t telling the whole truth. But he didn’t push.

“I’m here,” he said finally. “Whenever you want to talk.”

You nodded, stood up.

And left.

That was the last time you saw Mr. Viktor alive.

You didn’t even eat dinner.

You barely said a word to your mom. Just mumbled something about a headache and went straight to your room, shutting the door gently behind you.

The room felt colder than usual. Still. Too still.

You dropped your bag by the door and collapsed onto your bed without bothering to change. The second your body hit the mattress, it felt like the weight of the day pinned you in place.

The news was spreading like wildfire. Mr. Viktor. Dead.

Your phone rang a few times throughout the night

Suicide. No way, he was murdered. You heard about the blood, right?

But you didn’t read them.

You just laid there, staring at the ceiling, blinking slow, shallow breaths. Your chest felt tight and hollow at the same time.

You knew.

You knew this was connected. You knew who did it.

And yet…

You reached for the phone. The old landline on your nightstand. You turned the receiver over in your hand for a long moment before finally punching in the number by memory.

It rang once.

Twice.

Then her voice: smooth, low, like nothing was ever wrong.

“Hey.”

You didn’t even say hello.

“…Do you have any more weed?”

A pause. Then—

“Are you sure?”

Your voice cracked. “Please.”

She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t need to.

“Be there in twenty.”

Click.

You set the phone down and stared at the bear on your wardrobe.

Still. Silent. Watching. Always watching.

And a part of you hated that it made you feel safe.

She moved fast—grabbed the tin, flicked her lighter into her coat pocket, tucked a fresh roll in the container. She already knew what you liked, what you’d need. Already pictured you curled up in your bed, face flushed, waiting for her to make it all go quiet again.

She pulled on her boots, slung the jacket over her shoulder, and made it halfway down the hall when—

“Where the hell are you going?”

She stopped.

Her spine tensed before her eyes even rolled. She turned slow, careful, as if she wasn’t in the mood to break something—yet.

Her father stood near the entryway, arms crossed, one brow lifted.

Still in his work shirt, sleeves rolled up, cigarette tucked behind his ear like always. He wasn’t a big man, but he had a presence. That weight you feel when someone doesn’t need to yell to break you in half.

“You think you can just come and go when you want now?” he asked.

Sevika didn’t answer at first. Just stared at him.

“Your not like other kids” he added, voice lower. “You’re not some dumb teenager trying to sneak out for a party.”

“I’m not sneaking,” she said flatly.

“You don’t have to. We all know where you’re going.”

That was enough to make her jaw twitch.

His eyes narrowed. “She’s got you whipped like a damn dog. I didn’t raise you to chase after girls like you’re some—”

She cut him off, calm and cold.

“You didn’t raise me.”

He stepped forward. “Excuse me?”

“You raised fists,” she said, voice like steel. “Not people.”

The silence that followed felt like a string pulled tight between them.

But Sevika didn’t back down.

And he didn’t push.

Instead, he sneered. “One of these days, she’s gonna see what you really are.”

“I hope so,” Sevika said. “So she’ll stop fighting it.”

Then she walked past him, slammed the door behind her, and disappeared into the dark.

She still had a promise to keep.

And a girl to ruin.

You sat on your bed, legs curled up, your hoodie sleeves pulled halfway over your hands. The lights were low, the room lit only by the soft blue glow of your lava lamp and the flickering streetlight outside.

The phone still rested beside you on the comforter. The call had ended over twenty minutes ago, but your heart was still racing like she might not come.

But she always came.

And sure enough—

Click.

The sound of your window sliding open. Soft. Familiar.

You turned just in time to see her silhouette climb through like it was the most natural thing in the world. Jacket first. Then boots scraping the sill. Then Sevika herself, dropping into your room in one smooth movement, closing the window behind her with a practiced hand.

She didn’t say anything right away.

She didn’t have to.

Her eyes met yours across the dim room—calm, steady, hungry in that quiet, bone-deep way that always made your breath catch.

She dropped her bag beside your desk and walked toward you like she’d done it a hundred times. Like this room belonged to her as much as it did to you.

You watched her in silence.

Then you whispered, “You came.”

Sevika knelt in front of the bed, eye-level with you now, her hand already reaching for yours—slow, deliberate.

“‘Course I did,” she said. “You asked.”

Yesss we’re back in it—tension wrapped in smoke, movement that feels both clumsy and charged. Reader's high is building, everything's hazy and warm, and Sevika’s presence is like gravity—pulling, anchoring, and quietly overwhelming. Let's keep that seductive slowness:

You took the first hit slower this time—learning. It didn’t burn like the last. It moved through you like smoke curling around something soft. You exhaled with a little giggle you didn’t mean to let out, and Sevika’s eyes followed it like it meant something deeper than it was.

She sat cross-legged at the edge of your bed, her jacket tossed onto the floor, sleeves rolled up, joint balanced easily between her fingers like she’d done this a thousand times. Like this was the only place she ever wanted to be.

You reached for the joint again, and she handed it over without hesitation, fingertips brushing yours just a little longer than they needed to.

You inhaled. Exhaled. Laughed again.

And then— You shifted wrong.

Your leg slipped off the mattress and suddenly you were falling—off balance, limbs scrambling—and hit the carpet with a muffled thud.

“Shit—” you gasped, laughing.

Sevika leaned over the edge, smirking. “You good?”

You rolled onto your knees, still giggling, hands pressing into the floor for balance.

Your hoodie had ridden up a little, your hair falling into your face as you pushed it back with slow, high hands.

You looked up at her through your lashes, smile lazy. “That weed’s stronger than last time.”

Sevika placed her feet on the floor, manspreading “Or maybe you’re just letting go more,” she said, her voice dipping low.

Your eyes flicked up to hers.

And in that haze of smoke and heat and everything unspoken between you—

You didn’t want her to stop watching.

Not ever.

You stayed there on your knees, swaying slightly, warm all over—inside and out. The smoke hung in the air between you like a secret neither of you had to speak aloud. The lava lamp behind you cast slow-moving ripples of color across the wall, bathing the room in pulsing red and violet.

Sevika hadn’t moved.

She just watched you from the edge of the bed, head tilted slightly, her expression unreadable—hungry, maybe, but not in the way that scared you. In the way that made your heart stutter.

Then—

Her hand reached out. Slow. Careful.

Like you were something she wasn’t sure she deserved to touch.

Her fingers brushed along your jaw first, then slid to cradle your cheek, her thumb resting lightly under your eye. Her palm was rough, warm, steady against your skin.

You closed your eyes for a second.

You leaned into it.

Then, without thinking—without questioning—you turned your head and pressed a soft kiss to the center of her palm.

Sevika went still.

Her thumb twitched slightly, brushing across your bottom lip like she couldn’t believe what just happened—like she needed to feel it again.

You opened your eyes.

And whispered, barely audible, “You always make me feel safe.”

You didn’t see her jaw tighten.

You didn’t hear the silent, possessive scream that echoed in her chest.

Because all you saw was her hand, still cupping your face.

“Sevika..” you whisper, gripping her wrist

She hums tilting her head. Still manspreading

Your hand rested on her knee. Leaning more into her palm. “Fuck me” you look up at her with that same innocent look in your eye

“What?” her brows furrow. she wanted to, sure. But if this happens she doesn't think she'll ever let you go

“Please” you beg and pout and she just cant resist that face.

Your moan as your face is squished into the mattress. “Fuck-” you whimper

Sevika chuckled, her strap pounding in and out of your needy cunt, her hand slid down the arch of back. She had you in a face down ass up positon.

You looked up at her through the corner of your eye. A tear sliding down your cheek. She smirked sadistically, leaning down and licking it off

You closed you eyes and leaned into her touch. Back arching more the harder she pounded into you. “God i wish i could get you pregnant. Everyone would know your mine inside and out” sevika whispered into your ear

You hated that the thought of being full of sevikas babies excited you. Ever since she stepped in your life youve decided if she asked, you would give up everything and be her house wife. A part of you knew this women was dangerous, you just didnt want to admit it

“Fuck-” sevika said pulling out for a second, you whine at the loss and your hole was squeezing around nothing. “What- what are you-” you whimper trying to look at her

She flips you suddenly, you were on your back looking up at her now. She slams back into you, “i needed to see you…” her hands run over the sides of your body. Gripping your hips and pulling you into her with each thrust. “God- i can fucking feel you.”

Your hands cup either side of her face. “I love you” you whisper out. Her eyes widen as she looks down at you “say it again.” sevikas thrusts slow down for a moment

You smirk biting your bottom lip “i love you” you say again, wrapping your arms around her neck. She speeds up her pace “i love you, i love you,iloveyouiloveyou” your back arches as she bites down on your neck. Marking you as hers.

Sevika looks at her pocket knife on the floor, an idea popping into her head as she helps you lay back down. She smirks leaning across the bed to grab her knife. She flicks it open, before looking you in the eye as she pressed it into your lower stomach

Blood began to drip down your stomach and stain your sheets. You whine and squirm. “Shhshhh” she presses her hand into your shoulder, eyes flicking down to the symbol shes imprinting on you. Your breath hitches once you realize

Shes carving her initial into your hip along with a heart around it. “Nobody is gonna fucking mess with you when im around.” She whispers and leans down to lick the wound, cleaning it.

You were at your locker, swapping out textbooks with Sevika leaning casually beside you—one boot propped against the locker row, hands stuffed into her jacket, like she lived there. Like she belonged beside you.

She didn’t say much—she never really did in the halls. She didn’t have to. Her presence spoke for her.

But then—

“Hey!”

You turned.

Vi.

She strolled up with her usual easy confidence, denim jacket slung over her shoulder, a few band buttons pinned to her backpack. Her grin was warm, a little cocky, like the two of you had some secret no one else did.

Your heart fluttered. You smiled back, already opening your mouth.

“I was gonna introduce you—”

But Sevika had already pushed off the locker.

She turned toward Vi with a slow, predatory step. Eyes narrowed. Smile dangerous.

“Oh, we’ve met,” Sevika said before you could even finish.

Vi’s grin tightened—just slightly.

She tilted her head. “Really? Don’t remember that.”

Sevika stepped closer, close enough to force Vi to stop walking.

“You were talking to her at lunch,” Sevika said, low and smooth. “Under the tree.”

Vi arched a brow, smile sharpening. “You keep tabs on everyone, or just the girls who don’t look scared of you?”

The air snapped between them.

You blinked, caught in the middle.

“Okay,” you said quickly, “I was just gonna ask if you wanted to sit together at lunch—”

But Sevika didn’t look at you.

She was still watching Vi.

Vi didn’t flinch.

And you?

You could feel it in your bones—

This wasn’t the first time Sevika had sized someone up.

But it might be the first time someone looked back and didn’t look away.

The bleachers were packed, but no one was really cheering.

What was supposed to be a pep rally—banners, balloons, clumsy mascot dancing—had been swallowed by grief. The band still played, but softer now. The cheer squad didn’t perform. The principal stood center court behind a rickety podium, microphone crackling every few words as she tried to hold back emotion and hold it together at the same time.

You sat near the middle of the bleachers, arms crossed over your knees, head ducked. Sevika was next to you, her shoulder warm against yours. She hadn’t said a word since they called the assembly.

Not that she needed to.

Her presence was always louder than her voice.

A photo of Viktor sat on an easel at the edge of the court—framed in a halo of wilting white carnations, a few cards taped around the base.

You felt Vi shift behind you a row up. You hadn’t turned around. You couldn’t. Your chest was already too tight.

“And so,” the principal said, voice trembling just slightly, “we honor Mr. Viktor’s memory today. Not just as a counselor, but as a person who saw the good in everyone… especially our students.”

You blinked hard.

Your fingers clenched your hoodie sleeve.

You could feel Sevika’s eyes on you.

She leaned over, close to your ear. Her voice was barely a whisper.

“You okay?”

You nodded, even though you weren’t.

Not even a little.

Down on the court, a moment of silence was announced. The room went still.

And Sevika reached over—

Took your hand.

Held it tightly, possessively, like a vow wrapped in skin.

And behind her, Vi watched. And said nothing. But her jaw was tight.

Because you weren’t crying.

But Vi could tell you wanted to.

And Sevika?

Sevika was smiling.

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APPRENTICESHIP

Preview: Set back in the olden days of China, your attendance was much summoned by Master Li Shen, a renowned Medical Physician that is in need of an apprentice. Known for his stoic personality, your temperance was definitely tested. But, could there be an actual explanation behind his stoicity?

Warnings: This is gonna be quite of a long read for you Zayne girlies out there so pls strap in. Fluff, makes your heart giddy in a funny way. A possible new series.

P.S: I am not a doctor, hence most of the 'medication methods' mentioned in here are for the sake of the plot and is not and shall not be implied to real life practice! Futhermore, I am not a historian so I am not the best at depicting traditional China perfectly, all of the basis of my descriptions are taken off of the Chinese dramas I used to binge on. This story was also highly inspired by this amazing artwork and the most recent memory of his! He is always known as Doctor Zayne in modern days, so why not give it an inspirational twist and make him a highly honoured doctor in the older days of Chinese history! Divider is sourced from here!

READ PART 2 HERE!

"We had arrived, Miss y/n." Waking up to the jolting of the chariot and the shoutings of the driver. Her head was ringing, possibly a light comatose from the constant bumpiness of the muddy roads for the past fortnight. Rests were only necessary for food and bathroom breaks but other than that, most of the time was spent encaged within the four walls of her chariot. Occasionally, the books may be entertaining; a romance novel, a literary piece and a biography of the great physician named Li Shen. The man named in the biography shall be her soon-to-be-teacher.

Master Li Shen is in need of an acolyte and y/n was called upon to meet him due to her father's connections. The old man boasted her to be a capable physicist, mildly implying his greed to receive a reputable name for his own bloodline. Although y/n father's opinion was distasteful, but she had decided to go through with it. Anything would grant her a better life than to be at home, waiting to be married off to some man who might be thrice her age and a pervert. Marriage is not the one thought she would want at this moment, let alone a marriage that she holds no control over.

Stepping out of her chaise, covered feet coming in contact with rocky pathways and eyes welcomed the sight of the abundance of verdurous greenery. Everywhere she looked, it was aligned with bamboos and wild grasses and ferns, standing on-guard and surrounding a standalone courtyard house. The courtyard house was mostly white and brown, the body of the walls being white whilst stilts were clearly constructed from lumbars. It sat within the same aesthetic framework as its surroundings.

The driver got off of his seat at the front of the chariot and he retrieved y/n's bags from under the chariot. “The master shall await for you in the house. I will get your bags into your chambers later. It is best to bid your greetings to the master as of now.” She heeded his instructions, walking over towards the grand doors of the standing structure. Pushing upon the heavy doors, it revealed a wall with a carved symbol—a standardised design of houses back in the days. The symbol is intricately carved by hand, taking shape of a leaf cradled by a pair of hands. It is a symbol that could only be bear by the best of physicians, an indicator of intermediate medicinal herb practitioners.

To the left, the hallways extended into a total of three rooms. All of the windows aligned with paper maché as windows and doors made out of varnished bamboo wood. On the right, only a set of sliding doors were found, no paper maché to be found on the windowsills and you assumed that is where the treatment room is allocated at. The courtyard in the middle held a small pool of lotus flowers, blooming elegantly on non-rippling waters. A stone table placed next to the pond, with incense burning on a wooden bark. It explains the lingering of a smoky-jasmine scent in the air.

“Y/n right?” A young man revealed himself from behind one of the sliding doors, adorning a cotton Hanfu. His features are sharp, pinched cheeks a good mixture with his chiselled jawlines. But his body was taut, the clothes he wore hung onto his mannequin-like body structure. “I hope the ride here has not taken too much of a toll of you as I could not afford to care for you the next day.” He was just as what was described in his biography. A man that owns an ego higher than his height, with a handsome face but too cold to touch. “Your chambers are located at the end of this hallway. Be awake at dawn tomorrow.”

Y/n laid in her bed at night, listening to the choirs of nocturnal bugs outside of her window sills, the haunting howls of wolves, the ricocheting chirps of the grasshoppers, the piercing screams of the cicadas. The room she was assigned to was fairly large, with more than enough space to fit a double bed and a dining table in it. The room is not anywhere special, it looked oddly familiar to her own room at home but minus the amount of gilt paintings and ornaments. It also reeked of herbs and incense that leaves a smoky aftertaste through one's nostrils. After a short staring contest with the ceiling, her dreamland beckoned and she willingly submitted to it.

The next day, y/n got jolted awake to screams followed by gibberish that was indistinguishable. Sitting up in a hastened manner, eyes widened and hair messily sat on top of her head. Oh no, the sun is up. She pushed herself off of her bed and scrambled to make herself presentable then proceed to storm off to the treatment room where she was expected to be. Sliding open the bamboo door, and she was welcomed with the sight of a young man wincing in pain, with the master holding a thread in his hands.

"Your habit of waking up to the sun heating up your bottom is unfavourable." Master Li Shen spoke, not sparing her any eye contact as he continued his suturing on the guy's back, and her peripheral vision eyed the man biting down onto a wooden bark to muffle his screams. "Don't just stand there, make yourself useful. Get me the herb in the mortar." And she did as she was told.

A huge gash streaked on the back of the young commoner, now sutured up neatly in measured knots. It seemed like it could have been caused by a blunt force of trauma. "Here." Y/n handed the filled mortar to Master Li and he applied it onto the wounds, the patient of his hissing in response. "How did he obtained this wound?"

"Whiplash, he said it was an accident, but judging by the wet patch at the front of his pants, I assume it's intentional for the whipping, just not expected for this aftermath." Hearing that, her face heated up at the context that she was provided with. Men of lower classes clearly have lesser safety measures when it comes to fulfillment of their kinks. "Serve him a cup of tea that would suit his current conditions. He has sutures and a mild fever from the infection." Then the physician got up, his outfit emitted his elegance, long and flowy, just like his hair; a symbol of virility in this age.

Once Master Li had left the room, y/n scooted over to the tea table, looking at the array of loose tea leaves at her disposal. She took up the small tea pot, and filled it up with the chosen tea leaves before brewing it for the patient. Amidst waiting, she decided to observe the lotus flowers in the courtyard. She slid open the door and there is Master Li, sat at the stone table, with a calligraphy brush in his hand and a scroll laid out in front of him. "Master Li." Y/n mustered up the courage to approach him. "I apologise for my tardiness this morning. I did not mean to be late."

He looked up, hazy green eyes glanced at her. His hand still hovering over the scroll. "Being tardy is not professional, it is not tolerable for me. Do not repeat that mistake, do you understand y/n?" She nodded quickly and sat yourself opposite him, watching him quietly as he started producing strokes of words on the scroll. His handwriting is surprisingly neat, and fulfills the box-like characters for Chinese writing. So he is not only a good physician, but also has good handwriting. When he is done, he set the brush aside and looked up at her again, expressionless. "I will be setting into town tonight to gather some herbs. Would you like to come with?"

"Yes, I would love to. I have not been here before." She smiled at him and the man in front of her sighed contently. Getting up to retrieve his scroll and he walked towards the room the patient is in. "The tea should be brewed by now, you should serve it while its hot. After you're done with this patient, you may rest and I shall see you later during dusk."

Two hours was spent on treating the oncoming patients and Master Li Shen had asked her to tend to them as he had some other matters to care about. The patients ranged from having a mild cold to obtaining wounds from their harsh work. The only weird case of the day was surprisingly the one that she woke up to early in the morning. Throughout the treatment process she got to hear what the patients have to say, particularly this old lady with the surname Hwang. "He is a lovely young man you know? He never charges us a single penny and always prepares chrysanthemum tea for me to bring home. Even on the days I am not sick, I could come over just to have a cup of tea with him and talk."

"I see." Y/n replied with her back turned towards the lady as she was preparing the medicated powders for the lady to bring home to her granddaughter. "Does Master Li Shen talk a lot?"

"He does, but not as much as he does for listening." The old lady chuckled, her sign of age disappearing for a moment whenever she smiles. "I was telling him the other day that my granddaughter is almost at the age of maturity. I figured I could introduce them together. It would be nice to get her to marry a physician, especially one who is so good looking and kind like him."

