#the rollercoaster incident

[chloesimaginationthings]

Who do you want FNAF to collab with?..

[haikyuu-moments]

shoyo was getting nervous and asahi told him to think about the thing that can make him scare the most 😵

presenting shoyo's greatest fear 🤓

shoyo please 😭😭😭😭

[petrichoriansys]

i don’t know what The Game is but conan went “the game is on, mrs hudson!” and mariana died internally so uh

If you're reading this, you've won The Game. It's over, it's done, and you can breathe. Now any time you see posts telling you that you lost The Game, you can smile, shake your head, and feel sorry for all of those OTHER people who are still playing The Game, while being glad that you yourself are free.

"But that's not how The Game works-"

If someone can arbitrarily decide that everyone on Earth is playing The Game, someone else can arbitrarily decide there's a way to win.

Congratulations on your win!! Celebrate with a treat of your choice.

[scar-crossedlvrs]

gege when i catch you gege it’s on sight

[sqtorux]

some wounds and a few more...

# you got hurt during the shibuya incident and they find out (yes suguru never deflected idc abt any guy with stitches on his forehead the shibuya arc still happened somehow!! oh and toji's there too)

## incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, shoko, yuji, megumi, yuta, toge and ino

was a rollercoaster of emotions,, i cried w nanami and yuji and then laughed with toge and ino 😭

[kikidoul]

── THE MEMORY THAT BLEEDS.

𓍯 synopsis: "He was the love she couldn't kill. Now, he's the monster who doesn't remember her." Years ago, you let Sunghoon live—despite knowing he had become the very thing you were trained to destroy. When he resurfaced as a powerful vampire with no memory of your past, you're forced to face him again... but this time, as strangers on opposite sides of the battlefield. As old feelings stir and dangerous secrets unravel, you must decide: will you protect the man you once loved or end the vampire he's become?

ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ vampire! 박성훈 x vampire hunter! reader ᥫ᭡ content ex-lovers to strangers hurt no comfort inaccurate vampire lore explicit smut content blood (duh) pussy eating fingering unprotected sex (don't do this) there's way more plot than porn here i'm sorry angst sad ending major character death . . . wc: 8746...!? masterlist.

note. I FINALLY FINISHED... this was a wild rollercoaster for me to write as no words can describe how many times i have to rewrite certain scenes until i was fully satisfied with it... i hope you guys enjoy reading the first fic for desire unleashed!

Everytime you close your eyes, you are greeted with the same, horrifying scene. You prayed to whatever God out there, who was listening to your prayers that it was nothing but just a nightmare. A dream and not reality. But it seems like luck wasn’t on your side. Even if five months had passed, you still remembered the scene like it recently happened. It was like it had been forcefully imprinted into your mind, refusing to let you forget, no matter how hard you tried. 

He’s late. 

You sighed for the unknown time after glancing at the clock, noting how thirty minutes had passed. Today was supposed to be a day of celebration for you and Sunghoon’s third month anniversary. Initially, Sunghoon had planned on having dinner at a fancy restaurant but there was a change of plans when your boyfriend had to meet his client for a sudden appointment. He was tempted to change the date of the appointment but you were nothing but persistent, telling him he shouldn’t keep his client waiting any longer. 

In the end, he agreed and had to cancel your dinner. But you weren’t mad or disappointed, shooing him out of your home and wished him luck. While he was away, you spent the past two to three hours preparing a wide range of dishes. It was a lot of hard work but you didn’t mind, for your love for Sunghoon easily served as motivation to push through.

No words can describe how pleased you were when you finished and wanting to set the mood, you even went to take a much-needed shower before dressing up—a simple dress and light make-up. 

When you were done, you checked your phone to see if Sunghoon had texted you but he didn’t. You brushed it off, assuming he was too busy or his phone had died. That was your first mistake. You decide to pass time by scrolling through your phone while eagerly waiting for your boyfriend to return.

However, as seconds turned to minutes, you were getting anxious. You have heard news about how there was a sudden rise of vampire attacks in the neighbourhood you live in. 

Being a vampire hunter, you were constantly sent on missions to kill vampires. The reason why you chose to be one is so you could protect your loved ones and innocent people from getting killed or worse, turned into a vampire.

You paused when you stumbled upon a news article about how yet another incident happened. Your entire world turned upside down when you recognized the victim’s name reflected on the screen, your surroundings going numb. 

‘The unfortunate victim, who goes by the name of Park Sunghoon, was killed by a vampire. He was about to leave his client’s house, only to get ambushed by a vampire who was roaming around the area. Due to this, Park Sunghoon had risked his life to save the client, resulting in him getting bitten instead.’ 

Your phone slipped from your hands, landing on the carpet as you sat there, dazed. Only for you to snap out of your state when your ears registered the sounds of footsteps approaching your door. Immediately on high alert, you rose to your feet, reaching underneath the couch for your weapon—a dagger to protect yourself.

You slowly but cautiously moved to the closed door, left hand hovering over the doorknob while you looked through the peephole to see who it was. Your body went as still as a statue when you saw it was none other than Sunghoon. 

Your limbs moved before your brain could process, flinging the door open and that was when you saw it. Blood. Dark crimson, thick liquid on his neck. His previously cleaned clothes were stained with blood and dirt. Although, you were certain that the blood belonged to him. You scanned him from head to toe, pure shock written all over your face. 

“Sunghoon, you…” Your voice trailed off, unable to find it in yourself to finish your sentence. But the both of you knew what you meant. 

Your boyfriend nodded, gnawing on his bottom lip. “I know, but I’m still me. So, please, let me in and we can talk about this, alright?” 

He tried to enter but you stopped him, ignoring how hurt flickered in his eyes at your action. “Baby—” 

You firmly shook your head, able to hear how loud your heart was banging against your chest. “I can’t, Sunghoon. You and I know if I let you in, who knows what you might do. You’re no longer human.” 

The way he looked at you made you teared up, tightening your grip on the hilt of your dagger. “You know I won’t hurt you.” 

You shakily exhaled, feeling your warm tears rolling down your face. “I…I’m sorry, Sunghoon. I love you. I really do but you have to go. Please, it’ll be easier for both of us.” 

He barked out a humorless laugh, the light in his eyes gradually dying. “How are you sure about that? What if this makes us worse?” 

You couldn’t hold yourself back and the words slipped from your mouth without hesitation. “I’m sure because you’re not yourself anymore, Sunghoon. You’re my enemy now.”

Silence. 

And just like that, the remaining light in his eyes was extinguished. He was speechless for a moment, feeling hurt by your crude words but a small part of him knew you were right. His words don’t mean a thing now that he had turned into a vampire. And should the headquarters catch wind of you living with a vampire, you will be given a death sentence without question.

Sunghoon remained where he was, eyes fixated on your face as he imprinted your features in his mind, never wanting to forget how you looked. 

“...Fine, I’ll go. But, I hope you know I still love you, forever and always,” he said, sparing you one final glance before turning and walking off. 

Despite how you had fought countless battles, this was one of the hardest battles. You resist the urge to run towards Sunghoon, planting your feet firmly to the ground as you observe his figure getting smaller and smaller, until he is out of sight. On that day, what was supposed to be a joyous occasion turned into a heartbreaking moment for the two of you. 

And that was the last you had seen him. 

~ 

“...ock! Hello, earth to (Name)? Anyone home?” A voice snapped you out of your trance, followed by a light force hitting your head. 

“Ow!” You yelped, protecting the very same spot, rubbing it while glaring at your co-worker, who was grinning like no tomorrow. “Yang Jungwon, you’re dead meat when I get my hands on you.” 

The blonde hummed, unfazed with your threat as he unceremoniously dumped another pile of papers on your already messy desk. “Sure you will. But I think these papers are more important than you trying to kill me. I’d get to work immediately if I were you.” 

You groaned, leaning back in your seat as you ran a hand through your hair. “I didn’t expect paperwork to come with the job of being a vampire hunter. Why do we even have to do this in the first place?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Jungwon returned to his desk, which was just as messy as yours. “Don’t ask me, I’m just here to make a living.” 

You have known Jungwon on your first day of joining the company when you were at the mere age of sixteen, blinded by the hunger for vengeance after witnessing a vampire murdering your parents in front of you. Under the management’s instructions, you were placed under Jungwon’s supervision.

Your relationship kicked off with a rocky start and to the others, it was amusing to see him being all smiley and cheerful while you, on the other hand, have never once smiled in your entire life. Your eyes were dull and showed no signs of life.

At first, you disliked his personality. To you, there wasn’t anything to be happy about after watching your parents die in front of you. You tried to push Jungwon away but he was persistent, constantly sticking to you and following you everywhere you go.

The sight reminds people of a young duckling following its mother, much to their unspoken amusement. As time went on, he managed to break down the walls you built around yourself and thanks to him, you were able to see life from a more positive angle. 

Jungwon was always there for you, lending you both a shoulder to lean on and listening ear when you were feeling under the weather. The two of you continued your respective work, silence surrounding your shared office room until it was interrupted with a sound made from the intercoms. 

“To Ms (Name), please come to the main office immediately. I repeat: to Ms (Name), please come to the main office immediately. Thank you.” 

Your shoulders dropped as you let out a long, exhausted sigh when you heard your name. Dropping your pen, you rose to your feet as you grabbed your coat, slipping it on while heading towards the door. 

“Looks like duty calls,” you dryly retorted, patting Jungwon’s shoulders as you walked past him. 

“Good luck and don’t die,” he bid you farewell. You merely flipped him off without looking behind and stepped out of the office, closing the door behind you. 

The walk to the main office was quiet with you gradually getting drowned in your own thoughts. It didn’t take you long to reach your destination, entering only after being granted permission. Stepping into the room, you involuntarily shivered when you felt the temperature in the room dropped a notch. That was the first sign something was wrong. The second sign was the room was eerily dark and quiet. Too quiet for your liking. 

The third sign was you felt a presence behind you. 

You instantly spin around, whipping out your weapon hidden in your pants, only for your wrist to be grabbed in mid-action. Due to the lack of light, you couldn’t see your opponent and had no choice but to rely on your senses. With your wrist still grabbed on, you raised your knee, aiming it at their stomach. Only for them to dodge. You freed yourself the moment you felt their grip loosened, kicking out your feet, forcing them to move back. 

“Who are you and how did you get in here?” You asked but they remained silent.

Then you felt it—the shift in the air. The shuffle of a boot on the carpeted floor. 

Clank! 

You turned just in time to block the incoming strike, able to feel the vibrations running through your entire body. Whoever they were, they were fast. Way faster than you for what a regular human being is capable of. You knew you’re fighting a vampire and the thought of these sickly creatures being able to slip past the defenses made your blood boil. You ducked, twisted, and countered, your blade slicing through empty air as your attacker disappeared into the shadows again. 

Another strike—this time from behind. You stumbled, hitting the ground hard, your weapon skidding across the floor. The next thing you knew, you were being pinned down. They moved in with deadly precision, one hand at your throat while the other raised for the kill. 

And that was when the moonlight caught their face. His face, to be exact.

Your world shattered, heart dropping to the depths of your stomach and bile rising in your throat. You couldn’t focus on anything else but him. For a moment, you thought you were dreaming. Or maybe this was some sick, twisted joke the Gods had planned for you. 

“...Sunghoon?” You choked out, disbelief evident in your voice. You stared at him with wide eyes, mouth wide open and jaw slacked. 

He froze in place, shoulders stiffen at the mention of his name. You watched as Sunghoon locked eyes with you, an unreadable expression on his cold, stoic face. He was different from before. You weren’t sure why but something about him feels…wrong.

The way he looked at you was like he never met you before. Like you were nothing but a complete stranger to him. Like this was your very first encounter. He lowered his blade and moved back, unaware of how such a simple action caused your heart to ache. 

“...You’re not the one I came for,” he said in a flat tone, void of any emotion. “Be grateful.” 

And then he turned, wordlessly vanishing into thin air. You sat there in the silence, chest heaving, the sting of his touch still burning on your skin—not from the fight, but from the realization that you were nothing to him.

But, he was still everything you couldn’t let go of. 

~

You were left in a daze after that fateful encounter with Sunghoon. You don’t really remember what happened once he left, only able to vaguely recall the concerned shouts of your name followed by someone carrying you out of the room, bringing you to get your injuries checked. You were shell-shocked, unable to wrap your mind around the mere fact that Sunghoon didn't recognize you. You snap out of your thoughts when something hard and cold nudges your cheek. 

“You alright? You’re unusually quiet,” Jungwon asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Accepting the cold canned soda, you unhooked it, gulping it down without hesitation. Jungwon watched the scene, mildly impressed after you finished it in one go, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“Slow down, the drink isn’t going anywhere,” he teased, causing you to chuckle as he playfully bumped his shoulder against yours. 

“I…I met him,” you started, voice soft and timid as you stared at the ground. 

Silence. 

You could feel his gaze on you and you continued, tightening your grip on the empty can of soda, dryly swallowing. “When I was called to the main office, there was no one. It was dark and Sunghoon was there.” 

You went silent, as if unable to continue but Jungwon rested his hand on your shoulder, the mere contact enough to bring you comfort. 

“And then what? What happened back there?” He murmured, eyes fixated on your face. 

“We fought but I didn’t know who he was at that time. And when I found out it was him, God, it felt like something in me broke,” your voice was borderline trembling. Warm, salty tears trickled down your cheeks, leaving a wet trail behind. 

“(Name)...”

You turned to your friend with misty eyes, hurt written all over your face. “He doesn’t remember me, Jungwon. Those past few years we spent together, it’s all gone. Like I have vanished from his mind and life. But, you know what's even worse?” You barked out a bitter, humorless laugh. 

“I was the one who pushed him away. It’s my fault that he ended up like this. Which is why I’m going to kill him,” you continued, tightening your grip on your empty can of soda further until it was crushed into half. 

Jungwon sighed, rubbing circles with his thumb. “(Name), are you sure about that? Can you really kill him the next time you see him? What if he does remember you? What then? What will you do?.” 

You sniffled, raising your left hand to wipe the tears away. “I don’t know, Jungwon. But, I’ve made up my mind.” 

“(Name)—”

You stood up, tossing the can into the nearest rubbish bin with terrifying accuracy, watching as it landed bullseye. “Jungwon, whatever you’re planning to say won’t make me change my mind. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Jungwon pursed his lips. “Are you sure that’s what he wants? To die under your hands?”

You looked ahead of you, unable to find it in yourself to face him. “It doesn’t matter. It’s my fault he turned into a vampire. I have to kill him, even if it’s the last thing I do.” 

After spending the next two hours talking to Jungwon, you decided to finally head home, considering how close it was to midnight. You bid him farewell and went your separate ways. Goosebumps formed on your skin when a gust of wind blew past you, making you curl into yourself as you hugged your coat tighter to your body. You quickened your pace, not wanting to spend another second longer outside in the cold weather. 

Rustle, rustle. 

Stopping, you looked to your right where the sound came from. It leads to a dimly lit alleyway situated between two apartments. The only source of light was the moon hanging high above your head in the abyssal-like sky. Hovering your hand over your sheathed dagger that hung by your hips, you entered the alleyway. You scrunch your nose at the overwhelming stench of rubbish. You visibly jumped out of your skin, startled when you saw a movement in the corner of your eyes, only to sigh when it was just a mouse. 

You continued moving forward and that was when you saw him. 

Sunghoon leans against the wall, cradling his sides with one hand. Unlike his previously emotionless facade, he was gritting his teeth, thick eyebrows furrowed with his canines digging into his lip. 

Snap! 

His head snapped to your direction the moment you accidentally stepped on a twig, alerting him of your presence. He paused, regaining his composure and scowled, pressing himself against the wall but didn’t move away. Although, you weren’t sure if he could even move in the first place. 

“What are you doing here? Are you stupid enough to show up in front of a vampire?” He sneers.

“Shut up, I came here because I thought I needed to save someone,” you retorted, stopping while maintaining a safe distance from him, ignoring how your heart was screaming at you to be closer. “I didn’t expect that it’s you, out of all people.” 

He snorts, shuffling his feet on the spot. “Sorry to disappoint. Now you know it’s me, are you going to leave me alone now?” 

You shot him an incredulous look. “What? You really expect me to just turn around and walk away? And leave you here to bleed to death?” 

“Vampires can’t die,” he hissed, offended at the mere thought of him dying. 

You rolled your eyes, closing the distance with five large strides. Sunghoon went as still as a statue the moment you placed your hands on his shoulders, like he was allergic to the touch of you. The thought of it shattered your heart. His reaction was a huge contrast to how he was previously—clinging onto you like a koala bear, refusing to let you go and always whining about how he wants your attention. You dryly swallowed, rapidly blinking back the pre-formed tears and clearing your throat. 

“Getting help from someone doesn’t mean you’re weak,” you said in a soft tone.

He barks out a humorless laugh, eyeing you with something unreadable. “And what do you know about being weak, human?”

“I know more than you think,” you replied, able to hear how loud your heart was pounding against your chest.

His eyes narrow, a flicker of something, curiosity, maybe, flashed across his face before he schooled it into indifference. “Let me guess. A tragic past? Lost family? Betrayal?” He sneers, words dripping with disdain. “You wear your grief like a badge and call it strength.”

