#they are not even following me currently so i am completely confused why am i getting a 4 YEARS OLD NOTIFICATION LMAO 🥴🥴🥴

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[theemporium]

[2.6k] following the aftermath of the impromptu vegas wedding, little leclerc and max navigate married life. and charles is still not coping well with the whole situation.

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“Does this mean I get to sit in the Red Bull garage in Abu Dhabi?” 

Charles’ head snapped around, his jaw clenched and his nostrils flaring. And if he wasn’t currently on hold with the fifth lawyer he had contacted in the last hour, you could’ve sworn he would’ve jumped over the bed and smothered you with the pillow you were currently holding to your chest. 

“Don’t give me that look,” you muttered as you rolled your eyes. “Maybe I want a change of scenery. I’m always in the Ferrari garage.”

“You’ve seen the Alpha Tauri and the Alpine garage too,” Charles retorted. 

You shot him a blank look. “That’s because you have Pierre watching over me like a stalker.” 

“No, he’s just being your friend,” your brother tried again. 

“So him barking at the mechanic who was just getting me water had nothing to do with the promise you made him keep?” You countered, watching as a flush of pink spread across Charles’ cheeks. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he scoffed with a dismissive wave of his hand. 

“Liar, Pierre told me about the promise,” you mused, watching as his face burned even brighter at your admission. 

As it would turn out, finding a last minute lawyer to completely null and break the marriage was much harder than Charles ever intended it to be. And after he was practically forced to halt his attempts until the race had passed, the high of P2 didn’t seem to thwart your brother’s efforts in completely shattering the connection between you and Max Verstappen. 

He had spent every free and waking moment trying to sort out the mess, including now contacting lawyers back in Monaco to get involved. And yet, the boy seemed to be getting nowhere. 

“Shouldn’t you be focused on the last race of the season instead of this mess anyways?” You continued as your eyes glanced over at the clock on the wall. “We need to leave for the airport soon. I don’t think they are going to hold the jet because you’re phoning divorce lawyers—even if you’re Charles Leclerc.” 

“You seem eager to stay married to him,” Charles grumbled under his breath as he narrowed his eyes at you. “Is there something you’re not telling me? Was this planned? Have you been seeing him for a while now?” 

“Are you hearing yourself right now?” You shook your head, letting out a huff as you pulled the pillow closer to your chest. “How come Yuki isn’t getting as much shit as I am?” 

“Because Yuki is not my sister,” he stated simply, pausing for a moment before he continued. “Plus, Yuki and his partner seem very happily married.” 

You perked up a little. “Wait, you know who he married?” 

“Well no,” Charles admitted, his brows furrowing together. “But he must be, no? He’s been happy ever since the wedding. They must be keeping it private.” 

“Apparently he didn’t even tell Pierre,” you said to your brother, leaning back against the headboard with a sigh. “Maybe he’s embarrassed with who he married.” 

“Can’t be more embarrassing than marrying you—OW!” 

“Don’t say stupid things then,” you snapped back at him with an innocent smile on your face. “You’re just pissed I got married before you.” 

Charles’ glare hardened. “No, I’m pissed because you got married in Vegas of all places.” There was a pause. “And the fact you practically married a stranger!”

“Max is hardly a stranger, you’ve known him since you were like five years old!” You argued back.

“Still a stranger!”

“You are so dramatic,” you commented. “Maman accepted it, why can’t you?”

“Maman is confused,” Charles muttered with a crease between his eyebrows. 

You raised your brows. “Did you say that to her?”

Charles’ face paled a little. “Well no—”

Your grin widened.

Charles blanched. “Don’t you dare!”

You cackled as you reached for your phone. “This is payback for disrespecting me and my husband!” 

...

...

“I don’t understand why I have to be blindfolded.”

“It’s a precaution insisted by Christian.”

“Do all wives have to be blindfolded then?”

“The ones with the former name Leclerc do.”

You pressed your lips together to hide your smile as you wrapped your arms around Max’s bicep, letting him lead you into the Red Bull garage with the black cloth tied over your eyes. You knew you probably didn’t have long until Charles came running to drag you out of the Red Bull garage and back to the red side, so you took up Max’s offer in the meantime. 

You didn’t count on Christian Horner being two steps away from Red Bull’s very own Christian Grey to his garage guests. 

“Does this mean I get to blindfold you when you come to the Ferrari garage?” You asked, your voice lighthearted and your tone teasing. 

“It is one of the scenarios I would let you blindfold me,” Max answered and it took everything in you to not suddenly halt your steps. 

“Max Verstappen, you little flirt,” you said as you let out a disbelieving laugh, hoping the boy hadn’t turned back to look at you when you could feel your face heating up. 

“You’re my wife. Surely I’m allowed to flirt with you now,” the Dutchman retorted, his hands moving to rest over yours as you two finally came to a stop. 

“You’re saying you wouldn’t have flirted with me before?” 

“That feels like a trick question,” Max snorted before his fingers nimbly undid the knot behind your head, letting the blindfold fall away from your eyes as he stood in front of you with an almost smug look on his face. “But I would have flirted with you if I didn’t think your brother would have my balls for it.”

“So you just married me instead,” you retorted with a smile of your own.

“What can I say, I don’t half-ass things,” he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“I should have known you give the vibes of a Vegas wedding kinda guy,” you remarked as you blinked a few times, getting used to the shift in light as you began looking around the garage. It didn’t look too different from the Ferrari garage, but it was still intriguing to witness it all. 

A different team. A different car. A different work ethic. 

After so many years with Ferrari, it felt like being in a foreign country as you stood amongst so much blue.

“What kind of wedding would you have wanted?” 

The question snapped you out of your daze, whirling your head around to look at the Dutchman with a curious expression. You waited to see if a witty remark was going to follow, but he continued to stare at you expectantly and you realised he was genuinely waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “I mean, I know my mother always wanted me to have a fairytale wedding at some pretty venue in a white dress and—”

“I didn’t ask what wedding your mother would have wanted, I asked what wedding you would have wanted,” Max interrupted, and your lips parted a little in surprise. 

“A fun one,” you replied. 

Max’s brows furrowed together. “A fun one?”

“Yes, a fun one. You asked me what wedding I would want and it’s a fun one,” you repeated with a nod of your head, smiling a little at the visible confusion written across his face. “Everybody always talks about weddings being so intense and stressful and that’s just…not me. I don’t care about where it is or what season it’s held in. I would just want to be with the people I love and I want to have a good time.” 

He nodded, his lips pressed together as though he was processing your answer. “Surely the Vegas wedding fits that.”

“It would have if my family and friends were there,” you said, laughing a little. “Despite the dinner invite, Maman will probably string me up for not getting married with her there.”

Max’s eyes widened comically. “Wait, she was serious about that?” 

You snorted. “She’s already sent me the menu.”

“I am actually having dinner with your mother?” Max hissed and, for the first time in your life witnessed with your own eyes, you could have sworn he looked nervous.

“She won’t bite,” you laughed. 

“Oh my god, I am meeting your mother.”

“Well, she does want to meet the man I married.” 

“Oh my god, I am meeting your mother as your husband.”

...

...

“Be honest: would you have made me a bridesmaid at your wedding?” 

You blinked, looking up from the burrito bowl you had managed to grab from Ferrari’s catering before you looked at the blond across from you. 

“Or a bridesman. Whatever you call it,” Logan continued as he looked at you expectantly. 

You stared at the American with a fairly blank expression, though it didn’t seem to do much to his eagerness for you to answer the question. Though, you didn’t know why you were surprised about the whole thing. The last week had been Logan throwing random questions at you, Arthur laughing at your facial expressions and Oscar deeply sighing at the whole interaction. 

“You weren’t even invited to the wedding,” Oscar pointed out, poking about the salad bowl he had. 

“Neither were you,” Logan retorted.

“And thank god for that, Lando showed me the pictures,” Oscar grumbled with his nose scrunched up. “I would have been traumatised for life if I witnessed it with my own two eyes.” 