The load of information caught y/n off guard slightly, not being able to properly process it as she did not know him well enough to be a judge of character just yet. She instead, focused on the task at hand, wrapping up the earthly toned powder in a thin piece of brown paper and wrapped it with some thin bamboo strips and turning to face the woman, placing the packed medicine onto the table and sliding it over to her. "I guess marrying your granddaughter to a physician may not be a bad idea afterall." Slender fingers tapped onto the medicine pack. "Mix this with hot water and drink it twice a day. If she does not show any signs of improvement, you may bring her back next week."

After the dismissal of the old lady, y/n walked her out towards the main entrance. Upon arriving at the main entrance, the heavy wooden doors were pushed open and her hands unconsciously held the lady's shoulders, backing her up so she would not get hit by the doors given her poor vision. "Master Li Shen." Y/n greeted the towering man that slotted into the entrance and his eyes glanced over towards y/n, and towards the old lady.

"Y/n, Madam Hwang." A curt nod was accompanied with his greeting and he turned towards the young acolyte of his again. "You may get ready, I can lead Madam Hwang back from here." He extended an arm forward for the old lady to grasp onto.

Y/n was slightly reluctant of course. He had only came back and now he has to leave the premise again just to walk the old lady home. She did wished for him to take a rest before the outing with him later in the late evening. "But Master Li Shen, you had only came back from your trip to--"

"I will be fine y/n." The end of his lips pulled up slightly, revealing a small smile of solace. For a man whom had always been content with their own loneliness, having someone who cares for such a minute detail made him felt acquainted. "I shall send Madam Hwang home and await for you in the courtyard for our outing in a bit. Come Madam Hwang, let's get you home." His tone, amiable towards the senior as he slowly walked her out of the premises. It was at this moment that got the young maiden wondering if Master Li Shen had always been such a warm fellow and he is the total opposite of what the rumours had suggested of his attitude.

The town was much bigger than what she had expected, streets lined with stalls selling various goods, foods and beverages. Lanterns lit up the street in a warm glow, a stark contrast towards the silverish-blue rays of the bright moon for the night. People of all ages flood the street like ants within a colony, busy yet lively. Y/n walked next to Master Li Shen, cautious in herr steps as she does not wish to bump into anyone and cause any trouble.

A kid was shouting something incoherent, the thick accent of his made the dialect sounded like a foreign language. "Watch out." A palm landed onto her shoulders and she was forcefully tugged aside, her other shoulder bumping into something solid and she winced at the interaction. Looking over, y/n noticed Master Li Shen was the one who has his arm around her, a glare sent towards that mischievous kid who charged right towards you earlier. But when he looks down towards the young maiden again, his glare dissipated. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, Master Li Shen, thank you for watching out for me." You bowed slightly, a common courtesy in the olden days to show one's respect to another. His arm around her shoulder dropped and she could feel the heat prickling on her cheeks. Never once, she was touched by a man other than her father. Although the touch does not mean much, it still lingered on her skin.

"You should walk in front of me," she raised an eyebrow at his suggestion. "So you may be safer in this crowd." Nodding her head, she position yourself in front of him and slowly lead him through the crowd, cheeks still burning whenever his chest would accidentally bump into hers due to the crowd flow. The man behind her however, had no issue following behind her, his vision clear given his height difference from the norm. Or so he thought. "You may turn right on the upcoming junction. That should lead us right to the--- y/n?" Looking down, y/n's figure is nowhere to be seen. "Y/n?"

The crowd was too hectic, she had underestimated the crowd flow as she weaved through individuals, totally forgetting the fact she was supposedly accompanied by a giant. Given her small stature, she managed to get past the crowds easily only to find herself lost in a small alley. The darkness loomed over the alley, swallowing everything within its path to blend it within the shadows. Y/n could make out movement from within the shrouded darkness, but it sent goosebumps down her spine. Something does not feel right.

Suddenly, a bony hand reached out from the dark and she cried out as it grabbed onto her arm. The force then started to reel her in, and she could feel her tears surfacing to her eyes, too stunned to fight back. "Let me go!" She shouted in a desperate attempt to flee, head turning towards the crowd to grab someone's attention with her voice. More hands had started to extend from the dark alley to secure her legs and the ends of her dress, ready to drag her into god-knows-what. "HELP---" Another hand slapped itself over her mouth and she was immediately voided of her attempts to free herself as she got dragged into the darkness.

How long has it been? Her eyelids lifted every once in a while, visions went from black to blurred in a few blinks. She was drifting in and out of a state of unconsciousness and her ears could only take in the sounds of someone breathing hard. Her body was jerked back and forth, feet are certainly not on solid ground. But it felt like she was floating?

When y/n managed to snap her eyes open, she shot up while inhaling a breath so sharp it jabbed her lungs. "Careful, you might hurt yourself." The voice got her snapping her head towards the side, seeing Master Li Shen seated next to her, blowing onto the tea cup in his hand. "Here, have some of it. It shall quench your thirst." He handed her the cup that he had blew onto. Sipping onto it, the warm temperature soothes her body immediately.

"What happened?" Y/n asked, placing the tea cup back onto the table and looked at him. The moonlight gleamed through the wax papers of the window sills, an unnatural soft glow coming into the room and lighting his face up just enough to for her to read his expressions, which holds a blank slate. "You just got a little bit of a concussion. Nothing much to worry about." His voice was hushed, cool-headed as always. "You shouldn't have ran off like that, the town is dangerous. Especially for newcomers like you. You're fresh meat alike to them." He then leaned forward with a piece of cloth in his hand. She was too fixated on trying to regain her memories of the happening that she had totally missed out on him wringing out the cloth.

The way she had withdrew herself out of shock halted his movements from reaching his hand out further. He figured it would be best to get her permission before he proceeds. "You have some cuts on your cheek, I am going to clean it for you." So much for asking for her permission, it's more like he is demanding for her face to be served to his treatments. It does make one wonder if he treats all of his patients like this? Demanding.

To Li Shen however, it was more of an act of service. He could care less if someone was found in the state she was in earlier. Finding y/n in the alleyway, strewn on the muddy floor like a puppet as men stood over her, ready to do whatever they had planned to do. Alleys were never known to hold people of high morality and it got Li Shen irked on what he thought they might do to someone so beautiful like y/n. Yes, Li Shen does think of her as a beauty. Hence, he went out of his way to save her. He did managed to save her in one piece, but part of his guilt still troubled him, wishing that he could have stop them from digging their dirty nails onto her skin and causing those scratches and cuts.

"I can do it myself Master Li--" She was paused when he put the wet cloth over her mouth to shush them. He was so close that she could smell the scents of the market she was in earlier. Smells of the sweet tanghulus and freshly made baos, enveloping his usual jasmine-incense musk.

"Please, call me Li Shen from now on. We are quite close in age, there is no need for so much formality." His wet cloth pressed against the cut on the right side of her cheek and she winced in return, cheeks turning the opposite direction due to the stinging pain. "Stay still, it will only hurt a little." His free hand came up, and two fingers were placed under her chin as he turned her head back to face him. His gaze was steady, not on her wound, but staring right into her soul. Those emerald orbs that held a lot of emotions in them, yet she could never seem to read through them.

The tension grew between the both of them, as the staring contest went on. For a moment, she was encaptivated by him, a man so ethereal and smart and mysterious that it makes one want to fall for him. Maybe he is not the same as what the rumours had always suggested. "Li Shen." Her mouth blurted out his name before her brain could even process the emotions and she immediately looked away to hide her embarassment.

When she broke off the eye contact, it got Li Shen to snap out of his own reverie as well. His heart was thumping against his chest when he looked at her a while ago. It was as if the night had gotten longer. She looked ethereal to him too, the shine of the moonlight highlighting her facial features; her big eyes that had always held sincerity in them, soft and plump lips that makes the best smiles and laughters, her long brunette hair that flowed down to her waist, a heart so big that if given the chance to fit everyone in it, she would. She had never changed from the last time he had last seen her.

Li Shen had never really been associated with any females for any romantic relationships. Even when he was introduced to different potential marriage partners, he had never felt the need to be in a relationship. But with y/n, he just knew that it had always been her. Even from young.

"Yes?" It had never felt so right for him to hear her say his name out loud again. But, did she remembered him? Before her last accident? Right before he had left to the city for his physician test? When he had gotten news of her drowning because she fell into a well by accident and only to be awoken to a fresh start for memory collections. Had he ever once popped up in her pretty little head?

He anticipated for her response, trying so hard to not break the ice and to ask her the question he have had the moment he saw her within the candidate pile to be his assistant. However, his anticipation diffused as soon as she answered. "I...I didn't know why I did that. I apologise." Her apology was frowned upon for the wrong reasons, but Li Shen of course, was discreet about it. "I only remembered I blacked out."

"You don't have to know what happened." Li Shen tilted her head back to its initial position and wasted no time in pressing the cloth against her cheek. She hissed this time, biting her lip to stop herself from turning her cheek again and to disrupt his aid. "But you are safe now and that should matter the most." The statement came off to be more bitter than what he had intended to. It was a long awaited sentence. But with the current context of her not even having a slither of memory of him, it hurts him to say it. "The water was mixed with some herbs, it shall promote healing within a couple of days. You had a few cuts on your legs and arms too but I had helped you to apply some medication onto it while you were unconscious just now. I will see you tomorrow morning."

The physician then got up, his height immediately taking up space within her room. She may not know him, but she could tell that he seemed bothered. His sudden change of tone and body language got her curious. Without much thought, she leaned up slightly and grabbed ahold of the ends of his outfit. He stopped in his tracks and turned to look down at her. "I will not run off again next time, Li Shen. I'm sorry for what happened today. And thank you, for saving me." Accompanied with her smile, it only got Li Shen's heart weighing more than ever. The physician only gave her a nod of acknowledgement and sees himself out of her chambers. If only he had never left her from the start, then perhaps, he could have actually saved her.

OKAY BBYGURLS, this is soooooo long overdued because of a writer's block. Lemme know in the comments if this is worth for a part 2 hmmmm :)))

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Invisible | Part 24

Bucky x reader AU

Word Count:5.2k

Warnings: domestic shizzzzz

A/N: only 3 more to go after thisssss

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The soft hum of your laptop filled the quiet apartment, the glow of the screen illuminating the living room in the dim light. You were sitting cross-legged on the plush rug, nestled between Bucky’s legs, his long limbs stretched out lazily across the couch behind you. His head rested lightly against the top of yours, his fingers occasionally brushing your shoulder or running through your hair absentmindedly.

“Okay,” you said, scrolling through the list of houses on the real estate site. “What do we think of this one? Three bedrooms, hardwood floors, a cute little backyard… ooh, a sunroom.”

Bucky leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on your shoulder to get a closer look. His voice was warm and teasing as he said, “I don’t know… does the sunroom mean we’re gonna turn into those people who grow, like, way too many plants?”

"You mean like Wanda?" You laughed, elbowing him gently. “What’s wrong with plants? I think we’d rock the plant-parent life.”

“Sure,” he drawled, smirking. “Until I forget to water them and you have to do a dramatic eulogy for a fern.”

“Honestly, Buck,” you said, shaking your head with a grin. “I’m more worried about you accidentally overwatering them. You’re gonna drown them with too much love.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled, his arms slipping around your shoulders as he leaned back again, pulling you slightly closer. “But the house does look nice. That backyard… you thinking barbecue dinners? Maybe a couple of Adirondack chairs?”

You tilted your head back to look up at him, your grin widening. “You’ve been looking up Pinterest boards again, haven’t you?”

He feigned offense, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’d never, my design inspiration is completely original.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, nudging him. “You want to talk about how you tried to convince me that ‘industrial chic’ means leaving random pipes exposed?”

“Baby,” he said, laughing. “That was one time! And in my defense, I thought it looked cool.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Well, maybe you should pick the barbecue, and I’ll handle the interiors.”

Bucky nodded solemnly, his hands lightly massaging your shoulders. “Deal. But I’m putting up those little fairy lights in the backyard, that’s non-negotiable missy.”

“Fairy lights,” you echoed, smiling. “Okay..”

You scrolled to the next listing, and Bucky’s hands moved to cradle your face, tilting your head back so he could press a kiss to your temple. “You know,” he murmured, his voice low and full of affection, “this—just sitting here, planning our life together—feels like everything I’ve ever wanted, I can't believe how long it took for me to get out of my head because this, here with you, just even planning this is everything, I can't imagine when we actually have it, i think i'll explode.."

Your chest tightened with warmth, and you reached up to rest a hand on his arm. “It doesn't feel real, I feel like someones going to come and take this all away from me”

His thumb rubbed your cheek "No one will ever take you from me, I'm not going anywhere darlin'"

For a moment, you both sat there, the glow of the laptop forgotten as you basked in the simplicity of the moment. Then Bucky broke the silence with a playful grin. “Okay, but seriously, do you think the sunroom could fit a pool table?”

You groaned, laughing as you turned back to the screen. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he teased, kissing the top of your head.

As the scrolling continued, you stopped abruptly, your finger hovering over the touchpad. “Wait. Wait. Babe, look at this one,” you said, your voice suddenly tinged with excitement.

Bucky leaned forward, his arms tightening around your shoulders as he peered at the screen. “Three bedrooms,” he read aloud. “Two and a half baths… oooh, a wraparound porch?”

“And a backyard big enough for a garden and a barbecue setup!” you added, your voice rising with enthusiasm. “It even has those big bay windows in the living room—imagine how much light we’d get, we would save on power!!" You squeeked

Bucky’s brows lifted as he studied the pictures. “Doll, this is it. This is the house.”

You tilted your head back to look at him, your eyes wide. “Do you really think so? Like, we’re both imagining living there, right? Sitting on that porch with coffee, having Sunday breakfasts in that dining nook—”

“—Throwing those Pinterest-worthy barbecues in the backyard,” Bucky added, grinning. “You planting a ridiculous number of flowers I can’t name but ill love them all just the same because its you.”

You let out a laugh, your heart racing as the possibilities unfolded in your mind. “It’s perfect,” you whispered

Bucky gently took the laptop from you, placing it on the coffee table. Then, he turned your body slightly so you were facing him more fully. “Hey,” he said softly, cupping your face with his hands. His blue eyes searched yours, his expression filled with that mix of love and certainty that always left you breathless. “Are we really doing this? Finding a home? Building our life?”

You nodded, unable to keep the wide smile off your face. “Yeah, Bucky. We’re really doing this.”

He pulled you into a hug, his chin resting on the top of your head as he held you tightly. “I can’t wait,” he murmured. “To build all of it with you. The house, the backyard, the family. Everything.”

Your heart swelled, and you closed your eyes, savoring the moment. “I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you more,” he replied instantly, his lips brushing against your temple.

You both sat there for a moment, holding each other, until Bucky pulled back slightly, his trademark smirk creeping onto his face. “Okay, we gotta call the realtor before someone else snags this place.”

“Oh my God, you’re right!” you exclaimed, scrambling to grab the laptop. “Where’s her contact info?”

Bucky reached over to help, scrolling until he found the agent’s number. “Here. We’ll call tomorrow, first thing, don’t think she’d appreciate a call at 12:32 in the morning.”

“First thing,” you agreed, grinning. “And if it’s still available, we’re setting up a showing as soon as we can, okay?”

Bucky gave a dramatic fist pump. “I’ll even wear my best henley for the occasion.”

You burst out laughing. “Your ‘best henley? Is that the one without the hole in the elbow?”

“Exactly,” he said, deadpan. “Gotta dress to impress, baby.”

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It was still dark when you and Bucky slid into the car, thermoses of coffee in hand and the GPS set for Boston. The realtor had scheduled the showing for mid-morning, and while it felt strange to take a day off work, the anticipation buzzing between you made it worth it.

Bucky glanced over at you as he started the car, his blue eyes bright even in the dim light. “You ready for this?”

You smiled, leaning your head against the headrest. “More than ready. What about you?”

He grinned. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. Except…you.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, and you reached over to rest your hand on his. “You’re getting really good at this whole sweet-talking thing, Barnes.”

“Just stating the facts,” he quipped, giving your hand a squeeze before focusing back on the road.

The drive flew by in a blur of shared playlists, coffee-fueled jokes, and a stop at a diner for breakfast. By the time you arrived in Boston, the sun was high in the sky, and the crisp fall air carried a hint of excitement.

The house stood at the end of a quiet, tree-lined street. It was everything you’d imagined—quaint but spacious, with a charming wraparound porch and a front yard that begged for flower beds.

The realtor, a cheerful woman named Susan, greeted you warmly at the door. “It’s even better in person, isn’t it?” she said, gesturing toward the house.

“It really is,” you murmured, your heart thudding in your chest as you stepped inside.

The moment you entered the house, you knew it was special. The hardwood floors gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the bay windows, and the open layout felt both cozy and expansive.

“This is… perfect,” you whispered, your voice filled with awe.

Bucky was already wandering toward the living room, his eyes lighting up as he imagined the possibilities. “We could put the couch here,” he said, gesturing toward the window. “And maybe a record player in the corner.”

You followed him, your excitement growing with every step. The kitchen was next, with its wide countertops and modern appliances. “This is where I’ll burn pancakes,” you joked, running your fingers over the marble island.

“Correction,” Bucky said, leaning against the counter with a smirk. “This is where I’ll save breakfast after you burn the pancakes.”

You swatted his arm playfully, laughing. “Fair enough.”

The backyard was the final stop—a spacious, fenced-in area with plenty of room for a garden, a barbecue setup, and maybe even a hammock.

Bucky turned to you, his expression soft but determined. “I can see it, you know. Us, here.”

Your throat tightened with emotion as you nodded. “Me too.”

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The drive back to New York was filled with an electric kind of energy. The house had exceeded all your expectations, and neither of you could stop talking about it.

“What about the guest room?” you asked, scrolling through the photos Susan had emailed you. “We could turn it into an office.”

“Or a nursery,” Bucky said casually, glancing over at you with a mischievous smile.

Your heart flipped, but you managed to keep your voice steady. “Nursery, huh?”

He shrugged, his grin widening. “You know, for the future. Way in the future.”

You laughed, leaning back in your seat. “Let’s start with putting in an offer, maybe packing, and then we can talk about future plans.”

That evening, after hours of discussing every detail, you and Bucky made the call to Susan. By the end of the day, the offer was in, now all that was left to do was wait.

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“Think they’ll be happy for us? Y’know if we get it?” you asked softly, staring at your reflection in the mirror. “Even with Natasha and Steve hating me?”

Bucky wrapped his arms around you from behind, his warmth instantly grounding you. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, his lips brushing against your hair. “Sweet girl, they could never hate you,” he murmured, his voice steady and soothing. “It’s all gonna be okay, okay? We’re gonna get it.”

You leaned back into his chest, his reassurance wrapping around you like a blanket. But the ache of uncertainty still lingered. “I don’t know,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Everything feels so… fragile right now.”

Bucky shifted slightly, turning you in his arms so you were facing him. His hands settled at your waist, holding you securely as his blue eyes searched yours. “Fragile doesn’t mean broken,” he said gently. “It just means we’ve gotta handle it with care, and we can do that.”

A small, involuntary smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “When did you get so wise?”

His mouth curved into a smirk, his thumbs brushing soft circles against your sides. “Been spending too much time with Sam, I guess. The guy’s annoyingly full of wisdom.”

You let out a small laugh, the sound lighter than you’d expected. Bucky leaned down, resting his forehead against yours, his gaze unwavering.

“Sweetheart, listen to me,” he said softly, his tone serious but tender. “Nat and Steve don’t hate you. They’re just dealing with their own stuff right now. And that’s okay. It doesn’t change us. You and me? We’re solid. No matter what.”

His words seeped into you, slowly easing the tension in your chest. You took a shaky breath, nodding. “You’re right, we're solid" You repeated

“Damn straight we are,” he said, his lips quirking into that familiar playful grin that always made your heart flutter. “Now, you ready to show off that gorgeous smile at Sam’s party? Or do I need to give you another pep talk?”

You swatted at his chest, laughing despite yourself. “I think I’m good, but… I’ve been thinking…”

His brow lifted, the grin turning mischievous. “Uh oh, that’s never good.”

“Bucky!” you protested, shoving his chest lightly. But then your expression turned more serious, and his teasing softened instantly as he waited for you to speak. “I don’t want to tell anyone about this yet. About the move, the house… any of it. Not tonight.”