“I know what it’s like to lose someone,” you say quietly. “To look them in the eyes and not recognize who they’ve become.”

Silence. 

“You don’t know anything about me,” he said, defensive and laced with a certain sharpness that could easily sliced a rope into half. 

But I do. I knew you before all of this happened. 

You swallowed the words and instead, replied with something else. “No, I don’t. I’m just a stranger who managed to see you. Now, are you going to let me help you or not? I hope you know that if you don’t get any blood soon, you’re really going to die.” 

“I know that,” he bit back, sending you a sharp glare. If looks could kill, you’d be dead on the spot. “And how are you going to help me? By letting me drink your blood?” 

“Well, yeah. That’s kinda the point,” you answered, blinking. 

Sunghoon recoiled, acting like a disgusted cat that was sprayed with water. “Are you insane? You don’t even know me and you’re already offering me your blood? Are all humans as crazy as you are?” 

You rolled your eyes, running a hand through your hair. “I’m just trying to help you. Why are you being difficult?” 

The vampire muttered something inaudible under his breath before relenting. “Fine, I’ll accept your…generous offer, but on one condition.”

“Which is?”

“I’m not drinking your blood while we’re in an alleyway,” he continued.

“...You cannot be serious,” you deadpanned. 

Sunghoon scrunched his nose, in the same exact way he used to do when he faked his disgust. “I am serious. Do you know how unhygienic it is here? And mind you, drinking blood from someone is a rather intimate act. I’d rather not do that in public.”

Your cheeks flushed red at his words, despite knowing about it. “Fine, let’s go to my place then.” 

~ 

The walk to your apartment was filled with nothing but tense, awkward silence. Thankfully, it was late at night which means there weren’t anyone around to be the unfortunate ones witnessing a pale-looking man bleeding until his clothes were soaked in blood. You tried your best to ignore his eyes boring holes into the back of your head as you unlocked your front door. The silence thickens once both of you are in your apartment. A startled gasp left your lips when you were pinned against your door the moment it closed. 

Your keys dropped to the floor with a loud series of noises but it was muffled with a desperate growl from the vampire. Shivers ran down your spine and heat stirred in your lower stomach at the sight of Sunghoon’s eyes glowing slightly, making him look rather intimidating. His fangs had peaked out from his lips, gleaming underneath the dim lights. 

“Sunghoon, you—!?” Your voice dies in your throat when he leans in, his nose brushing against the expanse of your neck. 

An involuntary whimper slipped from your lips when you felt his soft lips graze your skin. You swore he smirked against your skin. Reaching out, you blindly tried to push him away but Sunghoon was one step ahead of you.

He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while the other tilted your head back, forcing you to expose your neck. You felt unusually warm at how vulnerable you were in your current position. You could sense the vampire’s grip on you was loose—giving you a chance to back out. 

But you didn’t. Or maybe, you couldn’t back out even if you wanted to? 

You held your breath in anticipation at the fleeting sensation of Sunghoon planting kisses along your neck, trying to find the perfect spot where your blood smells the strongest. When he finds it, his eyes flickered to your face for a brief moment—searching for any signs of hesitance. Only for him to find none. He took that as a sign to proceed, more of his fangs poking out as he aimed at a certain spot on your neck. 

You've heard from other people on how it's like to get bitten, able to feel their blood being drawn out by a vampire. You've also read reports and articles about people describing it. Some described it as a pleasant feeling. Some said it feels like a quick vaccine and you won't be able to feel anything. But they were wrong. The moment you felt Sunghoon sink his sharp fangs into your skin, something in you exploded.

A white-hot shock lanced through your veins. It wasn’t from pain, that you were certain. Heat surged from your spine, your pulse roaring loudly in your ears and your knees buckled as you felt light-headed. Sunghoon had long released your wrists, now holding you by your waist as he firmly pressed you against the door behind you.

You weren’t sure when Sunghoon had released your wrists but you were grateful. For it allows you to clutch at the sleeves of his shirt—to push him away or to hold him close, you weren’t sure. 

Your heartbeat pounded against his lips, and for a split second, you felt his grip on your waist falter. His once firm and deliberate hold on you trembled. A low sound rumbled from the depths of his throat, halfway between a growl and something softer. Almost as if he was…startled with how sweet you taste. Like he wasn’t expecting you to taste like this. 

Opening your eyes, breathing shallow and ragged, you caught the moment his expression shifts. His perfectly thick eyebrows knitted, bloodstained lips hovering over your neck, but what took your breath away was his eyes. They were clouded with pure desire. 

“Sunghoon, stop. You’re not in your right mind,” you weakly protested, only for your voice to be borderline trembling as he slid his chilling hands underneath your shirt, tracing along your spine. 

“You tell me to stop but I can smell how much you want me,” he murmured, hands trailing down but never moving past the hems of your pants. But it was enough to remind you of how easily he can reduce you to a pliant and flustered mess. 

You whimpered, head tilting back with whatever remaining space there is left as the vampire pulls you closer. You nervously gulped when you felt something hard poking your thighs, lighting your senses. The final push comes in the form of Sunghoon cupping your face, thumb tracing the skin underneath your left eye, forcing you to face him. 

“Tell me to stop and I will. Because I don’t think I can control myself anymore,” he murmured, lips grazing against yours with every word uttered. 

“Then don’t, take me.”

The moment you finished speaking, Sunghoon crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was intense, messy and fiery. It was nothing compared to the sweet, loving and languid kisses you shared previously. You felt like you were being devoured whole, like a prey being caught by a predator, who has no intentions of letting you go. A startled hiss left your lips when he bit down on your bottom lip, allowing you to feel a metallic taste. The vampire apologetically licks the new wound with his tongue, like a cat demanding for affection from its owner. 

Sunghoon tapped twice on your thighs and you jumped without hesitation. No words were needed. He easily carries you, moving you to the living room and unceremoniously tossed you onto the couch. He was quick to hover over you, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from you for another second.

Once again, he kissed you but with the addition of tongues. He swallows your angelic sounds, briefly wondering if this was how Heaven feels like for a cursed species like him.  

His hands had a mind of its own; tracing your body and touching you wherever he could. Sunghoon made a move to remove your denim jacket, followed by your inner black shirt and bra, leaving you in your pants. You squirmed about on the couch, head laying on the armrest at his unwavering gaze. You attempted to cover your chest, only to be stopped by him. 

“Don’t hide from me, I want to see all of you,” he murmured, sincerity evident in his voice, something you were taken aback by. 

In another life, your heart will skip a beat at your sweet, loving boyfriend’s words. But right now, you weren’t sure what to think. Not wanting to let your mind run wild, you tugged  him closer and kissed him squarely on the mouth, feeling him reciprocate immediately. Unlike you, Sunghoon doesn’t need to breathe and if possible, he’d prefer to keep kissing you but you had to break it, leaving a string of saliva that snapped into half when you leaned away.

He didn’t give you time to breathe, ducking his head to trail butterfly kisses down your neck, lips lingering longer than usual over the slightly faded bite mark. 

“Sunghoon, please…” You whined, arching your chest into his when he wrapped his lips around your left hardened nipple, eliciting a high-pitched cry. 

You gripped onto the armrest with one hand while the other desperately grabbed a fistful of his pitch-black hair. Sunghoon moved the sensitive bud with his tongue in circular movements, his free hand trying to pull your pants and panties down. You lifted your hips off the couch, granting him an easier time and just like that, you were completely naked.

Tugging on his shirt, the vampire gets the hint. He pressed a gentle kiss on your now swollen red nipple before moving back, making quick work of his shirt. 

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the faint muscles on his stomach, only for your chin to be tilted up, making eye contact with him. 

“Eyes up here, princess,” he coos. 

“Shut up and do something,” you snapped. 

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes at your tone, grabbing your legs and spreading them apart, revealing your glistening, throbbing pussy. You cried out when he lowered his head, his tongue darting out to give quick, kitten licks at your puffy folds. You instinctively kicked out your legs but he held you down with a firm grip but it wasn’t tight enough to leave marks behind. 

“Oh god,” you moaned at the feeling of him spreading your pussy lips apart, followed by his tongue sliding in. You twitched when he pushed one long, thick and slender finger in, easily going in until he was knuckles deep. 

A cacophony of sounds spilled endlessly from your lips, along with the loud squelching sounds of Sunghoon fucking you with his finger. He felt light-headed at how tight you felt, making him wonder how it’d feel once his cock was inside you. Unable to wait any longer, he pulled out, ignoring the sound of protest you made.

You raised your head, clenching down on thin air at the sight of his lips glistening with your slick. Some were dripping down his chin, staining the couch, making the sight even more obscene than it already is. 

He didn’t bother in completely removing his pants and boxers, only pulling them down just so he could free his cock. The sight of it standing upright, already in an angry shade of red due to lack of attention made you clenched your fists. Sure, you’ve taken him before but you weren’t certain if it could fit, considering how he had turned into a vampire. 

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He arched an eyebrow, shifting to a more comfortable position as he aligns himself against your entrance, rubbing the head against your folds to collect the slick. 

“N-Nothing, just hurry up and put it in,” you stuttered, head tilting back when he finally pushed in. 

Inch by inch, you felt a stinging pain that eventually melted into pure pleasure at the insatiable feeling of you being stuffed full with his cock. Sunghoon’s eyes landed on your neck, his fangs itching to sink into your skin, wanting to get another taste of your blood. Normally, he would’ve asked for permission but with how tight your walls are hugging him, he was beginning to lose himself.

After what felt like years, he bottomed out. He readjusted his position, hands on your waist and he leaned forward until your hardened nipples brushed against his firm chest. 

“Lemme have a taste again, please?” He pleads and you already knew what he was referring to, nodding your head in agreement. 

What you didn’t expect was for him to start thrusting into you at the same time as him digging his fangs into your neck. The combined feeling of the vampire drinking your blood and his cock sliding in and out made your eyes roll up. The living room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, along with your whimpers and pants. The couch had shifted slightly from its original position, nearly knocking into the coffee table placed in front of it. 

“F-Fuck, taste ‘o good,” Sunghoon groans, licking at the new bitemark he left behind and he moved upwards to kiss you, giving you another taste of your own blood. The kiss was filthy and bloody but none of you cared, getting drunk on your bodies being connected. 

“G-Gonna cum, fuck,” you whimpered against his lips, tightening around him when he gave a harsh suck to your tongue. 

“Yeah? You wanna cum?” 

You frantically nodded your head, wrapping your legs around his waist to lock him in place, not wanting him to pull out. Your stomach tightened, thighs trembling as he moved your legs over his shoulders instead. The slight change allows him to hit deeper, his cockhead kissing your cervix with every thrust. 

“P-Please,” you begged and who was he to say no? 

All it took was one final, hard thrust and you came with a loud, hitch-pitched cry. Sunghoon was quick to follow suit, releasing his hot, thick cum inside you, pumping you full of it. Your bodies were sticky and sweaty. Silence engulfed the two of you as you caught your breath.

You hissed when the vampire slowly pulled out, not used to the sudden feeling of emptiness. You closed your legs, able to feel his cum slowly dripping from your stretched-out cunt. You remained laying on the couch while Sunghoon moved about in your home, like he owns the place. 

He vanished from your sight, only to reappear a few seconds later with a damp cloth. He used it to wipe you down and when that was done, he aided you in wearing your clothes again, before doing the same for himself. At this rate, you were beyond exhausted, causing you to fall asleep once you were fully clothed. 

Seeing this, Sunghoon quietly carried you in his arms. For some reason, he knows where your bedroom is. He gently placed you down on the bed, pulling the sheets up and stared at your peaceful, sleeping state. He didn’t really care about the fact that he just had sex with you. What was more astounding was the fact that he feels like he knew you before. 

Which is impossible. How could he, a vampire, have known a human before? 

“Just who are you and what have you done to me?” He muttered, leaning down to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind your left ear. He spares you one final glance before leaving, gently closing the door behind him. 

~

The next morning, you woke up to find yourself in your bed. You weren’t sure why your heart sank at the sight of emptiness on your side. Sighing, you rolled onto your back to stare at the ceiling of your bedroom. Brief memories of what happened last night flashes in your mind, making your chest tightened. You didn’t know how to feel after that.

Closing your eyes, you could visualize Sunghoon over you, faint bloodstains on his swollen, bruised lips and the lust in his eyes. You remembered the way he held you, like how a pair of lovers are during their most intimate moments. You remembered the way he kissed you, like how he did before he turned. 

You told yourself that you were supposed to kill him. That was a promise, an oath. But now, you weren’t sure anymore. You felt lost because when you remembered the way he looked at you yesterday—lust, desire and yearning, your resolve was shaken. You pulled the sheets up, covering you from head to toe, as if doing that will block out the world—something you wish could happen and drifted back to sleep.

~

“Sunghoon, have you ever wondered what you’d do if you turned into a vampire?” 

You asked, breaking the silence that had engulfed the two of you. At this rate, you weren’t paying attention to the movie playing on the television right now, tilting your head up to look at your boyfriend. Sunghoon glanced down, the frames of his glasses reflecting the movie as he rubs circles on your clothed shoulder. You welcomed his touch, pressing yourself further into him with your cheek resting against his shoulder. 

“Why the sudden question?” He questioned, curious.

You sighed and straightened yourself, hands resting on his thigh and fully turned to face him. Sunghoon pushed himself up when he saw you change your position, his entire attention now on you. 

“I saw another body today. It was a kid this time and her body was drained completely, like the others. I couldn’t even identify her face. I know I chose this job. I know what I was signing up for when I became a hunter. But lately, I…”

You paused, hesitant to continue your sentence. Frowning, Sunghoon rested his hands above yours, intertwining your fingers and giving it a reassuring squeeze. You knew what he meant behind that small action.

“I can’t stop thinking about what would happen if I ever found you like that. If you ever— I don’t want to lose you,” you confessed, tears brimming in your eyes and the sight of it made your boyfriend’s heart shattered. 

He pulls you in, embracing you with his arms that never fails to make you feel safe. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, arms hanging loosely on his shoulders. He chuckled at your clinginess, leaning his head back so he could kiss your forehead and brushed his hand through your hair. 

“If I did turn into one, then I’d want you to kill me,” he confessed, watching as you jerked your head back, disbelief written all over your face. He shushed you by placing his finger on your lips when you were about to protest. 

“Sunghoon—”

“I mean it. If I lose myself or if I turn, I want you to end it. It has to be you.” 

Tears rolled down your face, your vision turning blurry. “Don’t say that… Please, Sunghoon, don’t do this to me…”

“I need you to promise me,” he whispered. “Promise me you won’t hesitate.” 

You shook your head, now a sobbing mess. “You’re asking me to kill the person I love.” 

“I’m asking you to protect the part of me that still remembers who I am.” 

He leaned in then, kissing you softly—a promise, a plea, a final moment sealed in fragile hope. You gripped onto the front of his shirt, unable to stop yourself from crying as you returned the kiss. 

~

You woke up for the second time, realising it was already late noon. Thankfully, you didn’t have to report to work today as it was one of your rare off-days. You pushed yourself up, walking over to the vanity table where a few framed photos were placed on top of it. You stopped, picking a particular photo up to look at it.

The image was captured during your first date with Sunghoon. He had brought you to an open-air park where you had a picnic together. You faintly smiled when you remembered how nervous he was, resulting in you squishing his cheeks out of pure cute aggression. 

Your thumb traced Sunghoon’s face in the picture, who was grinning from eye to eye but he wasn’t looking at the camera. No, he was looking at you. The way he looked at you was like you were his entire world right there. 

“I mean it. If I lose myself or if I turn, I want you to end it. It has to be you.” 

His voice echoed in your head like a curse. You didn’t know why that memory surfaced now. Maybe it was a sign from the Gods watching you from above. A gentle push of guidance, guiding you to the right direction. He had asked you to do this. Not out of fear, but trust. He trusted you more than anyone to put an end to the misery. A long, shaky breath escaped your lips, now filled with certainty. You moved to where your sheathed weapon laid, brushing your hand over the hilt of the blade and dagger. 

The part of you that agreed to that promise, the you who cried over him, was ready now. This was your burden to carry. With that in mind, you changed out of your clothes and stepped out, getting ready to hunt him down. 

~

You spent the next few days and weeks throwing yourself into monitoring Sunghoon’s movements. Your already messy work table was filled with discarded reports, laptop showing surveillance footage and whatever information you were able to get your hands on. Jungwon was concerned but he knew you were too stubborn to listen to him. All he could do was watch from the sidelines, only stepping in when you were on the verge of fainting. After what felt like forever, the pattern clicked. 

Sunghoon was circling back. He was always returning to the same part of the city: Sector Nine, just near the industrial outskirts, where the street lights flickered more often they worked and buildings stood like forgotten skeletons.

You couldn’t figure out the motive for his patterns but you didn’t care. All that matters was you had found him. You get to action the very next night, arriving at one of an abandoned warehouse. According to your research, this warehouse was the one he frequents the most. 