“Hey,” you frowned, kicking your foot out under the table until you hit his shin. “You know what, I’m suddenly excited not to see either of you during the winter break.”

Oscar snorted. “Sure.” 

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Logan piped up, his attention shifting to you once again. “Would you let me?”

“Depends,” you answered honestly as you leaned back in your seat. “Would you want to do a speech?”

Logan scoffed. “Obviously.”

“Then no,” you replied almost instantly.

The boy gaped at you. “What? Why not?”

“Because I don’t trust you,” you stated simply before you glanced over at Oscar too. “Neither of you, if I’m being honest.”

Oscar’s brows furrowed together. “Woah, what did I do?” 

“Existed,” you grumbled under your breath, only for the Australian to be the one to kick your shin under the table this time. “Ouch!”

“Not so fun, is it?” He grumbled back at you. 

“You didn’t even have a speech at your wedding! Surely no speech is worse than a bad one,” Logan added, far too invested on a speech you doubted he could even write.

“That’s not true. Yuki did a speech,” you told him.

Both boys’ raised their eyebrows. “He did?”

“Probably, seems like something he would do,” you shrugged. 

“Or maybe his partner gave it,” Oscar added. “Whoever that may be.”

“I can’t believe he still won’t tell us,” you said with your lips turned downwards. “In the Red Bull garage, Christian even asked him and he just giggled before running off.” 

“Maybe he’s a private guy.”

“You were in the Red Bull garage?” 

“Your difference in priorities are baffling,” you noted with an amused expression. “Yes, I was in the Red Bull garage. And Yuki being a private person is a load of bullshit. He’s the biggest gossip on the grid, he’s just sneakier than everyone else.”

“Which means he would hide it better,” Oscar pointed out. 

“At least Yuki would let me say a speech at his wedding,” Logan muttered under his breath.

“Would he though?”

“Shut up.” 

“I’m just saying—”

“You know what, I hope Lando scars you with more photos from her wedding,” Logan threatened, staring at the Aussie with narrowed eyes.

“Hey, my wedding photos aren’t that scary!” You frowned.

“The one of Max’s tongue down your throat says otherwise.”

“I am literally trying to eat my salad, can both of you shut up?”

...

...

“So, are we gonna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

“Your wedding.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Ha! Sure!”

Max’s brows furrowed together as he lifted his head, only to find the Australian staring at him already. They had both been huddled in his driver room in between meetings and practise sessions, enjoying some peace and quiet before the social media team tried to rope them into some weird activity. However, what Max assumed would be a mostly silent hangout where he could read over some data quickly devolved into the older Australian making little remarks until he finally gave in and put his tablet down.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh nothing,” Daniel said as he gave the boy a casual shrug, though his grin only seemed to widen in response. Max was about to open his mouth, to tell him that was fine before he returned to his work, but the Aussie already began speaking again. “I just think it’s such a funny coincidence that your childhood crush is now your wife.”

Max froze, his cheeks instantly heating up at his words. “I don’t know what you’re on about.”

“No? The conversation where you told me you had the fattest crush on Charles’ little sister growing up and used to constantly try to impress her on the karting races she visited doesn’t ring a bell?” Daniel continued, feigning innocence despite the fact he could see Max’s face growing pinker by the second.

“I think you have the wrong person,” Max said as he cleared his throat, suddenly finding his tablet interesting once again even though the numbers and words on the screen were practically gibberish to his whirling mind.

“And the conversation where you couldn’t stop talking about how pretty she was when you bumped into her in the paddock on Charles’ first Formula One race?”

“You must have imagined that conversation.”

“What about the time you ignored that famous actor because Lando told you he flirted with her when he visited the Ferrari garage?”

“I have no recognition of that.”

“And the time you—”

“Is there a point to this?” Max suddenly interrupted him, his face feeling as though it was on fire and his heart beating wildly in his chest and the smug look on his friend’s face was doing little to help the feelings bubbling in his stomach. 

“I am just waiting to see when you’re going to admit you masterminded this whole thing,” Daniel said to him, so sure and blunt about the statement.

“I didn’t mastermind anything,” Max said with a frown. “We got drunk and we got married in Vegas. Many people have done it before us. Many people will do it after us too.”

“And the fact she was your first love?” Daniel questioned.

“She was not,” Max scoffed, pausing for a moment before he continued. “And even if she was, I don’t like her like that anymore.”

“Oh, of course,” Daniel snickered under his breath. “So I am assuming you’re rushing to help Charles find a divorce lawyer then?”

Max paused for a few seconds too long. “Yeah, I mean. After the last race, obviously. My focus needs—”

“To be on a race that has no effect on your life other than adding another trophy to your shelf?” Daniel teased. “As if you couldn’t be talking to lawyers on the radio whilst racing with your eyes shut.”

“It’s just not a priority right now,” Max huffed out, clearing his throat a little.

“Uh huh,” Daniel laughed, shaking his head. “You know, usually the first step is a date, not marriage but I am going to respect whatever lil’ mastermind plan you have concocted in your head.”

Max let out a whine, throwing his head back. “I don’t have a plan!”

Daniel raised his brows. “So inviting her to watch the race from the Red Bull garage is just a random act of kindness to the enemy then?”

“She’s my wife, not the enemy. And it’s not random at all.”

Daniel snorted.

“Oh fuck off,” Max grumbled. “This is why you weren’t invited to the wedding in the first place.” 

“Actually, you did—”

“Shut up.”

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[tsxkkis]

# kageyama tobio - private

a/n: not proud of this, because i didn't truly know how to end it. also i've been searching for a job lately and it's so damn hard to find one help T-T i still gotta try though because i want money for figurines and mangas :33

summary: your relationship with kageyama was a secret from the public, but it can't be private forever.

warnings: none really

tobio kageyama never answers his phone while training.

his mind was always set on one thing - volleyball. it's like everything else was secondary to his beloved sport, to his safe space, which he adored and treasured dearly. there was only one thing he loved just as much; but that was kept a secret from the world.

along with being a professional athlete came the fame, and with the fame came lack of privacy, something that kageyama seemed to hate from the very beginning of joining schweiden adlers. he vowed to himself that his private life will never become a topic of public discussion, that he'll control every information that comes out to the media as much as he possibly can.

'they're writing about you.' ushijima's voice echoed through their changing room as he handed the black-haired boy his phone, an internet article opened up on one of the most popular gossip pages. upon seeing the title and content of the article, the look on his face instantly changed - he looked irritated, almost insulted. kageyama's nose scrunched in dissatisfaction as if he's just seen another picture of hinata and oikawa hanging out in brazil.

'ooh, let me see!' hoshiumi snached the phone away, curious eyes following the text on the screen, a small gasp leaving his parted lips every now and then. kageyama was quick to get the phone back with an annoyed huff, suddenly putting his shoes on much quicker than before.

the white-haired man looked like he was about to say something, but he was quickly cut off before he could even let a word out.

'don't even mention it.'

'you have a GIRLFRIEND?!'

the changing room fell silent, the only two men left there besides kageyama standing still, awaiting an answer. but as they noticed the tips of tobio's ears turning into a color similar to a rose and his gaze avoiding their glares, they realized they didn't need one.

they weren't exactly shocked by their discovery - tobio was always a private person, and he didn't really talk about his life much, much preffering conversations about volleyball instead of one's that circled around him.

a notification popped up on his phone, disrupting the silence between the three men.

it was you.

'i'm waiting in front of the changing room like i told you yesterday :33'

'hurry up!'

tobio realized he completely forgot about his promise to you, and as his cheeks flushed pink, he suddenly realized that maybe the whole situation wasn't so bad after all.

'you want to meet my teammates?'

kageyama's stood in your shared room's doorframe, a curious look on his face. 'why the hell would you want to meet these idiots?'

'i want to get to know the people my boyfriend hangs out with.' you mumbled, putting down the book you were currently reading. 'you know, i understand that you want to protect your peace from the outside world, but i don't think you have to hide your entire life from your work friends. they seem trustworthy, for all i know.'

the black-haired man plopped onto the bed right next to you, choosing your arm as a perfect pillow for himself. the room fell silent for a few minutes, but you didn't pressure tobio to answer you right away - from the look on his face you knew he was thinking, rather intensely at that, so there was no point in disrupting his trail of thoughts.