He tilted his head, watching you carefully. “Okay,” he said, his voice gentle. “Why not?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t want to jinx anything, because if we don't get it…. and I don’t want to deal with anyone saying it’s too fast or that we’re rushing into this. My anxiety’s already—”

“Hey,” he interrupted softly, his hand reaching up to cup your face. “You’re babbling again.”

Your lips parted, but he leaned in, capturing your words with a kiss that melted away your spiraling thoughts. His lips moved against yours, slow and deliberate, until you sighed into him and let yourself relax.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours again, his thumb tracing along your cheek. “Whatever you want, baby. I follow your lead. Always. You have me wherever you want me.”

Your chest tightened, but this time it wasn’t from anxiety. It was from the overwhelming love you felt for the man in front of you. You nodded, whispering, “Thank you.”

“And for the record,” he added, his lips brushing against your cheek, “I’ve known you for over 21 years. If anything, we moved too slow.” His voice was full of affection, teasing but entirely sincere.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling out of you as he took your hand and started dragging you toward the door. “Too slow?” you teased. “Says the guy who took years to tell me he was in love with me?”

“Exactly!” he quipped, shooting you a grin over his shoulder. “We’re making up for lost time now. Let’s go, sweetheart.”

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The bar buzzed with life, the usual chatter and music filling the air, but for you, it was bittersweet. Sam was leaving in less than 36 hours, and it felt like the beginning of the end of an era. You walked in with Bucky, his hand resting at the small of your back, a comforting presence amid the unease brewing in your chest.

The booth was full when you arrived. Sam was at the center, his wide grin lighting up the space, while Wanda and Natasha sat on either side of him. Steve leaned back in his usual corner spot, sipping from a beer and keeping his gaze fixed on the table.

“There they are!” Sam bellowed, his face lighting up as he spotted you. He made his way over, pulling you into a tight hug. “My favorite troublemakers. Took you long enough.”

“Traffic,” Bucky deadpanned, earning a snort from Sam.

You laughed, shaking your head, “Nice to see you too Sam”, you gave him a quick hug before Bucky slide into the booth and pulling you in next to him.

“You okay?” Bucky murmured, his hand resting on your knee.

You nodded, though your grip on your glass tightened. “Yeah. Just nervous.”

The drinks came quickly, and the group settled into a rhythm of laughter and conversation. But even as the jokes flew and stories from years of friendship resurfaced, the cracks in the group dynamic were impossible to ignore.

Steve barely spoke, his smile strained. Natasha was quieter than usual, her eyes darting between you and Steve. You could feel Bucky watching you, his hand squeezing your thigh under the table as if to ground you.

After a while, Sam cleared his throat, his usual lightheartedness giving way to something more serious. “Alright, listen up,” he said, setting down his glass. “I leave in like 34 hours, and I can’t have my family falling apart before I’m even gone.”

The table fell silent, all eyes on him.

Sam turned to Wanda. “You’re coming with me to the bar to get another round. Shots, wings, whatever looks good.”

Wanda blinked but stood, grabbing her purse. “Alright, let’s go, Wilson.”

Before leaving, Sam pointed at the rest of you. “Nat, you need to talk to Y/N. Steve, you’re talking to Bucky. I mean it—figure your shit out before I get back. I need all my children to be okay before I leave, or I’ll never be able to live with myself.”

Natasha scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re not that much older than us.”

“Emotionally? A lifetime,” Sam retorted, walking off with Wanda.

Your glance flicked to Natasha, who sat stiffly across the room, her expression unreadable. She caught your eye and sighed heavily before standing, jerking her head toward a quieter corner of the bar. “Let’s get this over with,” she muttered.

Your nerves tightened, but you nodded, following her to the edge of the dimly lit room. The ambient noise of laughter and conversation faded, leaving just the two of you. Natasha crossed her arms, her gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder.

“So,” you started hesitantly, your voice quieter than you intended, “I guess we’re doing this.”

She sighed again, her shoulders sagging slightly. “Look, I’m sorry. For what I said. About you and Steve. About… everything.”

The apology caught you off guard, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at her. Natasha rarely apologized—she was the type to let actions speak louder than words. But here she was, standing awkwardly in front of you, making the effort.

“You really hurt me, Nat,” you said softly, the vulnerability in your voice surprising even yourself. “All I wanted was advice about Bucky, and you shut me down. And then you told me—”

“I know,” she interrupted, her tone sharper now. “I know what I said. I was angry and… jealous.”

The word hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Natasha bit her lip, her eyes darting away from yours before she finally continued, her voice quieter. “I’ve been carrying this around for years, Y/N. Watching Steve love you when I…” She trailed off, taking a deep breath to steady herself. “When I didn’t know how to stop feeling the same way. It’s not your fault. I know that. But it doesn’t make it easier.”

The weight of her confession hit you hard, your chest tightening with guilt and sorrow. “Nat, I didn’t ask for this. I never wanted to hurt you—or Steve—or anyone.”

Her gaze snapped back to yours, her eyes full of conflicting emotions. “I know,” she said, her voice breaking slightly. “But it still happened. And I’m still figuring out how to deal with it.”

You hesitated before reaching out to touch her arm gently. “What do we do now? I don’t want to lose you.”

Natasha’s jaw worked as she fought to contain her emotions, her arms tightening across her chest before finally dropping to her sides. “I don’t think you ever could,” she admitted, her voice softer. “But I need some time. Time to figure out my shit without dragging you into it. And when I do… I’d be honored if you’d still want to be by my side.”

Relief and emotion surged through you, making your voice tremble as you said, “I’d love nothing more.”

Her lips curved into a small, tentative smile, the tension in her shoulders easing just slightly. “Good,” she said, her tone lighter now. “Now get over here. We haven’t hugged in a week, and I’m starting to feel myself deteriorating.”

You laughed, the sound breaking the tension like a fresh breeze. “God forbid,” you teased, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around her tightly.

Natasha held on just as firmly, her hand squeezing your shoulder. “We’re gonna be okay, right?” she said, her voice quieter, steadier. “It’ll just take time.”

You pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “We will. Promise.”

She nodded, brushing a strand of hair out of her face before gesturing toward the rest of the group. “Now come on, before Sam makes us cry in front of everyone with his goodbye speech.”

You laughed again, wiping at the corner of your eye. “Too late for that.”

Steve nursed his beer, his grip tightening slightly around the bottle as Bucky turned to him. “So,” Bucky began, his tone steady but probing, “wanna tell me what’s been eating at you?”

Steve glanced at him, his jaw working. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, tilting his head like he wasn’t buying it. “Come on, man. I’m not blind. You’ve been acting off all night. Just say it.”

Steve sighed heavily, leaning back against the booth. He ran a hand through his hair, his expression tired. “Fine. I ran into Y/N earlier this week,” he admitted, his voice low. “And yeah, I said some things. I know you already know what I said, Buck.”

Bucky’s shoulders stiffened, but he kept his voice calm and measured. “Enlighten me.”

Steve gave him a reluctant glance, his guilt obvious. “I told her she shouldn’t be with you.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened at the words, a flash of irritation crossing his face, but he said nothing, waiting for Steve to continue.

“And that she should be with me,” Steve added, his tone almost a whisper. “I was out of line, Buck. I knew the second the words left my mouth that I shouldn’t have said them. You’ve always been her guy. Always. I don’t know what the hell’s been wrong with me these last few months. I guess I’ve been holding onto something that was never mine to begin with.”

The tension between them was palpable. Steve looked down, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry, man. You’ve been my best friend since forever, and I let my own shit get in the way of that. That’s not fair to you, or her.”

Bucky studied him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he nodded, his voice soft but firm. “Apology accepted.”

Steve looked up, relief flickering in his eyes. He took a sip of his beer, leaning back with a small, self-deprecating laugh. “You’re good for each other, Buck. Always have been. Don’t do anything stupid..”

Bucky’s lips twitched into a faint smile, the tension between them easing slightly. “Not planning to.”

Just then, you appeared at the edge of the table, your smile hesitant. “Hi,” you said softly.

Bucky’s attention shifted to you instantly, his eyes softening. “You okay?”

You nodded. “I was wondering if I could talk to Stevie for a minute. Alone, is that okay?”

Bucky hesitated for a moment, glancing between the two of you, but then he stood, giving you a reassuring smile. “I’ll go make sure Sam’s not getting just hot wings again. God forbid we try anything else,” he joked lightly, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before walking toward the bar where Sam, Natasha, and Wanda were gathered.

As soon as he was gone, you slid into the seat across from Steve, your hands fidgeting on the table. You opened your mouth to speak, then closed it again, trying to find the right words.

Steve chuckled, though there was little humor in it. “I must’ve really messed up if I made you speechless.”

You gave him a faint smile, but your expression was serious. “You did,” you admitted. “But I’m not here to rehash all of that. I’m here because… I don’t want this to ruin everything.”

Steve’s brow furrowed, his guilt clear in his eyes. “Y/N, I—”

“Let me finish,” you interrupted gently. “What you said… it hurt. It made me question everything for a second, but then I realized something. You’ve been my friend, my rock, for so long, Steve. And I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose you.”

Steve looked down, his fingers tapping against the table. “I don’t want to lose you either,” he said softly. “I just—God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Seeing you happy with Bucky… it’s like I’m happy for you, but there’s this selfish part of me that keeps thinking, ‘What if?’ And I hate that part of me.”

You reached across the table, resting your hand over his. “Steve, I never wanted to hurt you. But you have to let this go. Bucky is my person. He always has been. But you? You’re my family. That’s never going to change.”

Steve nodded slowly, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I’ll get there,” he said quietly. “It’s just going to take me some time.”

You squeezed his hand. “Take all the time you need. Just… don’t shut me out, okay?”

His lips twitched into a small smile. “Deal.”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, the tension easing slightly. Then Steve smirked faintly, his usual humor slipping back into his tone. “Guess I should be thanking Buck for taking you off my hands. You’ve been a handful since we were kids.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “And you’ve been a pain in my ass just as long.”

Across the bar, Bucky caught your eye and raised his glass in a small, questioning gesture. You smiled and gave him a thumbs-up, letting him know everything was okay.

Steve followed your gaze, his smile softening. “He’s a good guy,” he said. “You two are going to be fine.”

You nodded. “Yeah. We will be.”

Steve raised his beer. “To new beginnings?”

You clinked your glass of cider against his. “To new beginnings.”

As the conversation lightened, Bucky returned to the table, sliding in beside you and resting a protective arm around your shoulders. “Everything good?”

Steve nodded, his smile genuine this time. “Yeah. Everything’s good.”

When Sam returned, the tension had eased slightly, but the cracks in the group still lingered, waiting to be mended. Sam clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder, as everyone slid in the booth his grin wide. “Well? Did we fix it?”

“We did,” Bucky smiled and nodded at Steve as they clinked their beers together.

Sam raised his beer. “To figuring our shit out. And to the best damn family I could ask for.”

Everyone raised their glasses, the moment bittersweet. Sam’s departure loomed, but for now, you were all together, trying to rebuild the bonds that had frayed.

The bar was buzzing with energy, the kind of Friday night chaos that made everything feel alive. You were crammed into the usual booth with Bucky by your side, his arm casually draped over your shoulders, and everyone else filling the space with laughter and noise. Sam sat at the center, soaking in the moment with his trademark grin. Tonight was about him, and for once, he seemed content to be the focus.

“Alright, who’s up for darts?” Sam said, holding up a set of darts he’d grabbed from the bar. “One last chance to embarrass yourselves before I leave.”

“I’m in,” Natasha said immediately, sliding out of the booth. “And don’t think for a second I’ll go easy on you just because you’re leaving.”

“You’ve never gone easy on me,” Sam shot back. “Which is why I’ll be kicking your ass tonight.”

Wanda stood, rolling her eyes playfully. “Let me get in on this. I need to show you amateurs how it’s done.”

Bucky nudged you. “You playing?”

You shook your head with a laugh. “I’m good. I’d rather watch everyone else embarrass themselves.”

Steve stood too, grabbing the last spot on the roster. “Someone has to keep it respectable,” he said, smirking.

The game started off friendly enough, with plenty of jeers and laughter as the group took turns missing shots or landing impossibly good ones. But as the rounds went on and the drinks flowed, the competitive edge started to sharpen. Natasha and Sam were neck-and-neck, with Wanda trailing just behind, and Steve hovering somewhere in the middle.

“Alright, final round,” Sam declared, his eyes gleaming. “Winner takes all.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes, gripping her dart like a weapon. “Prepare to lose, Wilson.”

Sam threw his first dart and landed a bullseye, throwing his hands up in triumph. “What did I say? Perfect form.”

Natasha rolled her shoulders, stepping up to the line. Her first dart landed just outside the bullseye, and her second was a near miss. By the time her third dart went wild, Sam was grinning like he’d already won.

“Choke city!” he crowed, earning groans and laughter from the group.

Natasha’s face twisted in mock frustration. “You’re insufferable.”

As Wanda stepped up for her turn, Steve leaned against the table, watching with mild amusement. “You okay over there, Nat?” he teased.

Natasha shot him a glare. “Don’t push it, Rogers.”

The game ended with Sam winning, of course, and his victory lap consisted of strutting around the bar while everyone booed and threw napkins at him. “You’re all just jealous,” he said, basking in the attention.

It was all fun and games until someone brought up another round. A casual remark about who owed drinks spiraled into an argument about who always skipped out on paying the tab. Natasha and Steve exchanged sharp words, and Sam and Bucky started debating who was the real cheapskate of the group.

“Steve never tips the bartender enough!” Natasha snapped.

“That’s because I don’t order a new drink every five minutes like you do!” Steve fired back.

“Oh, like you’ve never milked a single beer all night,” Sam added, smirking.

“Hey!” Steve pointed a finger at Sam. “Don’t drag me into this.”

“You’re already in it!” Bucky laughed, his voice loud over the commotion. “And for the record, Nat, you still owe me from last time.”

“You owe me!” Natasha shot back, her voice raising.

“What about me?” Wanda interjected, arms crossed. “I’m pretty sure I’ve covered half your tabs this year.”

It was ridiculous, juvenile, and completely in character for all of you. But then Natasha said something snarky about Bucky always forgetting his wallet, and you couldn’t help but jump in to defend him. That spiraled into a chaotic mess of voices, everyone shouting over each other until Sam finally let out a piercing whistle.

“Enough!” he yelled, silencing the table. He looked at each of you, shaking his head. “You know what I’m gonna miss the most about this group? How absolutely dysfunctional you all are.”

The tension broke with laughter, the argument dissolving as quickly as it had started. Wanda grabbed a tray of shots from a passing waiter, setting them down in the middle of the table. “Alright, truce,” she declared. “Everyone, grab one.”

You all raised your glasses, and Sam grinned, holding his high. “To this crazy, messy family. I love you all, even when you drive me nuts.”

“To Sam,” you all echoed, clinking glasses and throwing back the shots.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter and nostalgia. As the bar began to thin out, the reality of Sam leaving started to sink in. One by one, everyone said their goodbyes.

Natasha hugged him tight, whispering something in his ear that made him smile. Wanda promised to visit, and Steve gave him a long, firm handshake that spoke volumes.

When it was your turn, you wrapped your arms around him, holding him a little longer than usual. “I’m so proud of you, Sam,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “But I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he said, squeezing you back. “But don’t worry. You’re stuck with me. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Bucky clapped him on the back, pulling him into a quick hug. “Don’t be a stranger, Wilson. And don’t forget—next time you’re in town, darts rematch. I’m taking you down.”

Sam grinned. “You wish, Barnes.”

As Sam walked out of the bar for the last time as a local, the group lingered by the door, watching him go.

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sumthinganarchy · 5 days ago

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found some old line art, and it got me hella inspired. so now were doing a series of drawings as we watch adventure time again, but with cookie run characters ov lol, spisficaly cookie run line/ kakao cookies (for nostalgia reasons).

this first one takes heavy inspiration from this drawing by @/popobana .

we have some ideas already, but we don't know how much will do:

tiger lily w/ Susan Strong (unless we get other ideas), wind archer w/ fern (or huntress wizard idk), fire spirit w/ flame princes, and knight cookie w/ finn (or maybe gingerbrave just cus they share a va). this is all the ideas we have for now.

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yall-batman-fanfic · 2 months ago

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The Dark Side of Academia | Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician ft. Poison Ivy

Synopsis: Inspired by Harley Quinn Season 5 Episode 2. Vivian crosses paths with Poison Ivy when she was brought to Gotham University by an ambitious scientist to be part of their research as Dr. Pamela Isley. In their time there, Poison Ivy comes across a man who Vivian shares a disdain towards.

There are three things that Vivian would welcome as a surprise when she comes to work.

Her adopted children, who would always drop by at her place of work whenever they could.

Her husband, who would try to join her for lunch at the cafeteria despite her telling him how impractical it was for him to drive all the way from Wayne Enterprise to see her. But she loved the effort anyway and would make the time to go to his place of work too.

And crime. Gotham crime.

As a tenured professor at GU and as a tenured Gothamite---yes, she's earned that title now too---finding some costumed criminals or a crime organization taking over GU for their personal agenda is normal.

Quite a high bar, if she was asked. But when she came to Metropolis University, the bars of her encountering any of those, especially the last one, was slim, so when she saw Gotham's notorious eco-terrorist walking the halls of the campus, Vivian couldn't help but hide behind the wall and hope that Poison Ivy did not notice her.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

She needs to call Bruce!

Shit, she forgot. He's off-world now.

Shit!

“Professor Vivian Pryor, what a surprise!” Vivian jumped at the sudden greeting of Lena Luthor.

“Ms. Luthor, hi,” Vivian greeted, fixing herself. “I wasn't… I wasn't expecting you here.”

“But I just saw you just now, I was about to call for you but then you hid behind the wall,” said Lena.

“Right. Sorry, but I thought I saw a familiar face, that's all. I needed to be sure,” Vivian laughed, making up an excuse.

“Oh, I think I know who it was you saw,” Lena reached to her side and pulled up the person that had Vivian panicking. “Professor Pryor, I'm sure you know Poison Ivy---also known as Dr. Pamela Isley.”

Vivian couldn't believe it, it was really Poison Ivy standing there, wearing clothes and not fern. Her red hair still had a couple of flowers, her skin green, but she looked more civil and non-lethal. But Vivian knew that Poison Ivy could still be dangerous, especially with the presence of plants.

“Ivy, I'm sure you know one of Gotham's celebrities---Professor Vivian Pryor-Wayne,” said Lena.

Ivy folded her arms over her chest and fave Vivian a look that says she didn't like her one bit. “Yeah, I do.”

“And I've read so much about you, Dr. Isley,” Vivian added.

“It's Poison Ivy. I don't go by that anymore.”

“I see. Dr. Ivy, then?”

“Just Ivy. Why? Do you want me to keep calling you Professor?”

“No, Vivian's fine… but, you might want me to---never mind. It's nice to meet you here. In a place of academia, and not running from plants in Gotham.”

An awkward silence came between the two women and Lena stepped up to clear the air between them. “Professor Pryor was called here to consult on one of Metropolis University's studies on Alchemy---they're trying to decode some old journal---and who better to do that than the country's renowned Symbologiest and Iconologist, right?

“Really? I was in the impression that all you know are pictures and stories,” Ivy stated.

That struck a nerve. This time it was Vivian who crossed her arms over her chest, “There are alchemical symbols that never came to record. I studied runes, hieroglyphics, and---as stated in my resume---symbology. That includes alchemy. I even wrote my bachelor's thesis based on the unidentified and dead Alchemical symbols found on Strauss’ notebook---and translated it too.”

Another tense silence.

Ah, the not-so-rivalry-rather-tension between STEM and HUMSS in academia.

Self-important-bitch, Ivy thought.

Egotistical-assholes, Vivian didn't say but her face did.

“Right, well, I'll just give Ivy a tour of the campus. I do hope we could catch up later, Professor,” said Lena Luthor.

“We'll see. See you both around,” Vivian left.

~ * ~

“Say that again,” Dick said.

Right after running into Poison Ivy, Vivian went straight to the courtyard of the campus and made a call to the next person she could talk to whenever Batman was off-world with the Justice League.

“Dick,” Vivian sighed. “I ran into Poison Ivy in MU. She was with Lena Luthor and I think they have this research, I don't know. Got anything about that? Anything fishy?”

“Can't say, Luthor's really not in our jurisdiction, you know… That's mainly the big S’ turf, but I'll look into it. Maybe Kara knows something. She tends to know something.”

