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If You Were My Little Girl II
Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader
Summary: Things are looking up
Alexia watches from the stands.
They're mostly empty, like almost all Barcelona B matches.
Women's football has only really started picking up steam recently but only at the top flight. The lower level leagues are still having a bit of a popularity issue.
But Alexia, for once, finds that she doesn't mind.
Because it means she can sit practically alone in the stands as she watches the home match.
A notepad sits on her lap, a pen tapping against the pages thoughtfully as she watches.
Barcelona B are good and Alexia has never expected anything different. She's seen the system at work many times as La Masia churns out players like Aitana and Pina and Jana, and more recently Vicky and Martina.
There's a reason so many clubs wants La Masia products.
They're all good players but even now, Alexia can tell a great player when she sees one.
You rise up among the crowd in the box and slam the ball into the goal, the net rippling with the force of the shot.
The best part, Alexia thinks, is that you didn't even need a moment to control the ball, hitting it in on the volley and grinning as your teammates practically dogpile you.
A hattrick in ten minutes is impressive in any league and Alexia makes another note in her notebook, humming softly to herself.
She rises out of her seat at the end of the match, disappearing into the building and out the doors.
It takes another half an hour for you to appear again, hair damp and an old crew neck sweater that Alexia's pretty sure is Alba's being tugged over your head.
You slip into the passenger seat, throwing your bag into the backseat and Alexia pulls your head down to press a kiss against the side of it.
You smile shyly at her as she offers up the fries she'd bought for a job well done.
"You did good, kid," She says," Very impressive."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. But I think we're going to work on evading slide tackles next," Alexia says as she drives off," We're trying to keep those ankles of yours intact, alright? I'm going to need them this season."
You roll your eyes and Alexia clicks her tongue.
"Don't roll your eyes at me," She says," I've got a good feeling about that meeting later in the week. A great feeling, actually. You should have one too."
"I'm managing expectations."
Alexia looks at you fondly. "Well, we'll see which one of us is right in a few days."
She lets you choose the music in the car, like she always does when you've scored a goal and you pull up to the apartment a lot quicker than you want to seeing as you're in the middle of singing along to your favourite song but, still, you drag yourself out of the car and up the stairs.
"How was the match?" Olga asks as she greets Alexia with a kiss on the lips.
"She did very well," Alexia brags," A hattrick within the first ten minutes and another goal in injury time."
"Exciting," Olga says indulgently as Alexia grins, already giving her running commentary of everything that happened during the match.
You escape though, hurrying to raid the cupboards before Alexia finally comes to her senses and tries to stop you 'spoiling' your dinner.
You don't know if there's any way to thank Alexia for what she's done for you.
Just three months ago, you were convinced that you were going to quit. You had no passion for the game, no hope of what your future was going to be but now all of that had changed.
You had direction. You had a manager. You had new boots and a place to live that wasn't a group home and support and love and everything seemed to be coming together for you.
A toe pokes you in the leg.
"Move."
"Alexia says that if you're trying to nap on her sofa again then I don't have to move," You tell Alba, who huffs and pokes you with her toe again," She also says that you have your own apartment and should stop mooching of us."
"But Olga's a better cook than me," Alba complains and you roll your eyes.
"Aren't you an adult? Even I can cook."
"Yeah but it's not like you could mooch off your sist-"
Alba falls silent quickly and you pretend to not notice what she was going to say for both hers and your own sakes.
The topic of your sister is kind of off limits when you're in the room. It's not completely banned because Alexia's still Jenni's national teammate but she's not really spoken about if you're in the room.
Alba's face flashes with terror for a moment so you pretend you don't notice her slip up ever though it sends a bolt of lightning into your stomach, a deep pit forming there.
It works for the most part, everyone in the house pretending Jenni isn't who she is to you, pretending that she's just Alexia's teammate and not her friend and ex, pretending that Alexia fostering you isn't her walking on a tight rope because Jenni doesn't know.
All Jenni knows is that you didn't quit when she told you to.
Jenni doesn't know that you live with Alexia. Jenni doesn't know anything. You doubt she even thinks about you when she's got a life far away in Mexico.
She lives there, far away from you and your life here in Barcelona.
She lives there and her presence is hardly ever mentioned around you.
Life is good at Alexia and Olga's house. Life is even good at training, though you could do without the smug little smirk Alexia has on her face when she picks you up.
"You already knew!" You accuse her, waving a finger in her face.
"Knew?" She asks, lips curl up in what can only be described as pure smugness," Knew what?"
"Right, who told you? Go on. Who was it?"
Alexia grins. "You do realise I am the captain? Any time they're looking to bring someone in, they ask me my opinion."
You roll your eyes. "Yeah and I'm sure you gave it."
"You're a good player. A great player," Alexia says," All I did was tell them what they already know."
You look down at your lap, fidgeting with your fingers. You want to be mad at her, to yell at her for keeping this from you. Maybe even yell at her for promising to the staff something you're not but you know she hasn't done that.
If she thought you weren't ready, she would have told them that.
But Alexia didn't. She didn't tell them to let you have a bit more time with the B team. She didn't tell them that you don't quite have what it takes.
"Thanks."
Alexia smiles at you as she drives home, a comfortable silence enveloping you both until your hand is on the door handle.
You stop.
"When I open this door, there's going to be a party, isn't there?"
"I may have told Olga...who told Mami...who told Alba...who told the rest of the family..."
"Is that a yes?"
"Possibly..."
"And there's no getting out of this?"
Alexia ruffles your hair, a soft kiss being pressed to the side of your head. "They're here to celebrate you."
You suck in a breath, just ready to turn the handle when the sound of the lift doors opening chimes down the corridor.
Both you and Alexia turn your heads towards.
It's just a fleeting second.
Just a moment.
But your good mood plummets as the door opens.
Alexia's hand tightens on your shoulder, pushing you slightly behind her and putting herself between you and the elevator.
Between you and Jenni.
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OHello, I hope you are well, I was looking at your blog and I loved your writing style <3
Can I ask for a scenario with Arcane characters where the reader is Isekai? Like he knows everything that will happen in the series and is actively avoiding the events that will cause serious problems
Thank you in advance
A/n: Hello :) Thank you so much !! Ooh this is something I've never really done before. I've tried my best and I hope it suits what you had in mind <3
Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel
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Vi
When you first arrive in Piltover, Vi notices how youâre more guarded, more careful than sheâs ever seen you. At first, she doesnât understand why, but when you slip up and mention something that hasnât happened yet, she starts to get suspicious.
You're always trying to avoid certain people, certain places. The dangerous ones. She picks up on it, and itâs a little unsettling at first, like you know too much about the future. But she doesnât askâyouâve got your own reasons.
She starts to trust you more, though. Maybe you donât tell her everything, but she can tell when youâre genuinely trying to keep her safe. When things get tense, and sheâs about to charge in headfirst (like always), you pull her back. âNot this time,â you say, and she just listens. Youâve seen how these moments turn out, and she trusts you enough not to question it.
Itâs not just about saving her anymore. Youâve got a whole new layer of connection. When sheâs caught off guard, when she needs reassurance, your presence calms her, like youâre already a step ahead of whatâs coming. Youâre the one she turns to when things feel uncertain, because youâre the one whoâs already lived through it.
Jinx
She knows somethingâs off about you, but she doesnât care. At first, the randomness of your actions makes her laughâavoiding certain fights, dodging obvious traps, steering clear of people she knows you donât want to be around.
But then, when things start to get real, and you stop her from making a massive mistakeâagain, and againâshe starts to feel it. Youâre not just avoiding danger for the fun of it; you're trying to change the course of things. And, honestly, sheâs scared.
Youâre always pulling her away from situations, keeping her out of the chaos before it even begins. She hates it, but she also loves it, because in some twisted way, youâre saving her from herself.
The more time you spend together, the more she realizes she needs you. When the madness swells inside of her, and she canât keep the craziness in check, youâre the one who calms her down. Itâs not like sheâd admit it, but itâs your presence thatâs holding her together in a way no one else can. And, in a strange way, she starts to rely on youânot for fixing things, but for knowing exactly when things canât be fixed, and when itâs okay to pull back.
Caitlyn
Caitlynâs more methodical than the others, but sheâs no stranger to sensing when somethingâs off. Youâve mentioned things before, offhandedlyânothing too direct, but enough to make her question. You know things, things that havenât happened yet.
She watches you closely, your movements, the way you take certain routes, steer clear of certain areas, and try to talk people down from fights before they escalate. Itâs not like she hasnât seen it before, but thereâs something different about you.
When things start going southâlike, really southâshe turns to you. âYouâve seen this before, havenât you?â Itâs not an accusation. Itâs a quiet plea, because even Caitlyn, with all her careful planning, knows that sometimes fate is too big to outsmart.
You never tell her everything, but you donât have to. In those moments of danger, when things feel out of control, she just trusts you. The way you guide her through the mess, calm her down when she wants to rush into something she knows will go wrong... itâs something she never realized she needed.
Ekko
Ekko always feels like heâs on the edge of something. Heâs used to being a step ahead, but when you show up in his lifeâaware of things that havenât happened yetâitâs like someone just dropped a stone in his perfect, planned world.
Youâre always telling him to hold off on certain plans, and at first, he brushes it off. Then, when he sees how much better things turn out when he listensâwhen you steer him away from a fight, or when you help him avoid a trapâit gets harder for him to ignore the fact that you might know more than you let on.
He doesnât say much about it. But thereâs a subtle shift in the way he looks at you. Heâs learning to trust your judgment, even when it goes against his instincts. Because heâs seen it. Youâre keeping him safe. And somewhere deep down, heâs grateful, even if heâll never admit it out loud.
Jayce
Jayce is all about forward momentum. He wants to believe that everything can be fixed, that they can change the world without the same mistakes being repeated. But youâre always holding him back.
Thereâs no questionâyouâve seen it. You know where things go wrong, and youâre actively steering him away from it. The first time you call him out for heading toward a decision thatâs going to end badly, heâs annoyed. He wants to argue. But when you look him in the eye, when you donât back down, it stirs something in him.
As much as he wants to figure things out on his own, he canât deny that youâre saving him from making the same mistakes. And slowly, when things begin to spiral, he starts to trust you. Not just as someone who knows, but as someone who cares. Heâs never been one to lean on someone for help, but when youâre beside him, he finds himself relying on you more and more.
Youâre the one who teaches him to think before actingâslow down, take a breath, and listen.
Viktor
Viktorâs not the type to be surprised easily. But when you start actively steering him away from certain people, situations, and plans, he starts to wonder. Youâve seen things. Things that havenât happened yet.
At first, he tries to brush it off, thinking that maybe youâve just got some uncanny instincts. But when you pull him away from something disastrous, and things go exactly the way you warned him about, he canât pretend anymore.
You donât say much. You donât need to. But he starts to rely on your quiet guidance, the way you understand his hesitation before he even knows whatâs coming. When the future starts to feel inevitable, youâre the one thing in his life that feels like a choice.
He doesnât say it, but heâs grateful for youâmore than he can express. You give him a sense of control over his own fate, something thatâs been slipping through his fingers for so long.
Mel
Mel is the calmest of them all. Sheâs used to thinking ahead, playing the long game, and making careful decisions. But when she meets you, when she sees you quietly avoiding certain situations, people, and places, she starts to wonder if maybe youâve seen things she hasnât.
You never say much about your knowledge, but you never need to. She watches how you act around herâhow you prevent things from spiraling, how you guide her through situations that could have ended terribly.
Sheâs not one to let others have control over her life, but she starts to trust you in ways she didnât expect. She never asks you about the future directly, but when things start to get tense, sheâs always looking at you first. You have a way of calming her, of knowing what to do before it even happens.
And, though sheâd never admit it, she finds herself leaning on you more. Because youâre the only one who makes the future feel like something she can still control.
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If youâre still taking prompts, Tommy spending time with Maddie?
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"At least this time it was planned." Maddie offered
"Yeah... And the nurse did say everything is going according to plan earlier."
"But you still worry."
"Yeah." Tommy chuckled. "I convinced him to get it done now so he'd be back on his feet by the time the little one starts walking."
Maddie smiled and rubbed her pregnant belly.
"Yeah I think he is looking forward to meeting his family. He's about to walk right out of there in a minute. Jee wasn't this restless."
"I guess he takes after his father then. I've never known Howie to be calm and relaxed." Tommy commented "Well... off the clock at least." he added after a beat and they both laughed.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, drinking bad hospital coffee and Tommy's eyes fixed on the door.
"What about you two?" Maddie asked.
"Hmm?"
Tommy reluctantly tore his eyes away from the door and looked at her.
"One of these." she gestured at her belly.
"I don't think either of us is at risk of getting pregnant any time soon." Tommy deadpanned and laughed when Maddie slapped his bicep.
"You know what I mean. Am I going to be an aunt any time soon?"
Tommy sat up straighter and played with the lid of his coffee cup.
"We've talked about it. Marriage, kids... the whole nine yards... and we want the same things..."
"But..." Maddie prompted.
"But... not just yet." Tommy shook his head. "We've only been back together about six months. And the last time we rushed into things it didn't go so well. So one step at a time for now."
"Isn't he moving in with you when he's discharged?"
"Yeah but that's because he's going to need a lot of help. Especially the first few months. And those stairs in the loft are lethal."
"He managed before..."
"Maybe. But he doesn't have to anymore now. I have a bedroom and a bathroom on the ground floor at my place and the stairs aren't so damn steep, he can easily manage them with crutches if needed."
Suddenly the door opened and one of the doctors walked up to them.
"Evan Buckley's family?"
Tommy was on his feet in seconds.
"That's right. How is he?"
The doctor gave him a tired smile.
"The operation was a success. No complications. Straight out of the medical text books."
"So he's ok?"
"He has a long road to recovery ahead of him, but I don't see why he shouldn't make a full recovery in due time." The doctor told them. "He'll still be asleep for a while, but one of the nurses will come get you when they've gotten him settled back in, in his room and you can sit with him."
Tommy let out a sigh of relief while Maddie thanked the doctor before they left the two of them to it again.
"He's ok." Maddie said, slipping her arm through Tommy's. "He's ok."
About ten minutes later a nurse came to get them and took them to Buck's room. He was still fast asleep but apart from a pulse oximeter on his finger and a cast on his leg, he looked just like he would on a regular day at home.
Tommy sat down next to the bed and softly brushed the curls off his forehead, while Maddie sat down on the other side and held Buck's hand in hers.
"You know he always hated that?"
"Hated what?"
"His curls. People playing with them." Maddie explained. "I used to do it when he was little but when he got old enough to pick his own hairstyle, the curls were gone and everyone was forbidden to touch his hair. I think I still have some pictures of when he gave himself a haircut when he was about 12 or 13."
Tommy grinned.
"If you can still find them, I'd love to see them."
"I'll get Howie to look for them." Maddie promised. "But what I'm trying to say is... he's changed since he met you. For the better."
"I did tell him I liked the curls once... He hadn't had time to get a haircut in a while and his hair was getting longer and the curls just made him look... soft." Tommy smiled, running his hands through Buck's hair.
Maddie smiled.
"Not just the hairstyle. Or wearing clothes in his actual size instead of at least two sizes too small." She laughed. "But he's... more comfortable in his own skin. He's content. Happy in a way I've never seen him before. And that's down to you."
"I don't know about that..." Tommy ducked his head.
"I do." Maddie insisted. "You're good for him. You're good for each other."
Buck began to stir and groaned as he opened his eyes. He rolled his head to the side and smiled when he saw Tommy.
"Hey you." Tommy said and got up to press a kiss to the top of his head. "Welcome back. How are you feeling?"
"Hmokay... better when the room stops spinning... and there's only one of you. is my leg still there?" he reached out to touch his leg and then realised someone was holding his hand. He turned his head and saw his sister. "Maddie!" he said happily, like he hadn't seen her in years.
"Hi." she giggled and squeezed his hand. "They've got you on the good stuff, huh."
"They fixed my leg." he explained. "Tommy said I should do it now. For the baby." He frowned. "Not our baby." He turned his head back to the other side to look at Tommy. "You're not having a baby... right?"
Tommy bit his lip to stop himself from laughing.
"No, no I'm not. But your sister is."
Buck turned back to Maddie.
"You're having a baby?" he asked, and then noticed her pregnant belly. "You're having a baby! Wait... i-is that Tommy's baby?"
"What? No!" Maddie said and both her and Tommy burst out laughing. "I don't think I'm really his type."
"Yeah, sorry, I prefer the other Buckley." Tommy said laughingly.
Buck frowned.
"Who?"
"You." Tommy told him and softly kissed him. "I'm going to get a nurse. Let them know you're awake. I'll be right back." He got up and left the room with Buck looking at him with a dopey smile that wasn't just the anaesthetic.
"I love him." Buck declared, still looking at the door.
Maddie smiled and gave his hand another squeeze.
"I know. He loves you too."
"Yeah? Yeah!" Buck replied answering his own question. "I'm going to marry him. I have a ring." he said, just as Tommy came back in with a nurse.
"Hello mister Buckley, glad to see you awake." the nurse told him as she quickly checked him over. "The operation went well, and you should be able to go home in a few days."
Buck nodded and turned to Maddie.
"You need to call Eddie for me. He has the ring. I need it... for Tommy. I'm going to marry him."
"I'll call him." Maddie promised. sharing a look with Tommy over the bed.
"Good. I'm just... sleep..." Buck mumbled as he started to drift off again.
"He probably won't remember this conversation when he wakes up again." the nurse told them. "I'm guessing you're Eddie?" she asked Tommy who shook his head.
"I'm Tommy. And I guess I better start working on my surprised face."
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So, the localization file of Veilguard was found thanks to datamining, and it contains Some Stuff about Solas, Solavellan, and some cut ending stuff.
No idea if these lines were cut because of budget/resource reasons, if they are old scraps left of Joplin or if the writers simply changed their minds. Please keep in mind they are in jumbled order/there are different responses, probably due to different choices and the dialogue wheel.
Under the cut because of spoilers.
Solas and Fen'Harel
"I must hold back the blight! My wolf will distract Elgar'nan while you take the dragon!" "Did I see that right? The Dread Wolf is a separate spirit from Solas?" "Nice. Why does he get to be part wolf?" "Yeah. Seems like Fen'Harel is a merging of the two."
It seems like Solas and his wolf self are two separate spirits - perhaps similar to Falon'Din and Dirthamen, who are confirmed to be the same spirit who split into two different aspects.
Final dialogue with Solas (Solavellan edition)
"The blight is its prison. The world is safe." "Until the Veil collapses, and demons kill thousands of people." "If there were another wayâŚ" "There [i]is[/i]. Let the Veil stay in place." "The elven people must be restored. They do not deserve what was done to them." "Neither did the Titans." "Neither did Mythal. Either time." "Those are my mistakes. Only I can correct them." "I'm here to help you." "You think you have to do this alone. But you don't." "Every time, it has come down to my choices." "Are you a god?" "I am the furthest thing from it." "Then stop acting like one. Let someone else help you." "Do the right thing." "You want to be a hero? Then save the world. Right now." "The restoration of the world as it was meant to beâŚ" "That's not saving the world, that's saving your pride." "Is that why you think I am doing this?" "I think you're doing this because you think that you have to. But you don't." "You have to forgive yourself." "You know how I got out of the Prison of Regrets? I let it go." "Varric's death was never truly your fault." "And you didn't cause every problem. You tried to fix them." "And every time I failed." "The world's still here. You got some of it right." "I cannot. To stop now would dishonor those I've wronged to come this far." "Even if those you wronged asked you to stop?" "Vhenan. And⌠Morrigan?" "One appellation among the many I wear, Dread Wolf." "I have been advisor to Orlais, Witch of the Wilds, daughter of Flemeth⌠and once, long ago, an old friend." "MythalâŚ" "You never would have left the Fade and taken on that humble form had I not been the one who first convinced you." "The things that I have doneâŚ" "Are not for you alone to bear, my friend. The many wrongs we did, we did together." "It is not too late to stop this. Banal nadas. Ar lath ma, vhenan." "My life force now sustains the Veil. With every breath I take, I will protect the innocent from my past failures. " "The Titans' dreams are mad from their imprisonment. I cannot kill the blight, but I can help to soothe its anger." "What I've done, I will atone for." ""But you do not have to go alone." "Thanks to you, I can see the way."
Rook and Solas' final confrontation if Rook tries to convince him to stop was apparently supposed to be much longer, with Solas mentioning the elven people and the Titans, Varric's death, and Rook acknowledging he always did try to save the world.
It seems there was also one more line Solas would say to Lavellan after her "But you do not have to go alone." -> "Thanks to you, I can see the way."