'how am i supposed to break it to them, though?' he asked, a genuinely confused look on his face. 'hey, i've been in a relationship for the last four years and never told you, sorry.'

a giggle left your mouth, your hand softly brushing through your boyfriend's hair, twirling the short strands around your fingers.

'i can just come to meet you up after practice and introduce myself. it'll be less awkward for you that way.'

kageyama hummed in response, as if he was deciding on whether he should go with your idea or not. he knew that your relationship being uncovered was inevitable - that sooner or later, they would find out anyways. so maybe your idea wasn't so bad.

'tommorow?' he mumbled, head leaning into your soft hands, almost as if he was pleading you to play with his hair just a tad bit longer.

'fine by me.'

you stood in one place, patiently awaiting your boyfriend as you scrolled through your phone, invested in a particularly hard game of sudoku. as you heard the door crack open, your eyes quickly shot up, hoping to be met with your boyfriend's tall figure. instead, a way shorter, white-haired man showed up right in front of you, bright eyes scanning your figure from head to toe.

'i know you! you used to be karasuno's manage-'

'give her some space, hoshiumi.' a tall man appeared from behind him, one that you recognized to be ushijima almost immediately. you remembered both of the men from your times in high school, and yet you never truly had a chance to meet them properly - not until now, that is.

as you greeted tobio, who emerged from the changing room shortly after, you weren't even surprised that he opted for a hug instead of a kiss - although an adult already, kageyama was still awkward with any public displays of affection. he preferred to keep those special moments to himself.

'have you seen the article?' he hummed quietly, his eyes glued to your face smiling at your confused look.

'what article?'

although a little dumbfounded by your lack of knowledge of it, kageyama quickly pulled out his phone and handed it to you, the article opened up on the screen.

'oh.' your face went blank as you eyed the words in front of you, suddenly connecting the dots. 'so that's why there's so many reporters and paparazzi in front of the building.

reporters? paparazzi?

'shit.' he mumbled under his breath. 'how many of them?'

'around ten, maybe eleven.' kageyama's smile dropped almost immediately upon hearing the number. you carefully scanned his face, hand going up to gently ruffle his hair. 'we can wait for them to leave if you don't want them to see us. i don't mind.'

he thought for a hot minute, rethinking every possible scenario that could happen, every option available. was he truly ready for his private life to become so... public?

kageyama wasn't exactly sure. you've been together for so long that he knew this relationship would last through anything and everything, but at the same time, he didn't want things to change. he hated changes - they never truly meant anything good, and he would always avoid them as much as possible.

but this change was inevitable.

'it's alright.' he said, breaking the moment of silence. 'it would've happened sooner or later. might as well have this behind us, right?'

'are you sure?' you asked quietly, squeezing his hand as you saw kageyama already heading towards the door. his head quickly turned to face you, giving you a small nod before his hand landed on the handle.

'not entirely.' he admitted, eyes darting away from your gaze. 'but i can do it as long as it's with you.'

'hey, don't forget about us!' hoshiumi's stated, your boyfriend shooting him a deathly glare for interrupting the moment between you two. 'maybe we should all grab some dinner, what do you say? i'm sure you're all hungry.'

'come to think of it,' ushijima barged into the conversation, his usual monotone tone. 'i know a restaurant where the paparazzi won't bother us.'

you exchanged looks with tobio, a barely noticeable smile on your face being enough for him to know that you agree.

'let's do it.' the black-haired man said, solidifying the idea once and for all.

'what if they won't leave us alone?' he could see that your anxious side took over, suddenly stressed out about going outside. kageyama gave you a reassuring look, smiling softly.

'then they'll know how amazing my girlfriend is.'

'oooh, how corny-' hoshiumi mumbled, stopping when he saw kageyama's annoyed glare. 'alright, lovebirds, i'll be quiet.'

'you'd better.' you giggled at your boyfriend's words, his hand once again on the handle. he looked your way, softly smiling down at you. 'ready?'

you looked up, eyes meeting his.

'with you by my side? always.'

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[del-thetiredwriter]

Mafia Au/Good luck while running away from mafia part 5

İntro, Part 0.5 , Part1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , part 4

Warnings: yandere stuff, my not too good English, mentions of death , fighting stuff, too long?..

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The sound of hard and fast footsteps echoed in the hallway. You suddenly opened the wooden door. The dark-skinned man sitting in the room was startled by your sudden opening of the door. However, he grinned when he saw that it was you who entered.

“Oh my little imp~ what wind brought you here?”

He opened his arms affectionately. However, you did not answer. You closed the circuit breaker of the room. Then you drew the curtains.

“Uh Y/n?”

After looking around for a while, you sat on the chair across from him.

“Please give me your phone.” You said coldly.

“Uh Y/n, you are acting really weird right now-“

You cut him off.

“Please give me your phone and any recording device you have, otherwise I am not responsible for what happens Sam-san.”

He gave you his phone in confusion. After closing up his phone , you threw the file in your hand on the table between the two of you.

“This?”

“I will be frank. We both know you sent this, Sam-san. The seal gives you away, I think you used it. To get me to come to you. Explain. Is what it says here true?”

The dark skinned man grinned. He leaned back in his chair.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about-“

You pulled a check from your pocket and placed it on the table.

“Talk.”

The man’s eyes lit up when he saw the check.

“Oh, they really pay you well, huh? Okay, let’s talk then. Yes, I sent it and you know I do my job well, everything it says there is true.”

You clenched your teeth . You tensed up because you heard something you didn’t want to hear, but you had to stay calm.

“Someone must have asked you to send me these documents, otherwise I don’t think you would send me this just to do me a favor. Tell me, who was the client who asked you to look into these documents and send them to me?”

“Oh, my little devil, please you’re breaking my heart. I’m not that bad of a person, but yes, a client of mine asked me to look into this, but I can’t tell you who it is.”

“How much do you want?”

“Oh sweetie, I can’t answer this question even if you give me your entire bank account, I’m sorry. Another question?”

“Why? Why would they do something like that? The executives… why would they frame me? What have I ever done to them?” You were trying to control your voice.

“Well, I don’t know. No one knows what’s going through those maniacs minds. But it’s not a complete lie, I mean I’m talking about your blood relationship with that man-“

“I eliminated that man, and as my first duty! I didn’t even know about that man… until I got my hands on these documents. But I never betrayed the organization. Why?.. so who knows about the current situation?”

“So as far as I know, the executives naturally. Me, you and my Client.”

“So are you and your client on my side?”

“I don’t know about my client, but I only care about my money and of course it depends on the risk involved.”

You stood up. You adjusted your suit.

“You won’t tell anyone about our conversation today, Sam-san. Also, I have a job for you. I want you to report to me every step the executives take. Understood? if you do anything wrong-“

You took out your voice recorder from your pocket.

“I’ll drag you with me. Understood? Good. If anyone asks, I was here for the tea.”

You walked towards the door. Sam stood up at your words.

“Hey, how am I supposed to follow all of them at the same time? Hey Y/n!”

He tried to protest. You turned around before leaving.

“That’s your problem. And I’ll pay you as much as I can, don’t worry.”

And you left the information dealer alone in the room.

-

As you walked towards your office, you noticed that the door wasn’t locked. When you opened the door, you were met with Deuce. The moment you entered, the navy-haired Heartslabyul boy turned to you.

“Deuce? Why are you here?”

“Oh, hello Y/n. Trey-san made a strawberry cake. He asked me to bring it to you.”

“I see. Thank you…”

Your eyes drifted to the potted plant behind Deuce. He was busy with it until he noticed you had entered.

“By the way, how did you get in?”

“Oh, the door was unlocked.”

The door was unlocked , you thought to yourself.

“I see. If there’s nothing else, I’ll see you off. Don’t make Riddle-san mad with your absence, hmm?”