You hide behind a crumbling ware of the warehouse, gripe on your blade tightening as it was hidden beneath your coat. It was quiet, too quiet that you could even hear your own breathing. Then, you heard it. 

Thud, thud. Thud, thud. Thud, thud.

Footsteps that are too silent and smooth for a human. You risked your life by peeking around the wall and you saw him. Sunghoon stepped out from the shadows, his form lit by the faint yellow glow of a rusted streetlamp. His coat billowed with his movement, black as night and his pitch-black hair fell into his eyes. 

He hasn’t noticed you yet. You could ambush him, take him down before he had the time to react. You have the advantage—the element of surprise. 

But, you couldn’t move. 

Instead, you observed him, the way his gaze swept the street, slow and searching. For a moment, he looked…lost. He doesn’t look like the cold vampire you had bumped into during your first encounter or a vampire who has something against the alleyway during your second encounter. Your mind was screaming at you, to do it now but you couldn’t move an inch, like your legs were rooted to the ground. 

Then, his head snapped up and his eyes met yours. 

It was too late. 

In a blink of an eye, Sunghoon appeared before you. You barely had the time to dodge when he struck. Metal clanged against metal as you tumbled, rolling to your feet just in time to block his next attack. Your blades clashed, yours forged of silver and rage, his hands crackling with inhuman speed and precision. Invisible sparks lit between you as the warehouse air thickened with tension. 

“Why did you follow me? Couldn’t get enough?” He sneered, fangs peeking through parted lips as he backed away. 

You didn’t answer, studying him—searching for any signs of weakness you could exploit. 

“I asked you a question,” he growled, voice darker this time. 

You raised your blade, narrowing your eyes. “You’re a threat.” 

He smirked, cocking his head to the side. “Really? Then why haven’t you killed me yet?”

Your hands trembled—just barely but Sunghoon saw it. 

“You know me,” he said softly, testing the words on his tongue. “Don’t you?” 

Again, you remained silent. But unlike before, your silence was the loudest answer of all. For a moment, everything came to a halt. The wind howled through the broken windows. Your heart banged against your chest. And then, slowly, he said it, the words you dreaded up to this day.

“...Have we met before?”

His question struck deeper than they should have. Your grip on the blade tightened and your knuckles turned white. You couldn’t afford to waver now—not when you had come this far. Not when you were close to fulfilling your promise to him. You swallowed hard, swallowing the emotions threatening to spill from the depths of your throat. 

“No.”

His eyes narrowed. “You hesitated.”

“I didn’t,” you lied through your teeth. 

Sunghoon didn’t buy it, stepping forward, slow and cautious. This time, the sharp edge of his usual hostility was dulled by confusion. “You knew my name last time.” 

“That’s public knowledge,” you replied. “You were reported missing a year ago and I saw your name on the news.” 

Sunghoon tilted his head slightly. “But you looked at me like you knew me. Like that night.”

You forced out a bitter laugh. “Don’t worry, I look at every monster that way.”

He flinched. And it tore something in you, the way pain flashed across his face like he didn’t quite understand why that word: monster, hurts so much.

“Is that what I am to you?” he asked quietly, almost to himself.

“That’s what you are,” you said. “You don’t get to play innocent. You drink blood. You kill. Don’t act like you’re still human.”

Sunghoon’s lips parted like he wanted to say something else, only to get interrupted when your ears registered a sound. The scuffs of boots against gravel followed by snarling that grew louder and louder. Your hunter instincts flared too late. Multiple figures burst from the shadows: pale, fast and snarling. They were rogue vampires and by the looks of them, they have gone feral, due to the lack of blood for a long period of time.

You barely had time to shout before the first vampire lunged at you, fangs and claws aimed at your throat. Steel met flash as you blocked the strike. You were being pushed back with their strength easily overwhelming yours. Another vampire came from your blind spot, knowing you’re nothing but a sitting duck—

“Look out!” 

You twisted just in time to see him stabbed his blade into one of the rogues, killing them on the spot. Sunghoon’s movements were too fast for the naked eye to follow as he ducked . Your breath hitched. He was fighting for you. You jumped in, blade swinging. Your movements synced with his, despite how you’ve never fought on the battlefield with him before. However, there were too many of them. No matter how many you had cut down, more seemed to spawn from the shadows. 

One vampire managed to move past your defense, gashing your arm, drawing blood at the same time. You cried out as pain surged through your veins. 

And then, it happened. 

A flash of movement. 

A blur of black and red. 

CRACK! 

Sunghoon had stepped in front of you but this time, with claws pierced straight through his back. Your entire world came crashing down. His eyes widened in shock—not from the pain, but from the realization: he had protected you, like he always would.

“NO!” You screamed, slashing the remaining vampires with everything you had. Your weapon sang through the air, silver flashing in pure fury, until the vampires were finally dead. You dropped to your knees, casting your bloodstained blade aside and pulled him into your lap. 

“No, nono, stay with me, Sunghoon, please,” your voice trembled violently, hands shaking as you cradled him against you. His blood soaked into your jacket, sticky and slow, like time itself was trying to drag him away from you, inch by inch. 

His eyes fluttered open, unfocused and then settled on your face. “You’re… crying.” 

You let out a broken, teary laugh. Your tear droplets landed on his face but he didn’t wipe them away, no longer having the strength to do so. “Of course I’m crying, you idiot.” you sobbed, brushing blood-matted hair away from his face. “Why did you do that?” 

His lips quirked up but the smile didn’t last. 

“It… felt right,” he whispered. “Like something I couldn’t ignore. Like I had to… keep you safe.”

Your throat closed up. He may not remember you anymore but something in him still chose you. And that itself hurts worse than anything else. 

“But why?” You choked out. “Why did you have to be the one to save me?”

Sunghoon was growing cold in your arms. You clutched onto him tighter, trying to keep him warm. Trying to keep him here, not wanting him to leave. His gaze softened as his fingers, already losing strength, reached out to touch your face. You grabbed his hand, pressing them to your cheek instead, biting down on your lips to stifle the sobs. 

“Your voice…” He croaked out. “I remembered how you used to sing me to sleep when I was having nightmares.” 

You lowered your head, eyes squeezed shut as you tighten your grip on his hand.

“I don’t remember your name,” he continued, voice borderline trembling. “But I remember… how I loved you.” 

A sound cracked from your chest, something between a cry and a gasp. He smiled faintly, though his eyes were starting to lose focus. 

“You were mine.. weren’t you?” 

More tears rolled down your cheeks. Nodding your head, you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. “Always, and you were mine too.” 

His hand slipped from your cheek, falling to your lap like a leaf on water.

“Will I… remember you… when I wake up again…?”

You shook your head frantically. “Don’t say that—Sunghoon, no—don’t you dare—”

But he was already fading.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I promised I’d never leave you…”

You clutched him like he’d disappear if you let go. “Please don’t—please, Sunghoon, please—just hold on—!”

“But…thank you for loving me.”

There was no miracle. 

No heartbeat. 

No second chance.

Just silence. 

And then, the world collapsed. 

You screamed his name like the sound might bring him back, like the sheer force of love and agony could restart the heart that once beat only for you. But there was only the echo of your voice… and the boy who died in your arms, still trying to remember the name of the girl he loved.

~

The sky was a quiet gray, not stormy but heavy. It was like even the heavens knew silence was more fitting as compared to rain. Jungwon walked slowly through the overgrown path, hands buried in the pockets of his coat. A gentle gust of wind blew past, kissing his cheeks as he stopped before a pair of headstones that were resting side by side. The names had weathered slightly over the years, but he still traced them with a gloved hand, like it was a ritual. 

Park Sunghoon 199X – 20XX "To be remembered is to never truly vanish."

Beside it:

[Your Name] 199X – 20XX "She followed the stars, even when they led her into the dark."

The flowers he bought were fresh: simple white lilies. He laid them down carefully, brushing a fallen leaf from your name with a tenderness that made his throat tighten. 

“You always said you’d handle it yourself,” Jungwon murmured, crouching between the graves. “And you did.”

His gaze shifted to Sunghoon’s.

“And you proved her wrong... You weren’t just a vampire. You were still you.”

The breeze whispered through the stones like a sigh. He let out a quiet breath, sitting back on his heels.

“I think about you two a lot,” he admitted. “The way you looked at each other... even at the end. It was like the world could’ve ended and you still would’ve chosen each other.”

A slight pause. 

“I used to think we’re all just pawns in some cruel cycle,” Jungwon added. “But maybe... just maybe, love really can change something.”

He stood up slowly, dusting the dirt off his knees.

“I hope that wherever you are... you’re together now.”

The wind picked up slightly — a soft gust that brushed past his cheek like a whisper, like laughter carried from a distant memory. And Jungwon, for once, allowed himself to smile. Then, with one last glance at the names carved in stone, he turned and walked away.

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[flwrkid14]

The Tim Drake Heartthrob Conspiracy – Part 2: A Heartthrob with Loser Rizz

So, Tim Drake is Gotham’s newest heartthrob. Cool, right? Except, well… there’s one tiny problem.

For all the brooding good looks, the sharp jawline, and that mysterious allure that has Gotham swooning, Tim Drake has absolutely no game. Like, zero. Nada. It’s a full-blown mystery how this man, who looks like he belongs on magazine covers, can be such a disaster in the romance department.

It all started with his date after that iconic moment when he rolled into the Batcave in that tailored suit. Everyone expected the night to go smoothly. It was Tim, after all—Mr. CEO, Mr. I-Can-Run-A-Multi-Billion-Dollar-Company. Surely, that would translate to his love life, right?

Wrong.

The next morning, Dick was the first to catch Tim yawning over his third cup of coffee. “Rough night?” he asked with a knowing smirk.

Tim just groaned, “I fell asleep on the rollercoaster.”

Dick blinked. “Wait, you fell asleep? On the rollercoaster?”

Tim sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I hadn’t slept in two days, and it was… kinda relaxing? The adrenaline and all.”

And that was just the beginning.

Steph found out later that Tim had somehow managed to spill soda on his date twice—once while trying to explain a complicated merger (because who doesn’t love business talk on a date?) and then again when he tripped over his own chair. By the end of the night, his date probably thought she was being pranked.

Cass, being Cass, summed it up perfectly: “Tim is Gotham’s biggest heartthrob, but he’s also Gotham’s most awkward date.”

Jason, of course, had to weigh in. “This is the same guy who walked into a glass door because he was distracted by a text.”

Let’s not forget the infamous “flower shop incident.” Tim, trying to be romantic, went to pick up flowers before another date, but things quickly went south. How? Well, let’s just say, when you knock over five vases, trip into a display of roses, and end up covered in petals, it’s hard to look suave.

By the time the Batfam heard about that little misadventure, Damian had had enough. “Drake, how is it that you have the charisma of a plank of wood?”

Still, Tim doesn’t mean to be such a disaster. It’s just, well, life seems to have it out for him when he’s trying to impress someone. He once spent an entire dinner talking about the intricacies of encryption algorithms—his date didn’t even make it to dessert. And don’t even mention the time he thought bringing homemade spreadsheets to a movie date would be cute. (Spoiler: It wasn’t.)

Yet, somehow, despite all of this, the mystery of Tim Drake continues to deepen. People are still thirsting after him. The forums are still buzzing with talk of his “quiet charm” and “endearing quirks.” Even his awkward moments somehow manage to add to his appeal, giving him this relatable, down-to-earth vibe that no one in Gotham can seem to resist.

And so, the Batfamily remains baffled. Tim may be Gotham’s biggest heartthrob, but when it comes to actual dating?

He’s a disaster wrapped in a perfectly tailored suit.

[applepixls]

please join me in imagining:

a sitcom starring the 4 Gs with their creaking neighbour as a frequent visitor and everyone else as side characters we see a lot. and they have super powers.

just imagine, cleo is a necromancer who on the daily has to deal with her sassy zombies and hide them to avoid dealing with the issues of them being undead (fitting 2 extra people in their already cramped flat, taxes, insurance,,, grown up things.) scott is supposed to be super powered but all he does is turn into random barn yard animals impulse can teleport but its not its all cracked up to be (once he sneezed and got accused of robbing a bank) pearl just has a tendency to do dolphin elytra hopping in the living room cause she never has enough room in their cramped flat. ft. their silly neighbour bigb (appears about as much as the landlord in one day at a time if you're familiar.) shows up for family breakfasts and dinners, helps fix things and brings his silly little creaky guys as enrichment for scott when he wants to be something other than a chicken

their neighbours include: 3 college aged guys (who mostly put up with each other and start gradually liking each other better as the show goes on.) who live in the flat below them, one sleeps at any time of day and tends to slow time down to be funny, one runs really fast and freezes water he steps on and the third bounces high with glorified farts and owns a really fancy meat tenderizer. (and is cousins with their other neighbours including a violent ginger girl, a guy obsessed with fast and furious and a guy who seems to be stuck as a 1910s carnival barker-) their 3 upstairs neighbours who more or less keep to themselves and have pet birds, one of them has been asking the landlord if they can build a rooftop rollercoaster (in lieu of a garden) and can.. sit on stuff.. and punches really hard and you ouch if you punch him, another one celebrates every day he lives and is able to go invisible. the third struggles to keep the other two alive and is able to blind others in a vicinity and briefly vanish making her effectively an enhanced cuttlefish. (she is married to their downstairs neighbour and therefore spends as much time as possible in their flat instead of her own. wise choice) then there's the 2 neighbours who are really into roleplay? one of them is nosy and peeps through peep holes cause he can hear everything he sees, the other one borrows peoples identities (no harm done tho mostly just to raid his neighbours fridges without getting yelled at by their roommates) the snooper accidentally trash compactors himself trying to escape the carnival barker and the identity thief is now looking to move in with someone- finally, the main 4's mortal enemies, a guy with a fancy car who can jump on air and a girl who frequently has out of body experiences in which she can talk to the dead. they've recently adopted a silly guy with a waffle who does all of the above but only one at a time on a 6 hour or so time frame. he recently lost his roommates (both in trash compactor incidents, tragic really. one got too close and got eaten the other was leaning out the window trying to see where it was and fell out. self defenestration. rumour has it it was actually one of his buddies but that guy's innocent until proven guilty. these two are ironically now cleo's goons) and couldn't pay the rent himself so he's had to move in with the torettos

i would watch it

[norristrii]

THE BEST SOLUTION.

After your crash with Charles, he finds the best solution how to calm you down.

pairing. Charles Leclerc x fem! Red Bull driver! reader

warnings. cliché, me 🤝🏻 writing situationships, nothing just an inchident on the track, reader insulting Charles.

BEING A WOMAN IN THE HIGH-STAKES WORLD OF FORMULA ONE WAS ALREADY A BIG DEAL. The pressure to perform and prove yourself among the best drivers in the world was intense. But having something between friendships and relationship with Ferrari’s star, Charles Leclerc, made things even more complicated. You were sure you were more than ordinary friends, but it didn’t feel like relationship. The risks were high, it could cause problems for both your career and personal life.

Things got even trickier because you were also fighting for the championship with McLaren’s Norris. The two of you were not just competitors on the track; you were fierce rivals, both trying to win the ultimate prize. Every race felt like a fight, and every point counted.

This season felt like a rollercoaster for you. Winning a race made you feel on top of the world, but coming in second felt like a huge defeat. Many people started to dislike you because of your success. Maybe they weren't okay with a woman winning. The negative comments and criticism were hard to deal with, but you stayed focused on your goals.

You were disliked by many, but touched by none. The loneliness and isolation that came with your success were tough, but you found comfort in your situationship with Charles. The stolen moments, whispered conversations, and shared pressures made your bond even more special.

You were winning, you were losing, but never crashing. Your consistency on the track was unmatched, and you had earned the respect of many, even those who were initially skeptical of a woman dominating the world of Formula One.

Well, at least until Ferrari car sent you off track a few laps before the end. It was an intense race, and the competition was fierce. Your tires touched, and in an instant, everything changed. The impact was sudden and violent, sending you spinning off the track and out of contention for the podium.

Charles sent you off track.

Because his hand slipped.

The disbelief and betrayal hit you harder than the crash itself. How could this have happened? Charles, the person you had trusted and shared so much with, had made a mistake that cost you dearly. The disappointment and anger welled up inside you.

Of course, it was ruled an incident. Maybe you got too close, and in the high-speed chaos of the race, such things happen. But from your perspective, you saw it differently.

"Charles!" you shouted after him as you saw him walking into his driver’s room. The adrenaline from the race was still coursing through your veins, fueling your anger. You were already changed, but he wasn't. He was still sticky from all the champagne, holding his trophy for 3rd place. The contrast between your composed appearance and his celebratory one only heightened your frustration.

Your anger had been simmering since you jumped out of the car, and now it was about to boil over. The memory of the race replayed in your mind, each detail more infuriating than the last. The disbelief and betrayal you felt were like a knot in your stomach, and you had to confront him. You had every right to be mad, regardless of what situation was between you.

You slipped through the space as he was closing the door, determined to confront him. He didn't even look at you, and maybe that was what made you even angrier. "Charles, what the fuck was that!" you shouted, your voice echoing in the small room.

"I already said it was an incident!" he tried to defend himself, his voice rising in frustration. Yeah, it was an incident, an incident that might cost you the championship.