The Inquisitor's happily ever after
"So you have to stop Solas, but not in a way that prevents him from stopping the blight." "Let Solas put the blight into its nice new prison, then we'll put him in there with it." "So with Solas and the elven gods out of the picture, where does that leave us?" "Nothing. He didn't deserve his little happily ever after." "If there's anyone who can reason with the blight, it's him." "The Inquisitor believed in him. [i]She [/i]deserved her happily ever after, even if that's helping Solas fix his mistakes." "And so the Dread Wolf shall spend eternity in the knowledge that he stood at the precipice of disaster and was saved by a mortal's wisdom." "Then why maneuver matters so as to deliver it to him?" "Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain were villains trying to conquer and blight the world." "Solas did terrible things, but he was trying to help. I can understand that." "He was wrong, not evil." "She waited many years for him. You are kind indeed to ensure those years were not in vain." "I am surprised less that he would seize upon such a chance for redemption, and more that you would offer it. " "The Inquisitor earned it." "He's working off his debt. After all, I don't think there's anyone else alive with the power and perspective to try to heal the blight." "Few would react with such compassion to the Dread Wolf's trickery. What merits him a fate fairer than Elgar'nan or Ghilan'nain?" "True. Even had I Mythal's full power, she and I often struggled to mend feelings we might have broken." "'Twould not be the first time he accomplished something Mythal herself thought impossible." "And so the Dread Wolf is stopped by, of all things, love." "Surprised?" "He's fixing his mess."
Lines for the different ways Rook can handle Solas' fate. Rook and Morrigan discuss Lavellan and Solas' chance at happiness, with Rook deciding to help them reunite despite Solas' trickery; Rook deciding to lock Solas away with the Blight; probably a line referencing a friend Inquisitor or Rook themselves ("Solas saved by a mortal's wisdom") and one referencing Lavellan ("Solas saved by love").
Epilogue
"It may mean nothing. Or everything. What matters is that the Solas is content, and we need no longer fear him tearing down the Veil." "So, Rook, what's the plan?" "[i](Sighs)[/i] Damn it." "Thank you." "Then it sounds like you have work to do. I'll leave you to it." "Good luck, Rook. Enjoy the adventures to come. " "I'm sorry, vhenan. If there had been another way..." "And now he'll spend who knows how long trying to heal the blight? What does that even mean?" "I can think of few things he'd have hated more." "He made a cage with bars made out of his worst weaknesses. He's not getting out on his own." "And we're certain there's no way for him to escape?" "Trapped forever in a prison with the blight." "Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain are also both dead. 'Tis no great loss there, the blighted fools." "So, Rook: How does it feel to have saved the world?" "Honestly, I have no idea." "Don't be so shy with your feelings, Morrigan." "We were all young once, were we not? 'Tis from such humble seeds that great things are grown." "Tell that to Mythal." "When the next aspiring deity lays claim to our world, you are the woman who shall remind them that even gods can die." "You are really bad at inspiring speeches." "Despite these rough edges, you forged a team that saved all of Thedas. Precious few can claim that." "I notice you left out one elven godâthe only one still here in any capacity." "When the next aspiring deity lays claim to our world, you are the one who shall remind them that even gods can die." "You're leaving me to handle this?" "Were Mythal younger, she might have wished to rule again. Were I younger, I might have agreed with her." "Hey, the world is still here and isn't blighted or covered with demons. I think we did okay." "Says the woman carrying the god who made most of the mess I had to clean up." "And prepare yourself for whatever storm next clouds our skies." "I did save the world." "Who else? Make no mistake, you could do with a finer touch in matters of politics. " "You're not very good at this." "Even with Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain dead, the Venatori remain a threat, as do the Antaam and darkspawn. "
It seems there was supposed to be an additional scene after the ending, with Rook and Morrigan discussing the future. The dialogue would change depending on Solas' fate/Rook's choice about him.
That "Solas is content, and we need no longer fear him tearing down the Veil." probably refers to the ending with Lavellan, while it's not clear if that "I'm sorry, vhenan. If there had been another way..." is supposed to be there (maybe Solas apologizing again for bringing her to what he believes will be a terrible place?) or if it's referring to another scene.
The lines about him being stuck in a prison made out of his worst weaknesses, being unable to get out on his own, and spending a very long time trying to heal the Blight, something he hates, all sound like lines that would fit his bad endings.
One last mission
"Rook gives the team their seventh pep talk after the Finale." "We're sticking together. The gods might be dead, but there's more to do in this world." "We'll find Harding or Davrin. Somehow." "The eighth pep comes after nearly all content has been completed." "Weird shit is going on. What are the clues we have? The Executor, the Devouring Storm - what does it mean?" "We don't actually know. But it sounds bad. So we need each other more than ever." "On return to Rivain Island, defeat the Executor and collect the Memento for Davrin/Harding"
There is a cut scene + mission with Rook talking to their team after the ending and going to Rivain for one last mission. It's pretty much confirmed the cutscene was supposed to take place in the Lighthouse, there are old files and flags for it. If you pay attention after the ending sequence, you will see your Rook appear in the Lighthouse for a millisecond, the only trace left of that scene.
#dragon age#da:tv#da:tv spoilers#solas#solavellan#well#some more reasons to be angry i guess LOL#also there is some stuff about iron man's suit being available as a customized appearance#apparently bioware/ea had something planned with marvel#perfect for a game written like a mcu movie
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Doll
Pairings: Shanks x Female Reader
Summary: Shanks meets an escaped slave from Marie Geois and swears to teach her how to live.
Notes* hey lovelies. As you can see from the oneshots, I'm finally back in action. I hope you enjoy the start of my new series that I'm planning to help me really get going. Expect some protective Shanks and some darker elements. Pretty fast pace just cause that how I enjoy writing him lol. I've really missed writing for him and sharing works with you wonderful people. Anyway, enjoy! â¤ď¸
There aren't many things that could surprise Shanks on the Grand Line anymore, but the woman that sat at the bar could definitely be considered a good one. He didn't recognize her, but he could tell that she was in a league above the other patrons that sat around the bar. She sat in the back corner, a bottle of booze sat on the table in front of her that she occasionally took a pull from. Shanks sat at the front and got the attention of the bartender.
âWho's she?â He asked and the man shrugged as he cleaned a dingy glass.
âDunno. She blew in a couple of days ago. She pays, so I don't ask questions.â
Shanks huffed and ordered a drink for himself, âAnd whatever she's been drinking, too.â
Drinks in hand, Shanks stood from the bar and ambled over to the table where the woman sat. He plonked the bottle down and, head tilting to the side, âThis seat taken?â
You looked up, blinking rapidly as if coming out of a daze and gave the redhead a smile once you focused on the ale he'd sat beside your empty one. âIs now.â
Shanks grinned and plonked down in the chair opposite you and leaned back and eyed you from under his bangs, âYou from about here?â
The woman shakes her head, a mysterious little smirk painting her lips, âNope. And I can tell that you arenât either.â
She tilts her head, eyes narrowing in thought before her eyes brighten like a bulb has gone off, âYouâre Shanks, right?â
The emperor huffs and gestures to himself, âYou caught me.â
He doesnât expect the woman to go quiet, an almost contemplative look about her as she shifts in her chair. He canât help but lean in, curious despite himself.
âMaybe you could help me out then?â You murmur and flick your eyes up to meet his own. Shanks is surprised to see the desperation lingering there, hidden behind the self-assurdness that you seem to wear like a second skin. What would a girl like you need help with?
âAlright, Iâll bite. Tell me whatâs going on. Donât let my money go to waste though, doll,â he murmurs and gestures to the untouched ale that heâd brought over. You smile in thanks and take a sip, wetting your mouth as you get ready to spill. You can only hope that the emperor will accept.
With shaking hands you reach up and unbutton the top few notches of your shirt, just enough to expose your left shoulder where the brand still tugs uncomfortably at your skin. Even though youâve had the brand for years now, youâll never get used to the sickening way it pulls at your skin. The constant reminder that you were owned.
Shanks sucks in a sharp breath, the brand of a slave staring back at him in before he tears his eyes away and looks back at you, âHowâd you escape?â
You grimace and button back up, eyes flinty, âMy old master,â you hiss the word in disgust, âSent me on an errand in Sabaody so I took my chance. That was about a month ago now. Theyâre stil looking for me.â
âWho got your off the archipelago?â Shanks asks and downs half his tankard of rum in one go. Heâs met slaves before while visiting the string of islands, but with Silvers there, Shanks steered clear most of the time unless he happened to drift close. The though that even after all that Fisher Tiger had done, the Celestial Dragons still kidnapped and baught slaves. It disgusted the emperor to have seen that brand on a woman like you.
You shrug and bite your bottom lip. You busy your hands by playing with the ring of condensation that the bottle of ale has left behind, âDidnât really catch their names. I stowed away the first ship I could find and Iâve been drifting ever since. I just⌠I canât go back to that place Shanks. I donât want them to find me.â
Shanks doesnât know what makes him reach out, but he takes both your hands in his own, and wow, you were such a small thing werenât you? He squeezes your palms and gives you a confident grin to hide the rage that threatens to erupt like an active volcano. He may have just met you, but there is a feeling in the pit of his stomach that tells him that heâd met someone special. Someone that could change his life, and he finds himself hardpressed to even think of letting you slip away from him.
âDonât worry, doll. I wonât ever let that happen,â Shanks swears, and itâs then that a thought crosses his mind. A blush flushes his face and he peers at you, âMaybe you outta tell me your name, though. Or I could just keep calling you doll. Either works for me.â
Your laugh sends a shot of heat straight to his stomach, and your smile could light up the sky, âMy name is _, but you can keep calling me Doll if youâd like.â
Shanks meets your grin with one of his own and then stands, carefully pulling you up with him, âWell, doll. How about you come meet my crew?â
Shanks stays close to you for the rest of the evening, introducing you to each one of his crewmates and pointing out what they do aboard the ship. You smile and make conversation, though some of it is stilted and awkward, like you arenât sure how to talk to someone so casually. You loosen up after a couple more drinks, and find yourself leaning against your new captain, bottom lip stuck between your teeth as you watch the crewâs antics.
âI donât want to be a burden to you, Shanks. Do you think that you could teach me?â
Your voice is soft, breath featherlight against his skin, and Shanks thinks that he would do anything for you in that moment. Instead, he tips a bottle of rum up to his lips and takes a deep swig before he answers.
âSure, sweetheart. What do you want to know?â
Your eyes burn with a sort of determination that the emperor doesnât see often, and it makes anticipation well up in his chest as you lick your lips and look at him.
âEverything, Shanks. I want to know everything.â
He sets the bottle away so that he can give you his full attention. He can feel the air thicken, the winds and sea changing as he dips his head and reaches out to cup your face in his hand. He swipes his thumb along your jaw, then your chin, eyes never leaving your own.
âThen thatâs what Iâll do, Doll. Iâll teach you how to live, yeah?â
#reader insert#one piece#shanks x reader#red haired shanks#shanks#opla shanks#one piece x reader#pet names
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Rook stumbles upon Emmrich shaving
âRook unceremonisouly opened the flaps to the necromancer's tent.
"Emmrich we're leaving so-"
She stopped mid sentence, surprised to find her most recently recruited companion standing before a foldable table full of cosmetic products, holding a mirror with one hand and his cheeks lathered with shaving cream.
Emmrich turned to her, holding up his shaving brush.
"Ah Rook, apologies. It seems I am getting a bit tardy"
Rook froze. Oddly she felt like she just interrupted an intimate moment. Emmrich was dressed in his usual flanel pants and a cream undershirt. His crisp fancy white shirt and his green vest were neatly folded on a wooden stool. She never saw him in such a state of undress and given how many layers he usually wore, she almost felt as if she was intruding on him completely naked.
"I usually manage to be done before you wake. It seems I miscalculated today. I'll be quick, I promise" Emmrich told her before getting back to his previous occupation.
It never occurred to her that he shaved every day. Which was really silly of her obviously; he didnât magically end up looking dashing and fresh when running around in the wilderness. Despite how he seemed to make everything look simple, it took work, even for him. His camp habits clashed with those of companions like Harding and Taash but Lucanis and Neve liked a bit more comfort in camp.
Rivainâs sun was up early and blazing hot, which explained why Rook didnât sleep in today. But oh was she grateful it allowed her to see Emmrich grooming.
Despite her urge to stay focused on Emmrich, Rookâs attention was suddenly drawn to a moving form to her side. She soon spotted Manfred running towards Emmrich with a razor, like a disaster waiting to happen.
"Manfred shaves you?" She asked alarmingly.
"Of course not. Manfred is my assistant not my manservant" Emmrich replied, more amused than offended. He wipped his hands clean on a towel and took the razor from Manfred with a small "thank you" and an approving nod of his head.
"Right. I guess I wouldn't let him near my throat with those sharp blades either..." Rook commented, but her humour didn't seem to perturb Emmrich.
"Oh but you'd be surprised with how dexterous he is ! And everyday he makes progress. He's capable of serving tea without spilling a drop now!" Emmrich praised, visibly proud of his spirit protĂŠgĂŠ.
The necromancer turned to the mirror, which Manfred now held, and started angling the blade towards his cheek the second he stopped talking. Rook watched mesmerized as he shaved a first stripe and elegantly rinced the blade before he continued. Talking about being dexterous⌠The precisison of his movements, the way his long and elegant fingers, yet to be adorned with his numerous rings, handled the dangerous object near his adam apple, made something stirr inside her. Something warm and improper.
She watched the lean muscles of his arms flex, seeing them free of a shirt for the first time. Her eyes traveled down irresistibly, and below the upper part of his undershirt, she could spot the birth of a small patch of dark chest hair.
"Did you need something else Rook?" Emmrich's voice startled her. His tone was lower than she ever heard it and it made her stomach flip. She looked up to find his brown gaze on her, and it felt oddly intense in the dim light of the tent.
"No. We'll leave when you're done" She hastily declared, internally cursing herself for stuttering.
Emmrich smiled kindly, but there was a mysterious glint in his usually soft eyes. "I won't be long, I promise. I've got practice"
The way he said those last words shouldn't make her feel how she felt.
Once out of the tent, Rook flopped beside the dying campfire with an annoyed groan, burrying her face in her hands in embarassement. Shit. She knew him for a few days and already she was crushing on Professor Volkarin so hard it made her act stupid.
She told herself she would get a grip, but later that day, when she walked alongside him, enamored with the way he talked about studying the flora of Rivain, she caught wafts of the scent of his after shave, a citrussy but rich smell that she instantly wanted to breathe more of. She lost track of what he was saying as she though about caressing the smooth skin of his perfectly shaven cheeks, and inhale his cologne just under his ear where it would mix with a scent that was only his and that she longed to discover. She wondered how his well kept mustache would feel scratching her skin an-
He asked her a question then, and she had no clue what he just said so she only smiled like an idiot. He forgave her with a small chuckle, blaming it on the scorching sun, and repeated his inquiry like the kind gentleman he was.
Her heart fluttered in her chest. Damn she had it bad.
(More EmmRook on my blog or here on AO3)
#emmrich volkarin#emmrook#emmrich x rook#veilguard fanfiction#dragon age veilguard#veilguard fic#manfred the skeleton#I have it bad too#I have ideas for post game EmmRook but also for moments during the game! the inspiration is real
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hi! can i request Agatha Harkness x reader smut where reader has been teasing Agatha all day until Agatha finally snaps when they arrived at home?
thank you!
Boundary Pushing
agatha harkness masterlist | main masterlist
Agatha Harkness x afab!reader SMUT 18+ 3,058 words
includes: cunnilingus (agatha receiving), fingering (r!receiving), vibrator, orgasm denial
a/n - hopefully i've done this fic justice, I'm not the best at smut writing đ
You knew from the very moment Agatha had stood before the vanity mirror to put in her earrings, that trouble would be coming your way.Â
You watched from the bed, lip caught between your teeth, as she fixed up that beautiful mess of hair into a loose bun; it was calling out for you to take it out so that you could run your fingers through the soft strands. Blue eyes flicked to yours from within the mirror - caught - and you felt your breath hitch before a shy smile made its way onto your lips. Agatha smirked at you, she loved that she still had that effect on you.Â
Spinning around, Agatha leaned back against the vanity, âHow do I look?â She questioned, smoothing down the material of her pantsuit. Lost for words, she looked so good and all you wanted was to get on your knees and beg for her to let you have a taste; you only let out a gratuitous hum as you nodded your head.Â
âWhen is it starting?â You asked as she walked towards you before falling to one knee. She stared up at you from your sat position on the bed and you swallowed harshly, feeling a heat pool at your core - she knew what she was doing. One thing about Agatha, was that she loved to tease.
Your eyes followed her movements as she reached for your heel, âSoon,â she replied, slipping the shoe onto your foot and gently squeezing your ankle after tightening the buckle. You wanted more, just seeing her skilled hands make quick work of your shoes were doing wonders to add to your arousal. Her hands smoothed up the material of your tights as she stood up before resting them on your thighs.Â
Agatha was enjoying this. Tensions rose as she looked down into your eyes, she didnât need to have the skills of a witch to understand what was going on in that pretty little head of yours. And, no matter how badly she wanted you, she would not let herself give in. She physically could not miss this stupid coven meeting, this week being hers and the witches would soon be arriving.
âYou be good now,â she warned with a knowing look on her face and you gaped at her with amusement and playfully rolled your eyes. But said nothing; you didnât enjoy making promises you couldn't keep.Â
Being âgoodâ did not last long. As soon as you all had taken your seats around the large round table, you had quietly shifted closer and closer to Agatha and placed a hand on her knee. Her little act this morning had turned you on. You needed her. Seeing her take on this authoritative role within the group was⌠distracting to say the least.Â
Agatha could feel your impatient eyes boring into her as she spoke from her standing position, her legs pushed into the edge of the table as she seethed at whatever Rio had put forward. It did not matter if it was a good idea, she canât even remember if it even was a good idea - not that sheâd ever think it was - anything Rio said was never any good.
Mid roll of her eyes, she felt a tentative hand find its way onto the back of her calf and gently begin its dance up her leg. She shot you a discreet, pointed look to find you intently listening to Lilia - chin on your palm as your elbow rested on the table, hanging onto her every word and, most obvious of all, pretending to not notice her. A faux act, and she knew it, you were never that interested in coven meetings. Still, your fingers travelled their way up and up and up.
Quickly. Agatha sat down. A mere second before the table could see your hands on her.Â
âBacking down are we, Agatha?â Jen smirked almost victoriously.
Agatha rolled her eyes again and shifted in her chair, âI donât need to waste my breath on this,â she huffed out, crossing her arms over her chest.Â
Your teasing efforts had not ceased. In time your hand had made its way back onto her, now it rested on her mid thigh, fingers stretching to trace figures of eights across the inside of her thigh. The bottom of the eight somehow gets closer and closer, and Agatha would be lying if she said that she wasnât even the slightest bit turned on. Gods, she loved the thought of you not being able to keep your hands off of her. Yet her hand clamped over yours and moved them to hold in your own lap.
Slowly, invitingly, you spread apart your knees and guided her hands between your thighs. Your breath hitching, quietly, as two fingers pressed against your sensitive clit - an electrical pulse causing you to jump. Agatha could almost.. feel your warm breath fanning across her ear and neck as her deft fingers circled the bundle of nerves and your muscles were rigid as you fought against squirming in your chair.
Agatha could also hear her heart beating; ba-ba bump-bump
âStop it,â you heard your lover hiss lowly, her fingers now clawed against your thigh, the pressure, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure, making you bite your lip
âStop what?â You questioned back, just as quietly, your eyebrows furrowed. Agatha stared at you for a quiet moment and pressed her tongue against her teeth.
âDonât start what you canât finish, bun,â Agatha warned, âyou know it doesnât always end well for you.â
You shrugged your shoulders, âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
Agatha watched with a raised brow as you turned your head away from her and continued listening to the coven. Was this really the way you were going to play today?
The second time you decide to perform a little spell on your witch, itâs not even ten minutes later. She had been paying you no attention since, not even a glance your way, it was only when your stillness had become noticed that Agatha began to become suspicious. From your leant back position you saw her head turn towards you; perfect.
Blue eyes landed on the chair next to her, empty. Around her the meeting goes on, the coven acting and speaking in reflection to the real world - youâre getting good at this. Of course she knows youâre in her head, but she does not break your spell. Though she can do so easily, her curiosity beats that of the actual meeting.Â
On edge, Agatha twirls a loose dark curl around her finger as she listens, well as much as she usually does, to her fellow witches. Something.. just something, an inkling, a nag in her ear, a whisper her way has Agathaâs eyes travelling down. And there you were. Knelt between her spread legs and eyes dark with lust as you stare up at her with a playful glint. Your warm hands run up the back of her calves and you shift closer to her, leaning in, to press soft, gentle, patient kisses to her thighs (when her trousers had disappeared, she does not know). You kiss her as if you have all the time in the world, working your way up and stealing small glances up at her - it makes her heart stop every time.
âAgatha?â She doesnât hear it the first time, too focussed on the way youâre getting closer.
âAgatha!â
Her eyes scan the table, theyâre all watching her; Jen with furrowed brows, Lilia with her eyes squinted, Rioâs eyes flicking from her to you as she pulls the pieces together with a knowing smirk, and.. Fuck- Billyâs eyes are wide and he looks away too quickly when her gaze lands on him.Â
Dread and embarrassment fills you, shit.
ââââââ
The door shuts out the last trails of goodbyes and silence is left in its place. Agatha still has her back turned on you as you stand at the bottom of the stairs.
âIâm sorry,â you apologise.
âReally?â You can hear the disbelief in her voice as she turns around and quirks an eyebrow at you with pursed lips, ââCause youâre smiling.â Your eyes go wide and you bite your lip to hide it.
âI didnât mean for him to-â
âGo upstairs,â she interrupts and folds her arms over her chest. Slowly, you take a few steps backwards up the familiar steps as your eyes search her own. You swallow, nervously, and pause.