You tried to send him off.

“Oh, yeah…Right. See you then, Y/n.”

After sending the navy-haired boy away, you slowly walked towards the potted plant. You slowly started to water the plant.

You found the small black device you were looking for among the leaves. I found it, you said to yourself. Apparently there was an extra camera in your office. An unwanted camera…

- Current Timeline

“Look at the state of yourself . You’re a complete mess .” The black-haired beautiful boy criticized you.

“As if I care that much.” You replied indifferently. You were checking the cables of the machines while eating your sandwich.

“By the way, it was almost impossible to get into the city. I would like to point out that they have posted men at all the entrances and exits. How do you plan on getting out?”

The black-haired boy spoke again.

“That’s my problem Neige, just focus on your job.”

“…what exactly did you do that the entire mafia is after you right now? You’re the most talked topic in the underworld right now.”

You didn’t answer. You just focused on your job.

“Hey, I provided you with all that food, water, clothes, weapons and vehicle. Can I at least get a proper answer?”

Neige whined. But you just ignored him.

“By the way, this is an old abandoned place? What are we doing in this amusement park?”

The black-haired assassin asked.

“We’ll hunt.” You replied. You had completed the final checks by now.

“We’ll hunt? Aren’t you the one being hunted? Besides, you’re injured.”

“Just do what I said. I’ve already paid you and your boss owes me. Besides I thought you wanted to see Vil-san.”

The young assassin opened his mouth to say something but chose to remain silent.

“Whatever. Look, the plan is that either Ignihyde or Pomefiore will most likely attack. Diasomnia usually prefers to be the last one to show up . Your job is to help me escape from Vil-san, okay? It’s that simple.”

You explained your plan to him.

“They will catch you anyway. Why are you running away? Nonsense.”

You took a deep breath.

“I wish your mouth was as pretty as your face… Just do what I say, you understand.”

The young assassin shrugged and you two started to wait.

“Here they come.” You said as you watched the footage of the camera you had repaired

“You’re lucky. Vil-san came too.” You said as you cut the cable of the camera you had repaired earlier.

“Uh, why did you only fix one camera and then cut the cable again?”

Neige pointed to the cable you had cut.

“There’s a good chance they’ll split up and someone will come here to check. Anyway, let’s get to work.”

-

“So, they are hiding here?”

The Rookie assassin asked as he got out of the car.

“Mmh. According to the road records we got, yes.” The blonde sniper confirmed.

“Anyway, there’s only one entrance and exit to this place, and that’s here. Rook, you stay here. Epel, you’re coming with me.”

The Pomefiore executive said.

“I can do this job on my own-“

Epel tried to object.

“Are you stupid? Even though they are injured, Y/n was trained by Divus Crewel himself. If you go one-on-one with them, your chances of winning are very low.”

Vil stopped him.

“I don’t think there’ll be any problems. If there’s a problem, we’ll notice it through our communication devices. Let him do what he wants.”

The sniper intervened. The blonde manager sighed.

“Okay. But your communication device will always be on, is that clear?”

-

The young assassin walked forward with confident steps. What a big amusement park, he thought. He headed towards a tent that looked like a large circus tent that caught his eye up ahead. Perhaps the person he was looking for was here.

Y/n L/n is the right-hand man of Boss Crowley, the apple of eye of the executives, and according to some rumors, Crowley's heir. Before Epel met them. he found them annoying. He thought it was ridiculous that all executives were circling around one person, but after meeting them , he understood why. Y/n wasn't perfect, but there was something about them that drew people to them, something he couldn't quite put his finger on...

Y/n was affectionate, they would intervene whenever Vil would scold him or punish him. Sometimes they would bring him gifts from their business trips. They would have regular movie nights with the other rookies…but everything was ruined. Y/n ruined everything. They betrayed them...

When Epel entered the big tent, he was sure that it was an old circus tent. He started looking around… I guess they are not here, he thought to himself. He had just turned around when something fell on him from above. Someone.

The young assassin jumped back reflexively.

He was speechless when he saw the person in front of him.

“Oh, it’s just you. I thought it was Vil-san and got excited. Anyway, let’s finish this quickly.”

Neige LeBlanche. The best assassin in the underworld outside of Vil. The assassin who was always compared to Vil by many people. Just like Vil’s nickname was Poisoned Apple, Neige’s was Snow White. He was also the assassin of the rival mafia.

“So Y/n really did betray us, huh?” Epel said nervously.

The black-haired assassin didn’t answer. He just smiled…

-

Vil walked forward with firm and confident steps. For some reason, he had a feeling that the person he was looking for would be here, in the mirror maze. He stopped and focused. There were faint footsteps…they are here, he thought to himself.

He focused on where the footsteps were coming from…Clank!

“Oh, I broke the wrong mirror.” And again, and again…

The sound of mirrors breaking echoed through the maze.

And again, Clank!

You jumped back.

“Oh, I found you!” He grinned mischievously, like a child who had finally gotten a toy he had wanted for a long time.

He swung his dagger at your injured shoulder, but you managed to dodge.

“Bastard.” You said.

He grinned. You dodged as he attacked.

You could have attacked him if you wanted, but no. Vil’s goal was to distract you. You had to focus on and avoid his attacks . At least until Neige came.

Vil’s nickname wasn’t poisoned apple for nothing. He would kill his victims by poisoning them. He would also poison most of the weapons he used. So that dagger should never touch you.

You jumped back again. But suddenly Vil stopped.

“Look at you, nch nch nch… you are a mess. How much can you resist me, hmm? Besides, you are injured. If you surrender, even though you are a traitor, I can help you with your punishment. ”

“Traitor? Oh no, you are the one who betrayed. You betrayed me! All of you! I am only saving myself.” You said harshly.

Vil’s face tightened when he heard the word betrayal.

“We didn’t betray you. We just took precautions.”

You laughed unwillingly at his words.

“Precautions? Who do you think you are kidding? I heard those conversations with my own ears. Whether you accept it or not. You stabbed me from my back . I was going to be declared a traitor one way or another.”

Vil started to attack aggressively again, and you got defensive.

Where was Neige?..

Vil tried to hit his injured shoulder again, and just as you were about to retreat, a voice came.

“Vil-san!”

Neige LeBlance had finally arrived.

You backed away while Vil was distracted by the voice.

The black-haired assassin quickly attacked the blonde assassin.

“You’re late,” you said.

“Sorry, I ran into a little rookie on the way. Well, the rest is up to me. You can leave.” Neige replied.

“So you’re working with RSA, huh? And you’re saying you didn’t betray us!” Neige’s presence was more than enough to drive Vil crazy. You knew that very well. That was one of the reasons you wanted Neige. He was Vil’s greatest enemy.

You grinned and ran away from the mirror maze.

-

As you expected, you saw the blonde sniper at the entrance. He was waiting cross-legged.

He must have noticed your arrival because he stood up and smiled. There were only a few meters between you.

“It’s been a long time, huh? You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“I suggest you run, Rook. Vil obviously placed you here just in case, but I advise you not to waste time with me. I don’t know how your little rookie Epel is doing right now.”

The blonde man’s eyebrow rose at your words.

“What do you mean by ‘I don’t know’?”

You grinned to break the sniper’s composure.

“It’s true that I can’t ‘harm’ him, but who knows what an enemy assassin might do to him? If I were you, I’d hurry up and find him, otherwise…” you didn’t finish the sentence. Your words were enough to make the sniper nervous.

He looked at you one last time.

“You’ll get caught sooner or later, you know that.”

He said and walked away to find the young rookie as soon as possible.

And as for you, You got into the car you asked Neige to provide for you and drove away.

-

“Agh! You’ve got to be kidding me!” Ashton Vargos, once again frustrated, took the money from his losing bet out of his wallet and reluctantly handed it to Sam.

“It’s going pretty well so far, huh? But some people seem to be in a bad mood.” Crowley sipped his tea.

“Stop messing with Crewel, Crowley.”

Mozus Trein said.

“Trein-sensei, I didn’t do anything.” Crowley said mischievously.