"Because your hand slipped?" you asked sarcastically, your anger boiling over. "Your hand can't just slip, you fucker!" The words came out in a torrent, each one fueled by the betrayal and frustration you felt. You hurled every swear word you knew at him, but he didn't seem to care about the insults.

He just looked into your eyes, the corner of his lips forming into a smile with every swear word you hurled at him. The sight of his relaxed face only fueled your anger further. "It might cost me my health! Or even worse, my championship!" you yelled, throwing hands.

But his expression didn't change. The calmness in his demeanor was infuriating, and it felt like he wasn't taking the gravity of the situation seriously. The frustration and betrayal you felt were overwhelming, and you needed him to understand the impact of his actions.

"Oh my god, Charles, why are you so—" Before you could even finish your sentence, he closed the distance between you and connected his lips with yours. The suddenness of the kiss took you by surprise, and for a millisecond, you wanted to push him away, to fight against the overwhelming emotions.

But then, you got lost in the moment. The intensity of the kiss, the raw emotion behind it, and the undeniable connection between you both melted away your anger. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you in that small room, caught in a whirlwind of passion and confusion.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a mix of emotions—anger, desire, betrayal, and love—all swirling together. The complexities of your situationship with Charles were laid bare, and in that moment, you realized just how much he meant to you, despite everything that had happened.

You pulled away, your breath heavy and your mind racing. The intensity of the kiss had left you reeling, and the myriad of emotions swirling inside you made it hard to think clearly. "What the fuck?" you said, your words much softer now, the anger mingling with confusion. The raw emotion in your voice betrayed the turmoil you felt inside.

"Just needed to shut you up somehow," he shrugged with a smile, his casual demeanor infuriating yet disarming at the same time. His confidence and ease only added to your frustration, but it also made your heart skip a beat. The conflicting feelings of anger and attraction made it hard to know how to react.

"Doesn't mean we are okay now," you pointed at him, crossing your arms defensively. The hurt and betrayal still lingered, and you weren't ready to let it go so easily. Your mind replayed the moment he sent you off the track, the fear and anger you felt in that split second.

"It does," he said, his voice steady and confident. The certainty in his words made your heart skip a beat, but you weren't sure if you could trust him again. His unwavering belief that everything would be fine only added to your confusion. How could he be so sure, when you felt so uncertain?

You had told yourself that maybe the championship isn't everything, but in the heat of the moment, it certainly felt like it was. The weight of the season's challenges and the pressure to perform had taken their toll on you. Winning meant everything—not just for your career, but for proving your worth in a sport that had been dominated by men for so long.

But now, standing there with Charles, his calm demeanor contrasting with your storm of emotions, you began to question if the championship was truly worth all the pain and anger. Maybe there were things more important than a trophy and a title.

[pritchard-says]

[Mason Pritchard makes his way through the early crowds at Watcher World, looking around. He hadn’t been here since before the incident, and he was trying to spend a day out to enjoy himself. He had a day off work, and he’d always liked Watcher World before.

Theme parks, rollercoasters- he’d always liked them. He felt a small sense of unease, but tried to cancel it down to nerves.

He would enjoy today. At least, he hoped so.]

[tinytinyblogs]

Why not? Just move in with me darling!

The moment they realize you're not where you belong

Hyung line, Maknae line

💬 Update again life’s been such a rollercoaster lately, with so many ups and downs. But through it all, I hope whoever’s reading this is having a good day. Sending you the warmest virtual hug! ❤️

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Han

Han's cheerful demeanor disappeared the moment you refused his offer. His usual bright eyes dulled instantly, replaced by something far more wounded—something far more dangerous. “You don’t love me enough, do you?” he asked, voice low, almost broken. You tried to explain, to make him understand, but he wasn't listening. In Han’s mind, love meant saying yes without hesitation, without conditions. And if you truly loved him, you would have agreed to move in without a second thought. That night changed everything. Gone was the playful, light-hearted boy you thought you knew. In his place was someone colder, someone who didn’t bother hiding his resentment. Slowly, without you even realizing at first, Han began isolating you from everyone you cared about. He called your friends bad influences, claimed they didn’t truly have your best interests at heart. When you tried to defend them, to stand up for the people who had been with you long before him, he didn’t argue. He simply stared through you, as if your words didn’t matter. Because to him, they didn’t. Bit by bit, he chipped away at your world until the only safe place left was him. The scariest part was how natural he made it all seem. He masked his manipulation behind smiles, behind sweet words, behind concern that seemed genuine.

He wasn’t cruel outright he was clever. Calculated. When isolation wasn’t enough, he escalated. Suddenly, Han grew sick. Or so he claimed. At first, it was minor headaches, fevers, dizziness. Enough to make you worry, to make you drop your plans to be by his side. Then came the injuries. A twisted ankle. A fall down the stairs. Incidents that always happened when you mentioned leaving, always just serious enough to make you stay a little longer. You knew, deep down, something wasn’t right. But every time you tried to pull away, he would look at you with wide, pleading eyes, as if his entire existence depended on your choice. One evening, as you sat by his bedside, wiping a cool cloth over his forehead after he claimed another fever, he reached for your hand. His grip was weak, trembling, but unrelenting. “Stay,” he whispered, voice cracking with emotion. His thumb brushed over your knuckles in a desperate, shaking rhythm. “Because I can’t… If you go, I don’t think I’ll survive.” The words burrowed deep inside you, heavy and suffocating. How could you walk away from him now, when he looked so broken, so fragile? How could you live with yourself if something happened to him? And that was exactly what Han wanted. Not your love freely given but your love trapped by guilt.

Felix

At first, it seemed like he accepted it. When you told him you didn’t want to move in with him, his bright smile faltered, dimming like a light being slowly snuffed out. His eyes glazed over with something close to quiet distress, and for a moment, you almost regretted your decision. Almost. “Okay,” he said in a low, flat voice, the sound so soft it barely reached your ears. It wasn’t angry or pleading. It was... disappointed. But more than that, it felt final, like he had heard you and accepted it. You wanted to believe that. You needed to believe that. But you were wrong. The next day, you came home from work, exhausted and ready to collapse into bed only to find the door to your apartment unlocked. Panic spiked in your chest as you rushed inside, only to be met with a sight that made your stomach churn. He was there. In the middle of your living room, wearing that same bright, sunny smile you thought you had crushed just yesterday. Except now, it didn’t feel sweet it felt wrong. All around him were boxes. His boxes. His clothes. His books. His life. unpacking into yours. You stood frozen, watching him hum to himself as he arranged his things neatly around your apartment like he belonged there, like he always had.

When he finally noticed you, he didn’t look guilty. He didn’t look apologetic. He looked happy. “Finally,” he said with a grin that lit up his whole face. He dropped a stack of books onto your coffee table like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Since you didn’t want to move in with me,” he continued, stepping closer to you, “I decided to make it simple.” You opened your mouth, but no words came out. He didn’t seem to mind. He closed the distance between you, his hands brushing your arms in a touch that should have felt comforting but instead made your skin crawl. His smile softened just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “I moved into your apartment instead,” he said, as if it was the most obvious, reasonable thing in the world. His voice was full of affection, the kind of devotion that could suffocate. “Well, after all,” he whispered, his forehead nearly touching yours now, “you should be near me, shouldn’t you, sweetheart?” You could feel the walls closing in, feel the invisible cage snapping shut around you. Because deep down, you knew this wasn’t a compromise. This wasn’t love. This was ownership. And you had just become his favorite possession.

Seungmin

Seungmin raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable, voice calm eerily so. “That’s not the right answer,” he says, as if he had already predicted your response but was quietly hoping you’d choose differently. There’s no anger in his voice, no raised tones, just a firm finality that sends a chill through you. It’s not a warning it’s a confirmation. He knew you’d resist, but he also knew what he’d do next. Because Seungmin doesn’t argue. He acts. He is methodical. Brutal, even. When things don’t go his way, he doesn’t sulk or beg he simply takes control. And when you said no to moving in with him, he didn’t plead or ask again. He simply let it hang in the air, gave you that look that said everything without words. A look that said, You’ll regret this. And then darkness. You wake up suddenly, the world blurry and your head pounding. There’s a sharp pressure behind your eyes, a dull ache that throbs with each beat of your heart. You sit up slowly, confusion spreading through your foggy mind as you take in your surroundings. This isn’t your bedroom. It’s far too neat, too cold yet familiar in the worst way. Your things are here.

Your favorite hoodie, your toothbrush on the sink, your books stacked beside his. It’s all been arranged around his apartment like you’ve been living here for weeks. But you don’t remember a single moment of coming here. You blink, trying to make sense of it, and then your eyes land on him. Seungmin is sitting just a few feet away, relaxed, watching you with calm, patient eyes. There’s no guilt in his gaze, no shame. Only satisfaction. “How do you feel, darling?” he asks, his tone gentle, almost affectionate. “You’re home now. Don’t worry. Home sweet home with me.” He stands, taking slow steps toward you. There’s a slight smile playing on his lips, not quite warm, not quite cold. Just... certain. “I hope you understand now,” he continues softly, as if he’s giving you a life lesson instead of terrifying you. “When I say something, I mean it. You belong here. With me. And when you don’t listen…” He leans in, voice dropping lower, more intense. “Well, I’ll make sure you do.” You freeze, heart racing. Your instincts scream at you to run, to scream, to fight but something about his composure is paralyzing. There’s no chaos here. No mess. Just his quiet obsession. And it hits you. You didn’t move in with Seungmin. He moved you in.

Jeongin

Jeongin’s lips form a soft pout the moment you refuse him again. It’s subtle, almost boyish, but the glint in his eyes betrays something far more dangerous simmering beneath the surface. He doesn’t react violently, not yet. He just stares at you for a beat too long, his jaw tight, as if he's holding something back. Then, with a forced smile, he lets it go, for now. But he doesn’t stop asking. Day after day, the same question lingers in the air like a ticking clock. “I just want to keep you safe. Is that so bad?” he says with a calm voice, but there's a tension in it that unsettles you. At first, you try to laugh it off, brush it aside, pretending it’s nothing serious. But he keeps pushing, keeps repeating it like a mantra. Eventually, the persistence wears on you. It becomes suffocating. You snap. “I already told you I’m not moving in with you, Jeongin! Why won’t you just drop it?” The words hang in the air, sharp and unforgiving. And in that moment, something in him shifts. It’s subtle at first just a twitch in his brow, a slow exhale through his nose. But then his smile fades, and the real Jeongin steps into the light. The one he’s been trying to hide.

The one you've been lucky enough not to meet, until now. “I see,” he says softly, voice low and flat. “So that’s how it is.” Before you can respond, he moves. In one swift motion, he grabs your wrist tight enough to hurt. His grip is no longer gentle or playful. It’s demanding, bruising. His eyes no longer hold warmth or affection, only obsession and frustration. “How many times do I have to tell you to move in with me?” he growls, shaking your arm as if trying to rattle the resistance out of you. You try to pull away, but he’s already dragging you toward the corner of the room where a few empty boxes sit, boxes you hadn’t noticed before. He kicks them harshly, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot. “Pack your stuff. Now.” His voice is cold, unrecognizable. “Don’t make me do it for you.” You freeze, heart pounding, breath caught in your throat. The boy who once spoke sweetly to you, who claimed he only wanted to protect you, is gone. Replaced by someone who sees your refusal not as a choice, but as a challenge. And challenges don’t end well with him. In his mind, you’re not rejecting him. You’re just resisting what’s inevitable.

[reignpage]

Stairs or Brooms?

10:45am By Y/N

Good morning Students of Eden!

The last week has been hectic, certainly a rollercoaster none of us remembered getting on, but we sure don’t want to get off. 

Or do we?

Since according to an informant, who will stay anonymous, a cheerleader and a member of Omega Phi were getting it on behind the old stairwell of the Psychology building. 

Sound familiar?

Well, that’ll be because it isn’t the first time a cheerleader has taken a wild ride behind some stairs. 

You’ll remember a campus-wide email sent in June of last year detailing the complaints members of the cleaning staff reported on ‘mysterious remnants staining’ the floors and walls which they found ‘extremely difficult’ to clean out. CC’ing the coach of the cheerleaders, none of us missed the implication. Ending with a reminder of the Code of Conduct we all agreed to upon acceptance of our offers, the good people of EdenU were left wondering, who were the culprits creating these stains?

Having conducted a poll, linked here, there ended up being no majority consensus on what it could have been, but a sizeable number of the student population, and beyond (thanks to the people of Eden City, much love), theorised it was ‘liquids of love’, as a Holistic Health researcher put it nicely. 

We never did get an answer. 

Until now?

Another informant kindly entered the Psychology building with a magnifying glass and pipe -- two fundamentally important ingredients to a good snoop -- and investigated for us. Their exploration led to a discovery of a used condom. 

That’s a present he’ll never forget. 

Though, I don’t recall if they ever reported what they did with it. Let’s just hope it isn’t a repeat of BlueToothGate — it still gives me nightmares. 

Now we have two incidents of inappropriate uses of stairwells, is it still too early to wonder, what is it about stairs that gets people going?

Perhaps it’s the curves of the bannister as it rounds over the corner, or is it the creaking of the third step that drives people wild? 

It’s entirely possible that we’ll see a rising trend of stairwellphilia and I, for one, cannot wait. 

Speaking of Philias, the rumoured cousin-lovers both named Phil, after 78% of you voted, have been sighted once more. This time in the broom cupboard of the Literature department. Was it a moment of convenience or something more?

Is there also a rise in broomphilia?

Should we be concerned?

Will the school ever make a stand?

So many questions but only one certainty:

We say NO to cousin-love!

Or, at least, 52% of us did. 

I do not want to know why it was such a close call. But I’m sure you’ll tell me anyways in my Insider’s Line.

On to more pressing matters; how is our List looking this time?

Drum roll please….

Gojo stays at number one!

Anyone surprised?

Before someone starts, no, I am not biased. The number of confessions regarding him are staggering and that has not changed, only grown, since he entered the fold. 

Having thrown yet another smashing bash, this time in Genesis Park, the president of Alpha Phi Delta secured his spot as the most desired man on campus. People reported the utter genius of using the skate ramps as beer pong tables and his quick thinking to hide the beloved pug mascot of our rival, Eden Met, down the slide. 

The picture taken by his friends cuddling the adorable puppy in his shirtless arms has, I’m sure, been printed out and pasted on every surface of many girl’s bedrooms. 

No judgements here. 

The silent but deadly man of campus, lovingly known as Hot Nerd Nanami, has risen up the rankings after many months of stagnation at 13th to 4th after he was seen abandoning his frumpy blue sweater in favour of a plain white tee. Boring and basic on anyone else but downright scandalous and drool-worthy on the physics student.

As some people have confessed, this is the most bare we've ever been able to see of him. Is it the beginning of a new era?

Or was it just laundry day?

Whatever the reason may be, we are sure glad it happened.

Apart from the usual, one other interesting change in our List is Vice President Sukuna’s rank — having been at 5th last time, he’s been bumped up to 2nd. And it wasn’t because of a shirtless picture he posted on Insta, for once.

No, this time, there are videos circulating the Bulletin which displays him, in the background of Gojo's disciplinary hearing, eyeing someone up and down like they were the tastiest wagyu around. This is the most daring, most expressive, most human? we’ve ever seen our star basketball player. 

But just who was bringing that out of him?

Send in your guesses, people!

It’s time to play our favourite game:

Who Are You Looking At?

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Some people wanted to see a example of Toji's reader's writing so I busted one out for y'all x

Not proofread btw

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

[We went on shopping (it didn’t go well)] - TF141*F!Reader

not a chapter actually just a rambling, it's kinda messy and not my style imo, pls feel free to skip this etc. might rewrite this shit when I have time since I’m busy with my job these days and I just accidentally sliced my thumb open making it difficult to type, hence not much to provide sorry :( and the weird stranger incident in the latter part did happen irl damn it’s creepy af, but I was the one telling them to fuck off tho (they harassing my cute friend RAGE)

Summary: You sigh when it's the fifth time someone fights in your poor tea shop this month. You just open it two months ago, in an area ruled by mafia called '141'. Maybe you should find their boss and give them money or what to stop the bullshit keeps happening in your shop. (well, here they come)

Mafia!TF141*F!Reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

After your car graduates from its car life in about a week, congratulations, the poor shelf accompanies you since your college life is finally undone, fragments spreading across the floor making you shout Mama and mourn for its graduation.

You don’t have a car right now, so when Gaz offers to drive you to buy a new shelf, you agree to his suggestion without a second thought. Yet when the day comes and you open the car door, only to be greeted by the wide smile of Soap and Gaz, you almost slam the door close in reflex.

“Okay, but why do all of you come together? this isn’t an elementary school field trip!” You gawk at them when you squeeze in the car.

“Sounds fun, how can ye not tell us?” 

“Gaz I thought you could seal your lips!”

“Sorry love, Ghost exchanged it with some goodies.”

Oh yeah, Ghost is sitting in the driver’s seat.

Wait, he’s sitting in the driver's seat?