âAre you-â
âMhm,â she responds with a small nod of her head before youâve even gotten the words out and you spin on your heel and quietly climb the rest of the stairs. Sheâs planning plotting her next moves, you could see it in her eyes.
Agatha canât help but chuckle to herself as she enters the basement once again to collect the empty mugs of various teas and coffees, the image of Billyâs poor shell-shocked face still fresh in her mind. Poor boy.Â
You, on the other hand, should have been more careful. Your second little scenario, however, had caught her attention, what exactly were you wanting? Just her, or possibly, more control perhaps? Or were you only just trying to get a rise out of her? It was possible; you are a little mischievous. Whatever it may be, she was going to get it out of you one way or another.
As the seconds ticked by, your nervousness only grew, but so did your desire. The way Agatha was looking down at you as you kissed her skin was replaying over and over, she wasnât opposed, no, youâd go as far to say that she was in fact enjoying it. A scenario you had only dreamt of, and it was only fuel to the fire, a hunger that needed to be sated.
âWhatcha thinkinâ about, bun?âÂ
âYou,â you hummed, it wasnât a lie, just a half truth. Agathaâs head cocked as she leant against the doorframe to your shared bedroom. âIâm sorry,â you apologised once again, âI didnât mean for it to get so.. out of hand.â Agatha only hummed in acknowledgement before sauntering over to the edge of the bed where you sat. Your chest felt heavy as her hand slid up the nape of your neck, her fingers almost cradling your head.
âJust wanted a bit of fun did you?â And you felt the pressure of her hand on your waist as you nodded up at her. She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, which you tried to lean into but her fingers curled against your hair, keeping you back. âHm, now itâs my turn,â the smile on her face was almost sadistic, before her lips were on you again. Rougher this time and you opened up your legs to welcome her between you as she pressed bruisingly against you.
You let out a small groan when you felt her drag the fabric of your skirt to your waist before making quick, easy work of your tights with the help of some practical magic. âWhat got you just so hot and bothered, hm?â She questioned against your lips.
âI donât know, you-â a quick gasp escaped you as Agatha pulled you forward roughly by the hips causing you to fall back against the duvet, âyou just looked so good this morning.â Her signature smirk came into view and she pressed it into the skin of your neck forcing your head to tilt as you arch your back into her.Â
Instantly, your hands found their way into her loose curls and carefully pulled out the tie holding her bun in place. You let out a long hum as you threaded your fingers through the soft, dark strands, pushing her head back so that you could look at her properly. Agathaâs blue eyes were creased with a smile and she almost, almost, forgot what had led the two of you into this situation in the first place.
You let in a deep breath as Agatha teased the tips of her fingers along your inner thighs and nipped and kissed at the skin of your breasts. Gently, her fingers found their way to press sharply against your clit, causing you to jolt at the electric wave generated by the pressure, and you moaned out in pleasure. At the rate at which Agatha was tormenting the swollen bud, you could already feel the coil in your lower stomach becoming tighter and tighter and tighter.
Gods, you donât think youâll last much longer, itâs embarrassing really, but youâre too focussed on the way her fingers know exactly how to move.
âMm, Ag-atha, please, Iâm so close,â you whined and your hand found its way to linger around her wrist. Agatha leaned back, her eyes staring at the way your eyes are shut chasing after that release; just a little longer and, sheâs done it perfectly-
No.
No no no no no.
âAggie,â you whined out in frustration as she pulled away from you, a dark glint in her eyes as she watched the built up pleasure dissipate. Your chest was heaving as you breathed in and out. Fuck.Â
Agatha canât help but become pleased with herself, âAw poor, bunny, you were right there, werenât you?â She questions cynically as she strokes up and down your thigh. âHm?â
âYeah,â you sigh out lightly before you sit up. Her eyes lock onto yours as she unbuttons her trousers and top before letting them drop to the floor. Your gaze is glued to her as she pads over to the chest of drawers and pulls one open, her hand hovers over the broad selection of toys. Her fingers dance before finally reaching down and grabbing one. Itâs her favourite vibrator, control operated, one that she can stop and start at will.Â
She spins on her heel, the vibrator held casually in her hand, and she climbs into your lap. Your hands reach out to her as she straddles you and they rest on her hips, you can feel the beat of your heart in your neck as she strokes your hair.Â
âWhat do you want?â She whispers against your lips.
âTo cum,â you whisper back with a smile, it isnât the answer sheâs looking for and she shakes her head. âTo taste you,â you follow with. Agatha hums and lightly pushes you back and slowly makes her way to hover over you.
âLike this?â She questions and your hands stop their movements of lightly massaging her thighs - sheâs never given you the option before and you stare up at her with furrowed brows. âHow do you want me?â You feel your heart skip a beat at the sultriness of her voice. âSat on your face?â She teases, and sits back to put weight on your chest. âOr something else, hm, whatâre you thinking?â
âI want you on your back,â you finally admit.
Agatha cocks her head to the left, âWhy?â Okay, maybe her âone way or anotherâ was very direct. âIs it the control that you want?â You shake your head and Agatha feels your hands begin to move once again.
âNo, nothing like that, maybe a little; I just want you to relax. Let me take care of you, like you do me.â
The words are rehearsed, youâve been thinking about this, for days or even for weeks now.Â
Agatha nods her head and gracefully rolls off of you before making herself comfortable amongst the pillows. Youâre kneeling on the bed in front of her and sheâs looking at you expectantly. Your throat bobs as you swallow, taking in the sight that is Agatha Harkness, indecently dressed with her legs spread for you. Damn, what did you do to get so lucky?
Silently, before you can move, Agatha holds out the purple vibrator and waves it towards you. Your hand wraps around the toy and you tease it at your entrance, spreading your folds, and making sure youâre ready before pushing it inside. You dampen a groan and her blue eyes are downcast as she intently watches you follow her unspoken direction.
Itâs quiet as you shuffle forward on your knees, youâre nervous and you can tell that she is too; youâve never done this before. You lean into her and press sweet, gentle kisses to her hairline and down her face to her jaw. Then, you move down and pepper kisses to her stomach and then to each thigh before pressing a kiss to her clothed clit. An appreciative hum leaves her throat and you slip off her underwear.Â
You almost drool at the sight, sheâs perfect. You glance upwards and Agathaâs pupils are blown, so cute she reminds you of a bunny - the irony of it. As soon as your tongue meets her core, you feel her legs jolt to close before giving into the feeling and letting them fall away.Â
Bzz
You almost falter when you feel the strong vibrations inside of you and moan into her as you continue to lap at her cunt. Agathaâs breathing becomes heavier and more ragged until small, quiet whines make their way into the melody. Youâre still yet to master her, but then again itâs only your first time; itâll take a few more plays before you begin to notice which strings to pull and which to flick in order to create a symphony.
Agathaâs legs finally enclose around your head as she rolls into you, pressing herself further into you, chasing after her release. Sheâs moaning now, suppressed, but plentiful, and youâre moaning with her, your tongue delving deeper and deeper inside of her. Her thighs squeeze and keep you, locked, where she wants you before she begins to shudder.Â
âAh, yes, right there, bunny,â she whispers out, her voice slightly raspy with the moans she had expelled. The movement of her hips cease and she lets out a sigh of relief, the vibrations cease with it. Youâd be dim if you were expecting to cum tonight. You clean her up with your tongue and she pulls you up to kiss her with a hand under your chin.
âYou did so good, bun,â she congratulates you against your lips and you feel your heart melt. If this was the result of being a little reckless then you may have to do it again.
#female reader#x reader#reader#reader insert#wlw#blob's fics#marvel#agatha harkness x reader#agatha harkness#wlw smut#smut
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happy happy birthday i hope you're having a great day đžđĽłđ
If it's ok i would like to ask for "How can you still trust me after everything I've done?" with đĽ and a female reader please? Maybe just a little nsfw-ish?
Thank you so much, Anon, for the lovely birthday wishes! I'm sorry this took a while, I hope you still enjoy it! Even though it's much more angsty than actualy NSFW... hope you don't mind that! Thank you!
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Fighter
Word Count: 4176
Tags: Fem!Reader; Dark!Ace; Angst; Hurt; Sorrow; Ambiguous/Open-ending; Mention of sex; Physical and emotional torture;
Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.
Summary: Ace was overtaken by some sort of Darkness and he's very intent on breaking you. You are a fighter, but how long can you last in such an unfair fight?
Notes: This fic was heavily inspired by the song The Fighter by In This Moment. I love this song so much! Please give it a listen, it fits right in.
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Has it been weeks? Days? Surely not. It can't have been more than one day. A few hours, perhaps? Time seems to stand still. There's no window, no sun, no breeze, and definitely no air! It's suffocating, oppressing, and so full of despair.
The only light comes from a few torches scattered here and there, barely enough to discern if the wet patches on the damp earth below your feet are water or your own blood.Â
No, that's not right.Â
There's another source of light. A dark flame, so black one would think it came straight from the pits of hell. Where once burned a bright orange, almost golden-like flame, filled with love and laughter, now stands a void of hopelessness and desperation.Â
Ace.Â
Your Ace.Â
No, that's not right again. This is not your Ace. In front of you stands a twisted, cruel version of the man you love.Â
âReady to break, love? Are you well rested?â His voice has the same timbre, but he never wielded it with so much cruelty. The way he uses your nickname rings familiar, but it is nowhere near the same.Â
And he's terrifying.Â
This Darkness that once was your lover approaches your broken form again, and you wince in preparation. Your arms are numb, and there's blood dripping from where the chains cut into your skin, from your dangled wrists. The bruises on your body paint a yellowish and purple complexion on your soft skin. There are welts and blisters forming as well from the burns he's inflicting on you.Â
But what's truly devastating isn't the physical pain this thing is bringing upon you. It's an emotional one. Because the same calloused hands that held you tight with love are now holding you tight with pain, branding you with dark flames, consuming you in all the wrong ways.Â
You want to beg for him to stop.Â
But you can't stop fighting.Â
I will always fall and rise again Your venomous heroine 'Cause I am a survivor Yeah, I am a fighter
âAce.â You plead again, your words more broken than last time but filled with the same hope. âI know you're in there. I know you can hear me. Come back to me, love. Come back.â
For the briefest of moments, his dark eyes seem to flicker with some sort of light. Your heart skips a beat, and your breath catches in your lungs.Â
Then it's gone.Â
The Darkness laughs. An inhuman laugh devoid of all the warmth that Ace possesses, devoid of all his light, all his love. It hurts more than a million burns. His hands clutch your neck, squeezing tight until little black dots start to fill your vision, his digits marking new bruises on your battered skin as his lips dangle close to your own, twisted into an animalistic snarl that resembles nothing of your lover.Â
âAce can't hear you, love. He's far gone. I'm all that's left, and I will break you.â
He releases you a moment before you're about to pass out, and your chest heaves, inhaling gulps of damp, stagnant air as your head feels light and empty.Â
Then, pain strikes again.Â
His dark flames create new burns, his fists bruising and battering. Youâre not even sure of what's broken anymore. But nothing too important. No, he doesn't want to kill you.
Not yet, at least.Â
I will fall and rise above And in your hate I find love 'Cause I'm a survivor Yeah, I am a fighter
You pass out. Who knows for how long? Your only hope is that Ace is still somewhere inside, and that he's still listening to you.Â
He needs to come back.Â
Ache settles into your bones and your sore muscles. Your lips are dry and cracked, and thirst holds your tonsils ransom, trapped against your throat. Youâre at least glad that you have nothing inside your belly, because the stench of your burning flesh is enough to revolt the strongest stomachs.Â
âOh, here you are again, love. I thought I might have gone a bit too far this time.â His manic chuckle is a far cry from Aceâs giddy laughter. âOops!â Your lover was never taunting, never cruel, never hurtful. You barely know how to cope with this reality.
One minute he was Ace, and the next he wasnât. How did it happen? You canât even remember if it was an enemy Devil Fruit or something else entirely. Whatever it was, it took your Ace away and replaced him with something ugly and dark.Â
âCome back, Ace, please.â You keep pleading. Ever since this thing brought you to this damp cave and started torturing you. But Ace doesnât hear you. Is he still there?
He has to be. Itâs far too painful to think heâs gone.Â
âYou keep pleading for the wrong thing, love. Plead for your life. Thatâs all.â Thereâs a gleam in his eyes, but itâs the wrong spark. Where there used to be a boyish amusement, thereâs nothing but twisted delight. Heâs relishing the fact that heâs slowly breaking you.
And you wonât give him - it - this satisfaction.Â
âRemember us, Ace⌠please.â Maybe if you appeal to his heart, to the shared memories of happy days, he can come back to you. He was always a fighter, never a quitter. It doesnât have to be different now.
You ignore the twisted and spent part of yourself that assures you that if he could come back, he wouldâve already. The Ace you love would never have laid a single finger on you to hurt you.Â
This dark Ace takes a step back, his eyes widen, and he stutters. âRemember us?â Maybe itâs working.Â
You pull on the chains a bit more, but all that does is make you wince and writhe in pain. Theyâre too tight, and theyâve been biting at your skin, leaving it tender and bruised since he captured you.
âYes. I remember us.â His lips pull back into a distorted smile that resembles nothing of the man you love, nor does the freakish sound that follows, an eerie, dark laugh. âI remember this.â
The Darkness steps closer, his hand caressing your cheek while his thumb presses against your lower lip. The other hand traces gentle patterns over your neck and collarbone, a familiarity in the gesture that brings tears to your eyes. Itâs a lover's caress, but instead of warmth, all you feel is revulsion.Â
This will break you much faster than any other kind of torture.Â
I will not hide my face I will not fall from grace I'll walk into the fire, baby
âDo you know what Aceâs first memory of you is?â The Darknessâs tongue peeks out from his mouth as he licks his lips, his dark gaze never leaving yours while tears pool at the corners of your eyes. âYour smile. The way his heart raced when you smiled at him. Such a silly boy with silly dreams. So vulnerable, so in love.â
âStop. Please stopâŚâ The words are mere whispers as tears finally run freely over your scarred cheeks. These are precious memories, and heâs desecrating them all, turning them into weapons meant to hurt. âAce⌠come back.â
âKeep pleading, love. It wonât do you any good, but it will feel so much better when you finally break.â His hand hovers over your breasts and dips lower, settling against your hip as he brushes his thumb against your hip bone. The gesture is intimate, akin to Aceâs touch, but so wrong, so perverse.Â
âDo you remember the first time he kissed you?â A cruel laugh echoes in your ears, his deep voice a corrupt mimicry of Aceâs soft tone. âMighty Portgas D. Ace, a fearsome commander of the Whitebeard Pirates⌠nervous. A trembling mess of a man, too afraid to get it wrong, scared shitless you would leave him because he didnât deserve you. He agonised over it for days. Foolish sap.â
You close your eyes as a painful sob claws its way through your chest and up your throat. You try to block the beautiful memory from reaching the surface, but the damage is done. You remember it as clearly as day.
Aceâs flushed, freckled cheeks. A nervous laugh escaping his trembling lips. The way he kept swaying on the tips of his toes, his hand either reaching for you or retreating to his pockets.Â
His deep breath before cupping your cheeks with shuddering, too-hot hands, just before his lips collided with yours. The kiss was too tense at first, too clumsy.Â
Until you relaxed in his hold and melted into his touch. When you sighed into his lips, he easily took your tongue with his and thoroughly scrambled your brain.
âStop. Please stop.â
âWhy should I? When it produces these sweet, sweet tears.â Clutching your face, he leans in, tongue reaching out and licking a long stripe from your jaw to your temple, collecting all your tears with a cruel sound of delight.Â
His hands bruise your neck again, holding tightly, revelling in the way your pulse races against his calloused fingers.Â
âDoes it hurt, love? To know he once kissed you with such devotion, such tenderness, and now⌠now all you have is me.â His lips ghost yours and you bite your cheeks hard to keep from sobbing uncontrollably.Â
Unsatisfied with your lack of response, he releases your neck, and you gasp for air, but heâs relentless in this cruel game. His hands drop to your waist, pulling you closer. The chains holding you groan and rattle in protest, and you let out a pained whimper.Â
âI know exactly how he touched you.â The pressure is the same, his hand feels the same, he smells and looks the same. Your heart aches and weeps, and you grieve because, even though he looks the same, he couldnât be farther from the man youâre devoted to.Â
His fingers trace upwards, brushing your bruised ribs, and you hate how your body reacts to his familiar touch. You canât control the longing you feel for him any more than you can control the tears streaming down your face.Â
âI remember how he vowed to protect you from all harm. How he would much rather die than see you hurt.â The way he drags Aceâs laugh into a twisted, cruel version of it carves a deep abyss of pain within your chest. You know heâs speaking the truth. Ace was always your protector. It would kill him to know what heâs done to you now.
StillâŚ
Youâd much rather have him with you, feeling terrible for hurting you, than not having him at all.Â
All my life I was afraid to die And now I come alive inside these flames
âShut up. Stop. Please.â You barely have the strength to plead anymore. This is so much worse than when he was only hurting your body. You can endure physical pain, but not this merciless torture.
âI know exactly how he loved you.â The grip on your waist tightens until it bruises again. âHow he watched you sleep in his arms, memorising each freckle, each dimple, each dip and crease of your skin. How he committed your scent to memory to keep himself grounded when he was away from you. How his fingers knew the curves of your body by heart, and how you sounded when you unravelled for him.â
An anguished wail leaves your parted lips as each word he delivers taunts you, breaks you, tears another piece of your heart apart, and tosses it aside, broken and used up. Youâve fought so hard until now, you canât give up. Not even when all of his words are meant to shatter your resolve, to destroy your soul.Â
You need to stay strong and fight for Ace.
âAceâŚâ
âHe loved you so much.â The chains creak and groan as he keeps pulling you, bruising your skin with brutal touches. âAnd me? Well, I can use that love to completely destroy you.â He collects a tear with an extended finger, his eyes gleaming with malice as you crumble further. âI will change and twist your memories so much that youâll wish youâd never loved him. Or plead for me to kill you.â He shrugs nonchalantly. âWhichever comes first.â
Each word, each gesture is a reminder of him, of what he used to be. Of what he is, hidden beneath all those layers of malevolence.Â
âRemember how he used to touch you like thisâŚâ His words trail and linger near your ear as he runs his fingers down your spine in an all-too-familiar gesture. Your body betrays you once more, his touch so akin to home that you arch towards him, a broken whimper leaving your lips as another tear trails down your scorched cheek.Â
The Darkness revels in your reaction, drinking every sob, every sound, every twitch like itâs fuel keeping him alive.
âOh⌠yes, he loved that sound. All the little noises you made for him, it always drove him half-mad, knowing he was the one responsible for provoking them, for making you come undone beneath his fingers.âÂ
Another sob claws its way up your throat as a new wave of beautiful memories fills your mind.
âMore, Ace, more.â
âYes, love. You have all of me.â His languid thrusts drove you crazy. Each stroke of his hips hit places that made you see white. He drew pleasure from you as naturally as he drew flames from within himself.Â
Moans and whimpers, prayers and pleas. They left your parted lips in an unintelligible litany of muffled, half-drowned words.Â
âThatâs it, love. Those noises right there, keep âem coming for me. All for me.â
And then he would kiss you breathless, swallowing everything you had to give him. Taking it all in so he could breathe life back into you again.Â
And you loved every second of it.
Now, all those precious memories are tainted. Tainted by his cruel words, tainted by his brutal touch, tainted by his wicked ways.Â
And youâre so drained that you donât know how much more of this you can actually take.Â
âAnd you⌠do you remember what you whispered to him?â His lips brush against the sensitive spot beneath your ear, and you swallow a gasp, the chains biting harder into your skin, but youâre already numb to that pain. âHow youâd tell him you were his, how you would never want to let go of him, you promised him forever.â
Your lower lip trembles helplessly as the Darknessâs voice drags, malice dripping like venom and sticking to your skin, sticky and disgusting.Â
âAnd when he made love to youâŚâ No⌠no⌠no⌠âWhen he touched you in all the right placesâŚâ His hands grasp your sides and climb up slowly, thumbs brushing your nipples as you fight a torrent of tears. âYouâd scream his name, crying out for him like he was your whole world.â
This time, the broken sob leaving your lips is soul-crushing, and you feel the weight of it deep in your chest.Â
âThatâs it, love. Let it all out.â He brushes his lips against yours in a mockery of intimacy. Another familiar gesture, but a malicious travesty of the reality you were used to. âMourn for him, for the man who is no more. For the one who promised to keep you safe. Grieve for the loss of his soul. Let me hear you break apart.â
Itâs too much. Itâs all so devastating.
âStop⌠please.â Strength is leaving you. The Darkness hurt you before, bleeding you dry, breaking your bones and scarring your flesh. But this violation of your most sacred memories is what finally breaks you.Â
You feel yourself slowly slipping away. You will not last much longer.Â
Closing your eyes, you let your face fall forward, a silent sign of defeat. âDo you want him back?â He asks, his cold hands cradling your face so you can look him in the eyes. The viciousness that gazes back at you is unfamiliar, cold, and disheartening.Â
Itâs not your Ace.
âBeg for him, love. Call his name like you used to. It wonât do any good, but it will make victory taste so much better.â His thumbs brush away another batch of tears, and you canât take it anymore.