“ You are truly the devil himself .” Trein sighed.

“You’re breaking my heart, Trein-sensei. I’m a real gentleman. Everyone knows that.” Crowley said, his voice wasn’t like the voice of someone who was upset, but rather a mocking tone.

“Of course, whatever you say. It's not like you killed the previous Boss and framed Ramshackle, who was the biggest threat to your seat. Now you're doing the same to them ... are you having fun?" Mozus Trein said. His voice was calm, perhaps because of his age.

"Very much. I'm having so much fun."

[mindmelter]

New Soldier Skin

Nick found it weird that the doctor was calling him again for a check up, he had done one early that month and they normally don't do twice a month. But he had no choice in the matter, he was just a soldier.

"I'm feeling perfectly fine doctor, there's no need for another check up, also I'm out of duty tomorrow"

"Nonsense, It's very important that we keep track of the health of our soldiers, now stand on the scale over there please. We just want to make sure that you are ready to return to your family, I bet you must be really excited right?"

"Yes I am, Doctor, It's been a long time, can't wait to see my wife and kids back at home" He said getting on the scale.

The doctor's friendly expression changed drastically once Nick was standing on the scale with his back to him, now the doctor had a blank and emotionless expression. The doctor walked to his laptop on his table and pressed a key.

"My wife can't wait to see me back at home, and the kids are really...huh?" The soldier looked down at his feet confused, he could feel the scale vibrating beneath his feet, he tried to take his feet off the scale but he couldn't, his feet were stuck to the scale like a magnetic force was pulling them down "That's weird, I can't pull my feet off the scale, doctor?"

"Thank you for your service, Nick" It was all the Doctor said before pressing another key on the laptop.

"What? What is..." Before Nick could finish, he felt a strong electric shock run up from his feet and spread to the rest of his body, he could feel every cell in his body being hit by the eletrical charge. His body became rigid and he grunted for a few seconds, but then the humming of the scale stopped and he fell to the floor completely hollowed out. His hollow head on the floor with smoke coming out of his orifices.

The Doctor looked unfrazed at the lifeless bodysuit on the floor, actually, he looked even bored with the whole event.

"You can come out now, your new skin is ready" The doctor said and then the door opened and a humanoid alien entered the room. The white humanoid alien was wearing a visibly worn out and torn open human skin, it was very damaged with holes and scratches, and was also missing half the face, under the skin it displayed the alien true form, a white gelatinous goo.

"It was a shame that your last human skin was damaged in battle, you're always so careless with your skins. The General was furious." Said the Doctor.

"I know, I will be more carefull this time" The Alien said looking at the skinsuit lying on the floor, suddenly his true white form started to melt, hollowing out his current damaged skin, his gelatinous form crawled on the floor in the direction of Nick's skin and started to enter through the holes in his head, mouth, eyes, nose, ears, soon the hollow body of Nick started to inflate and gain life, Nick's flat muscles started to get bigger to their full power. The alien was filling every part of Nick with It's slimy form, filling it like a balloon.

After a few seconds he stood up in his new human body, Nick's eyes were completely white with the gelatin alien body underneath, but they quickly started to turn into normal human eyes, now identical to Nick's eyes.

"Do you have any new assignments for me Doctor?"

"No, actually this was his last week of service before his break, you're going back to his family tomorrow"

"Are you serious? It's so boring to pretend to be a husband and a dad, You know I like the action, I want to go into combat!"

"Sorry, but I'm just following orders from the General." The Doctor said grabbing the deteriorated human skin from the floor and looking at it with a disgusted expression. "This was your fourth skin only this year" The doctor then threw the human suit inside a garbage chut on the wall, then he closed it "That's why we chose Nick to be your next skin. The General thinks it's better for you to spend some time out of combat. I know It's not fun to have to pretend to be our skins, but I guess it will be good for you to relax a little, besides you don't have to act exactly like Nick, you just have to not act too much out of character"

"Is being fucked by men too out of character for this hunky skin?" The soldier asked with a devious smile, looking at the doctor with hungry eyes.

"As long as his wife doesn't find out..." The doctor said dropping his pants to the floor, exposing the jockstrap he was wearing.

They both started to make out as Nick groped and squeezed the doctor's big package. Nick dropped to his knees and lowered the Doctor's jockstrap and was in awe to what he saw.

"Wow, your skin is so freaking hung!"

"He used this thing on a lot of women, but I didin't used it in a long time"

"Fill it up, I want to see how big it when completely filled"

The doctor member started to inflate like a modelling balloon in a fraction of seconds.

Nick then started to suck it while he jerked his own hard member. A few minutes later Nick was lying on the doctor's table with his burly legs up being roughly fucked by the doctor's thick cock.

"How is my health, doctor?" Asked Nick with a grin while having his hole stretched by the doctor's big member.

"You're fine... really fine. You are free to go to your new family. Just don't forget to smile and say sentimental words when you see them, like how much you missed them"

______________________

Monthly Report:

Doctor, I'm having a blast in Nick's skin, you were right, I needed a break from all the action, I can have as much action in here with a body like this, I lost count of how many guys fucked me already. Apart acting like a gay slut in the shadows, his wife and kids don't even suspect their beloved husband and daddy is just a skin now. I guess I'm doing a good job as Nick.

End of report.

[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #47

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

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"Okay, can you stop sulking already?" You finally break off the silence, not knowing whether you should laugh or be tired by Jungkook's visibly tensed behavior.

It's been only five minutes since you came home, just having enough time to take off your shoes before Jungkook has walked into the bedroom with long strides as you've followed him, just to find him unbuttoning his shirt with quick and frustrated movements.

"I am not sulking," he mutters, annoyance thick in his tone as you snort and take off your blazer before it's tossed onto his bed. You want to tell him the opposite, but five seconds later and Jungkook finally bursts. "Can you believe him? What an asshole!"

Your eyes widen as he turns around, a half of the buttons already unbuttoned exposing his chest but you refrain from eyeing him.

"Who does he think he is? Honestly, I can't believe how calm you're about it!" he exclaims, showing confusion on his face as you snort again.

"Please," you sit on the edge of his bed. "Man like Yoongi can't piss me off, I'm used to his antics."

"That's exactly it, you shouldn't be used to it, Y/N," he points out, voice slightly raised but not at you. He is just frustrated and you understand him. Yoongi has made you feel so many emotions close to irritation and anger, so you can relate to current Jungkook's state.

"Trust me, I wanted to strangle him," you inform him with a chuckle, standing up to stand in front of him, hands placed on his warm chest, a fabric separating you from the direct contact with it. "Why are you getting so worked up over this, anyway? I mean, I was mad too but I think Benjamin got the message. Plus, thanks for the whole boyfriend thing." you tease him and he just gives you an annoyed roll of his eyes, but the corner of his lips lifts up.

"You were visibly uncomfortable, I had to do something."

"You definitely did something," you hum, hands moving directly onto his warm chest as you rub it softly.

"I'm serious," Jungkook mutters, "It was either the boyfriend thing or directly telling him to fuck off."

You laugh at that, throwing your head back as you stare at Jungkook's eyes, the prominent scowl catching your attention. "That wouldn't be a good idea, I mean telling him to fuck off... besides, we have enough experience to the whole fake dating thing, huh?"

This time it's Jungkook who snorts at your joke, "Stop joking, I am mad."

"Why? Fuck him."

"Who exactly?"

"Both of them," you shrug, earning a chuckle from him. "Not gonna lie, I did feel bad a little bit about lying to him but it's still better than directly explaining to him I'm not interested. He wasn't completely vocal about it, but it was more than obvious. You know? It was such a bad situation. Though, I don't understand why Yoongi decided to butt in at that exact moment... I honestly don't know what that man thought."

"Maybe he has a crush on you too," Jungkook suggests, watching your expression as you bulge your eyes out before you start laughing as if he told you the biggest joke. He stares wide eyed, confused and not understanding what's so funny about it.

To him, it would make sense.

"Yeah, I think he's the least common person to have a crush on me."