“Goddamnit—“ Your scream dies out on your tongue when said man puts his foot down. 

Ghost does a good job at providing you the same experience as riding a rollercoaster, glad that you didn’t throw up in the car and arrived at the warehouse without dying. If he's your Uber driver, you will give him five stars and block the hell out of him. 

You hop out of the car and walk to the door. As the automatic door parts after sensing your presence, you feel much better when the cold air of the store. Nice a.c. is one of the important features of a nice store, and you already built a fondness for the warehouse with how refreshing the chilly air is inside.

The first area welcoming you is food. Not bad, 6 out of 10 if it needs to be precise. Gaz pushes the cart and follows you as you saunter to the aisle with cereals.

“Oh, they have my favorite brand.” You murmur to him as your eyes travel across the price tag.

Wait, you must still be dizzy because no way it’s 30% cheaper than the same one you just bought from the supermarket.

“Kyle, it says it’s 3 pounds, right?!” pointing at the tag, your voice raises a whole eight-tone with excitement.

“Yes?”

“Good.”

5 boxes of cereal are added to the cart. 

Actually, 9.9 out of 10 for this place, you fix the evaluation as you watch Gaz putting some of those ten bags of chocolate Ghost and Soap dump into the cart back on the shelf, and as a little revenge to Gaz for letting the other two men join the trip without you knowing, you choose to turn a blind eye when you spot Ghost sneaking all of them back in the cart.

Not forgetting the primary goal for today, you go straight to the furniture area after letting Soap throw five packs of gummy bears in the cart and convincing Ghost not to get a cup of tea from the random tea shop. You’ll make a much better one for him when you get home — you coo when he stares at you with unhappy eyes not covered by the mask, glad that he seems to accept the idea, so he huffs and lets you drag him and Soap out of the food area.

“You should buy this.” 

“Ghost I don’t need a green shelf in my shop thank you.”

“Then ye should buy this bonnie!”

“That’s not even a goddamn shelf, Soap.”

“How about this?” 

Your eyes brighten up when Gaz shows you a wooden shelf, it’s stripped-back, with not many decorations, but it surely will fit wonderfully into your store with its aesthetic vibes and high functionality, thus you pick up your phone to type down the product number immediately.

“Oh my, Kyle, you’re the best.”

and you’re too busy typing the numbers down that you don’t notice him shooting the others a taunt of victory.

The last area before the cashier’s counter sets a bookshop. You don’t plan on buying books, but you indeed need to go to the bathroom, so you dismiss yourself and tell them to look around before you’re done.

Why are the bathrooms always hidden in a bloody long hallway? What if someone can’t hold back during their way? Your footsteps echo through the corridor as your mind starts hitting you with a fresh and unnecessary question, glad that you aren’t that urgent though, so you’re able to get to the destination without wetting your pants.

Washing your hands, you step back to the hallway again, but you yelp in surprise when you bump into someone.

“Sorry!” You nod at the man and start heading back to the bookstore.

but it’s weird, the man you just bump into walks so close to you, that you suddenly realize he’s just a step behind you.

Hey, don’t panic, might just coincidence, you try to tell yourself as you make another step.

“Hey, lovely.” Okay, it’s not a coincidence, fucking hell. You curse when his hand touches your shoulder and stops you.

“Sorry for bumping into you, Sir. Anything that I can help?”

“No, I’m waiting for you to separate from the blokes for a while can’t ask for your phone number when they surround you like dogs.”

“I don’t give strangers my number, sorry.” You try to leave, but the man’s hand grabs your shoulder forcefully preventing you from moving.

“Hey, give us a chance yeah? I’m sure we will have some nice time together.”

“I don’t fucking know you!”

Prying off his hand, you turn and start walking fast, almost running when you hear the stranger’s footsteps coming towards you.

Fuck fuck fuck, you haven’t run with such desperation in years, last time must be high school.

“Who the fok are ye arsehole?”

The tears prickling in your eyes when you hear Soap’s voice ringing in your ears before you feel a pair of warm hands drag you behind him.

“Ghost and Soap will deal with him, let’s go.”

Adrenaline pumping through your body finally subsides when Soap and Ghost reappear from the hallway, you don’t want to know what happened to the stranger, maybe hope they’re still alive and in one piece so you won’t involve yourself in another chaos, 

“I think it’s time to go home, Kyle. Is it okay?”

“Of course, wanna grab some food before we leave?”

“I guess Ghost already bought sufficient chocolate for us.”

A burst of laughter catches your attention whilst Gaz looking at the cart with bags of chocolate stuffing under your cereals with disbelief, and a smile crawls back to your lips as you look at Ghost slamming his forehead against a lower door frame and Soap laughing over him.

They aren’t that bad, maybe, or they reserve the remnants of tenderness for you, you’re not sure whether is correct, but at least they have your back when you need them, and that’s enough for you to stop exploring the answer for now.

“Oh.” A book gets knocked off when you shift to stand up. Turning around to pick it up, you have a good look at the shelf behind your seat.

Your eyes dart from ‘Today’s recommendation’ to the book within your grasp.

‘Surrounded by idiots — by Thomas.’

You will rate this recommendation 10 out of 10 for sure.

After insisting on paying yourself and shooing the men off, you take out your card and place it on the scanner.

‘Insufficient balance :( please try again’

You frown when the machine shoves you a nuh-uh, and you open the bank app to check your balance.

So you overspent 10 pounds huh? What a shame to your title for being a successfully financially broken adult. Which link loses and makes you make a wrong shopping decision? 

you scan the list of items with sharp vision until you land your eyes on a product.

Surrounded by idiots - £ 10.61

Ah.

a/n: thx for reading :D sorry it's messy and unlike my previous writings :( hope I can have time to write again btw Price went on business trip so he's missing everything

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[cut-the-camera]

Crashing as Liam Lawson's boyfriend

Liam Lawson x Male! F1 Driver! Reader

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of car accidents, hospitals, injuries and a brief mention of vomit

You and Liam spent nearly every day together, you raced against each other by day but absolutely adored each other everywhere else.

It wasn't something he really worried about too much, he knew in the back of his mind that it was dangerous but he'd had clips himself and watched you get into little scrapes before so he was never too worried about one of you getting hurt

The two of you do little things like kiss for luck and tell each other to be safe but he never really considered why you did those things, they just felt right to do

That was until one weekend. When your car screeched against the concrete, spinning like a rollercoaster, slamming into the barriers making the whole area stand still and silent for approximately two seconds before shit went crazy

Fans gasp, commentators panicked and engineers flapped about instantly getting on the radios to order the drivers away from the incident

The engineers likely made the decision to not even tell him who it was at first that had crashed in the interest of his own safety because if they had have told him he likely would have momentarily lost control of the car

"Red Flag! Liam Red Flag!"

"Yeah okay what's going on?" He asked, already on edge, slowing down significantly.

"Uh there's been an accident"

"Is everyone alright?" there's an eerie silence on the other side for a moment prompting a second question from Liam, "hello?"

When they deemed it safe to tell him he flipped, having to be held in the garage to stop him from rushing out to find you

if he saw it happen or was anywhere near he nearly instantly gets out of the car to rush over to you even if doing that got him disqualified or fined an obscene amount of money

While waiting for news from the medical team on the track, he was physically sick in the garage because he was so nervous, bringing everything he ate before the race back up, likely on the shoes of some poor Racing Bulls engineer.

He bit and chewed his lip until it bled, clasped his hands in a silent prayer and just kept whispering to himself, 'please be okay please be okay'

If the crash was the fault of anyone other than you, they immediately got chewed out, it doesn't matter who it was, another driver, your engineer, your fucking manager for all he cared he just needed to yell at someone to feel like he was protecting you.

If it was a team problem or some kind of neglect on someone's end he is absolutely not quiet about it at all. He calls out everyone he possibly can whether that's in interviews, on twitter or just to some fan that stopped him from an interview even if he's advised against speaking about it

He doesn't quite know what to do with all of the fear he has so he just starts screaming at anyone who will listen to him whether it's their fault or not

"Are you fucking stupid?! You could have killed him you fucking bastard!"

"Liam calm dow-"

"DON'T TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN!"

He doesn't cry, not until the two of you get home and then he finally lets himself break. Tears rolling down his cheeks as he tells you just how scared he was to lose you

He doesn't let you go for the rest of the night at all, constantly asking if you're alright or if you need some water or if you feel dizzy or-

"Liam I'm fine," you had to insist as he fluttered around you in a nervous state

If you're too hurt to come home and end up in hospital, that's when he starts bawling. He's at your side holding your hand, watching the rise and fall of your breath to prove to himself that he hasn't lost you yet

He stays by your side the whole time, holding you hand, resting his head on your chest and cursing at every nurse that even tries to get him to leave you

The two of you watch cars in bed while you recover with him holding you just that little bit too tight to make sure you don't leave his side

He worries about you pushing yourself too hard, urging you to take time off if you need it and take ti easy in training but you're highly unlikely to listen to that (he will lovingly scold you if you end up hurting yourself even more)

He'll help you with anything that you need whether that's just some encouragement after you confidence took a hit or something more serious like helping you with tasks if you broke something and with physical therapy treatments if your injuries were that bad

When you did eventually return to the track, there were a lot more kisses for luck and 'please be safe's' before races and he held you for just a few seconds longer before you both went your separate ways to the garages

AN: Hello!! I've recently developed a raging crush on Liam so expect a few more of these fics. Apologies for being radio silent for a while, I have been busier than I have ever been in my life with all the film projects I've been on but hopefully I'm going to have a lot more free time now!!

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Against All Odds part 2

The GIFs are not mine; credit goes to the respective artist/creator.

Summary : After the ‘incident’ on the gym with Bucky, now you had left with some unanswered questions about your relationship with him. You decided to confront him about it.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader (No mentions of body type or ethnicity other than the reader being female)

General tags : Slight smut and pure angst

TW: Strong language, Masturbation (f), Hurt, Heavy angst, Bucky an asshole

Word Count: 7k

A/N : Hey there! Guess who's back? This is the long-awaited Part 2. My apologies for the delay; I've revised the plot about three times to ensure its genuinely angsty. It's about to get tougher before it gets better! Get ready for the emotional rollercoaster!

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

If you like my story, please go check out my other stories here

These are the aesthetic for part 2 (solely for visual representation of what going to happen on the story, this meant no representation for body type or ethnicity)

You were panicking as someone could see you in such state, strangely, Bucky seemed unfazed, his expression steady despite the unexpected interruption. Then, your heart skipped a beat as the doorknob turned.

The person outside attempted to open the door, but they couldn’t. Relief flooded you, thank God Bucky had locked the door. "Is someone in here? You know you can’t lock the door," the voice outside the room chastised, followed by insistent knocks.

"Fuck." Bucky muttered, frustration etched on his face. "Who's interrupting us now?" He released you from his embrace, standing up abruptly. "We need to leave." His hand found yours, offering support as he helped you to your feet.

Your legs felt wobbly, but Bucky steadied you as he handed over your clothes. "Here," he said, helping you slip into them. "Put these on."

Bucky was about to pulled up his pants, when he saw your panties in his hand. A mischievous smile formed on his lips. "Hold still."

Confused, you questioned, "What are you doing?"

He playfully stuffed your panties into his pocket. "I'm keeping these as a little souvenir."

"You can't just take those!" you protested, your face flushing with embarrassment.

Bucky simply shrugged, his expression unapologetic. "Sure, I can," he said, enjoying the playful banter despite the urgency of the situation.

Before you could retort, the voice from outside grew more impatient. "Hey! I can hear you in there. I'm coming in if you don't answer me," it warned, the threat clear in its tone.

Bucky's expression changed, growing serious as the sound of keys jiggling reached his ears. With a swift nod, you both understood it was time to make your escape.

"We have to go. Now." He said, ushering you towards the other exit, his arm protectively wrapping around you. "Just keep quiet."

You finished putting your clothes back on. Bucky held onto you as he walked across the room, looking for your shoes. You were about to put on your shoes, when you heard the same person call out. You could hear he was picking keys to opened the door.  

Bucky glanced over at the door. "He’s going see us. We should go."

But you halted his hasty retreat, pulling him back toward you. "Bucky, wait," you said, you blushed. "I don't think I can walk." You admitted.

He grinned, a look of pure male satisfaction on his face. "Here hop on," he turned his back to you. "I'll give you a piggyback ride."

"What? No, that's embarrassing." you protested, even though you really did need help walking.  You felt stupid for feeling so excited, but the thought of being carried by him, made your stomach flutter.

Bucky was persistent. "C'mon, I’ll carry you." he motioned for you to climb onto his back.

"Bucky... I don’t know...," You argued, blushing as you looked down at the ground.

"Oh, please." Bucky scoffed. "I can bench press 500 pounds without breaking a sweat. You weigh nothing to me." He reassured you, his arms outstretched as he bent down.

"Fine," you gave in. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hopped onto his back. Bucky hoisted you up, wrapping his hands underneath your thighs.  "This is kind of weird."

"You better hold on tight." He grabbed your shoes with him and went to the back door. "Ready?"

“Yeah.” You tightened your arms around him.

Then you remember, "Wait! I haven't got my phone. It's still on the floor." You protested.

Bucky groaned in exasperation. "You know, that's what's going to get us caught."

"Yes, but then they’ll know it was me in here. Turn around and grab my phone.” You ordered him. He did as you told him even though he wasn’t happy about it, gabbing your phone from the floor.

Bucky started walking towards the door. The sound of keys were being turned, it looked like he found the key. "Hurry, Buck!" You said to him.

"Don't worry, I'll get us out of here."

He pushed the door open and stepped out. You had made it halfway through the alleyway when you saw someone coming. "Shit, run."

Bucky bolted down the alley, with you holding onto him. You both were safe until you reached the elevator, and then you could relax. Once you inside the elevator, Bucky kept you perched on his back. He refused to let you go until the doors closed.

Are we good now?" you asked, your voice still tinged with the adrenaline from the escape.

"Yes," Bucky answered. "We're good now."

"You can put me down now, Bucky." You suggested.

"You sure?" He looked back at you. "You're not as heavy as I thought." 

"Gee, thanks," you muttered sarcastically, rolling your eyes at his attempt to lighten the mood.

He chuckled softly as he carefully lowered you to the ground. You reached up and felt how your hair had become all tangled. Your lips were swollen from his kisses. And you couldn't even begin to imagine what your eyes looked like.

"Thanks for the ride," you said, a weary smile gracing your lips as you recalled the unconventional piggyback escape.

"Anytime, doll," Bucky responded with a hint of amusement, his relief palpable.

You smoothed out your clothes and fixed your hair. You leaned against the wall, catching your breath.

"Hey," Bucky said, his voice softening as he placed a hand on your shoulder, his eyes searching yours. "Are you okay?"

You offered a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." However, curiosity crept into your voice, "But earlier, when we were... interrupted. Who was it?"

Bucky hesitated before admitting, "No one, I was just messing with you."

A wave of relief washed over you upon hearing his words. You  stood next to each other, neither one of you saying a word. The air between you was heavy, but not uncomfortably so. You were glad you had finally slept with him. You had wanted it for a while now, but he was so hard to read.

You wondered what happened now. Would things be awkward between the two of you? Would he pretend like nothing happened?

You were about to break the silence when the elevator door slid open, interrupting your thoughts.

"After you," Bucky said, offering a gallant gesture, indicating for you to exit first.

"Thank you," you replied, stepping out of the elevator. Bucky followed you, and you both began your walk down the corridor in the direction of your room.

In the midst of the silence, Bucky took a deep breath, as if mustering the words he wanted to say. "Listen, Y/N."

You turned to him. "Yes?" you responded, ready for the conversation you knew was coming.

However, as Bucky was about to speak, Steve entered the compound, heading down the same hallway toward both of you. A twinge of frustration shot through you as you silently cursed Steve for his untimely intrusion, just when the conversation appeared ready to take a more serious turn.

You couldn't help but wonder, 'What is he doing here?' as your irritation simmered beneath the surface.

"Y/N, about—" Bucky started again, his words cut off as you held up a hand.

"Hold that thought," you interrupted him, your gaze fixated down the hall where Steve was approaching.

"What's wrong?"

"Steve's coming," you replied, your irritation evident. The interruption was untimely, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at the universe's sense of timing.

Bucky followed your gaze, and his face fell as soon as he saw his friend. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath.

You both watched as Steve drew nearer, his pace slowing down as he approached you and Bucky. "Hi, Buck," Steve greeted his friend, patting him on the shoulder. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he glanced over at you, then back at Bucky. “I thought you left hours ago."

"I did, but I had some stuff to take care of," Bucky replied swiftly, his expression unreadable. You sensed an immediate shift in Bucky's demeanor, a return to his cold, distant self in the presence of his friend.

You were about to question Steve's unexpected presence, considering he was supposed to be on a mission with the rest of the team. However, Bucky voiced the query before you could. "Has the mission ended? Where’s everyone?"

Steve nodded, his expression serious. "It hasn't, but I had to drop something off, and I'll be heading out again soon," he explained. "Mostly things had been wrapped up, just one last loose end."

"Alright, good to hear," Bucky said, acknowledging the update.