âAceâŚâ
He doesnât falter. Thereâs not even a hint of recognition in his dark eyes. Heâs gone.Â
âHeâs gone, love. But he remembers you. How your laugh was able to pull him away from the darkness within himself. How lucky he felt when you kissed him and how worthy you made him feel. Like he was much more than a name, more than the son of a cursed pirate, more than a legacy of a man he hated.â
He presses his forehead against yours, and the intimacy of it is so vivid that, for a moment, you think your Ace is back.Â
âDo you know how many sleepless nights he spent with you in his arms? Just listening to your breathing, completely terrified of losing you one day? How he wished he could protect you from everything that would seek to cause you harm? How his fingers traced every inch of you, afraid heâd forget.â
The dread in your chest expands, taking away your breath. The hurt travels down your legs and up your numb arms. Your head feels lighter, and your throat constricts with agony. You need to let go.
âPlease⌠please⌠stop. Just stopâŚâ
But the Darkness doesnât relent. âYou made him dream of a future he never thought heâd want⌠of children he vowed never to have. You were his anchor, grounding him in this life, making him feel like he was deserving of happiness.â
His lips hover over yours, hands clutching your face, the pressure building, yet you feel no pain anymore. You can barely think.
âDo you know what the cruellest part is, love?â He pulls back long enough to look into your eyes, a ghost of Aceâs smile painting his lips. âHe never got to say goodbye.â
âMake it stop⌠Iâm doneâŚâ The whisper that leaves your lips carries more than defeat. It carries a desperate tragedy. How can something so beautiful as the love you shared with Ace be torn into pieces? How can it be dissected with such malice?
âFinally!â He chants in victory as his hands clasp your cheeks again and he presses his lips hard against yours.Â
The kiss is bruising, cruel, a mimicry of Aceâs, but yet, still too familiar. It brings with it another litany of relentless sobs that you just canât keep at bay. His hands slither over your body in a mockery of a caress and they tuck your neck, pressing gently at first, his lips still glued to yours, claiming both your soul and your body to darkness.Â
Then his thumbs press hard against the dip of your throat and all the air is cut off from you. Youâre suffocating, thrashing silently against both his hold and the icy grip of the chains and you know your time has come.
Itâs as tragic as it is poetic that the man who brought love into your life should also bring death; that the one who so easily breathed life into you, can also take your last breath away.Â
Whimpers and gasps leave your constricted throat as your feet kick and thrash, but he doesnât relent. You feel wetness against your cheeks and taste salt in your dried tongue, though the source of those tears is unknown to you. Are they yours, or the Darkness?
Just as youâre slipping away, the hold on your throat falters and the lips pressed against you lose their harshness, they become soft and pliant, warmer for a moment. Then, with a harsh gasp and a step back, Ace cries in agony, his hands clutching his dark locks as his eyes shut firmly.
Air fills your lungs again and you cough, tasting blood with each convulsion. He might not have killed you yet, but he came pretty close.Â
âAce⌠AceâŚâ You try, each gasp more breathless than the last, but each new gulp filled with newfound hope. Heâs fighting.
Your Ace is fighting.
With another agonised scream, Ace pants, breathlessly. Globs of saliva spew from his gritted teeth as he struggles to open his eyes. Then his gaze lands on you, your name spilling from his lips in raw pain as he assesses your wounds, the wounds he inflicted upon you himself.
âLove⌠Oh, God, no. What have I done?â With a wobbly step, Ace draws near your body, hands stretched and trembling as he cups your cheeks lovingly. A lone sob breaks through your pursed lips.Â
Itâs your Ace. Itâs his touch. It's unmistakable.Â
âPlease, please, love. Iâm sorry, Iâm so, so sorry.â Each word comes drenched in grief, saturated with misery. Each touch filled with caution and care.
âItâs you⌠itâs really you.â Your words are mere murmurs and each of them is a fresh new wound on Aceâs heart. Pressing his forehead against yours, he mumbles another supplication.
His arms wrap themselves around your wounded body and you shiver against his familiar touch. The warmth of his breath against your hair and neck comforts you as he holds you close, as if trying to shield you from a damage thatâs already been done, from something he caused and canât take back. âPlease, pleaseâŚâ
But you shouldnât have rejoiced too soon. Aceâs body convulses twice against your own, his touch harsher, his strength doubling and you feel a fresh wave of nausea hitting your senses, disorienting you.
âAce?â
âNo!â Ace growls, burying his face against the curve of your neck. âNo!â He cries out again while his scream is muffled against your skin. A sharp, stabbing pain travels up your arm as his teeth sink with a sickening crunch of flesh being broken.Â
Aceâs hands, which cradled you lovingly mere moments before, are now harsh and brutal against your frail body. His touch feels too unkind, too hot.
âYou canât have her!â The Darkness roars, pulling Aceâs head back violently, though his grip never falters. âYou think sheâll forgive you after all youâve done?â
You canât speak, you canât think, you canât breathe. Aceâs flames dance in front of you, surrounding him like a sickening halo. They turn from orange to black and to an in between that disorients you. His touch aches, burns and scars.Â
âAce⌠fight!â You try to plead but your voice is too weak, too feeble and powerless to reach him in a battlefield you're not privy to. This is his fight to win, and you are a mere spectator.Â
âYou canâtâŚâ He begins, a growl and a roar leave his lips as his arms erupt into a blazing inferno, searing your skin and making you cry out in pain and agony. âYou canât take her from me!â With a final clamor, Ace breaks free from the Darkness and his release is so literal that you can actually hear a loud clatter, like glass being broken while invisible shards fly everywhere. A final flame licks your body with ruthlessness and your broken lament dies with it.
âLove?â Aceâs broken voice barely reaches your ears. He, somehow, removes the harsh chains and the cruel bite is no more, though you can scarcely feel it as he cradles you against his body. âLove, come on, you canât do this to meâŚâ The tears that fall from his eyes almost hiss as they kiss your scorching skin. âIâm so sorry⌠Iâm sorry⌠HowâŚ?â A broken sob shakes his shoulders as buries his face in your hair. âHow can you still trust me after everything Iâve done?â
Aceâs world crumbles as you flutter away from him. Ragged, uneven breaths leaving your lips while your eyelids tremble in a defeated effort to open.
Heâs losing you.Â
And itâs all his fault.Â
âPlease donât leave me. Fight⌠please. Iâll never let anything hurt you againâŚâ The sorrow in his words weighs heavily in your heart, yet your body doesnât respond to your will and you canât seem to reassure him; you canât tell him you donât resent him, that it wasnât his fault, that he doesnât need to blame himself.
Because if thereâs someone who doesnât need to carry more guilt, itâs Ace.Â
And yet, thereâs no strength left to let him know that. Your chest heaves one last time and, suddenly, the fight is lost, and there is no clear winner.
Because if thereâs someone who deserves all the happiness in the world, itâs Ace.Â
âPlease, come back. I love youâŚâ
But all the love in the world couldnât save you.Â
All the love in the world couldnât save him.
A frail wail leaves Aceâs lips as he shuts his eyes in agony, and he almost misses the flicker of hope that makes your chest tremble again while a soft sigh escapes your lips.
I donât need you to save me âCause Iâm a survivor, yeah I am a fighter
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In Another Universe
#11. Jeon Jungkook
Synopsis â When you are just another iteration of Park Jiminâs girlfriend in a different universe.
Park Jimin Ă Reader
Genre â parallel universe / kind of fantasy/ strangers to ??/ SMUT/ maybe romance/ angst/ fluff /Infidelity
Warnings- Language/SMUT- Making out/ Dirty talks/ Some public stuff (well you know)/ Unportected sex/ Mirror sex/ Cumming inside/ Hotel room sex/ Rough sex/ Spanking/ Word 'slut' and 'whore'/ Multiple orgasms (f.recieving)/Foot kink!!!!!! (I don't know if I've missed any)/ Angst / INFIDELITY
Word count- 18k
a/n- Should I try to wrap it up with 16 chapters or should I make it 20? (Thank you for reading like always. Lv u allâ¤ď¸)
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âYou hired her?â
Jimin nearly spills the milk he has been pouring into the bowl of cereal at the loud and sudden voice of Liya. It is with a bit of struggle that he manages to hold it steady. A sigh leaves his lips. He closes his eyes trying to compose himself before he turns around to face his girlfriend. Slowly. As if she doesnât startle him at all. Jiminâs eyes land on Liya. Taking her presence in. She looks more than angry. Expression incredulous.
âWhat?â He asks softly. Voice calm and collected. Itâs not that he doesnât know. He knows very well who she is referring to. What sheâs referring to. Honestly, heâs a bit surprised that it took this long for this question to come front. He expected Liya to storm toward him and ask this question the very next day you started working for his company. It seems like Emi was slow at reporting that. Yet he doesnât want to look like he expected this. So, he keeps staring at her with emotionless eyes.
âYou know what I mean Jimin.â Liya takes a step forward. âAre you serious? What were you thinkingââ
âI didnât hire her. Hoseok did.â Jimin interrupts her blustering. Heâs tired of this. Simply doesnât think Liya should be interfering with his business. She normally doesnât do that. They donât poke their noses in each otherâs work. Yet, there are times like this. Like when Jimin flat-out refused to offer the CMO post to Liyaâs cousin. Like when Jimin refused to become a subsidiary of the Kim group. There were such instances where Liya thought she has the right to tell him what to do or not. Always ended up in a huge fight, however. Jimin knows this is going to be another one. Heâs certain when Liya sneers.
âYeah? Like that? He can do whatever he wants?â
âYes.â
Another loud scoff.
âWhatâs that make your company? Anyone can do anything? Is your company a circus?â
âYes. And that shouldnât be any of your concerns Liya. Stay out of it. And Hoseok isnât just anybody. Heâs the CMO and a damn co-owner.â
âAs if he has done anything to earn it.â
Jimin feels something explode within him. His entire vision turning red instantly. Liya always does this. There was a time where Jimin bore with it. Just listened to her without arguing back. And he feels fucking guilty for doing that. Not anymore, though. No. One day and one moment he decided to fight back. Jimin closes the distance between them in one long step. Fire burning in his eyes.
âTake that fucking back.â Gritts through his clenched teeth. Stares her down. Liya takes a step back. Her expression still furious. Eyes never leaving Jiminâs. He just knows she isnât going to do that. She never does.
âIâm feeling so sorry for you Jimin. You really are gonna lose all the shits youâve worked hard for. All because you trust your stupid friends too muchââ
âKim fucking Liya!â Jimin surprises himself at how loud he shouts. Liya winces visibly, involuntarily taking another step back. A gasp leaving her mouth. âJust listen to me this time because Iâm already fucking tired of telling you this. I would be no one without them. You have a problem with them? Then you should stay out of my business. You have your own to worry about. Let me decide whether I want to lose what Iâve worked for or build something more. Just stay the fuck away Liya.â Jimin almost turns around with that to his cereal which is probably soggy now, when Liya chuckles. Shakes her head slightly.
âWell, you want me to stay away from the business. I will.â She takes the two steps she took back, forward again. Tilting her head upward to take a good look at Jimin. âLetâs see where you go. Letâs see how long itâll take you to ask help from me again. And you should listen to me too Jimin. Youâre my fucking boyfriend. Soon to be fiancĂŠ. And if you think weâre still in college and have the freedom to do whatever we want, youâre wrong. The whole countryââ She grits her teeth. âThe entire damn business world knows we are dating. One single mistake would cause the downfall for both of us. In that case, I donât think having my twin sister- that nobody ever knew about- close is a wise idea. People have eyes Jimin. And so do they talk. Maybe you donât care about losing all your hard work for good-for-nothing friends, but I do. I will not just watch Hoseok, and that woman ruin my life. If I was you, I would make sure she is out of my sight before, sheâs not going to be able to work because of that pain.â
With that Liya turns around in her heels. Storms away. Leaving a raging Jimin behind. Jimin doesnât even realize heâs grinding his teeth together to dust. Doesnât even realize that his jaw aches. That his fists are curled so tight that he might be hurting himself.
Was that a threat?
Did she fucking threaten him?
It is completely unintentional how he slams his bunched-up fist into the kitchen counter. Doesnât feel the pain for fractured second. Then there it comes. Almost unbearable. Makes him screw his eyes shut and groans. Still, though, it feels good. Thereâs rage inside him that can cause him to murder someone. Well, itâs not like he can hit a woman. This wayâs better. Jimin grips the counter with his both hands. Tightly. Trying to calm down. Trying to think rationally and see clearer through the red that has covered his sight.
It's fine. Itâs just fine.
Itâs not like Liya can actually do anything about this situation. Sheâs talking since sheâs mad. Jimin knows that itâs not jealousy. No. Liya is simply worried about that damn reputation. Itâs not like thereâs anything really happening for people to talk. He hasnât even got a chance to be with you properly to be honest. Not after that day after you walked to him. It was the first and last till now. Hoseok is a little shit who has made sure you barely get any alone time these days. Jimin wasnât very shocked when you told him that Hoseok knows. He kind of knew something was up with his friend. Neither of you knew whatâs his friendâs intentions were clearly. But in the end, it didnât matter. Hoseok never brought the topic up with Jimin. And so Jimin did what heâs best at. You both did. Pretending. Pretending like thereâs nothing wrong. Pretending like Hoseok doesnât know of your secret. It was easier that way. And life was going so damn well.
Even though he didnât really get a chance to be with you, in any sexual way, life had been so damn good for him. He loves all the small but precious moments with you. Knows itâs not normal to crave your presence when it isnât sexual at all. Yet he canât help it. All the times you would bring his coffee. Tells him how Hoseok is a little piece of shit to make you sit for three hours with Jin. Tells him about your day. He finds it invaluable. All the time you would walk past each other down a hallway. Every time you would catch his eyes when you do. The small smile tugs on your lips when you see him. Jimin finds them coveted. Every sneaky and risky kiss you shared. Your smell and soft voice. He finds them treasured. See, life is good. So good for him after a long time. For years it has been just pressure of earning money and balancing a relationship. Now he feels carefree. And he does not wish to trade that feeling.
No. He wants to delve into this feeling. Wants to feel this flutter in his stomach as long as he can. Youâre too precious to let go. Not again. It was pure torture. Heâs really at peace with the fact that heâs an asshole. That heâs a selfish prick. That heâs cheating. Itâs fine. Itâs really fine as long as he has you. He isnât going to let anyone, not even Liya, steal that from him. True, that he might be a coward for not being able to put an end to this strained relationship, but heâs not going to sit and watch you go. He would like to see Liya try.
Oh, hell yeah, he would.
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Jungkook straightens up from the wall heâs been leaning on. Rolls his stiff neck after staring in the same direction for exactly twenty minutes. Yes, he has been counting. He feels uneasy. Youâre late today; you usually arrive hours earlier. He doesnât like the idea of you coming home alone. But you insisted. You can be really stubborn when you want to. Nothing he ever said to persuade you or to convince you that itâs not trouble for him to pick you up, has worked. You had apparently decided you want to be that bad independent bitch the moment you received your paycheck.
This is the third day you are coming home alone. And so, this is the third day Jungkook is leaning against the wall next to his apartment door. Hoping to hear the creak of the third step of the staircase soon. Itâs not that he really wanted to be this worried and act like a stressed dad. Itâs simply that he canât help it. He canât help but be worried. Jungkook naturally is a person that thinks too much about other people that it often tends to backfire. People would always use his kindness. He still does it, however. Care. The thing is though, itâs not just that caring he feels toward you. At first, it was just that. Then after you started to share his apartment, it has turned into something more.
Oh, how he is so accustomed to your presence. How he likes it. To have you lounging on his couch in the evening, scrolling through your phone and snorting. Showing him the memes thatâs not hilarious at all, yet he laughs anyway. To use the shower after you, only to scream at how hot the water is. You donât listen when he complains. You say itâs the perfect temperature. To have you saunter around his kitchen. Teaching him how to properly crack an egg. You would always end up with a piece of shell on your omelet. To have movie nights just to talk through it and to have no idea what the movie was about. To have your scent. Your clothes. Your belongings scattered around. How he doesnât want to lose it.
He wonât say he likes you. And he wonât say he doesnât like you either. You certainly caught his eye the first day he saw you. But then he thought you were off limit. Thought you were Park Jiminâs woman. Then here you are. After everything, you are with him. Jeon Jungkook. And heâs slowly starting to become attached. That much is certain. Jungkook canât even imagine how it would be to have you moved away from his place. He would miss your dearly. Maybe if he budge you enough, youâll change your mind. Youâll decide you can share his space, as long as you want.
The long-awaited creaking sound is what causes Jungkook to snap out of his reverie. Perking up right at the moment to find you turning the corner of the staircase. Panting slightly. Your eyes instantly land on him. A bright smile breaking across your face upon seeing him. Well, Jungkook canât control the way his own lips stretched wide. Canât control how he spreads his arms. Canât definitely control the way his heart skips a beat when you throw yourself into his arms. Maybe heâs so wrong. He should say he likes you.
âYouâre late Noona.â
âA woman had me dog sitting.â You whine adorably. Oh, so fucking adorably. Jungkook snorts all the while squeezing you in his arms.
âYeah, howâs that happen?â
âJust happened. You know how my life is. I couldnât say no.â
Of course he knows. âYou need to learn how to say no. You can start practicing by saying No to your annoying boss.â
Itâs your time to snort. Youâll always insist that Hoseok isnât annoying your ass all the time. But thatâs what the bugger is doing. He overworks you. Yet, youâre more than happy to work for him. See now, Jungkook was wondering what the reason might be. You were so stressed when you first started working for Hoseok. Jungkook really had thought you would quit. You didnât. You stuck to it. He thought you were sticking to the money at first. But after these few weeks. As youâre visibly elated, Jungkook thinks thatâs not the case at all. No. Thereâs something else. And heâs afraid to know what it is. Because he is getting attached.
He is attached.
He ignores whatever youâre saying to his advice. Simply starts to walk backward with you still in his arms. Swaying you left and right. Ignores your whines as well. Maybe⌠Just maybe all he has to do is hurry up. Hurry up before someone who doesnât deserve you start to play you. And Jungkook has a strong feeling that someone would be the CEO of your company. Youâve shared a history together after all. A history where Jungkook didnât exist. He feels a twinge of jealousy, but above everything he feels worried. If the reason behind your adorable smile these days, is the person Jungkook thinks who he is. Then he should hurry up. Because Park Jimin will ruin you. Oh, he will. For a fact, Jungkook knows that guy wasnât jealous of Jungkook over Liya. Park Jimin was jealous of him over you.
The end of Jiminâs game would leave you hurt and alone. And Jungkook is too attached to you to let that happen.
Maybe he should hurry up.
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You reluctantly let Jimin pull away from your lips. Heâs panting hard. Gaze dark and fixed on your lips. Youâre once again seated at his office desk. Enjoying a rare moment of solitude. Hoseok being in a meeting and Emi is out for some tasks which Jimin has deliberately assigned to her. You have no idea where Jin or Taehyung is. You donât care either. All that matters is Park Jimin. The way he hungrily sucks on your lips again. His hands roaming over your sides. The way he pulls away a bit to trail his lips over your jaw and neck.
âJiminâŚâ You purr gently. He just hums in answer without detaching his lips from your neck. âWe really canât.â You pull him even closer despite your words. Youâre having a moment after a long time, yes. Yet, that doesnât make it less risky. Itâs still early morning. You canât have all your makeup ruined. People will definitely know youâve gotten fucked. Canât disheveled Jiminâs hair. This moment is precious, yes. Yet, you canât afford to fuck in this moment.
âWhy not?â Jimin whines in your ear.
âEmi would be here any minute.â
âSo what? Sheâs not gonna come inside.â
âWeâre definitely not fucking while your secretary is waiting outside.â
You gently show him away. He doesnât even budge. Just presses himself more into you. Grabs from your thighs to pull you closer. âCâmon Lil, Iâm fucking⌠ughâŚâ His words die down as heâs back to suck on the delicate skin of your neck. Rational thoughts are slipping through your brain. Heart erratically beating and youâre already starting to sweat. Itâs too hot in Jiminâs air-conditioned office room. But you want to press yourself more into him. You know what he tried to say. Youâre feeling the same. Desperate. Touch starved. Jiminâs touch. You canât though. Not now.
âYou should take me somewhere else, seriously.â You angle your head so he can suck on your neck some more. Wraps your legs around his waist to lock him in place. Jimin squeezes the flesh in your hips in response. Mutters against your skin.
âItâs not my fault your boss is an asshole and makes you work, day and night straight.â Jimin grinds his hips on to you. Creating a heavenly friction between your thighs. Gets you gasping. Â You try to suppress the sounds.
âHa, like his friend! Oh, fuck JiminâŚâ You buck your hips into his. Can feel the evident bulge rubbing against your clothed core. âBut seriously, not now. What if Jin or Tae barged in. Those morons donât know anything about knocking.â You try again.
âYou feel good though.â Jimin grinds even harder. âI can make you cum in just three minutes hm?â Stops the ministrations on your skin just to peck your lips. Keeps his face there while he stare into your eyes. With his dark and hooded ones. Oh, how tempting. How good itâll be to have him pound into you on this same desk as the last time. Then how much chaos would it cause if anyone is to walk in.