“Thanks, kiddo.”

“How long are you going to be there?”

“How long is Bruce going to be on that research trip to the forest?”

“Can't say, but you can't seriously think about staying there until he gets back, right? Wouldn't want to lose you to shiny Metropolis, Viv,” he laughed.

“Don't worry, as much as I like seeing streets without blood or motor oil or whatever that is on Gotham's pavement that is a mix of vomit, piss, and shit… I'd rather spend a day locking my bullet-proof doors than have Superman use my car as a battering ram against some alien.”

“Glad to see that you'd prefer Gotham's crazy than Metropolis.”

“Yeah, well…” Vivin trailed off as she found Poison Ivy walking out of the building looking pale and shaken. “That's just the Gothamite in me, you know. Hey, kiddo, I gotta go. Call me back?”

“Sure thing. I'll also tell Tim about this too. Bye, Mama Bird.”

Ending the call, Vivian hid her phone before she approached Ivy who was pacing around the area, the plans were all growing wildly around her too.

“Ivy?” Vivian cautiously came close.

“Holy shit!” Ivy jumped and almost had vines attacking Vivian if it weren't for the woman realizing who it was. “Shit, shit, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to do that.”

“No, it's okay,” Vivian did not dare move as the sharp and thorned vines were near her neck and her arteries. “Do you want some coffee? I was about to get one myself and I saw you out here all… as much as people market it to amp you up all night, it calms my nerves actually.”

Ivy sighed and had the vines return to the plants around them. “Yeah… I guess coffee is a good idea.”

~ * ~

Maybe she shouldn’t be surprised that she was having coffee with Poison Ivy when Vivian did just share mimosas with Harley on a yacht to freaking Greece a couple of years ago. But she was. Poison Ivy has always been one of Batman’s recurring villains whose goals are not entirely evil but her plans to do it are considered to be. Even Swamp Thing thinks so to. The Swamp treasures all life, not just the Green.

As they sat in a more private place in the cafe drinking coffee and having slices of cakes, Vivian tried to look past through the many times Poison Ivy had Gotham hostaged into one of her plans—and almost had her trapped in her schemes—and see the person who was having a panic attack right after seeing something that spooked her.

Before she was Poison Ivy she was Dr. Pamela Isley, a scientist, and someone who was also in Academia. Just like her.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Vivian asked. “Or do you just want to have coffee and distract yourself from it…”

Ivy sighed. “Did you ever do something that you regretted? Not like buying some Prada shoes that you’d never wear, but really, really, regret it so much because it changed your life.”

“Well, I can’t say I’ve regretted buying Prada, and I rarely buy from Prada. I like things in the department store that’s prices aren’t always three-to-four figures,” Vivian chuckled. “But yeah, I’ve done some things in my past that I really, really hate and I think things would have been different if I didn’t do it.”

“Like what? Moving to Gotham? I know that you lived in Liverpool and that you got into GU through the Martha Wayne Foundation. A long way from home if you ask me.”

“I have my reasons… I guess, yeah, if I hadn’t gone to Gotham my life would have been different. I wouldn’t be here, teaching, with a successful career. I wouldn’t have met my husband and I would have my family now. But that’s not what I was referring to.”

“What—got involved with your professor or something?” Ivy leaned back on her seat, her arms folded.

“I did but not that… It happened when I was much younger, before I came to Gotham. I was going through some things when I was a teenager, and something happened that almost drove me to insanity, and it drove me to leave Liverpool and start somewhere far away and where I can have a good start. I’d rather not say what it is, but I know what you mean…

“If it didn’t happen, I wouldn’t have this life now. I’m happy but there are things that I wonder if it didn’t happen, what now? Would I still have gone to Gotham or would I have just stayed in Liverpool and still be with that ex. But I have no regrets of going here, even if I’ve had more than my fair share of Gotham’s crazy.”

Ivy sighed. “I saw someone back there who… let’s just say was part of my “villain origin story”,” she rolled her eyes at that. “I was under his tutelage, and we were a thing. It was against every ethical shit there is, but we made it work. I looked up to him—fuck, I even loved him…

“He was about to lose his grant because he’s done nothing original and wasn’t doing anything at all for his career. Then he saw my work and he tried to steal it. Long story short, after I tried to beat the crap out of him, he locked me in a lab with poison from my own work, I had to resort to using my own formulas to save myself and turned myself to this.

“I tried telling everyone about that really happened, but he was right… no one listened. I lost my credibility, my career, and my life. I lost everything then.”

“I am so sorry, Ivy… I don’t think I can even imagine that. What happened to you is awful,” Vivian held her hand. “I never knew. All I knew about Dr. Pamela Isley from GU was that, she was a student there, then there’s this accident and now you’re a…”

“Eco-terrorist?” Ivy chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”

“If it’s okay, may I know who this man is?”

“I’m sure you’ve met him a couple of times now—actually, you did. You both were on that documentary on some plant that Harley got you and the Bats to go with her and get it.”

“Hold on, you don't mean…”

“Dr. Jason Woodrue.”

That fucker?

Vivian scoffed. “Why am I even surprised? But, fuck!”

Ivy raised a brow at her. She wasn’t expecting Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes Mrs. Wayne has a dirty mouth. “I guess you didn’t have a good experience with him?”

“He tries to get into every woman’s pants during that shoot. He’s a total creep,” Vivian said in a hush tone. “I know that I should have done something but there are things that even money or the Wayne name can’t do… I was just lucky that my husband is this hulking guy who kept him away from me between shoots. Academia isn’t always this pristine and non-political as it seems.”

“You have no idea,” Ivy laughed.

“Please don’t tell me that you're going to work here—I assume you’re here to work on something since you’re here with Lena Luthor.”

“Yeah, I’m going to do environmental-urban research under the Luthor Grant, but it also means I have to work with Jason Woodrue.”

“Why here? Why travel here and not at Gotham?”

This time Ivy raised a brow. “I don’t think the Wayne Foundation is going to give me a lab and freaking funding.”

“In our defense, you don’t really have a good track record lately…”

“And how about the fact that you’re also into deep shit with the Batman?” Ivy raised a brow. “I know, Harley told me about it. How you and the Bat are close, and that you have magic.”

Vivian sighed. Damn you, Harley. “She told you, huh.”

“Yeah.”

“He’s a good friend. Trust me. Like, a really, really good friend.”

“Uh-huh.”

“But really, Dr. Isley, after talking to you now, I think we could give you a shot. It would mean me battling other members of the Wayne Foundation board but I’d try to get you that—as long as your plans don’t involve destroying human life.”

“No promises… Thanks for this, this really helps.”

“Does Harley know—is she here by the way?”

“She’s at our apartment—did you know that property tax here is freaking murder?”

“Please, the many times I’d hear Bruce and Lucius whine about the taxes that Wayne Tower has to pay, I could buy a freaking house in Gotham Central with those rates.”

Ivy laughed, really laughed. Vivian never thought she would ever see Ivy do something like that. “It’s nice, talking to someone who understands. I know that Harley is my girlfriend but Academia wasn’t really her thing, you know?”

“You don’t always have to forgive. You can just move on from something and never forgive them… I know how hard it is to ever forgive someone.”

Ivy frowned. “I know about the miscarriage and Two-Face. I’m not always a horrible person, so I’m sorry about that, Professor Pryor.”

Vivian smiled. Reaching for her locket–the one that Jason gave her–Vivian took out one of the flattened dandelions inside and gave it to Ivy. “This is from the garden where we buried my daughter. I keep a fresh one with me at all times. It help me remember that she wasn’t a tragedy. There was happiness. We were happy to know that there was a possibility.”

Ivy accepted the dried plant and brought it back to life and turned it to a dandelion flower again. “Thanks, I think I can face him now and we’ll see if this can work. If it doesn’t I can also have Harley bash his brains out.”

“Please don’t.”

~ * ~

She fucked up. Well, she thinks she fucked up.

The following day, Vivian was met by a newspaper headline saying: JASON WOODRUE DIES AFTER A FREAK ACCIDENT. Before she could even make a call, Dick was already calling her.

“You saw?” Dick asked her.

“I did. And I think I just fucked up.”

“How? I’m headed to Metropolis now with Damian.”

She told them about her talk with Ivy, who Jason Woodrue was to Dr. Pamela Isley, her origin story. But they already knew how she became Poison Ivy, just not the entire picture of it. “Then I told her that she doesn’t have to forgive him, that she can just move on.”

“So, her moving on means killing her toxic-ex?” Dick said.

“I DON’T KNOW!” Vivian sighed. “I feel kind of responsible, because maybe I should have told someone about this—but we were hitting off so well yesterday and I thought maybe I got through to her… shit, Bruce is going to kill me.”

“He’s not. Don’t worry about it… the whole thing about Batman is giving people a chance to change… well, that right after beating up criminals with his sledgehammer punches.”

“What am I going to do now?”

“Go to MU? Do what you usually do. We’ll be there in an hour.”

“And stay out of Ivy’s way, Mom!” Damian told her.

~ * ~

She was doing a good job in staying out of Poison Ivy’s way but then Harley came to campus, running, and yelling: “I’M COMING, IVY!”

Vivian choked on her coffee when she heard that, and she–like the others in the campus—went out of their labs and classes to see the commotion. Vivian excused herself from her colleagues and went to see what Harley was running around for and why it sounded like she was really about to come.

“Harley!” Vivian ran after her.

“Ah! Professor Pryor! Hi, Ivy said you were here! Great, I need your help!” Harley filled her in with all the details she saw, Ivy was in her office, accessing the green, and she saw vines trying to kill Ivy. Then there was Frank–Ivy’s best-plant-friend–who told Ivy that Jason Woodrue turned to a plant and is trying to kill Ivy

“And the only way to save her is to kill Jason Woodrue!” Harley summarized.

Great. Easy peasy.

When they go to the place where Woodreu’s body was, Harley kicked down the door and started trying to cut down the plant-man.

“Hey, Professor, wanna help out here?” Harley exclaimed.

“Move aside!” Vivian cursed under her head and placed a hand on Woodrue’s chest and—

Fire burst from her palms and she—as Harley said—burned the motherfucker and all the plants that were under his control.

“Shit!” Vivian gasped as she looked down on the ashes of what was Woodrue—or what was left of him, which was a monster.

Did she just kill someone?

Is it considered killing if the man was already dead and what was left is this mutated being who was just a monster. The monster who was all that Woodrue was.

Right?

Batman’s going to kill her.

~ * ~

Bruce arrived at Vivian’s hotel just as the MCPD finished their interview with her. They greeted him as they left the place, and when he got in he saw Vivian sitting on the couch—where the interview was held—with Dick, Damian, and Lucius waiting there with her.

“Welcome back,” Vivian greeted him and drank the remaining half-full glass of scotch.

She’s really stressed out with what happened.

Dick told him about it just as he was heading back to the Watchtower, and now he immediately had Cyborg open a Boomtube for him and he arrived at Gotham to change, then he got on his chopper to head to Metropolis.

“How are you?” Bruce asked her.

“I am better now. Dick and Damian got here just as MCPD took us from MU. I called Lucius before MCPD could question me. And he helped me out. Made sure that my name and the Wayne name is out of this because I just burned what remains of Dr. Jason Woodrue after Ivy killed him in a lab filled with poison.

“And–off the record—I think I coerced her to do it after we had a heart-to-heart of moving on and the shitty-side of Academia. I am completely fine.”

Silence came to the hotel room, the men and Damian looking at her as she poured another drink but drank from the bottle instead. Maybe that’s for Lucius. Yeah, it is for Lucius because she handed it to the man.

“She’s not fine,” Damian concluded.

Lucius accepted the drink. “Like I said, you wouldn’t have known.”

“But I should have at least told someone, right? Bruce, in your opinion, did I just kill someone?”

Bruce sighed. “Well, according to the records that Dick sent me, there is nothing left that was Jason Woodrue. What was his consciousness, and I think there wouldn’t be any other way to defeat him than to burn the tree. Sometimes we can’t save everyone, Viv.”

“I just think this wouldn’t have happened if I told someone about Ivy and Woodrue’s history…”

“I don't think that's your fault,” Dick spoke up. “You gave Ivy a chance to move on from it, you didn’t think she would do it. And to be honest, after hearing about her history, I can respect what she did.”

Another sigh and Bruce went to sit beside his wife and hold her hand. “It’s okay. It was a leap of faith. That’s what all of us do, actually.”

Vivian leaned on her husband and hugged his arm. “He was an asshole–like, the biggest one out there. I’ve met and dealt with assholes in Academia and he’s one of the worse; and though I know that we don’t kill, but fuck—I’m glad that she got that out and dealt with the motherfucker.”

“Don’t worry, there are days when I also want to just end things to get rid of this world of one bad person, but I just keep reminding myself that if I do that then what makes Batman different from the rest of them.”

Bruce asked Dick and Damian to pack up Vivian’s things while he helped her calm down in the living room. She was lying on the couch, her head on Bruce’s lap so he could massage her scalp; and Bruce talking to Lucius to know what was going to happen next after this when they heard the knock on the door.

Lucius got up to answer.

“Who is it, Lucius?” Bruce asked when the man hasn’t welcomed nor spoken anything.

“Hi!” Harley Quinn came in with Poison Ivy.

Vivian and Bruce jumped up at their entrance, and Dick and Damian were in fighting stances.

“Whoah, chill out,” Harley told them. “We just came to bring the Professor a little somethin’ for helping out my Ivy!” Harley walked up to Vivian, pushing past Bruce and handed her a potted plant.

“Thank you?” Vivian said.

“It’s from the dandelion you gave me,” said Ivy. And some other plants. I made a formula that would help with growing the flowers and keeping them fresh. You can add that to your daughter’s garden. I know that our talk didn’t go as you planned, but it helped.”

Vivian glanced at her husband then to Ivy. “Glad it helped?”

Bruce sighed in the background.

“And it seems that after killing Dr. Woodrue I won’t be keeping that Luthor Grant, so who knows when I’ll be back in Gotham.”

Vivian laughed. “I see what you’re doing, Dr. Isley.”

“Well, I wanna see if Waynes do live up to their word,” Ivy smirked. “Or are you all just talk for a good PR?”

“I told you, it would be a hard shot considering your track record. But give us a good proposal and we’ll see.”

“See what?” Bruce asked.

“A grant from the Wayne Foundation,” said Ivy.

“Viv, you didn’t,” Bruce massaged the bridge of his nose.

“No promises. We’ll see where your proposal takes you, Dr. Isley.”

“I’ll write up one that you nor that fancy-schmancy foundation of yours wouldn’t even think about saying no. Well, see you around! And say hi to Batman for us!”

With that Ivy and Harley left, leaving a room of confused men and Vivian admiring the flower in the pot.

“Is it just me or does this flower have eyes?” Vivian showed the pot to Bruce.

“If that think starts talking…” Dick started.

Bruce sat down on the couch and hung his head low. He was gone for sixty-four hours and so much has already happened. What the hell?

#fanfic #dc fanfic #batman fanfiction #batfam #batman x oc #bruce wayne x oc #the harley quinn show #harley quinn fanfic #poison ivy fanfic #the harley quinn show fanfic

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matchalovertrait · 7 months ago

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Me??????

Thank you to everyone who tagged me for the simblr appreciation 💗 That was @bouncytrait, @elderwisp, @catsinmugs, @bloomingkyras, @woohoojuicesimoleons2,

@spotlessssmiind, and @smulie :)

I am so happy you thought of me and I love your blogs too!!

I’d like to tag everyone, but I can’t do that. However, I can acknowledge all of you whose posts I come across every day! I make sure to hit the like button to let you know that there’s someone here waiting for your next post. If I haven’t been liking recent posts, it’s because I’m reading your story from the beginning. I’m an awfully slow reader, so my apologies. I like to take my time and not rush through the stories to ensure I understand everything and take in all the small details.

Also, I know it can be easy to become disillusioned on here but trust me, there are a lot of incredible people. I see them every day on my dash.

I’ll mention some of my friends here who inspire me. Um, it's kinda long:

@changingplumbob: I don’t know how she balances so many projects at once and does it all with love! Each one of her characters is unique and steals the spotlight. When it comes to her posts, I'm either philosophizing or laughing. It's also admirable how much research she puts into the stories she writes. You can definitely tell!

@deardiaryts4: I love people who do extra things for their sims just like me LOL. She doesn’t have to make a music video or album cover CC. Nor does she have to create actual code for us to solve a mystery, but she does it anyway because she's passionate! She gives it 110% every time with her intriguing story and gameplay.

@ruthplaysthesims goes DEEEEPP into the lore! Blink and you'll miss it. She also has an impressive cast of characters. There are many mysteries in her stories that I am itching to have the answers to. I need to see/know!!!

@abbysimsfun OMG I absolutely love her style of writing, which became a recent influence over my own. She's also a fellow fan and user of Chekhov's guns (I know the name of that literary device now because of her hehehe. No, no actual guns here!). I am captivated by the storytelling!

@dreamyyesenia is so incredibly sweet! She also takes her sims' personalities and interests very seriously and creates the perfect homes/wardrobes for them. She's a master at it and I'm taking notes.

@authorspirit: Her builds are absolutely fantastic. Joy is a smart cookie and she does everything with precision. I really like the chic and regal aesthetic in her posts too. Quite demure

@sharona-sims is my slice-of-life queen!!!! She seems apologetic for the "slow pace" of her gameplay, but I don't mind it one bit. I could keep up with Lily and Michael for the rest of my life, idc, I love them.

@teadreamsims is immensely creative and a great storyteller. I always forget they play on console. That just shows how important imagination is. The gameplay with Fern and the rotational gameplay with the townies happened ages ago but they live in my head rentfree.

@aurorangen: Details details details!!!!! I eat it all up and Rory always gives us extra insight and behind-the-scenes stuff. She's talented in both writing and telling her stories through pictures. And her builds are insane.

@cakepoppresent: Nahhhhh cuz the drama and the wholesomeness, omg. I like how we explore different groups of characters at a time and it never seems like too much. And her videos are everything.

@miralure is on hiatus sadly :( But she definitely left her mark, I never forget her. When I came back to Simblr, I had no idea a lot of people saw commenting as an "embarrassing" thing? She was very welcoming and her mindset is the one I've been following ever since. Because of her, I'm often all up in your guys's comments like nothing lmao. Anyway, her lookbooks were perfection as well as her male sims. Amazing.

@windslar also seems to be on hiatus :( I admire the way she composes her dialogue posts through photos and I've been trying to do it as well as she does. The facial expressions, the angles, etc! It's cinematic.

@cinamun: I don't even have to explain, but I will anyway. The drama, the real-life-issues, the gifs, the heartfelt moments, the plot twists, the in-depth characters, the lore, the background, the wardrobes. Phenomenal work!

#this might be seen as extra but idc I LOVE being here #imma speak my truth

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the-really-lonely-mountain · 1 year ago

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Along for The Ride - Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Summary: Transported to Middle Earth, you must Join Thorin Oakenshield's Company as they travel to reclaim Erebor! OR: My take on the classic 'modern girl in Middle Earth' troupe. With this first installment, we are following the first movie of The Hobbit trilogy, and falling in love with Kili on the way! Slow burn with this one y'all, nothing spicy till the next work I'm afraid.

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), wrote this while I had covid, in like 4 days lol, implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien)

Word Count: 6,292

A/N: I was utterly appalled by the lack of Kili writers on here and Ao3. Y'all who write for Kili, I've been eating your crumbs like it's the shit (cause it is) for weeks, but one can't be sustained on crumbs alone so I've prepared a feast!! This is the first fic I've ever wanted to post, please be gentle. Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are loved and treasured!!

Tagging the amazing Kili writers I've been living off of for the past few weeks and who have inspired me so they might share in the feast as well lol go check out their stuff too: @mikathemonster, @cowboybeepboop, @littleenglishfangirl, @ethereal-inquisitor, @sweetpeakili

Photo credit: @immawriteyouthings

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

You were having one of those days that made you want to run away from everything. Instead, you walked on the golf course behind your house after hours; no phone, no umbrella, no bag this time, just you. You had what you could fit from your hands in your jean pockets as you walked the grassy field. Something twinkled and caught your eye on the far side of the fairway, there was a sparkle in the ferns. You walked over and began looking through the underbrush. Your hand grazed a smooth stick with a mangled end that encased a gem. You picked it up hoping for a better look but were transported to another world instead!