Steve's brows knitted together, his lips curving into a frown. "You look a little disheveled. What were you doing?" he asked, his suspicion evident in his tone.

"We were training," you chimed in, your voice steady, a lie slipping from your lips without hesitation. The lie rolled off your tongue with ease, and technically, it wasn't entirely false – you and Bucky had indeed been ‘sparring’ earlier.

"Oh, I see." Steve nodded, seeming satisfied with your explanation. "I'm glad you're getting some one-on-one time.”

"It was a pretty intense session," Bucky replied, his tone flat, his eyes avoiding Steve's scrutinizing gaze. You couldn't help but conceal a smile; indeed, it had been an incredibly intense workout, but not in the way Steve was imagining.

Steve raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Well, alright. As long as it was a good workout," he said, his tone carrying a hint of suspicion, although he ultimately seemed to dismiss his concerns, not pressing further.

Steve then turned his attention to you, his expression laden with guilt. "Y/N, about the mission..." He hesitated, clearly burdened by a sense of responsibility, though you knew all too well there was nothing he could have done differently.

Your patience wore thin, not this again, you thought, feeling your mood sour. "It's okay, Steve," you said, your tone carrying a hint of annoyance. "I know it wasn't your fault."

Steve managed a smile, though the unease lingered in his eyes. "Thanks, but I still feel responsible."

"Drop it, Steve. It really wasn't your fault," you insisted, your tone firm.

Sensing the conversation wasn't going anywhere productive, you decided to retreat to your room, especially now that Bucky seemed to have reverted to his usual self and showed no intention of continuing the discussion you'd been having.

"Well, I guess I should get going. See ya later," you said, offering a half-hearted wave before making your exit. As you walked away, a sense of disappointment settled in your chest.

You could barely walk, your thighs aching as you began to walked away. Unbeknownst to you, Steve's eyes followed your limping form, "What the hell happened to her?" he wondered aloud, his concern evident. You blushed deeply, hastening your pace in an attempt to avoid further scrutiny.

Overhearing Steve's question, Bucky replied, his tone nonchalant, "Don't know."

Once you made it to your room, you sighed in relief as you closed the door behind you. You flopped down on the bed, burying your face in the pillow.

"I can't believe we just had sex in the gym," you mumbled to yourself, your voice muffled by the soft fabric of the pillow. Replaying the events in your head, you couldn't help but wonder about Bucky's behavior. "Why does he act differently around the team and then like this with me? What's his problem? Does he want me, or does he not want to be seen with me? Is he ashamed of me?"

You're worried that the whole "fuck and don't talk" thing is going to be the new thing. You couldn't help but wish it wouldn't happened in the future. It was great sex, but it would be even greater if there were actual feelings involved.

"What do I do?" You asked the pillow, knowing the inanimate object wouldn't respond. Exhausted from both the training session and your ‘sparring’ with Bucky was tiring you even more, you decided to take a nap, planning to contemplate your next steps once you had some rest.

The nap was short-lived when a soft knock echoed through the room. You rolled over in bed, and then you heard, "Y/N, are you asleep?" Wanda's gentle voice seeped through the door, causing you to frown as you sat up.

Recognizing it was Wanda, you got up from your bed and opened the door. "Oh, sorry, you were indeed asleep," she remarked, noticing your hair messed up. "I apologize for waking you up."

"I wanted your help," she said, her fingers fidgeting as she sat on the edge of your bed. "Vision's birthday is in two days," she explained, leaving you wondering how this concerned you. "And I want to give him something nice."

You let her finish, nodding in understanding. "I want to buy him this present, but I'm embarrassed," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

You furrowed your brow, trying to grasp her dilemma. "Embarrassed?" you prodded, waiting for her to elaborate.

"I've never been to a sex store, I've never bought... you know... that sort of thing before. I thought if you could help me, it would be a bit less awkward," Wanda confessed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

You were taken aback by her request, feeling both bewildered and unsure how to respond. "A sex store?"

She blushed deeper, her words tumbling out in a rush, "Well, Vision and I have been experimenting, and we've tried a lot of things. There's something new I want to try-"

"Wait, wait, wait," you interrupted, raising your hand to stop her. "I don't want to know any details.” You put a hand on her shoulder. "What you do with Vis is your business, and I'm glad that you're both happy."

You continued, your confusion apparent, "Wanda, why are you asking me to help you? Why don't you ask Natasha?" You hesitated, admitting your own unease about the situation. The idea of going to a sex store was equally embarrassing to you.

"I trust you," Wanda said earnestly. "I love Natasha, but sometimes she's too wild, you know? She'd probably buy me something that would end up on the Pornhub." Her reasoning made sense, and you recalled Natasha's tendency to be overly candid about her sex life.

"Besides," she added, "Natasha's on a mission, and she won't be back in time. By the time she and Vision return, it'll be too late." Her plea was both desperate and hopeful, and you couldn't help but empathize with her situation.

"Why can't you just go alone?” You inquired, trying to grasp her hesitation.

"It’s too embarrassing.” Wanda admitted, her eyes dropping to her lap. "People recognize me, and I'm worried about what they'll say, what they'll think." She hesitated before continuing, "I mean, people don't recognize you."

Ouch that hurt, but you knew what she meant.

Wanda quickly realized her blunder. "Y/N, I'm so, so sorry. I-I didn't mean it like that. You had a mask with your costume, and your name is a secret, so... I'm just nervous. I'm sorry," she apologized, her tone filled with regret.

You chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. "It's fine, I get what you mean," you reassured her, rubbing the back of your neck. "I don't like the idea of people recognizing me either."

There was a brief pause as you considered her request. "Um... I don't know, Wanda. It's not really my area," you said, hesitant about getting involved in such a personal matter.

"Please, Y/N. It would really mean a lot to me. I'm nervous about going by myself. I've never bought these kinds of things," Wanda pleaded.

You were about to decline her request when she dropped a bombshell. "I wasn't going to use this on you, but you leave me no choice," she said, her tone taking a sly turn.

"Uh, okay? What did you see?" you asked, frowning in confusion.

"You and Bucky," she smirked, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "I know all about the secret affair."

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard her words. Trying to maintain your composure, you feigned innocence. "What secret affair?" you responded, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Wanda continued to wear that knowing smirk. "I saw you and Bucky in the gym," she added, not letting you off the hook.

You swallowed hard, feeling your pulse quicken. "Oh, we were just sparring," you said, attempting to provide a reasonable explanation, though your voice sounded weaker than you had hoped.

Wanda gave you a look that said, 'Yeah, right.' "Sure, you were.” She continued to smirk, “If by mean sparring involving his tongue down your throat and his dick in you.”

Your eyes widened, and you stammered, "Wh-what?” Trying to play it off coolly, you added, “You must be mistaken. We didn't..."

Wanda chuckled, her amusement evident. “Don't lie to me. Bucky's eyes met mine." She teased, her playful demeanor breaking the tension in the room. She continued, "and you, my friend, looked so fucking hot."

You blushed harder, but you felt a bit proud, "Well, you can't blame me. Bucky's so hot and so damn sexy, he can make any girl go weak in the knees."

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts, focusing on the more pressing issue at hand. "But seriously, how did you see us? Why aren't you on the mission? But Bucky said no one else entered the gym today." A flicker of confusion crossed your face as you recalled the locked door. "How did you even get in?"

Wanda chuckled, her amusement undeniably genuine. "Relax, you're like a storm of questions. Let me break it down for you." She leaned in conspiratorially, her eyes glinting with mischief. "First, the mission? Turns out, I'm a bit too unpredictable for Tony's taste. He thinks my powers might mess up the plan. So, here I am, stuck in the compound."

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Tony Stark's cautious approach. Your sympathy for her situation grew.

"And about the gym door," she continued, her tone casual, "well, that's where my power come in handy. I can open any door with a wave of my hand and step right in, undetected."

"I'm sorry," you said sincerely. "About the mission, I mean. I couldn't go either. Maybe that makes you feel a bit better."

Wanda offered you a warm and forgiving smile. "No need to apologize," she said, dismissing your apology with a wave of her hand. Leaning in closer, her tone took on a mischievous edge. "Now, let me continue," she said with a sly grin. "I was getting ready for my gym session earlier, and then I heard some interesting sounds coming from this room. I peeked in, saw you and Bucky having a heated argument, and I was about to step in."

You squirmed in your seat, mortified by her revelation.

Wanda continued with a sly grin, relishing the opportunity to tease you. "And then... he kissed you," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "and I instantly knew things were about to get intense. It was quite the show by the way,"

Your face turned various shades of red as you tried to process her unexpected presence during such an intimate moment.

She chuckled, her tone playful. "But here's the kicker, after Bucky noticed me, he didn't bother slowing down. He kept on kissing into you, while he was looking at me. That's when I decided it was my cue to make a graceful exit.”  

You were taken aback by that revelation. "Wait so you only saw us kissing? You didn't see what happened next?" you asked.

Wanda raised an eyebrow and nodded. "That's right, just the kissing. But the way you were moaning, I had a pretty good idea of where things were headed."

You hid your face in your hands, unable to shake the embarrassment that had washed over you. "Wanda, you witch!" She was playing you so good. She was just guessing about it. If you played it cool, maybe you could salvage the situation. After all, Wanda didn't know the extent of your involvement with Bucky.

"What? Am I wrong?" she said, grinning slyly.

"Maybe?"

"Liar, I know I'm not." She said. “Now I know you fucked each other.” she concluded, raising an eyebrow mischievously, thoroughly enjoying the newfound power dynamic.

"Okay, we were caught in the act," you sighed, defeated. You blushed a little, "What are you going to do about it? Tell on us?"

"I'm not going to tell anyone about you lovebirds, if that's what you're worried about," Wanda assured, her expression surprisingly understanding, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Your embarrassment surged again, "Lovebirds? We're not..." you began, attempting to deny any romantic involvement.

She cut you off with a knowing grin. "Oh, please. I've seen enough romantic tension to recognize it when I see it. And you two? Well, let's just say, your 'sparring session' was more intense than any training I've witnessed."

"But it was probably a one-time thing." You tried to sound nonchalant, but even you knew it was a stretch. "That's just physical attraction. Nothing more."

"Really?" Wanda gave you a skeptikal looks. "It looked like there was something more going on between the two of you than just fucking. I saw the way he looked at you when no one was looking. It was different. Like you were his. Like he didn't want anyone to touch you, and you were his and only his."

"Wanda, are you serious?"

She nodded, "Yes! I know there's something more between you and Bucky, and I also know you have feelings for him, too."

You hesitated for a moment before admitting, "I don't know... we haven't talked about it." You sighed, "I don't think he wants more than just sex, anyway."

Wanda gave you a confused look, "Are you serious? Did he tell you that?"

You shook your head slowly. "Well, no, not really. He hasn't mentioned anything, and it's not like we've had the chance to discuss our relationship."

"Well, I'm not supposed to tell you this. Bucky will kill me if he finds out, but I'm going to say it anyway," she confessed. You chuckled inwardly, the most powerful Avenger, being cautious of Bucky.

Intrigued, you leaned in closer, your curiosity piqued. "What's going on?"

Wanda continued, "He told me not to tell you that I saw you two kissing because he didn't want you to worry about it. And when I asked where you were, he said you were probably sleeping, and I should let you be."

"He said that?" You felt your heart swell. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

Wanda nodded, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Yes, and that's why I'm sure there's more to it. I can see it in his eyes. I know he has feelings for you."

"He does? How did you know?"

"Y/N, I know people. I can read his mind if you want, but that would be an invasion of his privacy," Wanda explained, her tone reassuring yet firm.

"Yeah, of course. I won't let you do that," you quickly responded, appreciating her respect for boundaries. "But thanks, Wanda. I appreciate you telling me."

"Now, let's go back to my problem.” she said, steering the conversation back to her original request. “Come on, Y/N, please help me go to the sex store.”

You hesitated, considering her request. Then an idea struck you. "How about we just order online?" you suggested. "That way, neither of us has to go near the place. We can discreetly make the purchase online."

"That does sound like a better plan," she nodded eagerly. Then, with a hint of desperation in her voice, she added, "But, please, make sure it's addressed to you and not me. I really don't want anyone to know I made that purchase," she implored.

You raised a valid concern. "What about me? People will still find out if it's shipped to me."

Wanda leaned in, her voice low and reassuring. "But they don’t know your real name, Y/N. No one knows except us and the Avengers."

You sighed, feeling a mixture of annoyance and reluctant agreement. "Fine," you conceded, rolling your eyes. "It will be addressed to me. But please, Wanda, promise me you will keep your mouth shut."

"Of course, Y/N, you can trust me. I won't breathe a word to anyone," Wanda assured you with a genuine sincerity. "Your secret's safe with me, I swear."

Relieved, you allowed a small smile. In response, she beamed, pulling you into a tight hug. "Thank you, Y/N! You're the best person ever!" she exclaimed, squeezing you with enthusiasm.

You chuckled awkwardly. "You're welcome, I guess." Returning the hug, you hoped that your decision wouldn't lead to unexpected complications.

She broke the hug, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'll send you the link later," she said, her tone tinged with excitement. Rising to her feet, she continued, "I'll leave you to rest now. You must be exhausted after your workout, aren't you?" She smirked knowingly, her gaze flickering towards the door, "And I bet Bucky play a big part on it too, didn't he?"

"Shut up." You grabbed a nearby pillow and playfully tossed it at her. She dodged it with a laugh before heading towards the door.

"Bye, Y/N," she called out, her voice fading as she exited the room.

Rolling your eyes, you couldn't help but smile at her audacious attitude. She was certainly something, and you knew this secret shopping mission of hers was bound to be an adventure.

You stepped into the shower to get rid of the smell of sweat. The water hit your back and you felt so relaxed, your hand trailed down between your legs, you thought about how good it felt to have his cock inside of you, how he fucked you in the gym.

You stepped on the shower to get ride of the smell of sweat and sex that Bucky left you with. When the cold water touched your skin, it brought you back to the real world.

"Ow! Ow! Shit, shit!" You said under the shower and quickly turned it into warm water. "I forgot how much this place is always cold." You whispered, and began washing your hair and body.

Now you felt relax as the water fell on your head and back. The memory of the moment that happened not even an hour ago played on your mind, like a movie. 'That's right doll, take my cock' and the sound of his low and raspy voice echoed on your head.

Your hand trailed down your body, and when you got to your pussy, you rubbed your clit. "Fuck" you hissed.

You could feel your arousal growing as you started fingering yourself. You leaned your head against the shower wall and moaned his name. You thought about how good it felt to have his mouth all over your neck and body.

The water was hot and steamy, but not enough to cover your moans. Your breathing was ragged and uneven. You imagined it was Bucky who was there with you, touching you. You closed your eyes and tried to recall every detail of the encounter.

Your fingers were now deep inside your pussy, pumping hard and fast. You could still feel his tongue on your clit, licking and sucking. You knew he liked to watch you squirm.

You could feel your orgasm building, the pressure in your stomach was getting stronger and stronger.  

"Cum for me, doll." He whispered in your ear.

"Bucky! Fuck!" You screamed. You arched your back, your eyes rolling back. Your whole body shook with pleasure, waves of pleasure coursed through your veins.

You stood under the shower and breathed deeply. You didn't want to move, the hot water felt nice against your skin. But eventually you got out, wrapped yourself in a towel, and walked to the mirror. "God, look at that" you said, examining your neck.

There was a hickey where Bucky had sucked on it, and another one on your chest. It was too obvious for the others to see, but you didn't mind. You enjoyed it, and the memory made you smile.

As you saw yourself smiling like a fool, you slapped your cheeks lightly, "No, Y/N. Get a hold of yourself. You are not doing this again." But you knew you wanted to do it again.

As you dressed and settled on the bed, your phone chimed, and you saw Wanda sent you a link. Tapping on the link and the site appeared on your phone. You saw a variety of different vibrators and dildos and other stuff.

You tapped on the vibrator and it was in different colors. Black, red, pink, purple, etc.

"Oh wow." you breathed, your eyes widening as you scrolled through the available choices. As you delved deeper into the product descriptions, your intrigue grew.

'Great for solo or partnered play, its shape is flexible so it can be inserted easily, the base is wide enough so it won't slip out and the curved end is made to hit your g-spot, this vibrator is the best and you can't go wrong with it, you will always get pleasure and will leave you satisfied.'

You scrolled through the page, your eyes widening at the sheer array of options. " Jesus Christ, there are so many," you muttered, marveling at the variety.

You didn't know what to pick. So, you decided to take a screenshot and sent it to Wanda.   "Wanda, I'm so confused. Which one should I pick?" You texted her. "What kind do you want? The purple one? Or the black and white one?"

Her response came swiftly. "Get both, also the lingerie. Oh, and make sure to get some lube, I need a lot for the toys," she texted back.

"Damn, Wanda, I didn’t know you were such a naughty girl," you mumbled to yourself, amused by her boldness.

"Ugh, gross, I’m going to need therapy after this," you quickly replied, feeling a mix of amusement and horror.

"And I need to bleach my eyes after seeing you two," she replied, her response laced with playful sarcasm.