âNo. Not nowâ You manage to push him away this time. Stll, so gentle. Jimin takes a step away from you. Making you instantly miss his warmth. Itâs a struggle not to hold him with your legs. He pouts. Cute. Takes another step away. Youâre pouting too.
âYouâre mean.â Plops back into his chair. Youâre both still panting and breathless. You give him a soft smile, ready to get down from the table when Jimin stops you. Just drags his chair closer to you. âDonât leave yet.â Presses a gentle kiss to your knee. Another moan sips past your trembling lips.
âJimin.â Your voice turns stern now. He doesnât care. Gifts you with another kiss. Then another. And just as youâre thinking heâs about to guide his mouth upward he draws back.
âIâm not trying anything funny baby. Just canât help myself.â Looks at you with his eyes glinting. Startles you a bit when he suddenly grabs from your ankle. You gasp. Trail of protests spill from your mouth when he lifts your foot to rest on his thigh. Not caring about the fact that youâre still wearing your heels.
âJ-Jimin, you gonna get dirt on your clothes.â You try to free your foot when he gently starts to massage your ankle. His thumb circling gently.
âDonât care. Have I told you that you have pretty legs.â He slides his hand toward your calf. Keep massaging. His touch is gentle. Yet it feels like burning your skin. Presses another kiss. This time inclined a bit inward your knee. You look down at him while your head is spinning. Arousals shooting downward through your body. Pooling inside your underwear. Yet you canât find it in yourself to stop him again. Youâre on the verge of giving up. How much of an effect he has on you. How your heart is fluttering and swelling at the sight of him. Isnât he worshiping you? Why would he do that? Why does he look like heâs so smitten? Why do you like this feeling?
âOh, you have a foot kink?â You mumble softly. Wanting to distract yourself from the tingling sensation on your heart. Jimin snorts. Itâs not that you tried to get him to stop but thatâs what happens. He stops his actions altogether. Holds his hand out for you. You accept it. Cluelessly allowing him to drag you forward. Not down to the floor, however. But to his lap. Straddling. Stare into his brown orbs which are now glinting with amusement when he pecks your lips.
âWhat if I do.â Jimin teases. Eyes sparkling. Is muttering against your lips causing to intensify that tingling sensation. Your heart is about to leap away. Explode. You balance yourself by circling your arms over his neck. Are refusing to feel this way alone. Want Jimin to join you. So, you brush your lips against his.
âThen Iâd want to give you a foot job.â Whisper. Jiminâs hands around you tightens immediately. That glint in his eyes replaced by a dark haze as you watch. He shivers visibly.
âFuck Lil.â Groans as squashing you against his chest. âAre you sure you canât keep my cock warm for five fucking minutes.â Mumbles. You give him a look. Make him whine. âOkay, then three minutes.â You donât change the look in your face. âTwo.â You raise your brow. âOne. Fuck baby. I need something.â He kisses you hard.
âGosh you really do have a foot kink, donât you?â You kiss him back the moment he pulls away. Jimin lets out an adorable noise.
âI think I have lot of kinks when it comes to you.â Says as you hide your face in his neck. Makes you giggle.
âYeah?â
âMhm⌠youâre so good.â Rubs your back. âFeels so good. Letâs just stay like this.â Holds you tight. Gets you shrieking when he spins his chair. Making you both do a playful swirl.
âJimin.â You draw back just to hit his arm. How youâve become comfortable around each other. Comfortable enough that you can mess around like this. His eyes are back to sparkling. Oh, how you love them. Those eyes and the glint. Makes you feel alive. Makes you forget how sordid your relationship is. When youâre with him, itâs just you two in the world. In these kinds of moments, he isnât a man who has a girlfriend. He is just Park Jimin. And as weird as it sounds, he is your Park Jimin.
âDonât nag.â Jimin interrupts you even before you start speaking. You close your mouth. Click your tongue.
âI wasnât going to nag.â Yes, you were. Jimin laughs. Showers you with tiny kisses yet again. Opens his mouth to say something only to close back instantly and jump slightly when the intercom rings. You withdraw from him at light speed. Hell, you havenât heard Emi returning. Not that itâs possible to hear much through the thick walls and heavy door. Yet, you always manage to know she is there beforehand. It seems you were extra busy today. Too engrossed in each other. You are about to get off from his lap when Jimin responds to his secretary.
âYes.â He asks in that stern tone.
âMs. Kimââ Thatâs all she gets to say before you hear a second voice echoes through the receiver.
âOh, you donât have to inform him, if he isnât with someone.â
And thatâs the only warning you get. Thatâs the only second you get to react before the door handle is twisting. Itâs almost comical how fast you act. Nearly break your neck at the speed you get off from Jimin. Stumble a little. Catching yourself right at the time and grabbing the cup of coffee on the table when the door pushes open. Jimin drags the chair close to the table as you catch sight of the person entering the room. Freezing in the doorway.
You can feel your heart pound in your throat. You force yourself to look away from the woman who just entered the office. To act normal. To show her a polite smile and bow. In the way an employee would do to her employerâs girlfriend. Yet all you can do is push the coffee cup toward Jimin with a shaky hand. Jimin mumbles you a strained âthank youâ. Compared to you Jimin looks fairly fine. Composed. Not at all like a man who nearly got caught by his girlfriend. Still, he looks uncomfortable. And a little flushed. All you can hope is that Liya wouldnât pick up the obvious tension. Your efforts to turn around and leave, however, instantly becomes null when Liya speaks and closes the door behind. Rudely in the face of poor Emi.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â Liya doesnât beat around the bush it seems. You feel your blood drains out of your body. A cold sweat starts to break down your spine. Mouth suddenly dry that you donât think youâll be able to talk even if you have an answer.
âSheâs bringing me my coffee, Liya, you canât see that?â Jiminâs calm voice saves you from your misery. You turn your head slightly to find him looking directly at Liya. How is he doing that? You feel like fainting. Doesnât he feel fucked up like you? Is this normal for him? Then your gaze shifts from his face to his hands. The way he is clenching them. Then his legs. Is bouncing his left leg like crazy. Oh, heâs feeling all the messy sensations like you do. Itâs just that heâs better at hiding. Liya scoffs. Takes your attention back to her.
âWhy would she do that now? Thought she is Hoseokâs assistant.â Raises her brow.
âShe is.â Jimin answers as if thereâs nothing wrong at all.
âThen why on earth is she bringing you, coffee? You have Emi for that.â You canât help but recoil a bit when she walks forward. How intimidating she is. Her gaze flickers from Jimin to you. âI thought we had a deal sister. Thought you are working on finding a way to stop this. Not following my boyfriend like a needy little thing. You canât live without him?â
âLiya!â Jiminâs voice booms across the room. Even you wince slightly.
âWhat?â She snaps. Head whipping toward Jimin. Oh, this is awkward. Uncomfortable. You need to leave. Jimin doesnât answer her. Instead turns to you.
âYou can leave.â Says gently yet professionally. Youâre glad. See now, you know youâre not in a position to feel angry. Youâre very wrong here. Yet, itâs not a pleasant feeling to have someone talk down on you. Belittle you and clearly insinuate that youâre a slut. Maybe you are. But you donât like to be reminded. You want to escape. Hence, your eager nod and bow. Take another step forward to leave when Liya stops you again.
âNo wait.â She steps in front of you. âListen, I donât care if youâre sucking Hoseokâs cock for this jobââ
âThatâs enough Liya!â You can hear Jiminâs chair scrape the floor as he gets to his feet. Liya doesnât listen to him, however.
ââ just stay out from our life, will you? Do you have any idea how this might look in peopleâs eyes. Do you know what Emi might think to see you spend your timeââ
âFor fucks sake Liya, thatâs fucking enough.â Jimin walks past you so fast that you donât even realize he has walked to Liya until heâs harshly yanking from her forearm. Turns to you. âLeave.â Thatâs a demand. His voice is stern. Not that you need to tell twice. You take your opportunity. Storm away gratefully. Not bothering to listen to what Jimin says to Liya next. Not even waiting to acknowledge the look Emi gives you.
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It takes you a fair amount of time to compose yourself after the incident. Hell, you were so damn scared. It was a close call. For a fact you know Liya has no clue that Jimin and you are really going on at it. She was a bitch to you ever since the day you met. She simply wants you out of her hair. Maybe sheâs suspicious. Maybe sheâs afraid of the possibilities. But thatâs all. Sheâs just being rude without knowing the truth. And what would have happened if youâd been a split second too late to get off Jiminâs lap? Even the thought alone makes you tremble.
You donât know what Liya will do. You have no idea how sheâll manage to take your identity away from you. And thatâs not your main concern anyway. Your main concern is what problems itâll cause to Jimin. Your concern is about the next steps Jimin will take. He clearly told you he canât just break up with Liya. That means only one thing, youâll be the one he would give up. And that makes your knees buckle. Makes it hard to breathe. Fuck, how youâve gotten yourself deeply tangled in the web Jimin has woven. You know you canât let him go. No, you canât let this go. You need him. Even the thought of it makes you feel void. Makes your heart ache. So, youâre relieved that you managed to avoid it. Avoid getting caught. That you can keep going. Yes, you feel guilty. Of course you do. You simply know that youâre the villain in this story. The bad bitch who came to ruin a perfect relationship. Well, youâre fine being that bitch.
All you need is Jimin.
You gulp down the guilt you feel. Anxiously placing down the bundle of files Jin made you take to Hoseok. Nearly drops them when you feel your phone vibrates in your pant pocket.
âWhat the fuck is this?â Hoseok questions as he grabs a one to inspect. You ignore his question since youâre hastily pulling your phone out. Unlocking it in record time. Inhaling a sharp breath and holding it when you see itâs indeed Jimin who has texted you.
Meet me in the screening room. Is what the text reads. Relief flooded you. This means everything is apparently, fine. Youâre safe.
âDo you have a screening room here?â
âWhat on the fucking hell does Jin want me to do with these?â
You and Hoseok ask each other at the same time. Itâs his question that gets ignored, however.
âYes, why?â He answers your question. Brows furrowed in curiosity.
âCan you show me it?â You yet again ignores his question in favor of getting what you need.
âI can but you have to tell me why?â
âI got an- uh- invitation to visit thereâŚâ You hide your annoyance. Thereâs no time to start silly fights with your boss. Hoseokâs curious face immediately morphs into a playful one. A smirk appears on his pink lips.
âYou did?â Chuckles. âThatâs nice but I think I saw Liya here few minutes ago.â Leans forward in his desk. Looks damn cocky. You donât wish to answer that, so he keep going on. âYou might need to watch your back Li.â Bites on his bottom lip. You roll your eyes. Itâs a one thing to commit a sin. But itâs completely different thing to talk about it as itâs nothing. Thatâs worse.
âYouâre such an asshole, Hoseok.â You say grimacing.
âSo, whoâs worse? You or me?â He asks nonchalantly. You have no answer for that. Hoseok waits patiently for a minute before realizing youâre not going to answer it. âCâmon letâs go, I need to find Jin as well.â Gets to his feet. You say nothing as you slowly start to follow him. He only takes one step, however, before he stops again and face you. âBut seriously Li, watch your back. I donât want Jimin to die. I want him to live long enough to realize all he has to do is put an end to it.â
âEnd to what?â
âTo anything that makes him unhappy.â
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âWhy would you need a fucking movie theater in your company?â You ask while staring into the large LED display. Standing next to a comfortable- looking leather chair and under the dim yellowish lighting of the screening room of RUN.
âFor a lot of things, actually.â Jimin answers as he wraps his arms around you. From behind. Pulling your back into his chest. You snuggle against him immediately. Let your head fall into his chest. Grinning widely when he starts to sway you from side to side.
âLike what? Couples having movie nights on Valentine Day?â You snorts.
âValen- what?â Jimin huskily questions in your ear as you gasp loudly. Pulling away from his embrace hurriedly. Turning around to look at him with disbelief.
âAre you saying that thereâs no valentine day here?â Another gasp. Jimin looks endearingly confused.
âAre we supposed to have one?â He looks around the screening room. As if youâre talking about something he should have in here. You chuckle.
âValentine means the day of lovers. We celebrate it on fourteenth Feb.â You explain softly. Itâs Jiminâs time to gasp now.
âWhy would you need a day for that?â Scrunches up his nose. âYou have such a day in your world?â Tilts his head toward you. You hum in response before pecking his lips.
âYouâre missing out. But that doesn't matter. Tell me why weâre here.â
Jiminâs incredulous expression turns into a cunning smile. âYou told me I should take you somewhere.â Places his hands on your waist. Rests his forehead against yours.
âYeah, somewhere private so we canââ
âThis place is private. No oneâs ever gonna comeââ
âPark Jimin.â You almost push him away when he pulls you flat against him. Apparently, donât give a fuck about the risks. Not even after what happened earlier. âWe canât you stupid. Did Liya even leave? We almost got caughtââ
Jimin shuts you up with a lewd kiss. âShe did.â Answers when he finally pulls away. You sigh heavily.
âSo, everything went well?â
âIt did. Nothing you should worry about Spring Roll. Trust me hm?â
Thatâs what you do always. Trust him. You wonât lie, youâre sometime curious to know whatâs happening in his life. Then you think itâs not your place. You shouldnât get more closer to him than youâre now. So, you just nod. It looks like you would have to give up. And thatâs exactly what youâre about to do when the sudden sound of door opening reaches you. Followed by voices. Jiminâs reaction is entirely unconscious. Like a reflex. One moment you were standing near the isle seats. Then in the next you are pressed into his chest, fully concealed by a curtain. Both froze in the action. Â
âIâm pretty sure he went to the cafĂŠ.â Â You undoubtedly recognize Hoseokâs voice. Have listened to it too many times to be uncertain. You tilt your head upward to take good look at Jiminâs face. He has his arms firmly draped around you. Isnât looking at you. His eyes are closed. You can feel his heartbeat.
Fuck! That was another close call.
No. It wasnât a close call. Itâs not over yet. Hoseok is with someone for sure.
âNo man, Iâm telling you he headed this way.â That voice is Taehyungâs. Itâs fine if itâs those two. You can come up with a good excuse. Not that you need excuses when it comes to Hoseok anyway. But then there comes a third voice.
âOh my god! This is ridiculous. What am I gonna say to my father? That my boyfriend, the CEO of this company has vanished into thin air all of a sudden?â
And your blood freezes for second time. Jiminâs eyes shoot open at the voice too. Hasnât he told you she left. Jimin shakes his head gently, as if he read your mind. You give him a look of disbelief. How absurd that youâre hiding behind a curtain like this. Your attention is drawn back to the conversation when you hear Hoseok scoffs.
âListen Ms. Kim, I donât think Jimin is obliged to meet your dad. Heâs the fucking CEO of this company and he can go anywhere he wants.â
You have no idea how Liya might look like now. You hear her scoff as well though.
âOh yeah, he is, Mr. Jung. In case if you guys have forgotten, let meââ
âOkay guys, Jimin isnât here so why donât we go and look for him elsewhere?â Taehyung is the one who interrupts Liyaâs words.
âNo... No, let her finish Tae. Surely, weâve forgotten.â Malice in Hoseokâs voice is quite evident. Youâve always wondered what his problem with Liya is. Why so hostile toward her. Yet this is not the time to find out. Not when you feel like melting into a puddle at your feet. Heart beating mad. The dread of getting caught makes your eyes water and your head throb. This is not the right time to find out what causes other peopleâs problems. You know Jimin feels the same if the way heâs squeezing you is anything to go by.
You need to get out of here. Or Hoseok needs to take Liya out from here. The way he has started to argue with Taehyung and the way he is provoking Liya, however, makes you realize the latter wonât be happening soon. Hoseok is an idiot in addition to being a little shit. Maybe he thinks youâve left already. Whatever the reason might be, them staying longer here bring you and Jimin to get caught in your lie sooner. Red handed. No. That canât be happening. You donât want to lose Jimin just as you found him. No. You need to escape.
You frantically start to look around. In a desperate search for a way you can get out of this absurd situation. Your mind running mile a minute. Taking in everything around you when your eyes land on the door couple of steps ahead of you and to your left. Fire Exit. You feel a rush of relief and new wave of apprehension shoots through your body. If you can get to the fire exit, youâre free of this situation. But the problem is that thereâs no way you can reach there without uncovering yourself from this curtain. You take a moment. Trying to calm your racing heart down so you can hear the conversation happening inside the room.
âOh, câmon Hobba, stop it will you?â Taehyung is still whining.
âYouâre an ungrateful shit Jung. Youâve no idea what my father did to make this place a reality.â Liya is still arguing. You can feel Jimin tensing. You donât know what they are talking about but clearly Liya is insulting Hoseok. You donât wait to listen to what Hoseok says in reply to that. Whatever he is saying, that conversation or fight isnât going to end soon. So, you simply bring Jiminâs attention to you by tugging from his coat. Wait till he looks at you before gesturing to the door with your head. Jimin looks to the direction where youâre showing. Picking up what youâre insinuating quickly. Eyes going wide before heâs shaking his head. You donât pay any mind to that. Take the risk of poking your head out. Jimin is too late when he hiss quietly. You are already looking at the three people near the door.
Theyâre at the far end of the room, with Liyaâs back to you. Taehyung is to her side while Hoseok will be the only one to notice you if you reveal yourself. And you trust him to keep it shut in case he sees you. Thatâs what you think. Or guess. Or pray. Maybe this is a stupid idea. Maybe you shouldâve stayed until they finish fighting. Hoping they will leave after that and hoping you or Jimin wonât end up sneezing. Maybe thatâs the best option but youâre already stepping out. Jimin trying weakly to keep you in place but failing miserably. Having nothing else to do but follow you. Itâs just probably maximum three steps. And it doesn't even take a split second to cross it.
One.
Two.
Three.
And right as you push open the door. Silently as you can and your eyes never leaving the three figures at the other end, Hoseokâs eyes land directly on you. You canât figure how his expression changes, but you know thereâs no issue. That heâll manage to hide his surprise. The problem is the way Taehyungâs head turns toward you. Just a millisecond after Hoseok. You may not be able to see his reaction in the dim lighting, but you do clearly hear the gasp that leaves his mouth.
âTaehyung!â Hoseok screams Taehyungâs name right when you disappear through the fire exit. Dragging Jimin along with you.
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There was no reason for you to run after closing the fire exit door behind you. Yet thatâs what you did. Ran. Ran like you were caught in a zombie attack. Ran like you were escaping an approaching hurricane. Ran like your life depends on it. You kept running, relentless and breathless. Down through hundreds of steps. And Jimin just followed you. Never letting go of your hand or pulling you into a stop. Not even when you exited the RUN building.
And not even now when you keep running without a care.
You donât even know why youâre still at it. You feel like someoneâs on your tail though. Thereâs an urge to run away far as possible. Far and far away. Thatâs the only thing that rings in your head when you see the bus that stops at the bus stop before you.
âLil, waitâŚ. Babyââ Thatâs the only thing Jimin is able to say when you board the bus. He doesnât stop you though. Just swiftly follows you inside before the door shuts. Itâs only when you reach the rear seats that you stop. Itâs only when you plop down on an empty seat that you take a good look at Jimin. His face flushed and panting. No difference for you. You both are heaving for your life. Jimin plops next to you. Clutches his tummy. Looks at you weakly. And thatâs only when you realize that you have ran into a fucking bus.
âFuck!â You exclaim loudly as you take a look around. The bus is already on the move. Thereâs no reason for you to do this. You fucking overreacted. Why did you even board a bus? You turn back to Jimin. His eyes are already on you. You hope to find him still heaving for breath. To find him giving you a look of disbelief at what you did. What you find, however, is his lips slowly stretching into a grin, which breaks out into a loud laughter in a blink of an eye. It takes you in great surprise. You watch him with wide eyes as he doubles over with laughter. Eyes tiny slits.
âHoly fuck! Did you- did you just⌠God I canât.â He struggles to say it aloud. You feel like you need to be mad that heâs making fun of you. Yet all you do is slowly start to grin.
âOh, shut up!â You mutter in feigned irritation.
âWhy the hell did you run like that?â Jimin finally manages to ask the question he wants. âWhy did I fucking run like that?â Asks from himself. You find yourself starting to chuckle now.
âI donât know all right? I kinda felt like Iâm running away from my PT teacher. He was damn good runner.â You try to keep fake your irritation but are failing miserably. Jiminâs laughter freshens at that. Is back to hollering. Almost slides down on the seat when you finally give up and join him. Throwing your head back. Laughing aloud till the tears gather at the corner of your eyes. You and Jimin both ignore the annoyed looks other passengers throw your way. You just laugh. Laugh like youâve never laughed. Like youâll never get to laugh again.
By the time you stop cackling, youâre once again heaving for breath. You follow Jiminâs actions and get rid of your thin cardigan. Itâs still the beginning of spring but all the running and laughing has got you both sweating like pigs. You slide open the small sliding panel on the window before scooting to the corner. Jimin graciously follows you. Finally calming down. You take a deep breath before speaking again.
âAre we gonna get off from the next stop?â
Jimin lazily turns his head toward you. âDo you want to?â Thereâs that glint in his eyes. Face still flushed. You gape at him for a moment.