"Why not? Didn't you hook up with him before?"

Your face freezes for a second, your mouth closing slowly as you seem genuinely taken back at the sudden call out by Jungkook. Can you even call it that? It's not like he made it up or something.

"Well--but we both were drinking and he made it clear he's not interested," you manage to say, "I--no, he definitely doesn't have a crush on me, Kook. I would know."

"Yeah, just like you're aware of all the male stares you get on the streets?" Jungkook scoffs jokingly, staring knowingly at you as you gape at him.

He has always been telling you men turn around to take a look at you, which in fact you think he's exaggerating. Yes, you're aware of some of them doing that but that's definitely in scenarios when you look your best, going out and most men are like that. They stare at every woman.

"That's different," you argue, sliding your hands off his chest as you cross your arms over your chest. "I see Yoongi every day, well, five days out of the week. He can be an asshole, but he's not that bad, which is not the point right now, but he really is not interested in me."

"Yeah, just interested enough to fuck you before."

"Jungkook!" you exclaim, but he only just shrugs as he's trying to prove his point. His voice is nowhere near shaming or angry, he's saying it completely normally with a light tone. "You're wrong in that though. He didn't fuck me."

A confusion makes it on his face and he grimaces, looking confused as ever. "You told me you hooked up."

"Well, yeah, but you cut me off before I could explain," you tell him in thought, lips frowning at the argument that had taken place while you went ice-skating. "We didn't have sex."

Jungkook just stares, clearly shocked by the sudden information and he has no idea how to react, but a weird grimace crosses on his features that it almost makes you laugh. "Do I even wanna know what you did with that asshole?" he mutters, causing you to chuckle as you shrug.

"Nothing dramatic," you wave him off, "I just gave him a handjob and he ate me out. End of the story,"

Now he fully makes a disgusted grimace that makes you laugh, ignoring as you slap him on his buffed chest in disbelief. "Stop!"

"What?" Jungkook exclaims, bursting in laughter as he scrunches his nose and makes a gagging sound.

"You're such a child!" you scold him, laughing with him as you slap him again but this time he catches your wrists and holds them. It lasts only a moment as he suddenly lets you go but not before he pokes you in your ribs, the annoying action you both often do to each other.

It causes you to curse at him, pouting right after as he cackles.

"Anyway, we got drunk and I was a horny mess. I guess he was too and it happened. But I didn't fuck him."

"Thank god," Jungkook mutters and you kick him in the shin, not too violently of course as you sit back on his bed again. "Why were you a horny mess?" he suddenly asks confusingly, causing you to snort.

"Do you need a reason to be a horny mess? Don't you guys wake up with a hard dick just like that?" you ask unbothered, leaning back on your elbows as Jungkook purses his lips. "But to be completely honest... it was when you got back with Kiko and I had no one to have sex with,"

Jungkook's eyes almost bulge as he stares at you surprised, but that only lasts for a second as his lips curve in a smirk and he joins you on his bed, laying down on his side as he plops onto his elbow and holds his head, making himself comfortable.

"Oh god," you roll your eyes, "Don't look so smug, you moron."

Jungkook laughs, eyes crinkling to show how pleased he is by your confession, enjoying every bit of this while you already know what's about to happen. He never misses any opportunity to not only boost his ego, but to tease you whenever he can.

"So you missed me?"

"No, I missed your dick," you correct him, laughing when his face drops and he's obviously joking because even his corners of lips start to twitch as he fights back his own laughter. "It was a tough time, okay?" you exclaim dramatically, causing him to finally laugh.

"Well, you've got my dick now," he tells you lightly and amusingly, causing you to roll your eyes again as you dramatically sigh. "I didn't know you missed it though."

"Oh, get over yourself!" you exclaim, Jungkook smirking immediately as you shake your head with a grin on your lips before you shrug. "Come on, it doesn't take a genius to know I enjoyed us having sex."

"You're right," Jungkook hums, your heart jumping at his deep and raspy voice in thought but at the same time it doesn't sound too different than usual.

You feel your face getting hot and it definitely has something to do with the fact Jungkook doesn't sound as if you just told him something new. He obviously acknowledges the fact you enjoyed and enjoy having sex with him. Although, you've never talked about it before and you don't think you're planning to confess how nobody has ever made feel sex so good, it's more than obvious you both enjoy having sex together. Jungkook has no reason to think the opposite.

"I enjoy having sex with you too," Jungkook admits casually, your head almost cracking how fast you snap it towards him, eyes watching him as he shamelessly stares at you as if he just made a very casual confession.

You search his face, wondering if he can see how much his words affect you once again. If he has any clue about the excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach. And it seems as if your eyes have their mind of their own because you eye him, letting his entire figure sink in as he lays on his side with his head propped up, looking like a freaking model from a magazine despite he had spent hours on a party.

From head to toe, Jungkook could be considered as a human being that is engraved by Gods themselves and it's unfair how breathtaking he looks while doing a bare minimum. But that's nothing new and you should've gotten used to it by now, still remembering the first time you met him. He obviously looked different and younger those years ago, wasn't so muscular and big back then, but looking good enough to make you slightly nervous to be in the company of such a handsome guy.

Gawking at Jungkook, he absolutely enjoys the attention you're giving him but doesn't really do much, he just lays there watching you with his full attention. Trying to break it off, you gasp and frown at Jungkook when you notice another feature of his that is hard to miss.

"Is your dick seriously hard right now?" you scold him, not hiding your disbelief and grin as you shake your head at him. Unbelievable.

He looks down at his crotch, looking back at you with a grin as he shamelessly and cockily shrugs. "You talking about my dick gets me going."

"Oh, shut up," you tell him, sitting straight as you push his shoulder, causing him to budge a little as he laughs.

Watching you standing up, you start to gather your things which are just your pajamas as you salute to Jungkook.

"Where are you going?" he exclaims childishly, causing you to laugh as you don't even look across your shoulder to give him a look.

"Taking a shower, don't you dare to sneak on me." you tell him, hearing him scoff loudly.

"You did it to me!" he shouts as you're already in your bathroom, still hearing him perfectly as you take out your make-up bag from the bathroom counter and pull out make-up removal pads, along with other products you need to take it off.

"What about me? I am hard!"

You snicker, wondering if it doesn't bother him if any of his neighbors could hear him – no matter how big Jungkook's apartment is, you really doubt it is soundproof from his loud voice.

"Take care of it, bunny!" you yell back, amusement more than clear in your voice as Jungkook scoffs once again causing you to giggle to yourself.

"Okay, I'm gonna rub myself one out! Don't come in here anytime soon!" he yells, informing you as you facepalm yourself, laughing.

"Ew! Gross!"

"Man gotta help himself!" You can't with this man, that's for sure.

"Help yourself, champ. You got it!" you yell encouragingly, bursting in laughter when you hear Jungkook gasp in disbelief as he's silently laughing to himself.

"I thought you missed my dick!" he whines loudly.

The only response he gets is the clear sound of you shutting the bathroom door, your giggles heard until a running water replaces them.

"Honestly, you're just too dramatic," you say, chewing on the tangerine you peeled for yourself while face-timing Taehyung.

It's not rare for him to call you, but it's been a while since the two of you talked just like that and considering Taehyung's complaints, it's more than clear he called you to vent. You've nothing better to do anyway, it's Sunday and you've been enjoying the weekend just by sorting out your things, watching movies and cooking for you and Jungkook, who's been busy this whole weekend.

Working the whole Saturday and coming home at night just to spend his Sunday locked in his office, editing the set of photos that need to be done by the end of the week – which is today, makes you feel bad for Jungkook. He had barely any time to eat and if it weren't for your annoying pestering, you're not sure if he'd even eaten lunch.

It's close to the evening, the sun is slowly setting as you're sitting in the kitchen with your phone propped against the fruit ball, facing Taehyung who's laying on his couch with chest bare, a sight you're familiar with. The man loves to be half-naked when he's home.

"He bailed on me!" Taehyung exclaims, showing his annoyance at absent Jimin who's not here to stand up for himself and you take it as your responsibility to do so.