You chuckled and continued browsing the website. "So much stuff. How can people use all these? Is this the kind of thing people use?" You whispered. You couldn't help but wonder which ones Bucky might enjoy.

There was this one that caught your attention. You clicked on the image, the vibrator popped open, and a description appeared. It was an eight-inch g-spot vibrator and anal vibrator with a remote control. It was a dual action toy that stimulated both the vagina and the anus.

'This 8 inch dual action toy is an ultra powerful vibrator that delivers powerful stimulation to both the vagina and the anus. The soft and silky material makes it a perfect beginner's toy, and its strong motor and wide bulbous tip makes it great for experienced users too.

With a curved end that will hit your g-spot and an insertable length of 8 inches, it's sure will give you a powerful sensation and will leave you screaming in pleasure. It also has a strong motor and 15 different speed and vibration patterns.

This toy is also waterproof, so you can enjoy it in the bath or the shower.'

Then you saw a video of a woman using it. The sounds were really loud and it sounded like it was being used for the first time. "How can she handle all that noise? It sounds like a jet taking off." You thought, watching the video.

Wanda's text jolted you back to reality. "Have you picked the items yet? I'm waiting," she inquired, her impatience coming through.

"Yeah, I already put them in the cart. I'm about to buy them."

"Okay, thank you! Good night!" she messaged, her excitement palpable.

"Good night," you responded.

Exhaustion began to weigh on you, your eyelids growing heavier by the moment. You were utterly spent, and as you settled into the comfort of your bed, sleep swiftly claimed you.

The next day, you woke up early, your throat was dry, scratchy, and sore. Part of it was Bucky's fault, he fucked your throat too rough hitting the back of your throat.

He's a beast.

You then recalled, ‘you loved choking on my cock huh?’ As Bucky's dirty words rang in your ear. You had to admit, that was the best blow job you've ever given. You didn't know why, but something about the fact that he was using your mouth for his own pleasure excited you. You found yourself wanting to please him.

"Fuck." You groaned, burying your face in the pillow, the darkness soothing your sore eyes.

You walked into the kitchen to get some water, you took the bottle of water from the fridge and drank it. You wondered if Bucky stayed to keep an eye on you and Wanda since now both of you were considered as a threat.

You still haven't discussed about what happened with Bucky. What's the relationship now? Were you just fuck buddies? Was that one-time thing? Or does he want more? Your heart raced at the thought of having more with him, you've never been in a relationship before, but with him? That sounds amazing.

After finishing your water and tossing the empty bottle into the trash, you decided to pay a visit to Bucky's room. However, when you arrived, you found his bed empty. Disappointment washed over you, and you wondered if he had been called away on a mission.

As you exited Bucky's room, you bumped into Wanda. "Morning, babe," she greeted you cheerfully.

"Hey, Wanda. Have you seen Bucky?" you inquired.

"Yeah, he's in the gym," she replied with a knowing smile.

"Great, thanks," you said, feeling a renewed sense of hope. You exchanged a few quick words with Wanda before she set off for the market to gather supplies for the day's meals, and you headed off to find Bucky. Wanda wished you luck before parting ways.

You went to the gym to see Bucky. When you reached there, the gym was empty, there was no one there.

“Bucky?” you called.

"Yeah?" His response came as he walked out, wearing only a towel. Despite the serious conversation on your mind, you couldn't help but steal a glance at the way his abs looked after the shower, water still dripping down his torso. "What's up? You good?" Bucky asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay.” You said, clearing your throat in an attempt to regain your composure. "Just wanted to talk."

"About?"

"Us," you said, meeting his eyes. "About what happened last night." He had an unreadable expression, the look on his face didn't make it seem like he was happy about this conversation.

Bucky let out a sigh, his face expressing a clear desire to avoid the topic. "Y/N, can we not? I'm not in the mood." He began putting on his clothes, his movements brisk and uneasy.  He clearly uncomfortable with the conversation at hand.  

But you couldn't let it go. The events of the previous night hung between you, an unspoken question begging for an answer. "No, Bucky, we can't just ignore it. I know things have been weird between us," you began, "What does it mean for us? I mean, is it going to happen again?"

He ran a hand through his damp hair, his jaw clenched. "Y/N, stop." He warned, his tone growing stern for you to drop the conversation.

You sighed, looking at him with sad eyes. "Why are you doing this? Why do you keep pushing me away?" You asked, your voice determined, refusing to let the matter rest.

"I don't want to talk about this." he hissed, his patience fraying as he continued to dress, his movements becoming more agitated. "I have important stuff to do right now, so no."

"I want to know why the fuck you're acting this way!" you snapped, getting frustrated with his behavior. "Stop being a dick and just tell me. Are we going to do this again or what? What does this mean for us, huh? Is it a one-time thing or something more?” you demanded, raising your voice.

"God damnit Y/N! Just fucking stop! What's wrong with you?!" He yelled, his frustration boiling over. "Just fucking leave.”

Your heart sank, but you refused to back down. "No, not until you explain what our relationship is now," you insisted, your voice steady, though your hands trembled with the intensity of your emotions.

His glare could have frozen hell over, his eyes radiating cold anger, "We are not in a relationship. We have nothing. Do you understand? Nothing." he stated bluntly, his gaze piercing through you as he threw his duffle bag to the floor in a fit of frustration, its contents spilling out.

The look in his eyes...there was no emotion there. Just the cold stare of someone who no longer cared, and it felt like a stab to the chest. "You want to talk? Fine. Let's fucking talk. We fucked, that's it. It was a fucking mistake.”

The impact of his words hit you like a bullet to the chest. You felt a lump form in your throat, choking back the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. "What…?" holding his glare as you tried to mask the hurt in your expression. This was worse than any outcomes you had ever imagined.

"A mistake, Y/N. I shouldn't have done that. It was a bad idea. It happened because I was stressed and needed to release some steam." His voice growing colder, "it was the only thing that got my mind off of everything.”

The finality of his words sinking in. “It was a fucking mistake. You happened to be there and I happened to be horny. We fucked. End of the story. Nothing else. Now fucking leave."

You had expected this to be just a one-time thing, and you thought you could handle that. But what he said was far worse, leaving you feeling utterly devastated, the weight of his rejection crushing you.

 "I just happened to be there for you to fuck? To release your steam? You think of me that way?" You asked him.

He remained silent, refusing to look at you, his gaze fixed on the floor. Why were you still standing here, allowing him to strip away your dignity? Yet, a part of you desperately clung to the hope for an answer.

Every word carved a deeper wound into your heart, yet you pressed on. "No, I need an answer," you insisted, your voice growing more desperate. "Was it just sex?”

He met your question with a nonchalant shrug, his indifference cutting deeper than any rejection. "That's all it was. Yes."

"So, it meant nothing, I'm just another girl you fucked?" you asked, the pain in your voice evident as you tried to make sense of his words.

He continued to re-packing his bags, "What more do you want me to say, Y/N?" he retorted, his anger rising once again. "That I made a mistake? That I fucked up? That I regret it? There, happy? Or do you want to hear me tell you that I used you?"

Your heart broke into a million pieces as the truth of his words struck you like a hammer to the chest. You had given your heart to him, only for him to break it. You couldn't speak, could barely breath.

"It meant nothing to me, Y/N," he continued, his voice filled with disgust. "It was a moment of weakness, and it should never have happened."

You wanted to scream, to lash out, to strike him, but instead, you stood there in silence, unable to move. Bucky's words were like daggers, piercing your heart, leaving a deep wound that would never heal. You felt numb, the pain and betrayal too much for your body and mind to handle. You knew that you would never be the same, that a part of you would always be broken.

"I thought we had a connection." You asked, your voice small, the tremor betraying your vulnerability.

His response, devoid of any sympathy or remorse, struck like a knife to your heart. "Well, you were fucking wrong. You're a fucking mistake, Y/N. You should have known better than to expect anything from me. Now get the fuck out of my sight."

The finality of his words was a slap to your face, the sting of his rejection leaving a deep, jagged scar across your heart. You would never forget his words, or the way he looked at you, his eyes filled with hatred and disdain.

You couldn't comprehend why he was acting like this. Was this the real him? He was cold, emotionless, completely different from the person you thought you knew in the gym, making you question whether the person who had shared that passionate moment with you was real.

You should've known better. You shouldn’t listen to Wanda on the first place, her suggestion was ridiculous and it led to this mess. Your heart was broken, the pain was unbearable. You were alone.

You had no one.

But the rawness of the rejection stung. It was time to leave, to salvage what remained of your wounded pride and self-respect.

"Fuck you, Barnes.”

"You already did, sweetheart.” You saw a slight smirk, “Unless you want more, I can give you that. You have a body to die for.”

Fed up with his disrespectful attitude, you turned to leave, your hand gripping the doorknob. However, something compelled you to turn back and confront him. As you faced him again, you noticed his gaze lingering on you, catching a flicker of something in his eyes, perhaps regret? But then, his expression hardened once more returned to its cold, distant state.

Summoning your strength, you said, "You really know how to hurt people, Barnes."

Bucky's response was laced with bitterness and self-awareness, acknowledging the pain he had caused, "I know, I'm a master of it." He said without looking at you with expression that you couldn't quite read, as if he wanted to say something more. Yet, he remained silent.

The room grew quiet, a heavy silence settling between the two of you, neither one willing to speak first. After what felt like an eternity, you averted your gaze, your eyes glistening with unshed tears, and whispered your farewell. "Goodbye, Barnes." With that, you turned on your heel and walked out, the door slamming shut behind you, the sound echoing the finality of the moment.

As you left the gym, your steps heavy and your heart heavier, the weight of the emotional wounds settled in. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you made your way back to your room. There, behind a locked door, you allowed your emotions to spill out. You collapsed onto the bed, your sobs echoing in the room. You didn't know how long you cried, but it was enough time for your head to hurt. You wiped your tears, feeling the exhaustion set in.

Bucky was mean, he was really mean. You thought he had changed but apparently not. Not anyone was capable of changing. As you cried, you made a silent promise to yourself: you wouldn't let him hurt you again.

E/N : I apologize for leaving you hanging with another cliffhanger, but I didn't want to make Part 2 too lengthy and risk boring you. I acknowledge it might not be as good as Part 1, and for that, I apologize. Rest assured, I'll make it worth the wait in Part 3 (I promise)! On a positive note, who's excited for the groveling trope? I certainly am! Get ready for some intense moments! intense moments ahead!

All the sub-plot with Wanda will start to make sense in Part 3 as it intertwines, and you can expect some moments of jealousy and possessiveness from Bucky as well.

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PURE ATTRACTION | JJK | TATTOO ARTIST

Pairing: TattooArtistJungkook X NaiveReader

Summary: "I shouldn't be watching a man undressing, especially not from the house next door."

Warning: more religion 😬 depression, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi appear. Jungkook in a towel 💦👅 finally a kiss (things from here happen quickly.) ATTENTION, THIS STORY IS NOT SLOWBURN.

A/N: Guys, I took a while this time for reasons of: laziness and discouragement. I wanted more people to read what I write, but I'm introverted even on the Internet, which leaves me with few alternatives to show my writing to the world. Thinking about it, I'm in trouble. Other than that, only a few days have passed, so everything is fine. Back to the story, everything starts to pick up pace. Just to repeat, the fanfic is not slowburn, so there will be smut in the next chapter. Stay tuned.

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Chapter 3

I spend the whole week riding an emotional rollercoaster. I find myself visiting my neighbor, Mrs. Jeon, more frequently than usual, and with each visit, our friendship blossoms deeper. She shares stories of her youth, of wild adventures and carefree days when she was my age. Her openness encourages me to share my own experiences–or rather, my lack of them. I recount my first disastrous kiss, confess that I've never been in love, and reveal how my once unshakeable faith in the church has wavered since my father's passing. I feel a weight lift off my shoulders; here, I am free to be imperfect, to be vulnerable, without fear of judgment.

Yet, there's one thing I keep to myself: the incident with her son, Jungkook, and the profound effect he has on me. Throughout all my visits, I never see him again. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I casually ask Mrs. Jeon where he is. She tells me that he moved and rented an apartment to avoid being a burden. He only spent the first night at home after his trip, and I remember that night well–from my window, of course–but I don't mention it. Disappointment settles in me like a stone; I long to see him again, but I focus on his mother instead. Having her to confide in is a relief, a breath of fresh air in my otherwise stifling life.

I patiently wait for her to open up about her own struggles, her depression, but she never does. I worry that I might know something I shouldn't, that perhaps she's not comfortable sharing with me. But I promise myself I'll keep her secret safe, no matter what. Today is Sunday, and I won't visit Mrs. Jeon since I'll see her at church. I'm excited–despite my mother making unnecessary comments and disturbing my peace of mind, I'll have someone to rely on.

I smooth down my dark brown dress, fixing my messy hair. I dab a bit of lipstick on my fingertips and press it onto my lips, careful not to overdo it. The truth is, I enjoy makeup, but I've never learned how to apply it properly. I feel embarrassed drawing attention to myself with bolder colors; after all, people are used to my lack of vanity. I sigh, steeling myself as I head downstairs to meet my mother.

She hasn't stopped talking about Jungkook. Unlike me, who had a good first impression, she despises him. She criticizes everything: his eyebrow piercing, his bold style, his tattoos, even the way he carries himself. I can't help but wonder if she accepted the dinner invitation just to analyze him, searching for flaws that exist only in her mind. She's been friends with Misuk since moving to town, and I want to believe–perhaps naively–that my mother doesn't have ulterior motives.

We arrive at church early, the space quiet with only a few members milling about. My mother drifts away to chat with the older congregation, and I find a seat, taking a deep breath. I scan the room for Mrs. Jeon but I don't see her. Since it's still early, I'm not too worried. I take a moment to read the Bible, reflecting on positive thoughts when I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder. I turn, and there he is–Jungkook, smiling brightly. I frown, almost convinced he's a mirage. Am I daydreaming?

"Hi Y/N, are you okay?" he asks softly, his lips brushing almost against my ear. His intense gaze locks with mine, and I'm relieved to be sitting down; my legs feel weak in his presence.

"Everything's fine," I reply, my eyes dropping to my fingers. I want to engage him, ask about his week, inquire how he's been, but the words stick in my throat. It's as though I can't act normally around him. I take a deep breath, mustering the courage to comment, "I didn't know you attended church."

"I don't," he laughs, amusement dancing in his eyes. And rightly so; considering his clothes–a heavy leather jacket, shaved sides, and a wavy fringe–it's sexy but definitely not what you'd expect at church. "I haven't been since I was a kid."

"Really? Why?" I ask, genuinely curious, my gaze drawn to his eyebrow piercing, oddly captivating.

"I didn't feel welcome," he replies simply. There's no bitterness in his voice, and I understand all too well what he means. My mother, for example, was the first to judge him based on his appearance, and I can only imagine how difficult it is to feel at home in a place where you're not embraced.

"I understand," I say, unsure of what else to add. "So, you came here to give it another shot?"

"No way," he chuckles. "Actually, my mom mentioned you two planned to meet at church today."

"That's true," I confirm.

"Unfortunately, she can't make it today. She's not feeling well."

"Is she okay?" My concern surfaces immediately.

"She's fine, don't worry. Just a headache, and she took some medicine. She'll be better soon," he assures me, his hand lightly touching my shoulder. I can't help but notice how warm and gentle his touch is. I shake my head, trying to divert my thoughts from Jungkook's hands to anything else.

"I'm relieved to hear that," I smile, noticing the church is starting to fill up.

"I'm actually inviting some friends over to my apartment, and I wanted to know if you'd like to join us," he says, brushing his fingertips against his ear, a bit shy. I'm taken aback; I didn't expect this invitation. He wants me to come over with his friends?

"And why?" I ask, surprised. It's been a while since we last saw each other, and we haven't talked much even then.

"I like you. I want you to come so we can have fun."

"If this is some kind of payment, or something like that... you really don't need to." I reply, not believing it. I don't have friends, and the thought that he wants to be with me and the people he likes seems absurd to me.

"It's not that. I'm even a bit offended." He jokes, smiling. "I really want you to come, please."

"Jungkook... I don't know."

"I swear they're nice. Every time I'm in Busan, we hang out. They're trustworthy, I promise."

"I can imagine," I reply, still hesitant. I'd have to leave church, skip the service, and ask my mother for permission to go out with him, and of course, she wouldn't allow it. No way. It's not that I don't want to; I desperately want to spend time with him. That's been on my mind all week. "I don't think it's possible; my mom..."

"I know," he interjects, as if he anticipated my response. "But what if, just this once, you say you are going to my mom's? We could say I'm taking you there when in fact, you're coming to my apartment."

"Are you asking me to lie to my mother in a church?" I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it. He shrugs, grinning.

"God knows it's just once," he replies confidently, pouting slightly. "What do you say? Later, I can take you to my mom's whenever you want, or you can stay at my apartment since I have more than one room. You set the time and conditions."

"Jungkook..." I groan, covering my face with my hands. The thought of lying to my mother, especially to go to a guy's house, sends a wave of anxiety through me. If she finds out, I'll be in big trouble.