âWhat do you mean? Donât you have work to do? Arenât you supposed to meet uh- Liyaâs father?â
Jimin clicks his tongue. Turns fully toward you. âAll the more reasons to run away baby. I hate that man.â Chuckles. âSo? Want to keep going?â
âWhere are we headed anyways?â You answer him with another question.
âWho cares?â Jimin just shrugs. Doesnât even try to find out. âLil?â Mumbles softly. And you find yourself grinning yet again.
âThis is really stupid but yeah whatever.â You shrug too. Let yourself relax and lean against the backrest comfortably. Jimin does the same. A contented smile on his lips. You allow a moment of peaceful silence before voicing out your thoughts. âTaehyung knows now. So, itâs two of your friends. Hoseok and Tae. Do you think he willââ
âNo, he wonât. Heâs doing far worst shits that I am Lil.â Jimin doesnât look at you as he answers.
âBut heâs not going to stay like Hoseok now, will he? He will confront you.â You add.
âAnd Iâll talk to him.â This time he looks at you. âDonât worry, heâs my best friend.â
âYeah? And we all are bunch of bad people. The worst.â You lower your gaze to your lap. Feeling ashamed.
âLil.â Jimin calls you softly as he takes your hand in his. You shift your gaze to him from your lap. âDonât.â He brings your hand to his lips. âDonât do that hm? Letâs just⌠do what weâre best at.â
âWhat? Pretending that this is normal?â You chuckle softly.
âYes.â Jimin smiles at you. âItâs not that we get lots of moments like this. So, just letâs enjoy. Enjoy us.â Keeps your hand pressed against his mouth. You take a moment. Heave a sigh. Then nod.
âLetâs enjoy us.â Repeat. Jiminâs smile widens at that. Nods happily. Relax again. Start to change the subject of your conversation ever so swiftly. And so does it flow smoothly. You talk about everything that comes to your mind. Jimin is particularly interested in Valentines Day. Is so curious like a cat. You find it adorable. You fill him with everything you can. Have no idea how long youâve travelled. But youâre starting to feel a little groggy. Having yawned till your sight become blurry already. Yet itâs Jimin who dozed off first. Head drooping low suddenly. Makes your drowsiness disappear entirely as you turn to look at him in alert. Just to find him struggling to keep his eyes open and head straight.
Adorable. Oh, so fucking adorable. You can feel that tingling effect again. Your heart swooning and swelling inside your chest. Swelling because itâs slowly getting filled with an emotion you quite canât decipher. You donât know how to explain this. All you know is that youâre not supposed to feel this way. You already knew youâre the secret. The other woman. Youâre supposed to be the one who Jimin comes to have his desires satiated. Which means this should be entirely about physical needs. This need to be about fucking each otherâs mind every minute you got. Jimin should not be asking you to enjoy him and you. Shouldnât hold your hand still. You should not be in this position feeling oh so fucked up to see him nodding off.
But you canât help yourself. Youâre already here anyway. So, you gently tug from his hand which heâs still tangled with yours. âJimin.â Calls him softly. Despite how gently and slow you do it, Jimin jerks awake. Hums in question. You feel bad. âUh.. you can, you know?â You mutter as you tap your shoulder with your free hand. Feel a bit shy. Jimin chuckles softly.
âYeah?â Purrs. Itâs your time to hum in answer. âKay.â He purrs again. Shifts slightly, scooting just enough to account for his height. And is placing his head snuggle against your shoulder. His blond hair tickles your cheek and ear. Oh, how relaxed you feel. How cozy and serene to have Jimin with you this way. You shouldnât but you do. You shouldnât but you sigh heavily before placing your cheek on top of his head. Wait patiently till your own eyes start to close slowly again. Not caring when youâre going to get off this bus. What will be your destination.
It certainly is good to be reckless and spontaneous sometimes. Even though youâre slowly creating more and more reasons to love this life. See now, you wonât say that youâve never had a good life in your world. You did. But even as a college student, this is the most reckless youâve ever been. You have a friend who cares dearly about you. And a family. But it surely is fun to bake kookâs bliss in the late nights. Itâs fun to be mad at Hoseok. Fun to be scandalized at Taehyungs nasty comments. Even Jinâs nagging can be a cause to laugh sometimes. You never thought youâd be this happy to work an extra hour at a restaurant after a long day. But you do. In the same way you like to listen J and Jungkook argue over their assignments. Above everything, itâs so good to be next to Park Jimin. Even just for sleeping on a bus.
You like so many things here. Youâre living a life. And so, you will live it to the fullest. Like now. You let out another breath in content before snuggling your cheek in Jiminâs hair. Letting the world turn into peaceful darkness.
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Neither of you woke up until the bus had reached its final destination and the driver poked Jiminâs head. Asking not so politely to leave. You had disembarked while bowing to the driver in apology like two zombies. Groggy and disoriented. And it took both of you couple minutes to comprehend what was happening. When you did, however, one long look around you gave you or rather Jimin the perfect idea where you were.
Namiseom Island.
Youâre in Namiseom Island. Some things stays the same as your world. Apart from the fact that instead of Chuncheon, the bus has taken you directly to Namiseom Island. The soft scent of the cherry blossoms is what filled your senses the moment you exited the bus stop. You knew it was beautiful. No difference here. The soft shades of delicate pink and white left you breathless. The fresh air filled your lungs. It was almost dreamy. Like youâve travelled to a yet another dimension. See even the reckless decisions sometimes can bring the most wondrous results.
Youâre more than happy that youâve ended up here. It feels otherworldly to walk under the gingko and cherry trees with a bewitching man next to you. Carpet of a soft pink crunching under your shoes and newly falling petals decorating your hair. Jimin looks even more enchanting like that. He is captivating. Entrancing. You simply forget to breathe when you see how the wind ruffles his hair. You find it hard to look away when he smiles gently. You find you really canât fight the urge to kiss him when he turns his head toward you until he ruins the moment.
âWhat? Why are you staring at me like that?â Jimin gasps. Eyes glinting in amusement. âWait, oh no⌠are you obsessed with me? Have I done it again?â Shakes his head in disbelief. Is cocky. Smug.
Yes, you are.
No need to let him know that, though. You scrunch up your face as you look away. âYouâll wish. But no, Iâd never be obsessed with a man who is not Henry Cavill.â
âHenry who? And what?â Jimin scoffs. âYour eyes talk princess. Youâre obsessed with me.â
âHow delusional you are.â You scoff too. âBut I would admit that I just wanted to kiss you. That doesnât mean Iâm obsessed, however. Just a kiss becauseââ Jimin interrupts you by yanking you to a stop by grabbing your arm. Turns you to him.
âDo it then.â Mumbles. You got him. Youâre certain that your eyes are glinting in mischief. You simply shrug and shake your head.
âThe moment passed.â Try to walk away when Jimin tightens his grip.
âNo... No, what? Câmon, you wanted to kiss me.â
âNot anymore. Now Iâm hungry. Is that an Ice cream cart?â You point to your right where you undoubtedly noted an Ice cream cart.
âWhat? I donât know. Just kiss me baby.â
You almost give up at his husky voice that suddenly turns down an octave low. Making goosebumps appear on your skin. Still, you manage to keep it cool, though. Find yourself walking toward the Ice cream cart. With a great struggle since you have to drag a whining Jimin with you. Smiling to yourself at how adorable heâs being. Itâs only when youâre in front of the said cart and youâre bowing to the old lady there that Jimin stops being a child. Suddenly mans up. Bows to the nice lady as well. She does the same while smiling at you from one ear to the other.
âWell, hello there, darlings! Isnât it a lovely sight to see young people taking the time to be out in nature. Ah, yeah, it is.â She looks at you fondly. You bow to her again. âNow, whatâs it youâre craving for today?â Gestures to the compartment where there is only five flavors available. You turn to Jimin in question.
âHm? What do you like?â He asks you softly, inspecting the available flavors thoroughly. And here youâre feeling that same flutter. This is oddly intimate in non-sexual way. Itâs sweet. So sweet. Like a normal couple. Like how a boyfriend would buy ice cream for his girl.
No. No, you shouldnât think that way.
âLil?â Jimin asks again. You snap out of your haze. Instantly start to drag your gaze through the flavors.
âUm⌠mint chocolate maybe. How about you?â You hum in thought. Thereâs not many options available anyway.
âMmm..â Jimin tilts his head to the sight. Takes a second. âCherry blossom. You sure you need mint choc?â Questions to which you nod in confirmation. âOkay then. One mint choc and one Cherry blossom please.â Jimin turns to the old lady again. Bows to her again. Mumbles a âthank youâ.
âRight away.â The vendor woman says chirpily. Her smile never ceasing as she starts to grab two small cups. You and Jimin wait patiently as she scoops your ice cream into the cup first. She offers it to you with a small wooden spoon before going for Jiminâs order. Jimin takes them from her. Only to hand you them while he fishes for his wallet.
âHow much do we owe you halmeoni?â He asks sweetly. Already starting to fish inside his wallet. You feel skeptical about the fact that he is having small bills in there. Itâs not like you can pay with his damn golden card. But then, making you both surprised, the old lady waves her hand in the air.
âAh, donât you fret now. This oneâs on meâa little treat for a young pair off on their grand escape.â She smiles in a way that it is sweet but also hides a hint of playfulness. Your eyes go wide instantly.
âOh, no we- uh...â Jiminâs the one who speaks first. He doesnât finish his sentence, but you know what heâs about to say. You feel your heart clench. Even though you know thereâs no reason for that. And so do you hate that. Hate how it stings.
âNot a couple.â So, you finish Jiminâs words. Itâs not that you feel mad at him. Heâs telling the truth. Yet, you feel a bit disappointed. You avoid looking at Jimin and keep your eyes on the old lady. Her face falls.
âAh.â Clicks her tongue. âWhat a shame?â Shakes her head. âYes, it is.â You feel uncomfortable all of a sudden. Know Jimin feels the same when he clears his throat.
âIf you can tell me the total HalmeoniâŚâ Jimin tries but his words trail off when she waves her hand again.
âItâs still on me darlings.â Shows you that kind smile once again. âWhy, arenât you two a couple, however? You look grand together. Lovely, you are.â Questions in genuine interest. Oh, youâre uncomfortable. What can you say to her. Because this man has a girlfriend.
âI- we... itâs kind of complicated.â Youâre the who manage to answer this time. Lady just nods. Almost like in understanding. Then as you think itâs over and you can vanish from here, she opens her mouth again.
âComplicated matters can always be simplified, my dears.â She gives a knowing smile. âIf youâll humor an old lady, let me tell youâlifeâs far too short to waste just because youâre tangled up in complicated feelings. Donât squander this precious time. Blink, and itâs gone.â She straightens up with a great effort. Her movements deliberate. âItâll all slip away before you realize youâve been missing it.â Clicks her tongue. âSo donât waste your time. Treasure every single moment youâve got with each other.â Heaves a sigh. Wistful. Then follows a sweet smile. âOff you go now. Donât let this turn into regret.â Waves her hand in motion for you to go away.
You would call it rude in a different context but now you quite feel dumbstruck. Her words somehow manage to cut you through to your heart. You feel them in a strange way. You guess itâs same for Jimin as he is stupidly nodding to the old lady. Itâs like she has cast a spell on you. Both of you manage to slightly bow to her for one last time before slowly turning around your heels. Walking toward a bench under a cherry blossom tree. Sitting down and starting to taste your ice cream. Â A deafening silence fills the air between you two until you break it. Not being able to bear it anymore. Feel somber all of a sudden.
âWhy would she think we are on the run anyway?â Pout.
A soft chuckle escapes Jimin.
âBecause we look like we ran a marathon.â He gestures between you two. And sure, you do look like that. Still with flushed faces. Your cardigan tied around your waist. Jiminâs coat in his hand. Tie loosened and top buttons on his shirt undone. You do look like youâve ran a marathon. You take a minute to drink in your appearances. Then you snort loudly. Breaking into a laugh to which Jimin joins shortly. You nod in agreement to his words. Savoring another spoon of your ice cream. Jimin does the same. Rolls the creamy stuff in his tongue before turning to you again. âWant to treasure every moment with me?â Raises his brow. You just blink at his face. Here comes those tingles again. Here you start to feel like exploding with your emotions. You avert your eyes away. Forcing yourself to act normal. Make a joke out of it.
âSuch a cheeky thing to say.â Manage through a mouthful of ice cream. Jimin laughs.
âCâmon milady, letâs not turn this into regret huh?â His hands find purchase in your sides. A squeal leaves you when he starts to tickle you.
âPark.â
âSay yes.â He puts down his ice cream on the bench so he can use his both arms to attack you. Making you curl up. Trying to find your words in between the loud laughter that escapes you. Kicking your legs in the air. Trying to escape him vain till tears blur your sight.
âO-okay, okay fuck yes.â You pant.
âThank you, milady. The pleasure and privilege of your company is entirely mine.â Jiminâs hands leave you immediately. You roll your eyes back to your head when he plants a soft kiss to your temple. âLetâs go.â
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Not wasting your time and treasuring your moments together apparently meant cycling around the island. In your heels. And Jiminâs expensive suit pants. Youâre pretty sure he ruined them. And then visiting local galleries. Listening to Jiminâs wildly inaccurate but creative interpretations of the artworks. It was an endless laugh, however. Then your mission- treasuring moments- trailed into another stroll through the scenic lanes.
And by the time your conversation has turned into Jimin flat out criticizing Romeo for being an idiot, you find it's impossible to stay on your feet anymore. Your legs are killing you. Heels arenât meant to be worn for day trips. You cut off Jimin mid-sentence by immediately darting toward a bench when you spot one. Feeling relief washes over you just at the sight of it.
âWhy the fuck would he killâ, wait whereââ He doesnât get to finish his question since youâre already sitting on the bench and looking at him with a relieved expression. A small scowl that appeared on his face out of worry replaced with a soft smile briskly. He starts to walk toward the bench as you cross one leg over the other to massage it.
âFucking hell, my ankles are in fire.â You whine in complain. Raise your head a bit to find him standing before you. You pout at him. Waiting till he sits down next to you. But he doesnât. Instead of sitting down on the bench, he crouches down before your feet. One knee on the floor. You softly gasp. Surprised. His name leaving your mouth.
âIs it bad?â Jimin ignores your surprise. Simply takes your leg in his hand. Gently remove your heel. Does the same to the other. Goes back to rub your ankle just like he did this morning. And just like how it was for you, you feel that mixture of emotions. Feel warm inside. Feel cherished. As if youâre the most important person in this world. To make it worse, a single touch of Jimin would always make your breath hitch. You close your eyes for a second. Savoring the sensation. Open them again.
âMhm, it is bad. But you donât have to do that Park.â You try to take your foot back. Of course, Jimin doesnât let you.
âWhy not? I like this.â Jimin looks at you through his fluttering lashes. Smirks. And that tiny smirk reminds you of the conversation that got interrupted this morning. And so does cause for a shiver to run down your spine.
âJesus, you little freak.â You bite down on your bottom lip to contain the grin thatâs spreading across your face. To hide the tremble in your voice.
âWhat?â Jimin feign innocence. Squeezes your ankle one last time before he puts your leg carefully down. Then takes the other one in his hand. âYou promised me a foot job baby.â Teases. This time you fail to hide the tremble. The playful nature entirely disappearing. Your eyes lock into his. Heâs not playing. Oh, he is not. Thereâs no sign of amused glint in those brown orbs. A glint of a dark haze is there if anything.
âFuck are you serious about that?â You ask in your shaky voice.
âMaybe.â Jimin holds your foot tight. âIs it bad if Iâm serious?â Questions.
âNo, course not. Iâm just asking.â
âSo, is that a, yes? You gonna let me cum hard on your pretty feet?â Rasps while his hand starts to rub your heels instead of ankles. Your hands instinctively finds purchase in his shirt sleeve. Bunching up the fabric in your fists and holding tight. You feel that shivers turn into waves of arousals. Your cunt quavering and hole clenching. Gets your knees buckle just with his words. And how do you want to give in right there. Canât though. Youâre in public. True, youâve done things in the open, but you donât dare to try it again. Only you, however. Youâre the only who donât dare. Jimin does. Â Slowly raises your foot a bit. Never gives you so much as a clue before he is pressing that foot into his crotch. Letting you feel that heâs already getting hard. His pants starting to tighten. You mewl softly.
âJiminâŚ.â
âSee, already hard baby. Just thinking about it. Fuck, want you to do that to me so bad.â Uses your foot to create the friction he needs for that little relief.
âHoly fuck Jimin. God.â
âFuck Lil.â He presses your foot harder against him. Partially youâre tempted to say yes to do whatever he wants right out in the open. Yet even before you can finish thinking that thought Jimin gets to his feet abruptly. Only a surprised gasp leaves you before his hand is on your throat. Pressing as his lips attacked yours in a hungry kiss. Itâs like damn switch flipped off. One moment he was kneeling in front of you. With begging eyes but now heâs choking you while kissing you like an unleashed animal. Out in the public. Oh, the duality of this man. Not that youâre complaining. No. Even the logical thoughts are starting leave you. You kiss him back severely. Allow his tongue to push past your lips roughly. Explore every nook and corner inside your mouth. You do the same. Itâs a mess of saliva wetting your lips when he pulls back slightly just to sit back next you. And youâre at it again. Without a care in the world.
âFuck princessâŚâ Jimin whispers against your lips. In the moment where you pull away from him because you canât go anymore without any oxygen. âDo you have any fucking idea what youâre doing to me?â Pecks your lips. âFuck, do you have any idea how fast you get me hard.â Another peck. âIâm always fucking horny around you.â Pecks. âHell baby, I canât get enough.â Kisses you hard.
You want to say that itâs same for you as well. Want to tell him that youâre always dripping around him. But he doesnât let you. Occupy your mouth and swallow all your muffled noises. You want to show him though. So, you use your hands. Itâs feral when you reach for his already hardened cock. Straight away start to rub and squeeze over his pants. Itâs ethereal how Jimin moans into your kiss. His breath coming short and ragged when he withdraws. His plump lips parting and eyes closing shut. Drowning in the feeling of your hand on his cock. Only for a minute, however. Is back at kissing you in a second but this time his own hand cupping your heat. His palm pressing flat against your throbbing cunt. You spread your legs for him. The place youâre in slipped your mind a long ago.
You have no idea how long youâve been at it. Giving each other teasing touches. But in the end, youâre both desperate like two animals in heat. Yet like always youâre the one to beg first.
âJi-Jimin... oh shit, shit I⌠letâs get out of here?â You stammer as Jimin keeps rubbing your cunt over your clothes. Youâre pretty sure youâll start to leak through your work pants.
âYe-yeah? You want that?â Itâs annoying how Jimin still finds it in him to tease you when he looks like heâs about cum in his pants. Is hiding his face on your neck. Even with the unbearable pleasure between your thighs, you manage to keep pleasuring him as well. He is rock hard under those fabrics. And you want to end the torture.
âFuck baby yes. Please. Letâs go⌠fuck me properly.â You plead groggily. âPlay with me hm? Fuck I want you to play Jimin please.â You shut your eyes. Feeling like youâre about to cum at the thought of it. Keeping him warm inside you. Begging for him to give it you. Itâs torture yes, but what a sweet torture it is. You want it so bad, yet you know that Jimin isnât going to relent that fast. Not that easy. It would take much more begging. Hence, your surprise when his hand disappear from your heat instantly. Youâre looking at him with confused eyes when he stands up. He bends down to cup your cheeks. Squeezes. His eyes are dark as midnight and burn with primal intensity. Looks crazy. Thereâs a tiny smirk playing at the corner or his mouth, nonetheless.
âFuck youâve learnt how to play Lil. Youâre fucking cunning.â Gives your face a shake. âYou want me to play? Are you sure?â You nod eagerly. Too eagerly perhaps. His smirk widens. âYeah? Is that it?â Comes even closer to you. âYou gonna regret that baby. Gonna play until you cry. Câmon move.â Takes his hand away.
You gulp harshly.
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Youâre a crying mess. Your cheeks are soaked in tears, your body glistening with sweat, and your thighs slick with arousal. Just a mess. But a hot and needy mess. Desperate. Crying entirely due to the pleasure and for your release. You have expected this completely. When Jimin warned youâd regret asking him to play, apparently, he had meant it from his bones. Youâre regretting it greatly. And oh, so loving it at the same time. The moment you found yourself inside this hotel room, he had made it his lifeâs mission to make you suffer. It started from stop kissing you just after he got you stark naked in front of him. And a simple command.
âOn your knees, ass up baby.â
You complied. Like a good needy, horny slut would. Confused and without a clue whatâs his intentions were. Thatâs when he had made you shuffle in your position until he got you facing the direction he wants. Funny how in your lust-addled haze, you hadnât noticed the floor to ceiling mirror, perfectly placed in a spot where you can watch yourself get fucked from behind. You have your own suspicions that this is the real purpose of that mirror after all. No have you noticed the sparks in Jiminâs eyes when he had noticed it undoubtedly before you.
See now, this is a clear sign that universe is conspiring against you, with Jimin. How the mirror looks like a perfectly planned step of Jiminâs âmaking you regret itâ scheme. It had given Jiminâs creative mind a good opportunity to put those ideas into display. You are being the test subject. A grateful one. Grateful but losing your control. You canât do it anymore. A girl can only handle certain amounts of edging after all. The thing is you donât know how many times he had edged you until now.