You appeared in the new world holding the staff. You were standing beside an older fellow with a pointy hat and long grey beard. You looked around and saw many other gruff, burly-looking men sitting in an encampment. They looked as confused as you. You did the only thing you could think of doing at that moment.

You turned around and took off running as fast as you could.

The wizard whose staff you were running away with asked the younger dwarves in his company to fetch you for him. They ran after you as quick as the wind. You dodged trees and hurdled bushes, making an all-around great effort. You were slowing down though. You stopped for a moment to catch your breath and plan. A twig snapped in the distance; quick footsteps closed in on you. You took off again. You needed a place to hide, a moment to think for God's sake. You were afforded no such luxuries. They were gaining, you were tiring. In your drained haste, you tripped on a bush which sent you stumbling and struggling to regain your footing given your momentum. You finally fell and scampered to take cover behind the roots of a great tree. Their footfalls grew slower and drew nearer. They were so close you could hear their words now.

“…She’s hiding, Fili,” one said much closer than you expected them to be.

You tried your best to steady your breathing. Your heartbeat was so loud you knew they could hear it.

“Stop scaring her Kili,” The other chastised. “You know she’s got to be scared half to death”. He walked past you, studying the ground. The other came up the other side of the tree doing the same.

You gripped the staff preparing yourself to be found. They turned in unison following the same tracks and looked up at you simultaneously. They were both panting but not as hard as you. Fili, the elder and more experienced of the two knelt where he stood a few yards from your curled trembling form.

“My name is Fili” He put his hand on his chest and motioned to the man next to him, “This is my brother Kili. We mean no harm to you.” He kept his distance and showed his empty hands. You stayed firmly pressed against the tree trunk, your chest heaving rapidly and your eyes as large as saucers. They could have tackled you, beaten you, or done any number of terrible violating things, but they kept their distance and spoke softly.

“What’s your name?” Kili asked, with a charming smile as he crouched beside his brother.

“Y/N,” you said in a shaky freaked-out tone.

“Y/N, that’s our friend wizard’s staff,” Fili said, “If anyone can figure out how you got here, he can.”

“But you gotta come back to camp with us,” Kili said reaching out his hand as a peace offering. So many horrible things could happen to you in the wild of this new world, but even more on top of that could if you didn’t go with them.

“How can I trust you?” You asked them. They looked at each other.

“How can we trust you?” Kili threw back at you with a suspicious look and recoiled his hand.

“Touche” you nodded returning his look.

“Seems we are at an impasse then,” Fili huffed at his brother, “You want to get home, and our wizard can do that. The only way that can happen is if you come with us back to our camp. We can only offer you our word and promise on our honor as dwarven princes that you will not be harmed by any in our company.”

You thought for a moment and nibbled at your lip, “You promise?” you looked up at Kili this time.

Kili looked you deep in the eyes, and very seriously said: “No harm will ever come to you, on my honor as a prince.”

You nodded at this, “Very well”, and tried to stand up but were stuck against the tree. The 2 men easily lifted you back to your feet. You followed them back to the camp.

You tried your best to hide behind Kili as you approached the wizard smoking a pipe. You peeked from around his shoulder at the other men in the camp. They were looking at you.

“Please sit, my dear,” The wizard said to you, motioning to the rest of the long log beside him “We have much to discuss.”

Your legs wouldn’t move you from behind the dwarf. You were still quite afraid.

“She seems to have taken a liking to you Kili,” the wizard said to him. The rest of the company let out a soft chuckle of agreement. You couldn’t see it from your angle, but Kili smiled and nodded.

“Sit down child, we aren’t going to hurt you,” One of the dwarves sitting across the fire said. You took a deep breath to gather your courage. One false move by any of the others would have you bolting again.

You moved from behind Kili and sat beside the wizard still clutching the staff.

“May I take that from you?” the wizard politely asked. You handed it to him. He explained how this type of thing had happened to a couple of his wizard friends before, but he didn’t know the remedy or spell to undo it or how to prevent it from happening again. You sat quietly listening and nodding. He explained to you and the rest of the company that he was leaving to travel to his friend and inquire about your predicament. In the meantime, he convinced the company and its leader, Thorin you came to know, to keep you in the company as an innocent bystander to help around the camp and whatnot till Gandalf (the wizard) could figure out what to do with you. Gandalf gave you a small sack of coins, instructing you to get a bag, a bedroll, clothes, and any other necessities you’ll need at the next town.

As the fire died down so did the company. They got out their bedrolls and sleeping gear like a synchronized unit and as quickly as they started, they were all asleep snoring softly. Kili had first watch and was sitting on the ground next to you leaning against the log you were on. You slid onto the ground next to him curled with your knees to your chest. He looked over at you. You looked over at him.

“I don’t know what to do now,” you said not hiding the waver in your voice very well, “I’m so scared.” You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You cried into your hands as quietly as possible, so you didn’t disturb and anger the others. If you had looked at Kili, you would have seen him in a slight panic and at a loss for what to do, he didn’t know how to console crying women. You sobbed into your hands knowing you just needed to let it all out then you’d be fine. Kili looked at the fire and put his hand on your back. Physical contact of any kind back home was next to nonexistent, it felt nice to know he was trying his best to comfort you. After a few minutes of uncontrollable sobbing and hiccups wracking through you, you began calming down. When you were able to breathe properly, you wiped your face even though tears kept falling. You sniffled and rested your chin on your knees letting the tears fall silently now.

“Do you feel better?” Kili guessed in a soft tone and rubbed his hand on your back.

You nodded at him, “Yes” You took a deep breath and wiped the tears from your eyes as best you could, “Thank you” You looked at him and smiled a little. He smiled and nodded too, still concerned but returned his hand to his lap. You sniffled and looked at the fire.

“Really though I don’t know what I’m doing,” you said. “I’ve never been camping before,” you paused to think. “I don’t know how to fight or use a sword or make a fire or hunt or-or—” You were working yourself up and starting to cry again. Kili cut you off before you could start sobbing hysterically again.

“WOAH! Woah!!” alarmed, he put his hand on your back again, “It’s ok. Calm down.” he said harshly, “Take a deep breath, that seemed to help last time,” He mumbled the last part under his breath. That made you smile despite yourself.

“You don’t know how to console someone, do you?” You took a deep breath and wiped your eyes. He shook his head and took his hand from you. “Seems we’re both out of our depth then,” you said making the mood a bit lighter.

“In my defense, I was raised in a pack of manly men,” He smiled fondly “It’s a wonder my mother got through to me at all.”

“So, you do have a mother,” you said, making him look at you quizzically “I assumed you were raised by wolves,” You shrugged. He laughed and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re not completely wrong about that,” He smiled, looking over at the men across the fire. There was a momentary silence. “We’ll teach you those things, how to fight, how to make a fire, all that,” He looked over at you, “I mean who knows how long Gandalf will be, and you’d have to be pretty stupid not to pick up a thing or two even from this bunch.” You smiled and nodded; this calmed your nerves a little. A moment of silence fell between you again.

“Is it ok if I stay up with you?” you innocently asked, “I’m not very tired.”

“Sure,” he said casually, “May I ask about your life back in your world?”

“OK,” You nodded.

“What do you do?” he asked, you gave him a weird look. “Like for a living, how do you make money, how do you spend your days?”

“I’m a student at university at the moment.” He looked at you confused this time. “I spend my days studying at a desk, it’s boring and dull” You quickly summed up.

“Ooohh,” He said, “No wonder you couldn’t run for shit,” He laughed.

You scoffed, “So rude,” You huffed, failing to hide your smile. He was glad you were cheering up a bit.

“If it’s so boring and dull, why don’t you do something else?” He asked, naive to your world and its ways.

“It’s…complicated” you sighed “I have to study to do what I want to do for work even though I don’t want to work or study or do any of that, but I have to make money somehow because I need money to do stuff and buy things because the world I live in is shitty that way and it’s so frustrating sometimes,” you gritted your teeth to make your point.

“Well, what do you want to do then?” he asked, trying to understand your strange world.

“Sit on the beach,” You said without hesitation “…Listen to the waves…sleep on a blanket in the sun,” you sighed wistfully. “Die happy and rich.”

“That does sound nice” He agreed “I’ve never seen a tropical ocean before, the seas near the Blue Mountains are all frozen over.”

“Surely there’s a beach somewhere in this world,” You refused to believe the universe sent you to a world without a beach.

“There is! I’ve heard stories of Southern Gondor, where the sun makes the sand hotter than forges, and the water falls over the horizon in every direction.”

“That sounds like the beaches from back home,” You felt a little bad for him. You’d been practically raised at the beach because it was the only free thing to do in your hometown.

“May I ask a question?” you asked this time.

“Of course,” He shifted to lean against the log and face you.

“What are you guys doing?” you gestured to the camp around you.

“We are on a quest!” He said proudly, “A quest to take back our ancestral home from the dread dragon Smaug,” he said in a sinister voice. He explained about Erebor and the dragon and Thorin to catch you up. You listened, nodded, and took it all in, asking questions and giggling at his jokes. He was a decent storyteller.

“And I’m just along for the ride I guess,” you said deflated about your role in all this.

“If it’s any consolation, you’re quite good company,” He indulged; Kili always got so lonely on watch.

“Yay!” you said over a yawn, “I’d hate to bore any of you,” you replied, genuinely fearing your stories may never measure up to theirs. You leaned over and laid on the soft grass, curled in a ball with your arm as a pillow. You tried not to shiver from the cool evening breeze. You heard some shuffling of fabric, and then a blanket fluttered on top of you. You looked at Kili who smiled and said: “I’m quite the furnace at night, I’ll be fine without it,” he reassured.

“Thank you,” you said over another yawn. You didn’t expect to fall asleep but the next thing you knew it was early morning and you were awoken by the clanging of pots and spoons. You sat up and looked around to get your bearings.

‘Still in the same strange world’ you thought not fully awake. Kili appeared, greeted you good morning, and handed you a bowl of white goo he called porridge. You thanked him and ate your breakfast in silence like the rest of the company. While the men packed up the camp you were tasked with washing the dishes in a nearby stream. You were struck by the beauty of the incredible woods around you even in the dim morning light. You returned to camp and put the dishes in their bag, which was taken by one of your new companions. You felt out of place without a task among everyone who knew what to do. Balin saw you standing in the middle of the camp looking lost. He asked Thorin what they were to do about their lack of an extra pony for you. They decided you could ride with Kili seeing as he was the lightest (next to Bilbo) and his pony could take the weight and because you seemed the most comfortable with him. The old dwarf with a white-grey beard curled up at the ends approached you with as much of a nonthreatening air as he could muster.

“Good morning, my dear!” He greeted you with a chipper smile. “My name is Balin”

“Good morning,” you replied. “I don't quite know what I’m to be doing,” you said sheepishly.

“That’s ok lass, it’ll come with time,” he reassured, “For now, you’ll ride with Kili so you can see if he needs help getting ready.”

“Ok,” You nodded and started walking in Kili’s direction. You stopped in front of his pony and petted its nose and down its neck. “I’ve been told that I’m to ride with you,” you said timidly looking at him adjust his saddle. Kili looked at you and nodded.

“I’ll be happy to have a lovely conversation again” He smiled and looked back at his saddle, making the final arrangements.

He turned to you and said, “I’ll give you a leg up,” And jabbed a thumb at his pony. You nodded and approached the animal. You put your hands on the ponies back and bent your leg waiting for him to help. He leaned forward so he could whisper in your ear: “Wrong leg”. You blushed quite profusely at that and switched legs. He heaved you with such strength he nearly threw you over the other side of the pony. You made yourself comfortable behind the saddle before he hooked his foot in the stirrup and carefully mounted so he didn’t knock you off.

“You ok?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Yep!” you smiled. He nodded. You were excited to see new lands even though you feared what they harbored.

“If you need to hold on to me when we get going you can,” he said, making you both blush despite yourselves.

A few moments later Thorin called out: “Company ready?” in a deep booming voice, “Aye!” They all replied in unison. “Company, move out!” He bellowed and urged his pony forward. The rest followed behind him one by one. When your animal lurched forward you grabbed Kili's waist for dear life. The company was silent till they got to the end of the forest. You had your cheek pressed against Kili’s shoulder and your chest against his back. The fur of his coat was very soft against your face as you turned your head to look over his other shoulder. You yawned but didn’t realize you did it right next to his ear and breathed down his neck. He determinedly kept his eyes on the pony ahead of him to keep the blush rising in his chest at bay.

“You can take a nap if you need to,” he said over his shoulder in a soft voice for only you to hear.

“That sounds like a good idea,” You yawned again. You buried your face in the soft spare fabric of the hood on his back and cuddled closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and sleep swiftly took you. He knew this because he could feel your breathing slow on the back of his neck. He was happy you could sleep and couldn’t help his smile. You shifted now and then, turning your head one way then a while later turning it the other. Kili tried not to talk or move too much in fear of waking your delicate slumber. By midday, you felt very well rested. You took a deep breath and released your grasp on Kili to stretch your arms above your head, arching your back to wake yourself up. You quickly slipped your arms around him again, so you didn’t fall.

“Good morning!” He chirped, “Well afternoon really,” he corrected with a smile, “Sleep well?”

“Mhm,” You hummed against his shoulder “I haven’t slept that well in a long time,” you said thinking back on the restless weeks before your arrival in Middle Earth.

“Good,” He nodded. “Happy I could be of service.”

“Yes, you make quite the comfortable bed,” you replied.

An easy silence settled between you for a while. You contentedly watched the landscape pass by while he kept the pony on the path.

“What’s a good weapon for a beginner?” You asked knowing you needed to start wrapping your head around the fact that you could be stuck here forever and needed to protect yourself. He thought about that for a few moments.

“I’d have to say a bow,” He shrugged, “I don’t know honestly, lemme ask Fili,” he kicked up his pony to walk faster to be next to his brother. “What is the best weapon for a beginner?” He asked him. Fili glanced at you and thought for a moment.

“Hmm I think a sword would be easiest,” He replied, contradicting his brother.

“A sword?!” Kili said incredulously “No that’s one of the harder ones,” He swatted his hand as if to swipe the words from the air.

Fili scoffed “For you maybe,” he said barely keeping his teasing smile under control “But not to the rest of us, my weapon-challenged brother.” That made you giggle. Kili huffed and pulled his horse back, so he wasn’t beside his brother anymore.

“Are you that bad with a sword?” you asked, trying not to laugh too much.

“No!” he exclaimed, “I’m just better with a bow and arrows,” he pouted.

‘Awe he’s so cute when he pouts’ Your thought took you by surprise.

“Perhaps you can teach me, Archer,” Your voice was lower than you intended, making you both blush. Your breath ghosted over his ear making him shiver just a little. He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, his face so close to yours. He looked at your lips then deep into your eyes holding eye contact.

“Maybe I will,” he said in a deep gruff whisper that made you gasp and goosebumps rush over your skin. He turned back and smiled; proud he could get a rise out of you. You huffed and distanced yourself from him by leaning back, needing the space to calm down.

As night drew closer, Thorin led the company to the edge of a forest and found a shallow cave, more like a cliff overhang to make camp for the night. He told Fili and Kili to take care of the ponies and Oin and Gloin to make the fire. After the meals had been handed out Thorin told you to take Fili and Kili a bowl. You walked through the forest and found them looking at a downed tree in panicked awe.

“Something took 4 of the ponies,” Fili said to you, hoping you’d have the answer to their predicament.

“Yes, and…” you nodded at them trying not to panic yourself “What are you going to do about it since it’s your problem?”

The brothers decided to see what took the ponies and if they could handle it themselves, no need to worry Thorin, right? You followed them as they tracked the pony-nappers. Kili hid behind a tree and peeked around, you hid behind him and peeked over his shoulder. 3 large trolls were something to worry about, and a sight that made that dreadful feeling drop from your chest into your stomach. Your grip on Kili’s coat tightened.

He turned to you and said in barely a whisper, “Go back to camp and tell Thorin”.

Fili was immediately against it, huffing and puffing from behind his tree. Kili shrugged and motioned with hands as if to say, ‘What else would you have us do?!’ Fili huffed again and snuck around the tree. He tried to cut the rope fence with his sword, but he took too long. The trolls caught him. They were deciding ways to eat him when Kili looked at you in alarm and told you to go back to camp. You ran as fast as you could.

“Ponies! Big grey troll things took the ponies!” You said out of breath pointing the way you just came “Fili…in…danger”. Thorin cursed in dwarfish and rallied the company. Balin told you to keep your distance, so you didn’t get caught in the fight.

The dwarves fought bravely but were captured. Bilbo bid for more time while you thought of a plan. You heard the trolls complain about daylight coming and that gave you an idea. You saw the trolls had made camp in the shade cast by a large boulder. You wedged a branch under the rock and used the leverage to try to roll it. It was very heavy, and you were not. It took everything in your power to push the branch to roll the boulder down the ditch edge it rested on. The trolls were washed in sunlight, turning them to stone and freeing the company. They cheered when you stepped over the branch and into the clearing. You helped them from their confines and smiled and blushed when they praised your good job.

Back at camp the company gathered their things and discussed what to do now. Fili suddenly hushed the company.

“Warg howls in the distance,” He whispered to Thorin “They are coming!”

“RUN!” Thorin yelled at the company. Following Thorin everyone started running. You all ran as fast as you could onto a hilly plane sprinkled with trees and boulders. You ran and ran till the Wargs finally caught up. They began to encircle you. The company fought the beasts, taking them down as still more came at them. You went to hide behind the rock formation but fell into it instead. You climbed out as the Wargs were closing in.

“Down here!” you called “There’s a passage this way!” you slid down to make room for the others. Thorin was the last one, as he slid down a horn was blown near the entrance to the passage.

“I can’t see where it leads, do we follow?” One of the dwarves asked.

“Yes! We follow!” Thorin barged through the dwarves and led the company through the narrow pass. You all walked for a few minutes, but then Thorin rounded a corner and slowed as he realized where he’d unwittingly led the company. The rest kept walking around him, but Bilbo stopped and said in admiration: “Rivendell”. You stopped as well to take in the view before you. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. A small town on the side of a mountain with water flowing from beneath some of the glittering structures.

As Thorin led the company over a bridge, you grabbed Kili’s arm to steady yourself as you looked around and took in the ornate statues and architecture of the front steps of a large building. A man much taller than you or the dwarves approached the group.

“We would like to speak to Lord Elrond,” Thorin said through gritted teeth. He was swallowing his pride for the betterment of the quest, that much was clear through his clenched fists and tense shoulders.

“Lord Elrond isn’t here,” The elf said regretfully.

“Then where is he?” Thorin’s patience was growing thin. A horn was sounded on the other side of the bridge you’d just crossed. Everyone turned to see a group of horses galloping towards them. The dwarves began shouting in dwarfish and closing ranks with their weapons ready for battle. You were pushed into the very center of the circle as tall horses and riders circled you. They stopped suddenly and the one on a black horse dismounted.

“My Lord Elrond,” The elf who first approached you said with a bow.

“Lindir” Elrond bowed his head at him then turned to the leader of your group, “Welcome Thorin son of Thrain,” He looked over the dwarf “You have your grandfather's bearings.”

“I’m afraid I know you only from the stories my grandfather told me,” Thorin was doing his best to be polite. (You were later informed that the stories were mostly about him being a ninny.)

“I’d like to offer you and your company a taste of our elfish hospitality,” Elrond said with a warm smile.

“Does that mean we’ll eat?!” Bombur called from the back. The company chuckled at him.

“Yes Bombur, that means we’ll eat” Dori replied. The company cheered at the prospect of a full belly and a warm hearth.

Not long after, you were sat next to Bilbo and Kili at a large table. The salad appetizers were very good despite the dwarves not liking green food very much. You giggled at their jokes about how bad the music was or how they wanted chips and meat. Thorin was sat at another table across from Elrond discussing something you couldn’t hear, but you could tell it pained Thorin to be in the other man's presence.

You turned to Kili beside you. “Thorin looks constipated,” you said in a low voice barely containing your laughter “He can’t even pretend to be enjoying this”. Kili looked over at his uncle and laughed with you.