"He's sick, Tae," you deadpan, peeling another tangerine while Taehyung loudly sighs. "He's allowed to be sick, of course he doesn't feel like hanging out."

"He was fine yesterday when I talked to him!"

You raise your brow at him, stopping your task for a second to find him pucker his lips as you sigh. "You guys are like a married couple, honestly."

"Ah, like you're the one to talk!" he says right away, scoffing at you as you give him a glare.

"Plus, didn't you say you spontaneously wanted to hang out? Not everyone is free all the time, Tae. Not even Jimin."

He knows you've a point, you can see it in the way he looks away for a moment and is too stunned for words. That's until another deep sigh makes it past his lips.

"Fuck, I know... I'm just so fucking bored. Zuri bailed on me too and I've got nothing to do." Taehyung whines like a little child he sometimes is, too dramatic for his own good and you snicker, already recognizing the look of boredom he sports.

"Who the fuck is Zuri?" you ask, brows furrowed in confusion as a smirk makes its way on his lips at the mention of a woman.

"Ah, this hot chick I hooked up a few times. We were supposed to meet today but she canceled on me," Taehyung frowns, being reminded that he's been bailed by two people today.

For some reason, you do feel bad for him though. He's a social butterfly and although he has his days when he just wants to do his own thing that doesn't require another person, you know he quickly grows bored being by himself.

"Who even cancels on The Kim Taehyung?"

You snort, giggling as you shake your head at your friend. "Jimin and Zara, apparently."

"It's Zuri," Taehyung corrects you, "Don't worry about it, I couldn't get her name right the first time too."

And that makes you laugh, Taehyung joining you as he finds the memory of him forgetting the name of a woman he hooked up hilarious. Zuri wouldn't find it hilarious for sure, you actually feel sorry for her but at the same time, she probably knew what she's getting herself into considering Taehyung is very upfront with his potential hook-ups. Yes, he likes to fool around but he's not a douchebag that treats women like trash. At the same time, you're sure he has managed to break a few hearts as someone liked him too much to understand he's not interested in a relationship.

"I'm sure she loved that you couldn't remember her name right," you tell him with a full mouth, ignoring the grimace he gives you to annoy you. "Is it really hard to remember a name of someone you're about to have a sex with?"

"If you're wasted like I was then yes," Taehyung deadpans, making you giggle again.

"You're unbelievable, my friend." you tell him, conversation flowing to another direction as you joke around and talk for a few more minutes until you bid goodbye.

You still have to go grocery shopping considering you gave up on it yesterday, too comfortable on Jungkook's couch with a stomach full while binge-watching The Hunger Games.

Cleaning up your mess, you walk up to Jungkook's office and knock on the door, barely waiting for any response before you slowly push the door open. It's not surprising to find him the same way you did around lunch time. Sitting behind his desk, eyes big staring at the screen as the clicking sounds of his mouse resounds while he doesn't even spare you a glance.

Walking up to him and standing behind him, you lean down to admire the photos he has taken and is now editing in Photoshop. It never amazes you to see how talented he is and it's actually rare for you to catch him working on this stuff, since he usually used to work when he was alone. This is his work-time, so he obviously wasn't editing or working on anything while you hung out.

But as you take the picture he's editing into the sight, your heart clenches at the pregnant woman who's holding her big belly. The colors are vibrant, looking pretty and alive as her soft pink dress makes a great contrast with other colors and her skin tone.

You know Jungkook works on different kinds of photos, whether it's a family portrait, weddings or photoshoots, he's very versatile with his skills and offers of service. Now that you think about it, you remember him mentioning a couple of times he has done a pregnancy photoshoot, but it's not something he does very often.

So to see the woman smiling happily at her belly, the growing child inside her, actually makes your heart crack at the thought of Jungkook photographing this and now having to edit it. Maybe he doesn't think about it too much, he's great at hiding his emotions when it comes to something so heartbreaking that he has experienced. And once again, history is here to haunt him and a painful reminder of what could've been is right in front of his eyes.

If Jungkook notices your lack of verbal response, he focuses on the picture instead as he skillfully sharpens and improves the colors again.

Sighing, you sneak your arms around his neck and down his chest, resting your chin against the top of his head. You're leaning against the back of his chair, staring at the picture.

"When did you take this?" you ask him quietly, hearing him clear his throat as he continues with his work.

"Two weeks ago?" he answers unsurely, not really showing any kind of emotion which makes you dubious if he's fine or only acting like he is in front of you.

"Are you okay with taking pictures like this?" you ask carefully, knowing it's a touchy subject and the curiosity in you once again wins. It's not even about curiosity but more about your own worry about Jungkook's well-being.

Obviously, he's in control of what job he's taking and if he didn't want to take this kind of photoshoot, he had every right now to agree to this. In the worst case, he could've cancelled if this was booked way before he discovered Kiko's lie. But knowing Jungkook, he's not the type to cancel on anything and to be fair, you'd be proud of him for not letting it affect his work. On another hand, you don't see a problem even if he did cancel it – if it meant it helps him and he needs more time to heal.

"It's my job, Y/N," he points out quietly, giving you a little signal that maybe he's not completely fine with it as he looks. You've known him for years, so you know the lack of emotion in his voice is him hiding it.

Sighing, you don't mean to pry any more and you're slowly sliding your arms up, just to be stopped by Jungkook's quiet voice.

"It wasn't exactly easy because thoughts kept coming to my mind whether I wanted it or not... but I was focusing on my work, so I tried to block them, you know?"

You straighten, coming to his desk to face him as he slightly pushes the chair away to give you more space while you lean against the wooden desk.

"But I'm fine, really. I can't break down at every sight of a pregnant woman or something. I do feel sad because like I said, it makes me think of questions like what if... but I'm gonna live." he assures you, giving you a soft smile as you react the same before you give him a gentle nod.

"I need you to live, who's gonna be my best friend?" you joke, trying to lighten up the mood.

Hair put in a man-bun while you're sure the hair tie in his hair is yours, you watch as his features relax and he gives you an amused grin showing the set of his front teeth. Despite the fact he has been locked in his office the entire day and wearing one of his lazy home outfits – which is similar to yours; a pair of sweatpants and a random shirt – he looks slightly tired from staring into the computer screen for hours but still handsome as ever.

"Oh, get out," he scoffs but laughs with you, "Who were you talking to? I heard you laughing." he asks, changing the topic as you chuckle at the instant memory of Taehyung and his dramatic call.

"Taehyung. Apparently Jimin and one of his hook-ups bailed on him, so he's been feeling... offended, petty? You know him," you laugh and Jungkook nods, chuckling at Taehyung as well. "I'm going to the groceries, you want something?"

Jungkook looks surprised as he thinks. "Oh, shit. We were supposed to go yesterday, weren't we?"

"Nah, it's fine. You were working and I was too lazy to go," you shrug, "The fridge isn't empty, I'm sure there is enough food to cook something for tomorrow but I've been craving some snacks, so I'm gonna get them." you explain.

"Snacks? There is a whole cupboard full of snacks." Jungkook reminds you, although you feel the need to correct him that the cupboard is no longer totally full – thanks to his midnight visits to eat some snacks in the middle of the night, despite his current "diet" as he likes to whine about.

"My period is coming, I need different snacks." you tell him, his brows shooting up as he chuckles and nods in understanding.

"Do you want me to come with you?" he asks, leaning comfortably against his chair as you shake your head.

To be completely fair, you hate having to go grocery shopping alone but that's exactly what you were doing back when you were living alone because there was no other choice. Well, it's not like you can't do it. You're an adult but you prefer to go with someone else. But Jungkook is working and you're completely fine with going by yourself.

"Nah, it's fine. You should finish this, so you can finally rest." you remind him as he playfully rolls his eyes at you.

"Are you taking a car?"

"No, I think I'm just gonna walk there. It's not that far away and I've been sitting on my ass the whole weekend." you explain to him as he frowns a little.