Ever since his command, youâve been in this position. Your hands are already giving up. So are your legs. Shaky. Jimin is pounding on to you from behind. He looks godly. Flushed and clenching his jaw so tight, it looks like he might break it. His rock-hard dick throbbing and twitching inside you. Yet, he keeps thrusting into you with same vigor. Dick head hitting your sweet spot repeatedly and bringing you close to your great relief. Only for him to rob it away.
âJi-min⌠please... no more... I-I canât...â You plead in for what time you donât know. Sobbing. You watch how his eyes are glued to where you and he connect, through the mirror. Transfixed. Panting as his hips relentlessly snaps against your ass. He averts his gaze from your cunt to the mirror at your begging. Looking at your face instead. His gone-mad eyes locking with yours.
âYou canât?â Taunts. You whine pathetically. âWhat canât you do?â Asks again. Picks up his speed that causes you to only moan in answer. And that earns a harsh spank on your ass cheek. Nearly making you plunge forward. He has landed few spanks here and there, but this is the hardest one. You mewl in pain but clench around him madly in new desire at the same time. Jimin holds you tight in your place by your hips. âDonât fucking run slut. I asked you a damn question. What do you canât?â Repeats.
âW-want t-to cum Jimin⌠fuck, I canât anymore. I need to c-cum. Please baby, let me...â You find your strained voice. Jimin only groans in response to that. Concentrating on fucking you properly. âJiminâŚâ So, you try again.
âThen do as I say Lil.â Commands. Bends down forward. Slow down his thrusts. Leaning toward your ear so that his chest is pressed against your back. Watches you in the mirror. You shiver when he growls in your ear. âBe a good slut. You can cum if you keep your eyes open. Watch baby, want you to watch how beautiful you are when you getting fucked like a slut. Want you to see how beautiful you look when you fucking cum on my cock. Youâre such beautiful whore for me.â With that he straightens up again. Picks up his pace again. So perfect. So good. Youâre slobbering. Strangled noises leaving your throat as you bunch up the bedsheet on your fists. He has opted on an animalistic pace again. You moan loudly at the sensation. Arching your back even more and closing your eyes shut. And like that it all stops. In a millisecond. All gone. Jimin stills inside you. His movements entirely halted. The heavenly pleasure between your thighs dissipate into thin air. Your eyes shoot open.
âNo⌠no Jimin please⌠fuck noâŚâ You cry out in despair. Fresh tears are starting to roll down your cheeks. This is how it has been all these times. This is his game. The way he plays. His instructions are easy. Keep your eyes open. Keep watching. Keep watching while you fall over the edge. As if it is easy like that. You donât know why or how, but you always end up shutting your eyes up. Itâs unconscious. The immense pleasure cause you to close your eyes. And Jimin very cruelly has denied your release every time you did so.
âKeep.â Jimin gives you a harsh thrust. His fingers digging into your hips. Holding you steady. âYour.â Another thrust. âEyes.â He delivers another spank with his thrust. âOpen slut. Keep them open.â And he starts to fuck into you again. Harsh and hard that your hands fail you. You fall flat on your face. Raising your head feebly to stare at your pathetic figure getting pound by a breathtaking man. You canât anymore. You canât take this. You need to control your body. Need to have your senses back so you can comply to Jiminâs commands. So, you can reach your peak. You try your best. Do your best. Only to fail again. Right at the moment it becomes unbearable, and that knot almost explode, you close your eyes again. The pleasure disappears again. You choke on your own sobs. How many times? God how long he has done this? Youâve lost count already.
âFucking hell, JiminâŚ. God⌠no⌠baby please let meâŚâ You cry harder. New slicky juices seep out of your cunt each time you violently clench around him. Drenching your thighs and Jiminâs pelvic even more. Jimin moans loudly at the sensation as well. Or maybe itâs your cry. Whatever the reason, Jimin is the most controlled and rude prick ever. How does he even do this? You can see him shaking too. Can feel his cock throb too. Still, heâs been mean to you. And you know that he knows how you like it. In addition to your clenches, youâre weakly moving your hips back. Subtly fucking yourself on his cock. He stops that with a spank. Watches you through the mirror when you nod. Letting him know he can continue. So, he does. This time he snakes his hand around your throat. And straightens you up. Into his chest.
âWhy canât you listen baby?â Coos. Starts his thrusting again. Slow first. âYouâre that horny? Your brain canât process things? Is it empty? Did I fuck your thoughts away? Are you thinking with your cunt now? Hm my pretty slut?â Turns your head toward the mirror with a harsh grip on your jaw. âWatch Lil. Look how good you take me. Look how fucking gorgeous you are. Keep watching, okay. I promise you, you wonât cum today if you donât.â Falls back to that harsh pace. You force yourself to comply this time. You will yourself to keep your eyes open. Humiliation turning your face into a deep scarlet. Jimin watches you intently too. âYeah, like that. And take this cock like the slut you are princess. Shit, like that.â Grunts. You nod. Feeling how each drag of his cock against your walls make your legs buckle. Seeing how he is disappearing inside your needy hole through the mirror. What a sight you are together with Park Jimin. Keeping his face pressed against yours. One hand still having a tight grip on your jaw and making you watch yourself. Then the other falling between your thighs.
Jimin doesnât play fair. You know that. Itâs very unfair that he starts playing with your sensitive nub. His purpose is to make you disobey again. That evil smirk is the proof of it. Yet you manage to keep your eyes open this time. Gets Jimin chuckling in between his harsh thrusts and flicks in your clit.
âSee, not bad whore. You can listen after all. Such a good dirty slut. Go on, baby you can. Keep your eyes open.â Fucks you harder. âLike that. Yeah. Mphm, squeeze me tight.â His hand picks up the speed. And it happens so fast. You donât even feel the tell-tales before that knot snaps. No do you know whether you managed to keep your eyes open or not. Youâre not sure if you have seen you falling apart or not. Itâs a mushy haze. The pleasure coursing through your body. All you know is the way you shake and fall back on to Jiminâs body entirely.
When you come back to your clear senses again, Jimin is pulling out of you. Making you lay down on your back. Hovers over you with his eyes filled with unexplainable emotions. You would just call it worry.
âYou, okay?â He purrs.
âPlease more.â You spread your legs wide.
âFucking hell Lil.â He curses aloud.
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Jimin is losing his mind. Itâs short circuiting. He feels like he canât breathe. Has he ever seen a sight more beautiful than this in his life? Anything more breathtaking than you beneath him. Squirming and writhing. He had made you cum twice more in this position after you came hard while watching yourself from the mirror. Yet still, no matter how spent and weak you appear, you meet his thrust halfway. Buck your hips upward. Youâre amazing, arenât you? Amazing in how willing and pliant you are for him. How youâre allowing him to push your boundaries. Like this. Why would you do that? Why would you trust him this much?
See now, heâs partially worried that heâs hurting you. Forcing you take it when you canât handle it anymore. But youâre mumbling incoherent âmoresâ and âpleasesâ over and over again. How far you are willing to go with him. And he doesnât mean just in sex vise. You trust him every way. When he thinks about it, you have been ever since the day he broke a manâs nose for you during that storm. And that makes his heart swell. Swoon. Fills him with emotions that leaves him confused and helpless. He doesnât know how to get them off. Feels like he might explode if he doesnât. So, he fucks you harder and harder. Peering into your teary eyes. They glint. How beautiful.
âJiminie⌠baby⌠oh, you feel so good.â Your voice is like his favorite music. âJimin.â Especially when you use that voice to moan his name. You look ethereal beneath him. Fuck he needs more. He needs more from you. But how? Youâre giving everything to him. Sprawled out here for him. Keeping his cock inside your tight hot cunt like this. Clenching. Jimin feels like heâs in heaven. Yet he wants more. He thrust harder into your warmth. Basking in the sensation of your velvet walls around his throbbing dick. Hides his face in your neck to smell you in. Adds some more purple marks to your skin, his canvas. Your chest and neck is marked deeply with his love bites. Youâre so willing to let him do that. If anything, he knows that makes you even more turned on. See, Jimin find itâs impossible to restrain himself when youâre like this. Youâre giving him everything. Heâs going to explode. He needs to have more.
âYeah princess? How good? Tell me how good I feel inside your cute hole.â Jimin mumbles against your lips. Keeping his dick dragging along your walls. Pining your hands above your head so you wonât try touching your clit. Itâs his work. To make you cum. So, he makes sure to grind his pelvic to your throbbing clit with each of his thrust. You fail to perform words once again. Just moan. Moan loud. Fuck, he canât. Itâs a damn battle not to go even harder. He canât. Youâre already spent. Itâll break you. Itâll hurt you. He doesnât want that. What gets him going is to see your pleasure. Weird. Oddly strange. Never in his life has he felt this fucked up to see someone else getting pleasured like this. But when it comes to you, itâs the source of his pleasure. To see you get lost. In the pleasure he creates and in him. To think heâs the reason behind your fucked up expression. Your eyes rolling back and the reason youâve turned into a brainless mush. Fuck, heâs going to die.
âYouâre doing so damn fine baby. Jesus LilâŚ. Taking me so well⌠Keep going hm? Iâm so close...â And so, he is. So close. Itâs that heâs simply greedy to let go. Doesnât want this to end. Doesnât want to lose the warmth of your cunt. Warmth of your body against him. Want to prolong this long as he can. Now though, itâs becoming impossible. Jimin knows he canât hold back much longer. Your hole clenching around him, desperate to milk him. Your sweet moans. The way your back keep arching and pressing your perfect tits against his chest. All are bringing him to his edge. But still, he needs something more. The purple and reddish marks on your chest and neck isnât enough. He wants more. More to make you his. Itâs a pure primal desire that burns inside him. He feels lightheaded. Heâs so close and he canât pull out. Doesn't want to. Wants to fill you up. Needs to shoot his cum deep inside your cunt. Even the thought makes him moan your name. Makes his cock twitch.
He isnât going to last long, and he needs to cum inside you. He works in an automated mode when he takes one of his hands to grab your face. Just to bring your attention to him. You look up at him in your tear-filled dark gaze. Jimin doesnât think you can hear him properly. Still, he needs to ask. âLil.â He calls to you softly. You just hum. âBaby.â He tries again.
âJiminie.â You respond weakly.
âHell, princess⌠donât look so fuckingâŚ... fuckâŚâ He tries to compose himself. He has to ask. âLil so close⌠BabyâŚâ Moans. You nod in acknowledgement. As if you know what he want. But you donât. You have no idea. Well, to hell with it. âNeed to cum inside you.â Blurts out. And like that youâre suddenly wide eyed. Itâs like he has slapped you into your senses. Are looking at him with your perfect glittery eyes. Stunned. See, if heâs not inside you already, he would certainly think that he has crossed a line. That you donât like the idea at all. Good thing since heâs inside you. Because he can feel how tight you get around him. Clenching like a bitch in heat.
Fuck, you need that too.
Jimin nearly comes at the realization. But he needs to hear you. âLil, fuck⌠can I?â Feels desperate. âPlease fuck⌠need to fill you up. Full. Can I fuck you full of my cum baby. Please.â Knows thereâs no reason to beg but canât help it either. âLet me hear you say yes. Will keep you full all the time.â And thatâs all it take.
âYes, please yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jimin⌠yes please inside. Please... inside me. Cum baby please.â You scream through your lungs as your back leaves the mattress. Another powerful orgasm washing through you. Jimin doesnât know whether itâs your beg or the way you squeezes him but in a second heâs following you into that ecstasy. He feels like a feral animal when he press his hips harder against you. Making sure you receive every drop of his cum inside you. How primal. How youâre awakening a monster inside him. And then how good and satisfactory it feels. He thrusts sloppily into you few more times before giving up completely. Heâs exhausted too. Falling down into your spent body while minding not to crush you. Hiding his face in your neck. Waiting until his racing heart calms down.
âYouâre so good to me princess. You did so good. Fuck that was amazing.â Praises you just for the sake of it. You just hum. He waits, waits and waits. Till he canât wait anymore. It doesnât matter how greedy he feels he need to slip out of you. And even though he feels like falling asleep right away, he needs to clean you up. His princess deserves all the pampering in the world after all. After sex or not. You deserve it.
He has no idea when he finally manage to get up from the bed. Quickly letting an alerted and whining you know that heâs just going to grab a towel. By the time heâs back, you look like youâve already fallen into that deep slumber. Your breathing even. Makes him wonder why you havenât disappeared yet. Itâs good though. Heâs glad. Jimin watches you for a minute.
Oh, here comes that squeeze in his heart. Bittersweet. You look peaceful. Angelic. He doesnât want to wake you up at all. It would be a crime to make you wake up and get dressed. You can spend your night here. Jimin wants to spend this night with you. A luxury he canât afford to have every day. This moment is precious and heâs going to treasure it. Not because some old woman told him to do so. But because it really is invaluable.
So, he tries his best not to wake you as he parts your leg. Fails. You open your eyes wearily.
âItâs okay baby.â He soothes you. Hoping you would go back to sleep. You close your eyes, though he doesnât know whether you have fallen asleep. Turns out you havenât when he discarded the towel and hover over you after he finishes cleaning you up. Your eyes open once again when he peer at your face.
âHey.â You mumble groggily.
âHey.â He answers you. Canât hide the adoration in his voice. You giggle prettily. Oh, heâs so fucked up. He kisses you deep just because he canât resist. Maybe he doesnât have the privilege of waking up and going to sleep with you. But he always can kiss you deep. Like this. You sigh in content after he pulls away. Give him those eyes. Beautiful. Enchanting. That starry night. Jimin is so down for them.
âAre we staying here?â You ask sleepily.
âIf you want to, we can, yes.â
And youâre nodding eagerly. Jimin is once again about to explode from these overwhelming emotions. He doesnât know what to do with them. Pulling you into his chest and keep you tight against him appears to be a good idea. So, he does just that. Still naked. Your warmth keeping him warm before he pull the blankets over your bodies. Cuddles you tighter.
âThen sleep baby.â Kisses your forehead. He shouldnât. It feels oddly intimate in non-sexual way. He does it anyway. Does it again. And again, till you fall asleep for real.
He really wants to see how it happens. How you shift. But heâs too tired. Maybe heâll try to see it the next time. Or the next. For now, heâll just hold you close and sleep tight.
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âHow are we supposed to use this?â Key asks, inspecting a package of menstrual cups.
âReally?â You reply, bewildered.
âYah! Iâm serious. Teach me.â
âItâs not rocket science Key. Stick it up your hole.â
âEw, donât say it like that.â
âThen how do you want me to say it.â You roll your eyes as you toss few packets of pads and tampons into your cart. Trying to recall all the other stuffs you need to buy. Perking up suddenly when you remember the ketchup. âWait, ketchup! Wait here.â You already start to leave your complaining best friend behind. Going back to the section of âsauces and seasoningsâ which you already passed. You blame yourself for not preparing a list before coming grocery shopping as you stand before the aisle. Eyes scanning the varied of brands and products before they stop on your favorite one. You pick two large size bottles with hope of not coming here anytime soon for ketchup again. You nearly turn around to leave and join back with Key when a sudden voice startles you. It comes from behind.
âWhat a greedy little thing.â It says. Before you can turn around and find out whoâs the owner of that voice, however, one of the ketchup bottles is snatched up from your hands.
âYah!â You snap immediately. Turning around to find whoâs the lunatic that think they can act like this way with strangers. And a mop of silver hair is what you notice first. Then a sharp jawline. Lastly fair skin and two black eyes hidden beneath that silver locks. The lunatic is a man. Or a boy you would say since he looks like heâs fifteen. Taller than you are though. He clicks his tongue.
âWhy would you be so greedy and take two of them when you only need one. Over consumption is going to kill us one day.â Says as he puts the bottle of ketchup back in its place. Your brows merge instantly.
âYAH!â You exclaim loudly this time. âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â Grimace as you proceed to take your ketchup bottle back. Just before your fingers even brush on the bottle he stops you cold. By suddenly grabbing your wrist. Your eyes go wide in surprise. For minute. Then you avert them to the stranger next to you. Shoot him a murderous glare. Clench your jaw tightly as you try to free your hand from his tight grip. What the fuck does he think heâs doing? Does he think itâs cool. That he looks like a fucking heart throb.
âWhy would you need two when one is perfectly enough. Why being such a greedy thing.â He clicks his tongue yet again. Hell, he looks like heâs fifteen, but he sure do speak like heâs ninety. You feel your patience running thin.
âHowâs that any of your fucking business kid. Let my hand go before I damn fucking scream.â You grit your teeth. For your relief he does let go of your hand. You immediately grab your ketchup bottle. Almost turn around to leave this mad kid when he speaks again.
âWell, you being greedy over a bottle of ketchup? Not my business. But you being greedy over someone elseâs life and messing up with the order of things? Thatâs my business through and through.â His tone stern and serious. Â And you freeze. Freeze halfway turning around your heel. Turn back slowly to him. This time eyes wide in realization.
âWh-what?â You let out without even your knowledge. He smirks.
âOh, you pick up things rather fast. I wonder why, such a smart girl would risk her life this way.â Clicks his tongue again. âBut then youâre a human. Humans are greedy. And your greed, little thing, is about to consume you whole.â Looks you dead in the eye. Your mouth is suddenly dry. This time youâre not surprised to see a man walking up to you and starts talking about your travels between two universes. No, you have expected this wholly. Even though you didnât expect a silver haired young man.
âI- IâŚâ
âSave it greedy little thing, Iâm not here to hear you come up with excuses. Because there are none. You chose to be ruined. All because you were craving for a life you canât have, you donât have.â He takes a step forward. Youâre not surprised to see him, yes. Still, you find it hard to comprehend the situation though. This is the answers youâve been waiting for. Youâre supposed to ask for a way to stop this. Fuck, it makes your heart clench. Youâre not least bit happy to see this person. Answers mean the way to stop this. Stopping this mean ending your journey. Oh, but you have only started it. And that means youâll never get to see Jimin again. Never get to see Jungkook again. Or anyone else. Suddenly, you feel like running away. Away from this strange man whoâs about to ruin it all.
He gives you a knowing smile. âSee, I am right. But hereâs the thing little greedy human, that life you crave, isnât yours to live. And the more you try to make it yours, the more you messed up with your own life. So, listen to me closely.â He leans forward. You stay rooted. Not even being able to recoil back when he starts to whisper against your ear. âEnd of the summer next year. Thatâs the only ever chance youâll get. After that youâre stuck in this loop forever. Until it destruct you into ashes and youâre wiped from both worlds. So, think wise this time. Donât ruin it. Stop being greedy for someone elseâs life. And remember no more than seventy-two hours in one world. Break it, and youâre done.â With that he pulls away. Starts to walk away. You expect him to disappear, but he doesnât. Is departing like a normal human being. You look at his retrieving back. Still, rooted into the spot. Feeling your heart shatter. His words ringing in your mind.
âHey! What took you so- Whatâs happening?â You hear Keyâs voice coming next to you. Yet it feels like coming from far away. Thereâs a question you need to ask. You need to ask it from him. You break into an abrupt run, startling Key.
âHey, wait. Please wait.â He does. âAre you sure there isnât any way?â Your voice shaky. He shakes his head in disbelief.
âWhat did I tell you about being greedy now, little thing. No. There arenât. Itâs you stay and die or do the right thing and live.â
âBut then why put me there in the first place? Why did I start to go there?â
âBecause someone was greedy back then too.â
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You dash up the staircase toward Jungkookâs apartment hurriedly. Mindlessly. Thereâs only one thing ringing in your mind. You need to meet Jimin immediately and tell him what happened. You had a very restless sleep last night, filled with nightmares. Youâre scared. Youâre terrified. And one must think the reason is turning into dust. But no, what terrifies you most is the thought of it all ending. Youâre scared because you donât know a way to stop it. At least not without self-destruction. Youâre terrified because you donât know how youâll manage to fall into a normal life. Without any of these people in your life. Especially Park Jimin.
You know youâre shameless. Even after that fifteen-year-old grandpa explicitly warned you about the consequences of being greedy, here you are still being that. Greedy. You canât lose this. You canât lose Jimin. How it would be to wake up every day knowing youâll never see him again. Not even by accident. Heâll be worlds apart. How itâll be never to see Jungkook. Never to bake Kookâs bliss again. To not have an annoying boss like Hoseok. Youâll never be able to laugh hard at seeing full grown adults act like toddlers.
No. No. No. You canât let this happen.
You need to tell Jimin whatâs happening. He might come up with a way.
In your haste and in your oblivious state, you almost miss the familiar figure that always wait for you every other morning. Only almost though. Itâs hard to miss a tattooed muscle bunny. Especially, when he practically jump at you. Not even letting you take the last step as he is grabbing from your shoulders tightly. A surprised yelp escapes your mouth.
âKookie!â
âAre you okay?â You both shout at the same time. Your brows furrowing at his words. For a moment it doesnât make any sense to you that heâs suddenly asking such a question. And thereâs an urgency to his voice too. As if something bad happened. To make it worse he looks so worried. His doe eyes flickering between yours frantically. His grip on you tightening. âNoona, tell me youâre, okay?â He presses. You take a good look at his panicked expression before slowly nodding.