When the meals were served there was boisterous laughter and general dwarfish shenanigans, the usual at any merry dwarfish gathering. Bilbo looked like he was having PTSD from when they were doing the same at his house at the beginning of the quest. At the end of the meal, Thorin and Balin disappeared with Elrond to discuss a map. You asked Kili if he would escort you to the markets with as much innocent girlish need as you could muster to solidify your security. He agreed and walked with you through the corridors and to the market. He helped you get a fair price on a bag, a blanket, and a bedroll. The next thing you needed was clothes to blend in.

“What do the women around here wear exactly?” You asked him. He shrugged.

“It depends, I guess” He had his hands shoved in his pockets as he followed you around the clothing stalls like a puppy.

“Gee, that’s a big help.” You teased.

After some more wandering you found a stall selling clothes that looked your size. You purchased a dark blue form-fitting tunic that stopped above your knees and had slits on the sides that went up to your hips. It paired very nicely with the brown pants and brown coat with dark blue highlights you bought as well. Kili helped barter with the merchants since you didn’t know the fair price of things here. In another section of the market, you bought spools of black, blue, and pink thread. You put your belongings in your new bag.

“Are we done?” Kili asked, sounding slightly annoyed. He was ready to go back to the others and be away from so many elves. You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully and nodded. He led you through the busy crowded markets by holding your hand. You were thankful he was in front of you so he couldn’t see your blush. You made it back to the group, who had set up camp in a courtyard garden at the end of a hallway. Just as you arrived two female and two male elves came down the hallway.

One of the males stepped forward, “The bathhouse is ready for you now” he said to the group.

“Bath?! We don’t need no stinkin’ bath!” Exclaimed a dwarf from behind the fire. The rest heartily agreed, not ready to drop their pants on elvish soil it seemed.

“I’d like a bath” you timidly said, not wanting to make a fuss but very much wanting to be clean.

“Very good mistress dwarf, if you’ll follow us,” one of the female elves said. You were tense as you followed the four elves down the corridor, not sure what you were doing.

“You best go with her lad,” Dori said to Kili, “You never know what an elf might try to pull.” He glared at the back of the elves as they walked away. Kili nodded and ran after you.

“Y/N!” He called making you and the elves stop.

“Oh, change your mind, Kili?” You asked with an innocent smile, happy to have his company.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He smiled too.

You were led to a large door that opened into a covered hot spring that flowed over the balcony to create an assumably gorgeous waterfall. Columns lined the outer edge of the room which was split down the middle by a cloth partition. The male elves walked to one side of the divider with Kili in tow, while the females walked to the other. The elves asked that you wash under the heated shower of water off to the side before entering the hot springs. They left you to your own devices.

“I’ve never seen anything like this have you?” You asked Kili across the large room.

“No” He smiled at the wonder in your voice from seeing new things and making discoveries. He thought it was very cute.

You placed your bag and new clothes on the vanity in the corner. You undressed and stepped under the warm shower. You used the bar of soap you found to wash your hair and body. It was the best-smelling soap you’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“Hey, Kee?” You hollered.

“Yeah?” He yelled back.

“Do you plan on keeping your soap?”

“No…Why?”

“I’ll take it then. I’ll need extra anyway,” And you were so happy you did. That soap made your hair silky smooth and stronger than ever. You rinsed the suds away then stepped into the hot springs.

It felt luxurious. You couldn’t help but moan a little as the heat pulled every knot and tense muscle from you. Relaxed, you floated in the steamy water.

“You still there Kili?” you asked suddenly nervous he’d left you.

“Yeah, I’m here” He replied, “We shouldn’t take too much longer though, Thorin could be back any minute and who knows what kind of a mood he’ll be in.”

That made you enjoy the bath a little faster. Not long after you began drying off and getting dressed. You took the hairbrush and beads and other miscellaneous hair trinkets that were on the vanity. You looked in the mirror at your new outfit. It fit as you thought, though a little snugger in some places than others, hugging your curves to allow for movement yet still baggy for breathability and insulation. Overall, a nice ensemble.

“Ready Y/N?” Kili asked from across the partition.

“Yeah, you can come over, I’m just packing my things.” You replied, folding your old clothes, and putting them in your bag with the rest of your things.

“Here’s the soap” He handed it to you.

“Thanks!” You smiled at him; you simply wrote his flushed cheeks off to the hot water. When you stood, he was able to get a much better look at you in your new clothes.

“A perfect fit I see” He smiled, looking you up and down. He couldn’t help but imagine what you’d look like wearing nothing but his tunic. A line of thought he blushed at and quickly willed away.

“Does it look alright? I don’t know how it’s supposed to fit” You fussed with the hems and the folds trying to make them lay better. He grabbed your hand to make you stop fidgeting.

“You look great,” he said with a genuine smile. You smiled and nodded your appreciation.

You walked back to camp, making moneyless bets on what mood Thorin would be in when he returned.

As you approached Fili saw you in your new outfit and said, “Well look at this…” Making the rest of the company look at you too, “Our wee lass looks like a bona fide middle earther now!” They cheered at your near-complete indoctrination.

“Now she just needs to learn how to fight like one.” Bofur quipped from beside the fire.

“Then I wouldn’t need any of you to protect me!” You put the back of your hand to your forehead feigning a damsel in distress, making the company laugh. You sat on the ground beside the long chair Kili was now examining his weapons in and leaned against it. You held out a stone fish figurine to him.

“As a thank you for helping me” you cleared your throat “…And for being my friend.” You couldn’t meet his eyes, but you knew he was smiling a little around his reed pipe. He took it from your open hands. You know it wasn’t much but it’s all you could offer.

“Maybe one day you can return it to the ocean,” you said, referring to your previous conversation.

“Maybe I will,” he smiled down at you with genuine fondness.

“Bombur!” Bofur called before throwing a sausage to his cousin. The table, which took skilled elfin craftsman months, even years to craft and carve out of solid wood, collapsed under the massive weight of Bombur. Everyone erupted in laughter, it was nice to be part of the group and share in the merriment.

Thorin stopped Balin on their way back to the camp, “We should leave her here,” He said, “She is a liability.”

Balin had a terrible sinking feeling in his round tummy when he thought of splitting you up.

“So what if she is, Thorin?” Balin said near pleading. “Have you ever seen your nephew that happy or open with a girl that quick before? I’ve never seen the lad so engaged in a conversation that didn’t have to do with weapons before last night. So what if she dies on our quest, at least we gave them a chance to happen, and if fate finds their pairing favorable it will all work out!” Balin was desperate to keep you and the young prince together if only to keep the sinking feeling at bay.

Thorin huffed, “Very well, but her blood is not on my hands,” He walked away and into the camp.

Thorin and Balin returned, and the tone became slightly more serious—slightly. The company settled and laid their bedrolls in the grassy parts of the garden. You laid yours out as well and prepped for sleep by removing your shoes and coat. The night was warm enough that your blanket would suffice. You looked up at the stars wondering if any of the constellations were the same as back home. You cuddled your coat to your chest relishing the feel of the soft fabric. The low conversation between Fili and Kili, while they sat on watch across the fire, lulled you to sleep.

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JK Drabbles - One Shots #3 - Wait

Here's a collection of One-Shot stories involving JK. JK as husband, JK as boyfriend, JK as lover.

Some of them are scenes I wrote which didn't make it into my eventual stories,but were such fun to write I wanted to share them.

There are some chapters which are inspired by a song. I will include info on the song at the start of the chapter.

Each story is saved as an individual chapter.

Enjoy!

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook / Reader

Also posted on AO3

Masterlist for JK Drabbles - On Shots

#1 - Welcome Home #2 - Be My Slave #3 - Wait #4 - Days Without Incident

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Chapter 3: Wait - JK as boyfriend

Inspired by: “Wait” by Maroon 5

“Oh, let me apologize I'll make up, make up, make up, make up for all those times Your love, I don't wanna lose I'm beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', begging you Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? Just wait, can we work things out, can we work things out? Just wait, can you call me please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you.”

(Look out for these lyrics and other lyrics from the song in the story!)

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The Wedding

It was a special occasion. You looked at your reflection in the full-length mirror. You were in an agave-green colored, floor-length dress. The luxe stretch satin draped your figure, accentuating your curves. The corset bodice had a draped off-the-shoulder soft cowl neckline with matching draped sleeves that showed off your full breasts. The thigh-high slit on the left gave enough room to move freely, and hell, it looked sexy when you moved as it offered glimpses of very toned thighs.

Your hair was half-tied up, with floral hair combs, the loose tresses flowing down your back in waves. You grimaced at the amount of make-up the make-up artiste had applied on you, but you grudgingly admitted it looked good. She managed to cover up the dark circles under your eyes and hide the fact that you looked a little tired.

You took a deep breath and picked up the silk flower bouquet from the side table. You paused to admire the silk flower bouquet, with ivory and emerald forest green roses fern with eucalyptus, peony and anemone.

You made your way to the main living room of the hotel suite. The space had been turned into a mini make-up studio. Your sister and mom were sharing a hug.

“I love you too Sweetie. Watch the tears! Don’t smear your make-up. It’s your big day today,” your mom was smiling, sniffling slightly as she gently held your sister’s face.

Your sister laughed, dabbing at her eyes. She looked so beautiful. Her A-line bridal gown had 3D flowers hand painted on. The illusion bodice had a sweetheart neckline, showing off her golden tan. Her blond streaked hair had a braid twisted with little flower crystals into a crown around a high bun, with her sun kissed wavy hair flowing down her back like a golden waterfall.

Your mom was in a lace and stretch satin dress with an illusion neckline and three-quarter sleeves. The fitted bodice was adorned with lace and there was a self-tie bow at the waist. She squeezed your arm and left the room to check on your dad.

Your sister pulled you into a hug. You closed your eyes, taking comfort in her embrace.

“I’m so proud of you, Chaeyi,” you said smiling at her. “You look so beautiful. Tae’s heart is going to stop when he sees you,” you teased her.

She laughed merrily. “I hope not, I kind of need him in one piece for this wedding.” Her smile softened as she held you by your upper arms and looked closely at you. “Are you okay, Y/N?”. Her brow furrowed in concern.

You refused to let your mood dampen her day. It’d been two weeks since your life got ripped apart. Two weeks since you had to move the boxes with all your belongings temporarily into your parent’s house as you’d not had not renewed the lease on your apartment. You pushed all those thoughts away. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m just so happy for you!” You pulled her back into a hug as you tried to gain your composure. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Noona,” she whispered. Your heart squeezed at hearing her call you “Noona”. She hadn’t done that since you were teenagers, seeing as she was only two years younger than you were.

“Ok, enough, enough” you laughed. “You’re going to make us both cry.”

Just then, your dad popped his head into the room. “How’s my little….” He trailed off, staring at your sister. “Wow,” he said as he walked over to her. “You look like an angel, Sweetie,” he went up to her and put his hand to her cheek. “I can almost forgive you for making me this green suit.”

“But you look so handsome, Daddy,” you chuckled, reaching up to straighten his tie.

“Ah, both my girls look so beautiful today,” he smiled, taking your hands in his. “Chaeyi, you ready?”

Chaeyi nodded, picking up her bridal bouquet. She took a deep breath, then placed her hand in the crook of your dad’s elbow. You led the way out of the bridal suite and together made your way to the wedding hall.

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It wasn’t so much a hall as it was a large tent that had been set up on the hotel lawn. The entire area was decked in green leaves, white silk flowers and fairy lights. Pine-colored chairs with white and light green gauze bows were neatly arranged around round tables covered in luxurious ivory-colored tablecloths.

You paused outside the tent with the two other bridesmaids and Shieun, Tae’s little 8-year-old niece who was the flower girl.

The music started. The flaps to the tent were lifted, and Shieun walked slowly into the tent, scattering white rose petals as she went. You heard a chorus of “Awwws” at how cute she looked. The two bridesmaids followed. As the maid-of-honor, you were the last to enter before the bride.

Tae looked so handsome in his light greyish green suit. Agave green tie. White silk flowers in his lapel. His soft brown hair had been styled in waves. He smiled at you, giving you an encouraging nod. Then his eyes light up when he saw your sister. He smiled so widely his eyes crinkled.

Standing next to him was Namjoon. Your childhood friend. Tae and Namjoon had met in college and got along like a house on fire. They became close like brothers. In fact, it was during a trip to Oahu, Hawaii when Tae first saw your sister surfing. He fell for her hard. He said she looked like a goddess. Golden skin, golden hair, shining against the agave green waves. Being a surfer himself, he knew the waves at Oahu Pipeline could be deadly. But your sister was fearless. They hit it off right away. They even joked about having a beach wedding, but having sand everywhere wouldn’t make for a very comfortable wedding. They decided on an agave-green theme wedding, a tribute the waves where they first met.

Namjoon was in an agave green suit with a light green tie, the same as your Dad’s. Namjoon likewise looked very handsome. His hair looked neat, in contrast to his usual messy mop. He’d forgone his glasses in favor of contacts which he was usually too afraid to wear, but vanity had won out. Namjoon smiled at you, exaggeratingly giving you the once over, then pursing his lips to give you an air-kiss.

Next to him stood Yoongi, also in the agave green suit. He and Tae had been friends since high school. Yoongi was the definition of “strong and silent type”. He had an extremely dry and cutting sense of humor. He had a soft spot for you and your sister though. He was smiling widely too. To be honest, it was a little strange seeing him smile so much. You laughed a little at his gummy smile. He winked at you.

There was supposed to be a third groomsman. This person had even gotten his measurements taken for the agave green suit. But Tae stood up there with only two groomsmen. You tried not to dwell on that, instead focusing on the look of pure happiness on Tae’s face as he gazed adoringly at your sister.

She in turn looked at him with eyes full of love. You heard your Dad say gruffly “You take care of my little girl now, Tae.” Your sister leaned over to kiss your Dad on the cheek. “Thank you, Daddy, for everything.” Your Dad looked misty-eyed as he took your sister’s hand and placed it in Tae’s.

It was a beautiful ceremony. There was not a dry eye in the first two rows of guests. Your Mom was dabbing at her eyes. Your Dad had tears rolling down his cheeks unashamedly. Your Mom passed him her handkerchief, patting him on the back.

The lunch was exquisite. There were a few Hawaiian dishes, a nod at the place where it had all started. Lunch was over now. Everyone was either dancing or mingling, sipping champagne.

You felt a little uneasy. Like a tickling between your shoulder blades. You rolled your shoulders to ease the itch. Then noticed your mother giving someone a dirty look. Disapproval radiated off her. You turned to look at who she was frowning at.

Your heart clenched. It was him. You quickly looked around for your sister. She was dancing with Tae, both lost in their bubble of happiness. Your Dad was dancing with Shieun, lifting her and twirling her as she giggled. None of them had noticed the uninvited guest.

He was in a crisp, white, long-sleeved shirt and the agave green slacks tailored for the wedding. The white shirt showed off his broad, muscular shoulders and arms. The slacks hugged his muscular thighs and emphasized his slender waist. Dammit, he looked good. But he looked tired. His hair looked like he’d been running his hands through it over and over. Those puppy dog eyes that could melt the iciest of hearts didn’t have their usual sparkle. How dare he! How dare he use those puppy dog eyes on you! You stalked over to him.

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Jungkook was going out of his mind. The last two weeks had been torture. He decided he was going to fight for you. Especially after hearing some news that put the last two months in perspective.

He stepped into the tent. Celebrations were in full swing. He saw your sister dancing with Tae. Happiness written all over their faces. He saw your Dad dancing with Shieun. He saw your mom who was talking to someone. Then she moved a little and he saw that that someone was you.

You took his breath away. He’d never seen you in a dress that color. It complemented your complexion well. The dress clung to all your curves, which he followed hungrily with his eyes. He also noticed the slit in the dress, offering him a glimpse of your thighs. Those thighs that he remembered wrapped around his head as he ate you out. He shook his head to clear away his wayward thoughts.

Your hair was half-tied up, looking very chic yet relaxed. You were wearing a lot more make-up than usual. Which wasn’t surprising, you being the maid of honor and all. He didn’t think you needed make up. You were naturally beautiful. Your heart-shaped face, long wavy brown hair, perfectly arched eyebrows, big brown eyes, long eyelashes, high cheekbones, flawless complexion, plump pink lips.

He would always remember the first time he’d seen you. It was at a Veterinary Conference. During the tea break, he’d been chatting with a friend when he saw you. He’d frozen, mouth open. He’d stopped mid-sentence, a half-eaten finger sandwich halfway to his mouth. You looked more like a model than a vet. Not those stick-thin all skin and bones models. The curvy Victoria Secrets type model. He could tell you were athletic, based on the muscle tone in your arms, and the way your jeans hugged your legs. He made it his mission to talk to you and get your number.

He felt attracted to you. Like there was a gravitational pull and he was caught in it. You always had this way of capturing his attention, making everything else fade away. He always knew when you entered a room. His eyes would automatically be drawn to you. He recalled fondly that first conversation he had with you. You’d both talked about your work, sharing your unusual cases. You had an animated conversation about the consistency of poop, animal poop that is. Then you’d both looked down at the small chocolate lava cake you had on your plate and burst out laughing.

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You looked tired. You had tension lines – your forehead was a little creased. You were smiling but your smile didn’t reach your eyes. You always had a glow about you. Your eyes would be shining. But not today. There was no glow, as if a lantern had been shuttered. Your eyes were not shining. He felt a tightness in his chest and a burning in his gut, knowing he was the cause of your pain. His insides twisted. He cursed himself for not seeking you out sooner. He hoped it wasn’t too late.

You’d stalked over to him, eyes blazing. “You have some nerve, gatecrashing my sister’s wedding!” you hissed. “Don’t you know better than to show up uninvited? What the hell do you want? Haven’t you done enough?” Your fists were clenched. You sounded angry, but behind it he could tell you were keeping a tight rein on your emotions. He saw you blinking. He knew you’d cry when you got very angry, and you were holding it all in.

“I came to fight for you, Y/N. I’m not giving up on us.”

You blinked. Your mouth opened and closed, like a goldfish’s. “There is no ‘us’, Jeon Jungkook,” you said in low, seething voice. “You’d better leave now. You’re not welcome here.” Your voice trembled. He saw your composure slip, your face starting to scrunch up. You turned on your heel to walk away.

“Wait! Y/N!” Jungkook was startled that you’d just stalked off. “Can you turn around? Y/N? Just wait!”

You pretended not to hear him and hurried away. Thank God for the slit in your skirt and the stretchy material of your dress. Your movement wasn’t hampered as you crossed the lawn to make your way back to the hotel suite. Your tears had spilled over, despite you digging your nails into your palms to try to stem the flow. You wiped away the tears, knowing you’d have to deal with the stains later to make yourself presentable.

Jungkook hurried after you. He saw you wiping away your tears. His stomach twisted. He’d do anything to ease your pain. He’d give anything to hold you again. He’d beg, grovel, crawl just to see you smile at him.

He’d almost caught up with you when you reached the suite. He managed to catch hold of the door before it slammed shut. You hadn’t noticed that he’d entered the room behind you. You sat down on the sofa, covering your face, sobbing. His heart broke into a million pieces. He’d never seen you cry so hard. Not even that day two weeks ago when you walked out.

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The Fight

Two weeks ago

You’d just gone back to his apartment after celebrating a friend’s birthday at their favorite club. He’d showered and had just finished making hot chocolate. Your favorite pre-bedtime beverage. It also helped settle his stomach after he’d had too much to drink.

“Baby, chocolate’s ready!”

You emerged from the room. Your face was white. You were holding his phone in your hand. He looked at you in alarm.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he reached out and held your arm.

“Don’t ‘Baby’ me,” you hissed, yanking your arm out of his hold. You thrust the phone at him. His WhatsApp was open. He had two messages from Yena. His heart sank. You’d just had a big fight about this three weeks ago.

You had accused him of welcoming Yena’s advances. She’d been hitting on him while you were all at a club. Everyone had had a few rounds of drinks. Yena was Jungkook’s client. A very rich and attractive one. She said she was interested in his research on natural remedies for pets and wanted to fund him. She was obviously interested in more than his research. She’d started sending him messages daily. Good morning. Goodnight. He never replied unless it had to do with the research. You’d noticed that she’d always touch him whenever they were together. A hand on his chest. Lingering on his bicep. Patting him on the cheek when she teased him. Smiling flirtatiously at him. Undressing him with her eyes.

Yena had gone as far as to post photos of her and Jungkook taken at events like research seminars on Insta. There were even a few taken at the club. They looked very close in the photos.