"Come on! It'll be fun. I promise," he pleads softly. I can't say no to him, at least not now. I nod, agreeing to the madness.

"Okay, but you're the one who's going to talk to my mom. And if I say I want to leave, you agree. No alcohol because I know you drive. Those are my conditions," I assert, trying to sound firm. He smiles and salutes me, like a soldier receiving orders, and I slowly get up, taking small steps toward my mother. I let Jungkook lead the way, my nerves creeping back as I prepare to tell a lie in this sacred place.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Eunji. Good afternoon, everyone," he greets my mom and the other church members. My mother looks utterly shocked, her eyes nearly popping out of her head as she takes in his appearance.

"Good afternoon, Jungkook," she replies, lacking enthusiasm, her gaze scanning him from head to toe. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to do a favor for my mom," he clarifies, and if I didn't know better, I'd almost believe him. "My mom asked Y/N to keep her company since my dad will be out of town for a few days. I came to pick her up."

"Really?" my mom looks at me, and I don't say anything, just nodding.

"It's true. My dad went to Daegu this weekend, and since my mom hasn't been feeling well, she asked Y/N to spend time with her. If you allow it, of course," he smiles calmly, and I brace myself waiting for my mother's response. I watch her weigh her options, glancing between Jungkook and me for what feels like an eternity before she sighs and nods.

"Alright, that's fine. Is your mom feeling okay?"

"Yes, she's getting better. Can we go now?" he asks, a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Yes, you may go," my mom sighs, placing a hand on her forehead. "It's a shame you're missing the service today, Y/N. Next week, you'll definitely come, okay?"

"Yes, mom, for sure," I agree weakly, clearing my throat and avoiding her gaze, still stunned that she let me go to Jungkook's house. Well, not his house, but is practically the same thing.

"Shall we go, Y/N? My mom is waiting," Jungkook says, raising an eyebrow. I nod, still silent, as we make our way toward the exit.

Some people stare, especially the older members, who seem shocked by Jungkook's appearance–too conservative, in my opinion. Somehow, the situation feels even funnier. Once we're sure no one can see us anymore, I burst into laughter, clutching my stomach. Jungkook chuckles too, exhaling as if he's just finished a tough exam and is finally free.

"Your mom is tough, huh?" he laughs. "I thought she was going to kill me with her eyes."

"Sorry," I say, still giggling a little. "She's like that with everyone."

"Even with you?"

"Even with me," I nod. "What do we do now?"

"Now, we go to my apartment. My friends have the key, so they're probably already there."

"Don't tell me they're all guys," I groan, suddenly anxious. I hadn't considered that he might not have any female friends, and I'd be the only girl at the apartment if that were the case.

"No, relax! I have female friends too. You'll like them," he assures me, walking toward a sleek black car parked across the street. I know nothing about cars, but I can tell this one is expensive. I feel out of place, acutely aware that Jungkook lives in a different world, one that's far removed from my own.

The tension in the car is palpable as we drive. The ride feels like it takes forever, the windows closed, and I'm intoxicated by his scent. I discreetly watch his large hands on the wheel, the way his long fingers tap rhythmically against the leather seat. I have to swallow hard to keep from drooling over him. I'm starving–not for food, but for him. All week, I've yearned to be near him, to touch him. I think I'm suffering from a Jungkook overdose, craving something I haven't even tasted yet.

I ponder whether he's aware of the effect he has on me, but I like to believe he hasn't noticed. It's easier that way. I breathe slowly, attempting to relax in my seat. It takes another ten minutes before Jungkook opens the gate to a condo with a small remote and drives in slowly. His car fits the place perfectly. Everything is stunning and upscale. I glance at my clothes and regret agreeing to come. Why did I say yes? I don't know his friends, and I don't know Jungkook that well, aside from the overwhelming attraction I feel toward him. What do I actually know about him? That he's a tattoo artist from Seoul? That he's rich and hasn't set foot in a church since childhood? I feel like I've walked into a situation that's spiraling out of control.

"Hey, Y/N, are you okay? You went quiet all of a sudden," he asks, concern etched on his face.

"I'm fine. Just feeling a bit strange," I admit.

"Why?"

"I don't know," I confess, omitting my paranoid thoughts. "I always feel like this in new places."

"I get that. I feel that way too," he tells me as we step into the parking elevator. I follow him, digesting this new revelation.

"You seem so confident and social," I comment, genuinely amazed. His big eyes meet mine as the elevator rises, floors passing by in a blur.

"I know, it seems that way. But in reality, I'm quite introverted. I have a small circle of friends and prefer it that way. I just fake it really well," he shares, and I find myself wanting to know more about the person behind the confident exterior.

"Really?" I ask, intrigued.

"Yeah," he nods, his expression earnest.

I try to respond, but the elevator stops on a floor, and Jungkook smiles at me, indicating that this is the right place. I feel one of his hands gently touch my waist, guiding me to a white door. I have to take a deep breath to keep from freaking out, my sweaty, trembling hands hidden in my pocket. I hear different music from the other side of the door before the place fully opens up to us.

"Hey, he's here! Finally, Jungkook!" I hear a male voice. It's a guy around Jungkook's age, I realize as soon as we walk in. His hair is a dark red, and his skin is pale and smooth. It's no surprise that his arms are covered in tattoos, drawings and phrases I can't read so far away. He also watches me closely, smiling warmly.

"Guys, this is YN, the one I told you about," Jungkook introduces me with a smile.

I turn red because there are at least seven people staring at me from head to toe. The apartment is well-kept, with dark wooden furniture. The living room is immaculate, with abstract paintings and photos of Jungkook and his family on the walls. I don't have much time to take everything in as my eyes focus on Jungkook's friends, who are strangers to me so far. Saying they're different from me would be an understatement.

They all have many tattoos and wear dark clothing. I sense an aura of confidence from all of them, but never hostility. It's as if they're very similar to Jungkook, with a completely different exterior from their inner selves. I relax a bit, smiling warmly and putting on my best expression.

"Nice to meet you all," I say, feeling a bit shy. They stand up and smile at me.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Yoongi. That's my girlfriend, Minji," says the red-haired guy, pointing to the woman who just smiles. I offer my hand, feeling his cold skin from the beer bottle he was holding earlier.

"I'm Bora, and this is my boyfriend, Jimin," one of the dark-haired women greets me next, pointing to her boyfriend. They're a good-looking couple, the kind you see in magazines. Jimin has the brightest and most open smile.

"Nice to meet you," I nod.

"I'm Taehyung, but you can call me Tae," one of the guys says, taking a sip of his drink.

"I'm Yoori, Tae's girlfriend. Nice to meet you," she winks, making me laugh.

"And I'm Hayun, the only single one in the group," one of the girls shakes my hand, pulling me into a hug. She kisses my cheek, making her presence increasingly noticeable.

"Hayun, you're only single because you want to be, come on," Bora rolls her eyes. Hayun laughs, grabbing a snack from the coffee table.

"I like being single, except when I'm surrounded by couples. Especially couples like you guys."

"Do you have a boyfriend, Y/N?" Jimin asks. Embarrassed, I shake my head.

"No," I reply. They seem surprised, making noises with their mouths.

"But Jungkook is single too, right?" The guy with dark hair says, drinking his beverage. I thinks his name is Tae, if I remember right.

"And I want to keep that way." Jungkook replys.

"Of course you do." Yoongi laughs along with his friends, rolling his eyes. I remain silent, not understanding the joke. Then Yoongi looks at me and seems to notice my confusion. "Y/N, Jungkook never dates. The only time he tried, it went so wrong that now he doesn’t want to do it again."

"It was a disaster." Yoori adds, as if telling a fictional story. Jungkook rolls his eyes, sighing, but his friend continues: "he’s been avoiding relationships like the devil avoids the cross since then."

"Really?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"It’s not true, Y/N." Jungkook smiles at me. "They’re idiots."

"That’s not a lie." Minji, who had been silent until then, clarifies. "He’s been asked out several times, and he always declines. Women go crazy for him, for some reason."

"I know what the reason is." Jimin laughs mischievously, suggesting something while raising an eyebrow. I turn red when they laugh at the joke. Jungkook doesn’t contest it, too busy eating one of the snacks on the table. "But what about you, Y/N? Have you ever dated before?"

"Never." I reply. They don't look surprised this time.

"So you're like Jungkook, who avoids relationships?" Bora asks with a laugh. I feel Jungkook's eyes on me, watching attentively for my response. I shake my head, feeling awkward.

"No, actually, it's just a lack of options," I clarify, deciding to be honest. I hold my hands together nervously.

"Now you have two options," Yoongi suggests with a chuckle. Minji hits his arm trying to stop him, but he continues: "There's Hayun, since she likes to try out a little bit of everything, like some pussy and shit."

"Oh!" I widen my eyes, shocked, as they laugh even more. It's the first time I've seen someone speak so openly like this. Embarrassed, I look at Hayun, but she doesn't seem to mind the comment, laughing with the others.

"Who would be the other option?" Taehyung asks his friend with his trademark grin.

"Our friend Jungkook, obviously," Yoongi clarifies, and I choke on the answer, coughing uncontrollably.

They laugh even more, watching me nearly suffocate from the joke. Jungkook pats my back, smiling widely. His thumb caresses the skin of my arm, waiting for me to calm down. We're so close that he inadvertently wraps one of his arms around my shoulder. I'm shocked and even more unsettled. For me, physical contact beyond my mom is rare. Hugs, affection... I'm just not used to it.

"Are you okay?" he asks amidst his friends' chatter. I nod, staring at my hands. "Sorry about Yoongi; he always makes these kinds of jokes. He doesn't mean any harm."

"It's fine," I assure him, feeling awkward, unable to look into his eyes. "I actually liked everyone."

"Really?" he asks, bringing his nose close to my hair. My whole body shivers as I realize he's smelling my perfume, giving a satisfied smile when he pulls away. "Good to know."

I stay silent, feeling his warm breath near me. Jungkook removes his arm from my shoulder, but his skin still brushes against mine when he takes off his heavy jacket, leaving him in just a T-shirt. His friends are fun and involve me in the conversation, making me feel comfortable, but the truth is that having Jungkook so close drives me crazy and I can't pay much attention. I wonder how long I'll feel this way about him. Will this strong effect never go away? This is the third time we've met, but something tells me that no matter how many times I see him-be it two times or a thousand-my heart will always race whenever he gets close and smiles at me.

I don't even notice the time passing and only realize it's late when Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung offer to take their girlfriends home, along with Hayun, who complains about not having anyone waiting for her at her apartment. Everyone leaves until only Jungkook and I remain. He promised to take me to his mother's house if I wanted, but I'm hesitant to ask as it's quite likely Mrs. Jeon is already asleep by now.

"Y/N, do you want me to get a towel for you?" Jungkook asks, tidying up the living room. I'm confused, picking up some empty soju bottles his friends drank to throw away.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not going to stay here?" he asks, furrowing his brow.

"Not really?" I laugh, then realize I might have been a bit rude, so I rephrase my response. "I mean, I don't think so. I don't want to be a bother."

"It's no bother. If you want, you can take a shower in my bathroom and sleep in the guest room." He offers with a smile. I bite my lower lip, unsure what to decide. I want to stay here, but it's just him and me now; is it really the right thing to do? It doesn't matter, Y/N. Just for one night.

"Okay then. Do you have a toothbrush, please?"

"Of course I do. Come with me, I'll get the stuff for you to use the bathroom." He calls me with a smile and walks down the long hallway. We pass by a few doors until we reach his room. My throat goes dry as my eyes scan the new space. His bed is large and covered with a dark gray blanket. The walls are white and everything is very organized, with a laptop next to the wardrobe and a fluffy black rug on the floor. His scent is everywhere, almost as if I'm breathing him. I clutch my hands together nervously about being alone with Jungkook in such an intimate space. He reappears after going to the closet, holding a white towel and some cotton clothes.

"You can take a shower in my bathroom while I use the guest one," he says, placing the items in my hands.

"Jungkook, that's not necessary..."

"Don't worry. I want you to be comfortable." He says before I can argue. His satisfied smile makes me not deny it again, happy to receive so much care from him. I just nod, agreeing. "The toothbrush is in the cabinet by the sink, in the package. You can open it, okay?"

"Okay, thank you very much." I smile before he walks down the hallway. I head to the door leading to the bathroom and sneak into the new space. I start thinking Jungkook has no flaws.

The place is as clean as the rest of the apartment, which makes me curious; does he clean everything himself, or does he hire someone to keep it tidy? I slowly take off my dress, grabbing my phone to text my mom and let her know I'm okay. I feel bad for lying, but the night was so good that I can't truly regret it. If I had to lie, to meet these same people, I would do it again. Thinking this surprises me, because just a few hours ago, I didn't think this way. The shower has a strong hot jet of water that massages my whole body, and it's so good that I have to convince myself to finish the shower and put on the clothes, trying to be done before Jungkook.

I brush my teeth quickly, smelling my skin that's still male fragrant with the liquid soap. I smile at myself in the mirror, brushing my hair with my fingers, trying to manage the unwashed strands. I open the bathroom door carefully, trying not to make too much noise and disturb the neighbors at this hour, when I see Jungkook again, this time only in a towel. I hold onto the doorframe, barely able to stand. A voice in my head tells me I shouldn't be watching him naked again and that I should turn around, go back into the bathroom, and pretend nothing happened, but I can't. I simply can't anymore. His muscular, wet back is in my field of vision as he searches for clothes. At that moment, my brain turns to mush and I decide to say what's been stuck in my throat.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" I muster the courage to ask him but I regret it immediately. What the hell am I doing? Jungkook turns slowly and the view from the front is a thousand times better than from the back. His whole body glistens in the light of the room, and his tattoos have never been so vivid. His body is muscular, virile and strong. I gonna lose my mind! Feeling new sensations I've never experienced for anyone before.

"Y/N?" He whispers my name with that soft voice he used when we first met. He doesn't seem surprised or embarrassed, which makes me even more unsettled.

"You're doing this on purpose, Jungkook?" I ask again. I have no idea where I got such courage and I don't know how long it will last. My heart feels like it's going to leap out of my chest. My whole body is on edge and sweating. I feel my hands trembling as I swallow hard. "You're trying something? I mean... you're not wearing clothes again and..."

"What do you think, Y/N?" he retorts suddenly, with a hoarse, deep voice. His eyes wander from my head to toes, as he raises an eyebrow along with his piercing, with a smirk at the corner of his mouth. My legs turn to weak twigs immediately, ready to collapse.

"I-I don't know." I stammer as he takes one step, then two and three, getting closer and closer to me.

"When I arrived from my trip to Busan, on the first day, I was tired and exhausted," he tells me, taking another step. I start to run out of breath, anxious and aroused. My cheeks flush as he speaks more slowly. "All I wanted was to rest and sleep the whole night, but that night I couldn't, not for an hour. Do you know why?"

"N-no..." I moan softly as his chest presses against mine. His warm, wet skin makes contact with mine, and I no longer know where I begin or end, pressed against his body. His pink lips curl into a wicked smile, as if he knows exactly what he's doing to me and it's all intentional. I shiver as his free hand moves up my wrist and grips the back of my neck firmly, making my eyes focus on his mouth and then his dark, deep eyes.

"A woman, next window, taking off all her damn clothes, completely shameless," he growls, pulling my neck closer to his face and pressing his lips to my ear. My spine tingles as I feel his teeth on my earlobe, in a bite that doesn't hurt but damn, it makes me shiver. My body contracts once and twice, and I know exactly what I'm feeling now: desire. The kind I feel occasionally when I try to touch myself alone and can't reach climax. The feeling I only have when I'm alone and confortable in my bed, trying to use my imagination even with the lack of real experience, but this is real, and it is infinitely better than what my mind could create.

"It was an accident, Jung..." I try to say, but my voice doesn't come out. The tip of his nose travels along a sensitive spot behind my ear, one I didn't even know existed, slowly moving down my jawline, discovering new paths. His hand tightens around my waist, keeping me in place, immobile.

"It may be that you didn't notice, Y/N, but I know you were watching me, even while I was undressing, even when you had every opportunity to stop." He argues with a smile, as someone who knows what they're doing and enjoys seeing the result. "And you know what's worse...? The worst thing is knowing the effect you have on me. From the first time I saw you in my house, with your innocent and curious eyes. I can't get you out of my damn head. Your mouth, your scent..."

"J-Jungkook... please." I beg, closing my eyes tightly. And I know what I want. I want him, since the first time I saw him. Since my eyes met his, I desired him so strongly that I couldn't think straight. He pulls away just a little, and I almost moan in a plea for him not to go. He sighs, pressing his forehead to mine.

"Can I kiss you, Y/N?" he asks in a very soft voice, and I nod because, despite all the things I believe in–God, hell, heaven and even my mother–nothing has ever been as adored as Jungkook. Since I met him, inexplicably, I only think about him, like a spell unable to contemplate of any other answer besides yes. I look at his eyes as they travel to my mouth, and I lower mine to his, exhilarated by that pink that only exists in him.

I move closer, my lips almost touching his, feeling the warmth of his breath. "Just kiss me, please." I murmur scared of what I'm doing; temptation clear in every word. And then he does.

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