âOf course, why are youââ
âYou didnât come home. You never do that, and I tried calling you and texted you and I was so fucking worried. And... andâŚâ His words falter, trailing into stammers. Closes his eyes tightly and opens them back to peer at you. Stressed. You can visibly see how concerned and distraught he is. And it hits you. Slowly. Of course, you didnât come home the other day. So did you forget to check your phone too. Itâs not even in your possession. You hope Jimin will remember to grab it with him. You open your mouth to tell Jungkook that. To apologize. You genuinely feel bad. Guilty for making him worried. But then you close it again. Not exactly knowing what to say. Not that you can say you were with Jimin. Whatâs the possible explanation. âWhere were you?â Jungkook manages to ask again at the lack of your response. You remain silent, though. Raking your brain for a good excuse.
âIâŚum... uhâŚâ
âDonât lie please.â Jungkook interrupts your pointless excuse. You gape at him Confused. âYou were with Jimin, werenât you?â It sounds more like a statement than a question. Heâs letting you know that he knows. Your hearts sinks to the pit of your stomach. You inhale shaky breath. Wonder how he knows though. He gives you the answer without even you asking. âHoseok. I called Hoseok when you didnât answer my calls andâŚ.â
âOh.â Â You feel your body heat up with shame. Even though this is the second time. You feel even more ashamed to face him than the first. You just proved youâre a lying bitch.
âWhy?â
You feel dumbstruck at his question. Whatâs the meaning of that question anyway. Thatâs not what heâs supposed to do. He may have understood your situation the first time. But now, you expect him to see you as the bitch who you are. Disgust him. Not to ask questions such as this.
âWhat? What doââ
âWhy are you doing it Noona? Like are you really in love?â You watch as Jungkookâs entire expression morphed into something hurt. Like youâve caused him a great heart break.
No. Of course, not. Right?
You feel irritated suddenly. You have no time to have this conversation now.
âNo⌠no, Kookie. Iâm not.â Yet you try your best to stay calm. Jungkook has every right to question you. Youâre the bad person here.
âThen why? Itâs just sex? He makes you cum that hard, that you donât mind that heâs in a relationship for five years. So, you donât mind that heâs cheating on his girlfriend? How good is the sex?â Jungkook shakes you by your shoulders. Suddenly, he looks mad. You donât think youâve ever seen him mad. That irritation flares inside you. You fail to stay calm. Â
âWhy would you care Jungkook?â You snap. Frustration and the urgency to get out of here getting the best of you. Partially because you need to see Jimin and partially because you feel like you canât see Jungkook in the eye.
âBecause I do. You know I fucking do. You gonna fucking hurt yourself in the end. Jimin is a god damn selfish prick to keep dragging you into this mess. He is fucking playing with your lifeââ
âJungkook.â You sigh heavily. Annoyed.
âNo, Noona. Thatâs the truth. I donât fucking want you to hurt. And whatâs your plan? What are you gonna do? Keep going? Until how long, how long are you gonna do this?â
âWell, not for so long apparently.â You resign. Give up completely. Can feel your eyes burn with freshly gathering up tears. âI only have a fucking year.â Youâre ashamed yes. Guilty, yes. But the hurt comes to the surface yet again surpassing all the other emotions. Jungkookâs grip on your shoulders softens. So does his expression. Anger morphs into confusion and worry.
âWhat do you mean âa yearâ? Did you?â
âYesâ
And like that your conversation takes a drastic change. From Jungkook confronting you of your poor life decisions to you telling him what happened yesterday at a darn supermarket. By the time you end your story, you and Jungkook are sitting on the top step. Staring into nothing.
âFuck.â Thatâs the only thing Jungkook mumbles in the end.
âYeah, right? I donât know what I should do Kookie.â You prop your chin on your hands.
âWell, uh- fuck, me neither. But Noona?â The question in his voice makes you turn toward him with a raised brow. âWhy did the kid call you greedy? Howâs any of that were your doing?â Fires out his curiosity.
Oh fuck!
See, you had done the same with Key yesterday. Had to give her a possible and logical explanation as to what happened. But you managed to do it by hiding the parts that needed to be hidden. Fuck yourself for forgetting to do the same with Jungkook. You blink at his innocent face for a moment. Then lower your gaze to your lap. What can you say anyway. You refuse to lie anymore.
âItâs not that it didnât work, was it? You wished to be here.â He chuckles humorlessly. âBecause you wanted to be with him?â Throws his head up.
âHe asked me to stay. All right? I had every intention toââ
âBut you didnât, did you? You stayed because he asked? To be what, his mistress? My god Noona, why would you have to lower yourself that much?â Jungkookâs voice is filled with pure disbelief. Accusation. You feel that irritation raises its head once again. And itâs not even about Jungkook rudely pointing out your weaknesses. No. Itâs the shame. Because every word he says is true.
âDo you think I donât know Kookie. I know what type of stupid, selfish person I am. I couldnât fucking help it though.â Jungkook tries to cut you off, but you donât let him this time. âI tried my best but here I am. And I understand that you might want me to disappear from your sight this momentâŚâ Tears start to prick at your eyes again. This time fueled by self-pity. âLike⌠I know, Iâm an insufferable mess. A fucking disaster. And I promise you I would get myself out from your life soon as I can. Iâll figure a wayââ
âPlease donât.â This time Jungkook succeeds in cutting you off. Sigh hard.
âHuh?â
âPlease donât say that and donât move out.â Turns toward you completely. Takes your hands in his. Smiles sadly. So sadly, that your heart breaks. âI never told you, youâre any of that. I mean ugh- fuck I donât know⌠Itâs wrong but you said you only have a year, right? So, donât try to live that year shutting everyone else from your life because some jerk knows how to make you cum hard.â You wince at his words slightly. He sighs heavily again. Looks you in the eye. You can see how his are glinting. Are those tears? âAnd Iâm sorry that⌠uh- I didnât want to confront you or anything. I was just worried Noona. I was so fucking scared you just left like that. Donât do it again. And donât move out. You can stay here. Please donât. Câmon you listened to that asshole when he asked you to sacrifice your life, am I not even worthy enough to just consider living with me?â Pouts. Jungkook always knows how to get what he wants. In a different context, you would have rolled your eyes. But now, you feel oddly touched.
âSo what? You want to drag yourself into my disastrous life as well? You want to live with a homewrecker? You still gonna take my side when I am the wrong person here? You want to become a part of the family too?â You laugh bitterly.
âWhat family?â
âHoseok knows. And I think Taehyung knows too.â
âAnd you left me out of it?â
âWell, I didnât tell them. We got caught. And if I can Jungkook, Iâd keep you away from this mess. Away from me.â
Jungkook clicks his tongue. âWell, guess what? Itâs not up to you to decide that. Just because I call you Noona, baby, it doesnât mean you get to call all the shots.â Squeezes your hands. âI can make decisions for myself perfectly well. And I donât care Noona. Homewrecker or whatever. Call me biased, I donât care. Iâm only worried about you. Iâm gonna take your side even if you killed a man.â Changes his position instantly and heâs crouching down in front of you in a second. Your hands are still in his. Looks at you with puppy eyes. Innocent. You feel your heart shatter.
âWhy Jungkook? Donât be such a saint.â You try your best to well up your tears. âGod, youâre too good. I feel like Iâm taking fucking advantage.â
âAnd Iâm so happy if youâre doing it. So what? Do we have a deal here? Donât move out, hm? I really donât want to lose my alien because sheâs too horny.â
You scrunch up your face in disgust. Why would he have to say it like that? How amazing Jungkook is to make a joke out of this sordid situation, just after he was flat out confronting you a minute ago. You genuinely thought he was mad at you. That heâs ashamed of being a friend of yours. You thought thatâs the reason for bringing it out. But it was care? Jungkook is such a pure soul. You stare at him. Failing to keep your tears in your eyes.
You donât deserve him, now do you? Youâve lied to him so many times. Have used his good will so many times. Youâre a bad person. But he wants to be a part of that, why?
Because he is a good person.
âKookie.â You mutter weakly.
âYes?â
âSo, youâre fine with what Iâm doing?â
âNo, Iâm not.â Shakes his head. Right when your brows start to merge in confusion he speaks. âIâm not fine with what youâre doing but Iâm fine with you. No matter what you do, I am fine with you. Maybe⌠just maybe weâll be able to stop it. Before you get hurt.â
You donât think it will be the case at all. You canât see a way out from Jimin. No. But still you just nod. Just for the sake of him. âWhat if I am to ruin your life too?â Questions.
âHow?â You have no answer for that. So, he continues. âI donât see a way you can do that. But if thatâs the case, Iâm okay with it. I like it when my life is happening. It was so dull before I met my alien.â
âOh, my god, will you pleaseâŚâ
He just smiles. That tension and the soured emotions you felt a moment ago dissipating into thin air. Of course, they are. Jungkook always knows how to make your day better. You donât know why he does that but when you think about it, he has always been there for you when something goes wrong. From the very beginning. Heâs already a part of the mess you created, whether you like it or not. He was your escape when you had no place to go. He was the man who knew everything from the beginning. He was the sweet soul who never once judged you for your wrongdoing.
He was,
The man who shared a cigarette under a starry sky with you.
The man who understood why you did what you did.
The man who always made sure you smile.
The man who danced with you in his kitchen.
The man whoâll always have your back when things would crumble down into ashes.
Thatâs who he is. The only other person who you are deeply tangled with. The Bambi eyed muscle bunny who has a mattress in his living room.
And you adore him. Course you do. Heâs very special to you. You only manage a light nod when he beams up. Hurriedly pull you to your feet. Crushes you in a bear hug. Funny. He is. But thatâs how he is. Because he is,
Jeon Jungkook.
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Hey what do you think about Flatline and Damian
Hiiii thank you for the ask <3
Hmmm, my feelings for Flatline is a bit complicated. But first I just wanna say I love her design. It's one of the coolest character designs I've ever seen.
I'll be honest, I hated her when I first read Robin (2021). But wait, read till the end.
My reasons were:
1) She was a very powerful character who killed Damian (my FAVOURITE character) đ
2) When they stood side by side, other characters would start saying things like "ohh love birds" etc. I hate it when writers do that. Another example is Fullmetal Alchemist. Characters would say things to Edward like "Oh your girlfriend's coming to Central" or something, when they clearly are not dating. It's just an automatic NO for me when the narrative do that.
3) The writer nerfed Damian to show off his OC(s).
4) She was introduced to be a love interest and I don't usually like characters who are just there to be love interests.
5) She betrayed Damian and it wasn't addressed properly. Even after they started their relationship.
Then later she betrayed Damian again in B&R(2023), so...
6) They got into a relationship too quickly for my taste. I prefer ships to have a long period of friendship first.
And I was just like " My son is too young nooođđđ"
I still wish Damian got to grow up more without having a love interest. Idk if it's just me but 14 is too young to make lovers in my opinion ââ (â ´â ăźâ ď˝â )â â
When Flatline returned in Batman and Robin (2023), I became more furious at Flatline because she betrayed Damian again and it was mostly brushed aside and how dare she!!!!
But then I stopped myself. I started thinking, what would I do if I were in her shoes? I have an elder sister who I love more than anything, I thought I would do everything to protect her, just like how Flatline did. She tried to protect her sister even if that meant doing some bad things. I didn't blame her for doing that anymore. Because I understood her.
My only criticism toward writer is that they should've made Damian and Nika talk more about their relationship. Talk about more Nika's betrayal and their feelings overall. It was just done in 2-3 panels and never addressed again.
But again, I understand her and don't blame her. I'm just bitter on behalf of Damian.
When the comic progressed and when I saw more and more Flatline, I warmed up to her more. And what made me get rid of my dislike and bias was these pages.
With these pages, we saw how Nika cared about Damian. And that's really what matters to me. Whether she cares and loves Damian or not.
When I saw how Nika hugged Damian and how she talked about him when he wasn't near, how she said Damian needed to be protected... Yeah, she really loves Damian and Damian really loves Nika. That's what I want. I don't want Damian to have a toxic relationship with only betrayel, uncertainty and doubt. I want him to love and be loved. So, I'm happy DC gave him a relationship like that.
And I think Flatline's character developed over time. She warmed up to Damian and loved him more and more. I saw someone on Twitter say "Damian fell first but Nika fell harder" and I think that really describes them very well. Nika needed time.
I hope we get to see Flatline and I hope DC explore her character and her relationship with Damian more. And I just pray that their relationship doesn't get ruined, toxic, bad or anything like that. I hope they get to be happy forever.
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I've stumbled across your account because of Pantheon x Soraka content (Very cute). Besides that, what other cannon or non-cannon pairing do you appreciate in League?
I love this kind of question
Aphelios and Taric
"But Aphelios has a relationship with Sett", honestly? I hate how they built their relationship just because of a fetishistic fujoshi fandom, nothing against settphelios, but for me they don't work and Taric would treat Apehlios better than Sett
Lillia and Yone
"But she's a deer! They can't-" A relationship isn't just about sex, I like to imagine that their relationship is something more emotional than physical, that Lillia sometimes creates cute dreams in his mind while he sleeps or something like that, just kisses on the cheek and walking hand in hand at sunset, an innocent love
Lux and Sylas
The way people even appear from the sewers to hate this ship is scary, but anyway, I like their relationship and anyone who played Mageseeker knows that Sylas deceived Lux ââbecause it was LITERALLY a matter of life or death and that he regrets having lied to her. Apparently their relationship became something "platonic" in Mageseeker since he seems to be in love with Lux, but does not make it clear what Lux's feelings for him are.
Miss Fortune and Samira
Dangerous lesbians falling in love, dangerous lesbians falling in love, dangerous lesbians falling in love, dangerous lesbians falling in love, dangerous lesbians falling in love, dangerous lesbians falling in love, dangerous lesbians falling in love
Twisted Fate and Graves
Honestly? I love them, I love their energy, I love how they work together, I love them completely Two pathetic gays trying to work together
Tryndamere and Ashe
I would never forget my favorite ship of all time, they are cute, they are adorable I love them SO MUCH 100% Male Wife and Girl Boss energy
Neeko and Nidalee
Their relationship is something I would love to see in a show, it's so sweet and gentle that it almost gives me an overdose of sweetness
Rell and Seraphine
I LOVE a ship with opposing dynamics and energies, moth and butterfly, she was punk and she did ballet, things like that, I also like to imagine that Seraphine sings to Rell
Soraka and Pantheon (obviously?)
Their dynamic is sweet, the warrior and the healer, the war and the peace, the celestial and the one who abhors the celestials (except her). I know I'm only saying this because I like the ship, but I think if RIOT created something for these two it would be very accepted in the community since they would both make a very interesting dynamic together.
Lucian and Senna
They are my parents. Joking aside, ever since Lucian was released in the game I dreamed of Senna being added to the game and when she was finally released I almost had a heart attack, THEY ARE SO CUTE
I think I'm done with my favorite ships (canon and non-canon) Thanks for asking! I love questions like that
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Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Letâs spread the self-love đź
(No pressure if you don't want to though!)
Hope you have a good day! â¨
ah damn ok uhhhh i'm still very happy with This Rojade piece, My Murder Boy, this Flight Rising thing, this Julie one, and my DC fantasy fic copper & gold <3
#thank you for the ask! i've never done one of these!#you have a good day as well <3#rambles from the bog#going through my archive has made me confront the fact#that ive drawn more welcome home in the past few months#than i have drawn literally anything else ever#i am Exaggerating a little but also. am i#damn. the fixation is real...#anyway can't say that these are my Favorites since i don't really have any!#unfortunately i either dislike or am at best just Satisfied with everything i make/post#im trying to change that mindset but yk#its tough! i still have a ways to go! i have to work to reach the level i want to achieve!#or at least reach a level where i can look at my creations and feel pride#but im confident ill get there someday#its easier to be content with my writing than my art#i mean i have a ways to go with both but i still think im at present a Better Writer#despite enjoying art far more!#or maybe not at present... my writing skills have atrophied a bit... there is Much i need to practice
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I cannot believe that season. truly just. there was not a single episode I didn't sit down to without a genuine conviction that *this* would be the episode where they spit all over everything I loved about the show. I braced constantly throughout the episodes as they kept setting themselves up for Very Stupid story choices only to pull the rug and go "HAHA surprise, idiot!!! We've given you exactly what you wanted <3". until the final episode which was NOT what I wanted and also exponentially better storytelling and character development than any of the ideal scenarios I'd constructed.
something deeply meta about it all. truly a chaos season for the chaos god, where the most chaotic, unexpected, transformative thing they can do is to be good.
Spent the day processing my love for this season only to have your message sum my thoughts and feelings up perfectly, thank you so very much for sending it đ
Same as you, not for a second did I go in truly expecting anything from s2. Owen and Mobius have my heart, always will, so primarily the show was a vehicle to provide whatever crumbs of his scenes and chemistry with Tom I could get and with the start of every episode I braced for the moment that would get ruined in some way, only to be continually hit with everything I've ever wanted in a show or pairing right up until the finale. Which, while not what I would've chosen, was beautifully crafted and an almost Shakespearean tragic romance that will haunt me for the rest of my days and is still infinitely better than the nightmare scenarios I'd been floating around in my mind so at least there's that and it's impossible not to be thankful for eps 1-5 for giving content anyone could dream of and more đ
Besides the obvious ending, I'm mostly crushed our Loki and Mobius didn't get a proper goodbye but honestly believe Loki decided to seek out s1 Mobius instead knowing s2 Mobius loved him too much to ever let his sacrifice happen and it would've been too much to bear, so having made his mind up already he at least tried to visit a version most likely to validate his choice. Just wish the Mobius now waiting until the end of time had at least a similar opportunity, but I'm just thankful he didn't lose his memories and could make his own decision that his faith in Loki is what's carried him before and will continue to do so now.
The flip of their characterization from order or chaos is exactly what has me convinced Lokius will reunite because how can they not with such an open ended future?? Even in separation they revolve around each other and they're the only ones left wanting. Mobius and his life are in ruins with nothing but the passage of time and possibility of some spent with Loki ahead while Loki's surely going to find a way to meet halfway when the choice of order has not only made him potentially the most powerful being in existence but one who spends eternity looking at the only person who ever saw him back.
#cutting this short because it's already longer than expected and i'm about to cry again even though i've done so like a dozen times today đ
#but truly s2 has been the most incredible fun uplifting heartbreaking experience and i'm so thankful to have shared it with you all#have a feeling nothing's going to beat it for me as well which is kind of wild to wrap my mind around??#never gonna be another character like mobius or one who means more to me plus owen is it for me now#and if i could craft a perfect episode of anything start to finish it would be s02e01#the banter their chemistry the touching the sacrifice the perfect balance of plot and humor it's pure love and comfort#what a ride#and thank you again for the loveliest ask!! love hearing what everyone thought of the season and where things can go from here#hope you're having an amazing weekend đ#ask#loki spoilers
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Don't mind me just spam-liking your art...
Your Satosugu is so gorgeous. I feel it in my soul!
Aaaah thank you so much! It makes me smile by myself every time I get 50+ notifs from the same person, it feels like I'm babbling about my favorite things and someone is nodding their head, agreeing ( âĄâżâĄ ) âĄ
#ask#ira replies#I've done so much satosugu art by this point I'm honestly impressed when someone likes it all#thank you for the warm and fuzzy feelings#and your likes were actually pretty tame I'll never forget that one user last year who liked every single post I've ever made
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I just realised you posted a gif set a few days ago which is almost exactly the same as one I posted yesterday, like even the description is the exact same?? HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THIS BEFORE?? Anyway, just wanted to say I didnât mean to copy you, if youâd like me to edit or delete it, Iâm willing to do so!
no omg you're all good!! just saw the post i think u mean and literally everyone with photoshop was using that clip lmao. it's very gif-able and i enjoy seeing it everywhere on the dash (i wasn't the first person to use it and i'm glad i'm not the last, papa is killing it)
the only time i'd ever have an issue with something like this is if an edit (with something more than the standard gif post) got blatantly copied or reposted. but afaik that's never happened thankfully
#i've also done this - posted some sleep token gifs from the same clip that someone else had coincidentally used 2 days before rip#that just happens here#but they were different in number and style etc etc and very few of us own the footage we edit from#so unless it's someone thinking 'oh nice gifs i'm going to make and post identical ones to these'#there's never a problem imo. but thank you for checking anyway hope you're well <3#asks#emeritual
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i am a huge fan of your writing, hot tea is probably one of my favorite works in the fandom! you write etho and bdubs really well, and the ANGST,, such good angst it makes me feel so much EMOTION i love it :D
the way this made me tear upâ
this is so sweet! thank you so much :( it's so strange to remember how far that fic has reached and how many friends I made from a fic I wrote. this is so so nice AUGH thank you!! this means the workd, I'm so glad you enjoy what I do and I'm so happy I can continue to do it!
etho and bdubs will always be the most fun to write for me, and I'll never stop squeezing angst out of them <33 I'm so glad you enjoyed my little fic hot tea, it really is my foothold in the ethubs community :3
#RANCHERS NEXT#i'm much less well known there but shout out to my one fic#still never forgetting that it was book-bound#SHOUT OUT!! IT SITS ON MY DESK!!#anyway AUGH this is so so nice i'm honestly so floored thank you :(#i'm so glad you've enjoyed what i've done hearing things like this really makes me keep wanting to write <33#text#asks#anon
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