He said you were reading too much into things. That you were must being jealous and suspicious. He turned around and accused you of leading Namjoon on. You’d scoffed, saying Namjoon was your childhood friend, like a brother. Jungkook was incredulous that you didn’t know how Namjoon felt about you. Namjoon took every opportunity to touch you. Hug you. You were an extremely touchy-feely person, so Namjoon’s touches were nothing out of the ordinary for you. But Jungkook had noticed the way Namjoon’s gaze lingered on you. How his touches were a tad longer than appropriate, and in areas that went beyond “brotherly” ones.

You’d both shouted at each other for a while, until you stopped to catch your breath. Jungkook had walked over to you and hugged you. You had flailed against him, beating your fists on his chest. He just hugged you tighter. He said he was sorry. He said he loved you and trusted you. You told him you loved and trusted him too. Jungkook said he would tell Yena to only message him about the research and to keep things strictly professional. He also said he’d be less suspicious of Namjoon. You said you would try to keep your jealousy in check, and remember it was entirely one-sided. You’d also try to be more aware of your interactions with Namjoon, and to stop him if he did anything mildly inappropriate.

Namjoon had always been a sore point for Jungkook. When you and Jungkook had first started dating two and a half years ago, Jungkook had noticed how Namjoon would sometimes brood when Jungkook and you were together. Namjoon was quick to put on a smile ready whenever you interacted with him. Jungkook saw this quick change of expression on Namjoon’s face many times. You never saw it. He’d mentioned it to you, but you’d brushed it off assuring him that you treated Namjoon like a brother. That you only wanted him, Jeon Jungkook. You’d given him a mind-blowing blowjob to prove your point. Jungkook was convinced.

Over time, Namjoon seemed to have resigned himself to the fact that you were with Jungkook now, and it was serious. Jungkook had asked you to move in with him and you’d agreed. It was only over the last couple of weeks that Jungkook noticed Namjoon seemed to be renewing his efforts to get closer to you.

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With a great feeling of dread, Jungkook looked at the messages from Yena.

“That kiss we shared was so electric, Kook. Your arms caging me in, your big hands on my body. Here’s a little photo for you so that you’ll dream of me tonight. I’ll be dreaming of you.”

The photo was one of Yena topless. Her long hair covering one breast, while she held the other breast in hand, posing for the camera.

He looked up in panic.

“You kissed her?” you asked, your voice rough with emotion.

“Y/N, it was a mistake! We’d all drunk a lot! She came on to me in the corridor outside the men’s room. She kissed me! I drunkenly kissed her back, but then I stopped and pushed her away! I never touched her! I said I’m in love with you! We are moving in together!”

“You kissed her back, Jungkook! Tell me, did you enjoy it? Was it a thrill to kiss someone who’s not your girlfriend?!? How long has this been happening?!? Were you even going to tell me?” Your voice was getting louder and louder.

“Oh, you’re one to talk! I saw Namjoon kiss you on the cheek other day and you just smiled at him! Then he kissed you again and you just laughed! Tell me there’s nothing going on!”

The fight escalated to the point you were screaming at each other. Your hands balled into fists, your eyes watery. Then he said something he would regret saying forever. He knew that you’d broken up with your ex, Jimin, over something similar. Jimin had been cheating on you. You’d suspected it, and would often ask him where he was, who he was with. Jimin had accused you of being needy, jealous and suffocating. When you tailed him and caught him with his pants down (literally), you’d broken it off. But that relationship left deep scars. You’d found it hard to open up and trust someone with your heart. Jungkook thought he’d managed to gain your trust.

“Maybe if you weren’t so jealous and needy, Jimin wouldn’t have cheated on you!”

You stood there, shocked into silence. He knew for a fact that Jimin had already been cheating on you, even before you’d started questioning him on his whereabouts. Jungkook knew what he said was a low blow, but he had said it in a fit of anger. Now he couldn’t take it back.

You looked at him with so much hurt on your face, he felt like dying inside. Your tears spilled over, running down your cheeks. But he was hurt too. Hurt that you still didn’t trust him. Hurt that you were so quick to accuse him of not being faithful.

You closed your eyes, tears still flowing. When you opened them, there was a hardness in your look that sent chills down Jungkook’s spine.

“I’ll cancel with the movers. Tell them they don’t need to pick up my stuff tomorrow.” You turned to leave his apartment.

“But,… but,…” Jungkook was reeling from what you just said. His brain couldn’t process what was happening right now. “Where are you going to stay?” he blurted out.

“It’s not your problem anymore,” you whispered and left. Jungkook was shell-shocked. You’d left! His first instinct was to run after you. But them he remembered, you didn’t trust him. Maybe you just couldn’t trust anyone. How did things go so badly so fast? He poured himself a whiskey, his thoughts whirling. He passed out after his third glass.

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The Revelation

He approached you slowly. You looked up at him. There was no spark of anger left. Your shoulders slumped in complete defeat. His heart went out to you, the desire to hold and comfort you overcoming his trepidation and fear of being rejected. He pulled you up onto your feet and put his arms around you. You didn’t even struggle. You continued to cry. He didn’t say anything. Just held you and stroked your hair.

When you’d calmed down, he drew back to look at you. Your make-up was ruined, your eyes puffy, your face flushed. You still looked beautiful.

“Y/N, I meant what I said. I’m here to fight for you.”

You shook your head, sitting back down on the sofa. Eyes closed, one hand on your forehead.

“Y/N, just listen to me okay? It’ll all become clear once I finish what I have to say. Please, I’m begging you,” he pleaded, taking both your hands in his.

You sighed and nodded. Jungkook related how Namjoon and Yena had been conspiring for weeks to break you up. Jungkook only found out because Yena had gotten drunk at the club again the day before. Jungkook’s co-worker had overhead her gloating about having broken you and Jungkook up just in time before your sister’s wedding.

Yena wanted Jungkook to herself. She’d noticed how Namjoon looked at you and had approached him with a scheme to break you and Jungkook up. She said Jungkook hadn’t been taking her calls since the break-up, but she could wait. She’d be there to help him get over his heartbreak. She was confident he’d be hers in no time.

Namjoon on his part would try to get closer to you, hoping to drive a wedge between you and Jungkook. He made sure to be especially affectionate when Jungkook was around. He popped in at your workplace with coffee and muffins almost every other day. He made sure to text you a few times a day with funny memes and stories about friends who ended up as lovers.

You couldn’t believe it. You shook your head. You got up and paced. “Namjoon has been one of my best friends since we got out of diapers. I can’t believe he would stoop so low.”

“He was desperate, Y/N. We were going to move in together. He had to do something. Didn’t you notice, he was hanging around you more after I’d started working with Yena?” Jungkook had considered confronting Namjoon about it, but he didn't want to spoil your sister's wedding.

You thought about it. It was all starting to make sense now. All those little things Yena did to seed the idea that Jungkook was cheating on you. How Namjoon had seemed to be always around. He’d even mentioned that he was already in love with someone when you’d all been talking about falling in love and settling down. You hadn’t noticed that he had looked at you with longing when he said it.

It felt like a cloud had been lifted. Your thoughts were still running a mile a minute. You looked at Jungkook, who had walked up to you and taken your hands in his again.

“Y/N, let me apologize. I’m so, so sorry for those horrible things I said to you. I know it’s something I can’t undo. I was hurt that you didn’t trust me, but I realize that wasn’t your fault. I know I also hurt you when I didn’t trust you when you said you didn’t have feelings for Namjoon.” He took a deep breath. He moved his hands up to cup your face gently.

“I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. I can’t lose you. Give me a chance. Can we work things out? I’ll make up for all those times I hurt you. I wanna be with you, Y/N. You’re it for me. Tell me it’s not too late. I should have fought for you earlier. Please. Y/N, I’m begging you. Give us a chance.” He looked deep into your eyes, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones.

You stared back at him. Your look was soft now. You saw the love in his eyes. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.

Jungkook was startled by your sudden move but then held your face more tightly as he kissed you back. His lips moved over yours. It was bliss. He slanted his lips over yours, deepening the kiss. He licked your lower lip, asking for entry. You parted your lips on a sigh. He slipped his tongue in, his tongue dancing with yours. You tasted sweet. Well, a little salty because of the tears. But sweet. It was a nectar he was addicted to.

Your arms reached up to wind around his shoulders as he pulled you closer. Your body flushed against his. His erection rubbed against your lower belly. He pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall. Being in his arms again felt so good. Your body reacted. Your nipples were hard when he pulled down the front of your dress to gain access to your breasts. He squeezed your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples, pressing open mouthed kisses along your jaw.

You clawed at his belt, undoing it. You unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, reaching into his boxer briefs to grab his hard cock. You gave it a few pumps. He reached into the slit of your dress and pulled your knee up, opening you up to him. He pumped his cock with one hand, using the other hand to push your panties to one side. He bent slightly, positioned his cock at your entrance and drove all the way in.

You moaned. He moaned. “So wet, Baby,” he groaned. This was what Heaven must feel like. This feeling of completeness. Of being whole. He reached down to grab your ass, pulling you up. You wrapped your legs around his hips. He thrust hard into you, his body pinning yours to the wall. Your hands went into his silky hair. He sucked at the skin near your collarbone.

“Miss. This. So. Much,” he grunted as he started thrusting faster and harder. You felt your muscles tensing up. “Harder, Kook, I’m close” you said breathily. He pounded into you a few more times, then your world shattered. He bit down on your neck as you came, making your body arch against his, your hands pulling on his hair as you cried out his name. A few more sloppy thrusts and he climaxed too.

He held you close, breathing in your scent. “I love you,” he said, kissing your neck. He slowly lowered your legs till you could stand up on your own.

“I love you too, Kook,” you said, looking into his eyes. “I never stopped loving you.”

You adjusted your dress, pulling up the front and pulling down the skirt while Jungkook tucked himself back into his briefs and buckled his belt.

“Move in with me,” Jungkook said, putting his arms around you again. “I’ll get the movers to get your things from your parent’s house tomorrow. Let me start making it up to you. I’ll make you breakfast in bed every day,” he offered, kissing you all over your face, making you laugh. You nodded, smiling.

“Oh, another thing,” he added. You stilled your movements. “I told Yena that I don’t want to work with her anymore.”

“But your funding…” you started protesting.

Jungkook clamped his hand over your mouth to stop you from talking. “I can do without it. There’s no way I can continue working with a conniving bitch like her,” he said with conviction, prompting you to hold his face and draw him into a deep kiss.

“Ahem….” Someone cleared their throat loudly.

Jungkook and you stopped kissing, startled, turning to look at the person who’d just walked in.

“Sooooo…., “ your sister said, looking between the two of you. Her eyes drifted to the small hickey on your collarbone. She took in your flushed faces. Your lipstick on Jungkook’s lips. The rumpled state of your skirt. Jungkook’s messy hair. With a straight face, she pointed at Jungkook, “Your fly’s undone, Tiger,”. She chortled when Jungkook hastily zipped himself up.

“Everything ok, Y/N?” she asked you, a world of meaning behind her simple question.

You smiled at her. “Yes.” You didn’t have to say anything beyond that. That smile. The sparkle in your eyes. It was enough to tell her you were okay. Things were okay. It looked like you and Jungkook were back together.

“Well, you better hustle. We’re going to cut the cake. You’ve been missing for half an hour,” she snickered.

You blushed prettily at that, patting your hair. “Give me 5 minutes to touch up my make-up.”

“Ok,” she laughed at you. “Oh, and Jungkook, I suggest you comb your hair and wipe Y/N’s lipstick off your lips. No need to give our guests more to gossip about besides that hickey on Y/N’s collarbone,” she chortled as she left the room.

You freshened up quickly, grabbing some tissues to wipe the cum dripping down the inside of your thigh. You even tried applying some foundation on the hickey to hide it. But now there was a strange patch of foundation on the area. You tried to wipe it lightly, but now the hickey could just be seen. You gave up. Jungkook at least was successful in combing his hair and wiping off any traces of your lipstick.

“Shall we?” Jungkook asked, holding out his hand. You nodded, taking his big hand in yours. Jungkook swore he would never let you go.

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For those who love pix, here are some links!

MC’s sister’s bridal gown

MC’s Agave Green Bridesmaid’s Dress

MC’s Mom’s dress

Groom and Groomsmen’s green and grey suits

Bride’s Bouquet

Maid of Honor's Bouquet

Bride's Hair

MC’s hair

Wedding Cake and Color Scheme

Wedding Tentage on Lawn

#bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook x you #namjoon #taehyung #bts oneshot #btsfanfic #jimin #yoongi #song inspired

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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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roosterforme's '80s Rocktober Playlist fic challenge

For those about to rock, we salute you!

Let's rock 'n' roll the Top Gun way! Choose an '80s rock song (or pop or country or rap...), and write a fic about one or more of our favorite Top Gun characters! Just make sure the songs are from Rooster's favorite decade, the 1980s!

Or create a banner or mood board! Go with an '80s vibe or a specific song to inspire you and run wild.

Banner credit to @mak-32. Rock on, Mak.

Rules for fics:

Please use the #top gun rocktober hashtag!!!

Once you have your song selected (first come, first served, no duplicates), please send me an ask letting me know which song and character(s) you want to write about. If your song is not listed below, just let me know what you want with your ask and I’ll add it (as long as it fits the decade). If your song has been claimed already, I'll let you know so you can choose another one.

You can use the song in the fic however you would like. Use it as the title, use some lyrics, have the song playing in the background, use it as inspiration, anything you want!

There is no real time limit, but please try to post in September or October.

Please make sure you tag me (or send me a message) when you post your story so I don’t miss it. I can’t wait to read and reblog!

Please reblog and share this with anyone who may want to participate. And reblogging fics is always a treat for writers!

If you’re under 18, do not submit or read smut.

Rules for banners and mood boards:

Please use the #top gun rocktober hashtag!!!

If you want to use a specific song, please send me an ask letting me know which song. If you want to participate with the '80s vibe and no specific song, just send me an ask and let me know you'll be submitting an image or images.

Please make sure you tag me (or send me a message) when you post so I don’t miss it. I can’t wait to reblog!

Please reblog and share this with anyone who may want to participate.

Songs and fics we are rocking out to:

1 @roosterforme What's Your Name by New Order (Bradley)

2 @beyondthesefourwalls Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper (Bradley)

3 @sylviebell Faithfully by Journey (Natasha)

4 @wkndwlff Love Walks In by Van Halen (Bob)

5 @desert-fern Jump by Van Halen (Bradley)

6 @yanna-banana Like a Prayer by Madonna (Jake)

7 @fanboyswhore9 Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer (Mickey)

8 @cherrycola27 Born to Be My Baby by Bon Jovi (Bradley)

9 @trickphotography2 Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones (Bradley)

10 @blue-aconite Every Little Thing She Does is Magic by The Police (Jake)

11 @roosterforme Do You Wanna Touch Me? by Joan Jett (Bradley)

12 @startrekfangirl2233 Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! (Mickey)

13 @bradshawsbitch Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (Bradley)

14 @bellaireland1981 Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (Bradley)

15 @wkndwlff Lay Your Hands On Me by Bon Jovi (Bob)

16 @beyondthesefourwalls Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield (Javy)

17 @thedroneranger Boys of Summer by Don Henley (Bradley)

18 @cottagecori Dancing With Myself by Generation X (Bob)

19 @sweetwhispersofchaos I Hate Myself For Loving You by Joan Jett (Natasha and Jake)

20 @sometimesanalice Straight Up by Paula Abdul (Bradley)

21 @lovinglyeternal Call Me by Blondie (Jake)

22 @roosterforme Adult Education by Hall & Oates (Jake)

23 @beyondthesefourwalls Your Love by Outfield (Bradley)

24 @mayhemmanaged You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC (Jake)

25 @topherwrites Love Shack by The B-52's (Bradley)

26 @ficsilike-reblogged Take On Me by A-ha (Bob)

27 @cottagecori Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions (Bradley)

28 @jupitercomet Kissing a Fool by George Michael (Bradley)

29 @startrekfangirl2233 Don't You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds (Jake and Bradley)

30 @topherwrites Just Like Heaven by The Cure (Jake)

31 @sweetwhispersofchaos As the World Falls Down by David Bowie (Natasha and Bob)

32 @inmyloveworld Open Arms by Journey (Bradley)

33 @thedroneranger Centerfold by J. Geils Band (Jake)

34 @gretagerwigsmuse Can't Hardly Wait by The Replacements (Bradley)

35 @bellaireland1981 Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar (Jake)

36 @blurredcolour Push It by Salt-N-Pepa (Jake and Bradley)

37 @blackwidownat2814 White Wedding by Billy Idol (Jake)

38 @keep-on-burnin The Look by Roxette (Bradley)

39 @cherrycola27 Secret Lovers by Atlantic Starr (Natasha and Javy)

40 @topherwrites Uptown Girl by Billy Joel (Bradley)

41 @jynxmirage If I Could Turn Back Time by Cher (Jake)

42 @notroosterbradshaw Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks (Bradley)

43 @ficsilike-reblogged Hungry for Heaven by Dio (Beau)

44 @callsign-magnolia Who's Crying Now by Journey (Bradley)

45 @trickphotography2 Every Breath You Take by The Police (Bob)

46 @sarahsmi13s Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard (Jake)

47 @roosterforme Cover Girl by New Kids on the Block (Natasha)

48 @bobfloydsbabe Alone by Heart (Jake)

49 @ughthisisntright The Stroke by Billy Squier (Bradley)

50 @wkndwlff Special Secret Song Inside by The Red Hot Chili Peppers (Jake)

51 @sylviebell Thriller by Michael Jackson (Natasha and Javy)

52 @xoxabs88xox Why’d You Come in Here Lookin' Like That by Dolly Parton (Jake)

53 @paigewinchester67 I'm On Fire by Bruce Springsteen (Bradley and Jake)

54 @sarahsmi13s Fishin' In the Dark by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (Bob)

55 @callsign-joyride Need You Tonight by INXS (Bradley)

56 @foreverrandomwritings Paradise City by Guns N' Roses (Beau)

57 @cherrycola27 Whoever's In New England by Reba McEntire (Bob)

58 @1234-angelika The Bluest Eyes in Texas by Restless Heart (Jake)

59 @decantedenchanted Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx (Mav)

60 @the-authoress-writes Black Velvet by Alannah Myles (Jake)

61 @withahappyrefrain Somebody to Love by Queen (Bradley)

62 @valhallaas Hold on Loosely by 38 Special (Javy)

63 @talktomegooseman The Chair by George Strait (Jake)

64 @foreverrandomwritings Master of Puppets by Metallica (Mickey and Bob)

65 @poetrieshouse Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran (Mav)

66 @tongue-like-a-razor Poison by Alice Cooper (Jake)

67 @1234-angelika Real Love by Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers (Bradley)

68 @the-authoress-writes The Flame by Cheap Trick (Ice)

69 @hangmanstigerlily Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (Jake)

70 @samsgoddess Hysteria by Def Leppard (Bradley)

71 @eternalsams Cherry Pie by Warrant (Jake)

72 @love-in-light Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi (Bradley)

73 @thatdammchickennugget Summer of '69 by Bryan Adams (Bradley)

74 @whatislovevavy Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears (Jake)

Totally rad cover art:

@ryebecca She Drives Me Crazy by Fine Young Cannibals

@bettycooper Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) by Kate Bush (Bradley)

@ryebecca The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News (Bob)

@mak-32 Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean (Bradley)

@laracrofted I Love Rock 'n' Roll by Joan Jett (Bob)

@sebsxphia Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners (Bob)

Need some song inspiration? Check out these bangers:

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - The Police

Start Me Up - The Rolling Stones

Livin’ On A Prayer - Bon Jovi

Eye of the Tiger - Survivor

Shout - Tears for Fears

You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi

Every Breath You Take - The Police

The Final Countdown - Europe

Angel - Aerosmith

Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks

Uptown Girl - Billy Joel

Call Me - Blondie

Take Me Home Tonight - Eddie Money

Free Fallin’ - Tom Petty

Hysteria - Def Leppard

I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Just like Heaven - The Cure

I Won’t Back Down - Tom Petty

Magic - The Cars

Love Is A Battlefield - Pat Benatar

Addicted To Love - Robert Palmer

Love Shack - The B-52’s

Without You - Motley Crue

Material Girl - Madonna

Legs - ZZ Top

Paradise City - Guns N’ Roses

Can’t Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon

Cum on Feel the Noize - Quiet Riot

#top gun rocktober #roosterforme #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun imagine #top gun maverick imagine #top gun #top gun maverick

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Part 1: Days 1 - 3

Tamlin Week is fast approaching! Do you need some last-minute inspiration? (Us, too.) Consider the following, and feel free to use one prompt or the other (or both!) for your submissions!

Forgiveness

Many people think Tamlin needs a redemption arc; others think he’s already had one. Does Tamlin need forgiveness, or does he need to forgive in order to move on?

Forgiveness can also mean compassion or mercy. When has Tamlin shown mercy?

Or, consider the opposite: What would a vengeful Tamlin look like?

Change

Tamlin is a shapeshifter. Was he born with this gift, or made?

What other forms can he take besides his beast form?

If you could change one thing about Tamlin’s story, what would it be? Have some fun with an AU or two!

Dark Spring

Spring signals the end of winter, but it’s not all sunshine and roses. In reality, there are fierce winds, sudden storms, and fluctuating temperatures, all the while the earth grows greener. While the Spring Court is often described in near-perfect picnic basket terms, this is your chance to explore its underside.

Popular “Dark Spring” aesthetic examples include:

Moss, white mushroom rings, ferns and forests

Heavy gray storm clouds, cobwebs glistening with rain drops or dew, dark wet stones still slick and shining, fallen flower petals

Desolate castle towers and bridges surrounded by fog, twisted ivy growing on marble statues, hedge mazes, abandoned archways

Bird nests and wildflowers growing around bleached bone

Spring Mythology & Celebrations

Tamlin must hunt the white stag when the sun sets on Fire Night. Where does it come from, and what is its significance? How about the Hunter and the Maiden?

Calanmai and Nynsar are two known Spring Court holidays, aka Fire Night and the Day of Seeds and Flowers. What other holidays does the Spring Court celebrate?

The Spring Court has not only celebrated its own holidays, but other Courts’ as well (Summer Solstice being one example). What would other Court holidays look like with Spring flair?

Polycules & Platonics

Multi-shippers rejoice! Who is your favorite Tamlin couple and/or throuple? Now’s your chance to show them off!

If romance is not your thing, how about a platonic cuddle puddle? Who’s in it, and how many are there? Feel free to throw in some animal friends, too!

Tamlin and Lucien were best friends once, and so were Tamlin and Rhysand. Can they be friends again? What did their past friendship look like?

Does Tamlin meet new friends, ie your OCs? Who are they, and what does their relationship look like?

Worship

The Children of the Blessed worshiped the High Fae like gods, and since the Mortal Lands border the Spring Court, Tamlin most likely knew of them, and might have encountered them. What would that look like?

Tamlin and Ianthe were childhood friends, once. What did their relationship look like before he was a High Lord, and she a High Priestess? How did it change afterwards?

Tamlin is known to be a passionate lover, and Feyre recalls how her name on his lips is like “a prayer more devout than Ianthe had offered up to the Cauldron”. Make of that what you will. ;)

Feeling inspired yet? Check out Part 2 (coming soon) for more days and more ideas!

#tamlin #tamlin week #tamlinweek #tamlin week 2025 #tamlinweek2025 #prompts #original post

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ilguna · 2 years ago

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Hey! Could I get a 1 and 3 from aisle 2 for the supply run? With finnick preferably and only if it inspires you! I’m in desperate need of some soft hurt/comfort.

Congrats on everything and thanks for opening this up!

☼ moments notice (Finnick Odair) ☼

warnings; swearing, blood mention, weapon mention.

wc; 1.4k

prompt; 1. "Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again." AND 3. "I'd come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I will be there."

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“(Y/n)!”

You whip around at the sound of your name being screamed deeper in the jungle, eyes searching the thick trees for the person who’s calling for you. You take a step, eyebrows knitting together, unsure if you should be running in their direction or not.

Slowly, you reach for the spear that Katniss had to help you attach to the purple belt the Capitol provided. The vines do a very good job of making it stay in place. No matter how fast you run, or how badly it bounces on your thigh, the knot never comes loose.

You pull the long pole out of the loop, gripping the metal tightly. Maybe you didn’t hear what you thought you did. There’s a good chance it was a bird up in the trees, the chirp coincidentally sounding like your name. Still, this doesn’t ease the tension in your body.

“(Y/n)!” The scream is raw, one that was caused out of fear.

A shot of ice goes down your spine when you realize why you had such a visceral reaction the first time you heard it. It’s familiar, it belongs to the one person that matters in this world. Your feet begin to move you forward without a real plan on what to do.

“Finnick?” You call back, “Finnick!”

He begins to call back, but it’s abruptly cut off. You race toward where you’d last heard him, arms pumping, barreling through ferns, rocks and roots to reach him faster. As you get closer, you think you can see movement beyond the trees, possibly another small clearing.

You raise your free arm, anticipating to block your face from the branch you’re going to run into. Instead, you slam straight into an invisible force. The side of your arm hits your chin, as you try to twist your body away from whatever it is that’s managed to stop you so harshly.

You land on the ground, the spear a few feet away. You don’t even have time to breathe before you’re springing back up, hand outstretched to feel what it is. You come into contact with a wall, one that you weren’t able to see before. The only reason why you can now, is because you’re touching it. It warps around your hand, and smooths out as it spreads.

You push into it, wanting it to budge.

It doesn’t.

“Finnick!” You shout, snatching the spear out of the grass as you travel uphill, wanting to get a better look from the conveniently placed trees. They block your view of the clearing,

From what you can see through the leaves, he isn’t in there. You stand there for a moment, catching your breath, thinking about your next move. Which becomes obvious when you hear Johanna calling for you, from the area you were all gathered at on the beach.

You start to jog that way, “I’m coming!”

Johanna’s standing a few feet into the treeline, watching you come toward her. As soon as you’re in reach, she wraps her hand around your wrist, pulling you with her.

“Where is he?” You breathe, looking at the beach, but you’re not going in that direction. “Is he okay?”

“He’s stuck in one of the hours.” She tells you, letting go. “We heard Katniss’ sister screaming, so she went off running after it. Finnick followed her because he’s the fastest. We heard you, too, but it sounded different.”

“Well I was—”

“No, I know that.” She cuts you off, waving her hand. “I mean, the first one we heard didn’t sound like you. Beetee says that it might’ve been engineered.”

You pause, face twisting. The Capitol fabricated your screams?

The two of you slow down when you can see Peeta and Beetee. They look up when they can hear you rustling through the greenery. Johanna takes a few steps, and then moves out of the way to let you get a better look of the situation.

Peeta presses his forehead against the wall, his hand right next to it. If he feels comfortable enough to do this, that must mean the wall isn’t electrified in the same way the forcefield at the top of the hill is. It’s safer to touch this one for long periods of time.

Katniss is on the other side, body turned to face in his direction, but her hands are clamped over her ears, eyes shut, head between her knees. Her whole body is rigid, and you don’t understand, until you see a dark bird divebomb at her, beak aimed for her body.

You can’t tell if it hurts her or not, because she doesn’t twitch at the impact. You move around Peeta, looking for Finnick, and find them close to Katniss, in nearly the exact same position that she’s in. Except, his nose is gushing blood.

“What happened? Why is he bleeding?”

“He ran straight into the wall.” Johanna says. “They’re going to be in there for an hour.”

“Can they hear us?” You ask.

“No, and we can’t hear them, either.” Peeta says.

“What’s going on with the birds?”

“I believe they’re Capitol mutts, engineered to mimic their loved ones' screams. They’re programmed using artificial intelligence. All we have to do is take clips from interviews and manipulate them. It’s quite simple.” Beetee murmurs. “We do something similar in District Three.”

“And he has to sit there for a whole hour?” You ask, “Listening to this?”

“Yep.” Johanna says, lowering herself to the ground.

You stand there, staring at Finnick. What use would your screams even have, besides leading the tributes into an area? They could’ve done anything, and they chose dive bombing birds? You don’t understand why the Capitol wouldn’t go for something more sinister, considering they’re all about torture.

“I’m right here, Katniss.” Peeta mumbles, not caring that she can’t see him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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Peeta suddenly falls forward, barely managing to catch himself in the dirt, unprepared for the wall disappearing without notice. The two of you get to your feet at the same time, but you have to walk farther to get to Finnick. Whereas he simply scoops Katniss out of the grass and goes to the beach.

You fall to your knees next to Finnick, grabbing his knee, reaching for the side of his face. You cup his cheek, running your thumb over his cheek, finding it wet from the tears.

“Finnick, honey.” You murmur.

He looks at you, the corners of his mouth turned downward. You shake your head, scooting toward him. You grab his shoulder, pulling his body to yours. He hugs you tightly, letting out a shaky breath.

“You’re okay.” He murmurs to himself. “I thought I was too late. I thought they got you. Enobaria and Brutus… they’re fast and…”

“They could never take me down, Finn.” You tell him, stroking his hair. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

“I do, especially here. It’s not like last time.”

“I know.” You pull away to look at him. “Let’s go to the beach.”

Finnick reluctantly lets you go, but it’s not for long. The moment he’s back on his feet, he reaches over to take your hand, holding on the entire way. At the beach, you pick a spot underneath the shade, away from Katniss and Peeta.

Once the two of you sit down, he stares off at the water blankly. You let him be, listening in on the conversation the others are having a few feet away. It isn’t until Johanna volunteers to go grab water, do you feel as if enough time has passed.

“Why don’t you lay down?” You suggest. “You’re exhausted, you need to sleep.”

“I won’t help.” He mumbles.

“It might help more than you think.” You tilt your head to get a better look at his face. “This took a lot out of you.”

He shakes his head, unmoving. A few minutes later, he sighs, “Okay.”

You smile a little, crossing your legs. Finnick lowers himself onto the sand, using your thighs as a cushion for his head. You immediately reach to rake your fingers through his hair. He’s facing away from you, but you can tell he’s resisting.

“Just close your eyes.” You murmur. “I will still be here when you open them again.”

He doesn’t speak, twisting his body to look over his shoulder, at you. “You know I’d come for you, right? No matter what, when you need me, I will be there.”

“Of course you will.” You stop touching his hair. “I know you were looking for me, Finnick, because I was looking for you, too.”

this is part of my 3k celebration!! you can join until the cure is released on october 31st, at midnight! info at the bottom of my navigation post. you don't have to follow to participate :)

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bonefall · 1 year ago

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I'm still wading through some brain fog so I'm not writing as much as I want to, currently. But I have just been absently sketching Willowpelt because she's been on my mind

I had initially been working with the "hyena" face in mind, but I've been playing around with the "villainous role" idea for Ferncloud's Parting. I mentioned it to my partner who pointed out that big, strong profiles like that are overused for "vengeful" characters.

Besides, I really love drawing that face shape anyway, so I figured I'd move away from it since it's going to be on a LOT of RiverClan cats in particular (they have longer muzzles than other Clans because they hunt in water).

I'm leaning towards "bat" now... maybe I'll retool it so it's more deer-like. Deer are totally underused as inspiration for harsh characters...

Anyway ready for some WIP material? Plus a recap of Ferncloud's Parting for all who need a refresher

(oh wow it got long. The power of girlies <3)

FERNCLOUD'S PARTING... Refresher!!

Replaces Graystripe's Vow completely, taking place just after the Impostor has been deposed and is imprisoned. Ferncloud is now the main POV, accompanied on her journey by her childhood best friend Cloudtail and the Impostor's surviving lackey, Bumblestripe.

The goal of this SE is to explore Ferncloud's relationship to her younger brother, Ashfur.

(BB canon: Ferncloud and Elderberry are the older kits of Brindleface. Ashkit was a singlet born shortly before his mother's death, raised by Fern, Elder, and their grandmother One-eye. Fireheart botched the Queen's Rights while claiming Cloudkit, but for all intents and purposes was socially his Mi... which he was not good at being. Cloudtail was Ashfur's mentor and Ferncloud's childhood friend.)

Ferncloud is asking herself the question; "What could I have done to prevent this?"

A lot of secondary questions revolve around this... Does this make her responsible for what Ashfur has done? Did she teach him anything that contributed to who he is today? Does that make her responsible?

Cloudtail is in a similar situation, as Ashfur's mentor and someone who only ever wanted to help his friend. Could HE have prevented this? He wants to find out.

Graystripe, oldest cat in ThunderClan, accompanies the little group as far as the mountain... and decides to stay there, with his golden boy, Stormfur.

Bumblestripe had come along with them all, for... a lot of complicated reasons. But the most relevant is that he had been one of the Impostor's most loyal, brutal enforcers. Berrynose was killed in a huge skirmish, and now there's just Bumblestripe left alone to shoulder his sins.

After saying goodbye to his father for what's probably the last time, getting to meet the mythical oldest brother he's been compared to his entire life, and seeing Cloud and Fern looking to visit the Old Forest Territories... Bumblestripe goes with them even further to make sure the old cats stay safe.

Like Graystripe's Vow, I'm planning to keep the split chronology. It goes back and forth between Ferncloud in the Broken Era, and Ferncloud back during the Fire Era.

The ultimate moral here, the point I want to build to, is that Cloudtail and Ferncloud did exactly what was expected of them. They raised a loyal warrior who holds the code above all. They're only responsible for Ashfur insofar as they were responsible for teaching him the same values of vengeance, violence, and distrust of outsiders as was expected... in Firestar's absence.

(Though... there's lots of other questions that I don't think FP will answer. Like, COULD they have truly stopped him? Can they ever understand WHY, if they don't currently? There's a LOT of feelings here and I don't know if all of them really have answers.)

WIP STUFF TIME

Here's new stuff, I've either not mentioned this before, or I've mentioned it in passing without actually linking it to Ferncloud's Parting.

I have a LOT of ideas here that I have to start sorting through. I think these characters are all really interesting so it's really a matter of cutting down all these little details into something more coherent.

When Ashkit is young, he's a child. There was nothing particularly outstanding about him, besides the fact he was a bit lonely and eager to please.

There's a bit of an air of "loss" when Ferncloud thinks back to Ashpaw's childhood. Elderberry and One-eye will be dying soon after the "flashback" segments, so when she goes back to the modern era, thinking about them feels bittersweet.

I also want to sneak in that Ferncloud feels jealous over Cloudtail's mateship with Brightheart lmao, because she has a crush on Brightheart. (Note, maybe tie this to Ashfur being obsessed with Squirrelflight, with Fern questioning if her jealousy rubbed off on Ashfur)

Through helping WarriorClan, Bumblestripe feels REALLY good. They don't know anything about his past, his struggles, or his failures as a person. He's just a hero to them and that feels... good.

Watching Bumblestripe be good, learning more about his issues and WHY he did what he did while following Ashfur brings Cloud and Fern some insight... but not entirely what they need. Is Ashfur just a Bumblestripe on a bigger scale? Or are they just learning more about how good of a manipulator Ashfur is? In which case... where did that ability to manipulate come from?

Fang/Honeysuckle might be Bumblestripe's half-brother. If that's the case, Bumble is... frustrated by it. MORE of his dad's complicated legacy.

Ferncloud and Cloudtail probably have some short discussions about how much is really appropriate to teach to WarriorClan... after all, they're here questioning if any part of Ashfur was THEIR fault, what if they accidentally teach them something terrible?

But at the same time, Ferncloud is the Educator of ThunderClan, and these cats can't write. The Glyph system would be very useful to them, and they're begging to learn more about Clan culture.

Putting a pin in that part, for now. Will tie back more into the conclusion that the Clan cat party ultimately reaches.

BACK IN THE PAST; Firestar is away bringing back SkyClan in Firestar's Quietus. Everything that is done is without him.

Longtail, the deputy, is blinded and a leader does not immediately rise to fill the space in ThunderClan.

And in BloodClan, their trading partner... Scourge does the same. Oops! WRONG TIME, SCOOJ!

Planning to retire, Scourge announces an event called The Frenzy. He will choose the next leader from whoever accomplishes the biggest achievement in the given timeframe. This is how BloodClan passes on leadership.

He gives his chosen heir, Claw, their first Frenzy Achievement-- the fang of a dog from his own collar. Anyone who wishes to take power instead must accomplish a feat even bigger than what had allowed SCOURGE to take power in the first place; Killing a dog.

Fury is a challenger. She does NOT want Scourge's chosen heir, Claw, to lead BloodClan next. Claw will continue the trading and friendliness towards Clan cats, which Fury wants to end.

ENTER WILLOWPELT

Willowpelt ALSO wants this trading with BloodClan to stop. She feels it's gone too far.

BloodClan killed her mate-- Whitestorm. Firestar might have been willing to just throw his life away for this, but she's NOT.

She's recovering from a boar bite, currently, but it's scarring up nicely... and she's willing to pretend she's injured a little longer if it shakes suspicion off her.

She doesn't WANT to be allies with Fury, but if her goal is to bring BloodClan back into isolation... then, Willowpelt will do it.

And Fury promises her something else; Revenge. Scourge is the reason why Whitestorm died, and together, they can ruin his plans and make him watch as his peaceful little power transfer crumbles into ash.

GOOD SETUP IMO but I still need to work out what nefarious deed they'll do, exactly. All I know is that Fury will betray Willowpelt at the height of it. Maybe something about taking over Barley's barn. Maybe Elderberry gets killed.

But, I have one very strong feeling in mind; Ferncloud probably ends up killing Fury while Ashpaw watches or even helps.

Hmm... maybe Graystripe (becomes deputy as soon as Firestar gets back for handling this crisis so well) ordered them to let Fury go.

But Ferncloud looked at Fury, and decided that Willowpelt was right about one thing. Most BloodClan cats cannot be trusted.

The code does not apply equally to outsiders.

Maybe I WILL have Fury end up killing Elderberry in some way, and then give Ferncloud and Ashpaw a conversation about it. "Those who don't live by the code will not be protected by it. And we must protect our Clan... even if Graystripe doesn't realize it."

I could make it clear that Fury is not a threat at that point, having been beaten in some way and Claw ascending to BloodClan leadership. OR I could have left it open-ended, like, maybe Fury would be a future problem, maybe not. Not sure yet.

Willowpelt of course will also need to experience some consequences for this... unleeeess, I have Graystripe let her off really easy exactly because she's Clanborn, which even Cloudtail is frustrated about, maybe even coining the term "Codebreaker" as an insult under his breath.

In any case, Ferncloud never told Cloudtail about how she secretly killed Fury. It's too juicy to have her reveal it to him in the modern day, explaining that it IS her fault, she DID teach him the wrong thing.

Hmm... I'm talking myself into it. Though I did also like the original vibe that Ashfur's tyranny was kind of unknowable, trying to make sense out of a senseless thing he did. I think it feels a lot more interesting for Ferncloud to have been hiding this for literal years, and now feeling like she has to "pay the world back" for what she did.

Maybe even build towards something metal about Fury's grave. Hmm... maybe to hide the murder, she buried her in Elderberry's freshly dug one, since no one would notice the soil had been recently disturbed as it was JUST dug.

Buried my sister and my secret victim in the same grave. ~Just Girlie Things~

Cloudtail sitting here, War Criminal to the right and Secret Murderer to the left like "can i ever be around normal people. like, just once"

Jokes aside... Cloudtail needs to point out something very important. Ferncloud regretted what she did, and she never did what Ashfur is doing. She never sought power, when Firestar came back she's lived a long life without ever once undermining him, and even her beliefs have softened over time.

She was a Traditionalist back then, but is Fire Alone now. After everything. The destruction of the forest, loss of her kits, WindClan rebellion, reveal of Squirrelflight and Leafpool's secret...

She's helped to raise every new generation as the Educator. And yet, Ashfur, the Impostor, is unique.

And look at Bumblestripe... being Graystripe's son didn't stop him from being the Impostor's lackey.

We all make our choices. HE made his. You made your own.

But... I don't feel like Ferncloud can entirely accept that as an answer either. There would be a very forlorn sort of feeling here. Yes, we all make our own choices-- but we influence each other. For better and for worse. And she refuses to avoid responsibility for that.

Maybe in that moment I'll have her make the choice to return home, and BE the one who becomes the Light in the Mist to face Ashfur in the Dark Forest. Seems to be coming together.

#better bones au #Ferncloud's Parting #I really did not expect it to get that long I just wanted to talk about Antagonist Willowpelt lmaoo #BB!Willowpelt #BB!Ferncloud #BB!TBC

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