"It's about to get dark," he informs you as if you didn't know and it makes you chuckle. "I'm going with you. We can take my car and buy groceries for the next week while we're there." he tells you, already reaching for the mouse to click off his opened tabs.

"You sure? You're working."

"This was my final picture anyway. I'm done," he informs you, saving the pictures and files as he finally turns off the computer. "Let me just grab my wallet and keys, and we can go."

You nod, both of you scurrying out of his office to get your things before you get into Jungkook's car as he drives you to the nearby store.

It's weird to be thinking this, but it actually feels therapeutic to just go and shop, even though Jungkook has been tossing so many unnecessary items you definitely don't need. So you remind him of his diet but he only acts as if he hasn't heard you, ignoring you which makes you laugh.

You push the cart through different aisles, mostly stopping in the candy and snacks section so you can finally decide what your heart – or more like stomach – desires for, while Jungkook disappears somewhere to grab some of his needed groceries. By the time you're done, your cart is somehow almost full but that's only because you've bought more meat, vegetables, fruit and more basic food that it's needed.

Both busy standing in line and then putting your items onto the conveyor belt, you're both in your own thoughts until it's your turn. Just as you're about to greet a young cashier that looks to be your age, your eyes meet but that's until Jungkook tosses something else onto the belt. You and her both look at the sudden item being tossed, your cheeks flaming hot when you notice it's a package of condoms. The girl looks behind you, your own eyes following the vision as you're met with unbothered looking Jungkook who gives you a shrug.

"We ran out,"

Oh god. Turning around, you feel your cheeks hot as the woman looks just as shy as a quiet greeting leaves past her lips and so does yours. You quickly move to put scanned groceries back to your cart as Jungkook can't help but have the time of his life looking at your flustered and evidently shy face.

Giving him glare amuses him even more, no matter how inconspicuously you're trying to do it with your head facing downwards only for your eyes to glare up at him. But the overly confident and amused man has the audacity to actually send you a wink, completely distracting you until you realize he's paying with his card all your groceries. You haven't separated it, since most food you'll share but you were planning on paying for it. You'll just send him money later.

"Have a good evening," The cashier politely says, cheeks red as she realizes how it sounds and her wide eyes look at Jungkook, thankfully not staring at you.

But Jungkook isn't affected at all, raising the corner of his lips up. "We will," he tells her with a completely amused tone while you wish for the floor to swallow you whole. "Have a lovely evening." And he takes the receipt from her hands, bowing slightly towards her as the woman is too stunned to speak and barely manages to bid the last goodbye.

You're rushing out of the shop, smacking Jungkook in the arm as soon as you're out while he cackles at your flustered face.

"Condoms, really?" you scold him once you stop at the truck of his car, he opens it with his keys still in the pocket of his jacket.

"What? We need them, we really ran out," he laughs and you shake your head at him, grinning at the absurd situation. You did run out, since the last time you had sex Jungkook used the last condom – it's hazy but you do remember him tossing away the empty box. "Come on, it's a completely normal thing!" Jungkook exclaims, laughing as you start laughing.

"No, I know," you tell him, both of you putting your groceries in his truck. "The poor woman is probably traumatized because of you."

"Oh, please, she most likely has sex too," Jungkook tells you, scoffing amusingly.

"It was about your behavior later, you moron and you know it," you scold him, causing him to laugh as he doesn't hide it and shrugs with a grin. "You made her flustered."

"I have that effect on women," Jungkook muses, pursing his lips cockily as you roll your eyes, both of you bursting in laughter again.

"Sure, Jeon, whatever helps you sleep at night." you sing out to him, pushing the cart to take it back to its designated place while Jungkook shoots you a playful grin, closing the trunk as he gets inside the car waiting for you to join him.

The rest of the evening is spent nice, maybe not how Jungkook made fun of and insinuated to the poor cashier. None of you actually make a move to have sex once you get home and take care of the groceries. You both relax while binge-watching 'You', Jungkook urging you to go to sleep once your head keeps falling and eyes can no longer stay open. So you take a shower, accepting the warmth and softness of Jungkook's bed right after, waiting for him to join you after his shower.

And once he does, the two of you fall asleep in a comfortable darkness and silence, enjoying the few hours until your alarms wake you up in the morning.

If you had to name one person that you truly don't understand, you'd know right away who that person is. A man with sharp eyes, usually a stone cold expression that has made you believe he's not as bad as he represents himself but then he reminds you that he's not just a man of those features. It's a man who has invoked a new profound ability to irritate you to the core.

Monday is just like any other Monday at work – everyone has jumped straight into their responsibilities and daily tasks, although the party that happened on Friday is still merely discussed amongst the staff.

Despite your nonchalant and cold attitude you've been giving to Yoongi today, the day isn't as bad since you're absorbed in your own work. To be completely exact, you're not even sure if you're giving any attitude to him since you've been ignoring him whenever he was in the same room but it's not like he's been asking for your attention. But at least, you used to spare him a glance or a brief nod in greeting which definitely isn't happening today.

And you've no idea if it's for your current and today's attitude towards him, or if he can still remember the look of disappointment you gave him as him and Jungkook almost went for each other's necks – you've no idea what makes him approach you first.

Because Yoongi never approaches someone first, not if it's work related which you're sure this is not.

"Can we talk?" He approaches you all of a sudden and you hold yourself back from flinching at the sudden voice next to you, not expecting anyone to approach you just like that.

To be fair, you haven't even noticed him since your eyes have been locked onto your phone – using your break to drink tea and drive away the short-lasting boredom for a moment.

You let your eyes set on him briefly, sparing him a glance as you're staying leaned against the counter in the break-room.

"I'm on my break," you murmur, pettily staring back into your phone but not before you take a small spit of your tea, setting the cup beside you as the man in front of you sets a burning gaze at you.

"I can see that," he mutters back smartly, causing even more annoyance to bubble inside of you. "I'm using my own break to talk to you, so you could show some gratitude."

At this, you scoff loudly and your ignoring facade breaks just like that. "You're a real asshole, you know that?"

"Tell me something you haven't told me yet," he tells you, shrugging as you scoff again, avoiding his sharp eyes in fear otherwise you're going to jump on him and strangle him to death. "I'm here to apologize."

And you laugh, bitterly and amusingly at the same time as you laugh in his face which makes him frown and takes a lot of control not to just turn around and leave.

You really are pissing him off and you don't probably even realize it. And maybe he's not the most self-reflective person, he knows he wasn't completely good to you. And he hates that he actually feels guilty and it's your stupid face you made on Friday before you left.

"Min Yoongi and apologizing?" you scoff, "That's hard to believe." you tell him honestly, still sounding bitter but you eye him suspiciously. Well, Yoongi can't blame you for being suspicious when it comes to something as an apology from him.

"Well, then believe it," he mutters, not hiding his annoyance but he has never done that when it comes to you, nor anyone else.

You stay quiet, raising your brow at him as he expects any response from you to help him, but he doesn't get it which makes him let out an annoyed huff.

"I'm sorry for how I acted on Friday." he says bluntly and almost robotically, so emotionless that it actually makes you burst into laughter.

"You're so shitty at apologizing. Have you ever apologized before?" you ask, met with a glare in return.

"For your information yes, very rarely and a long time ago but yes," He rolls his eyes, "So, I apologized. Bye."

"Wait," you call out to him as he's about to turn around, staring at him in disbelief. "That's it? I apologized and bye? Don't you have anything more to say?" You know you're pushing your luck but a simple sorry doesn't cut it for how he acted.

"What do you want me to say?" he sighs, "Sorry I was an asshole. Good?"

"Well, perhaps you could start with why you are sorry. And not just because you are an asshole, because we all know that."

"God, how does he put up with you?" he murmurs under his nose, causing you to glare at him as you put your phone next to your cup just to cross your arms over your chest.

He hesitates, staring at you instead but is met with another raise of your brow as you wait expectantly. Sighing both in defeat and annoyance, he rubs his skin behind his ear as he smacks his lips.

"I shouldn't have interfered into your business with Benjamin and your boyfriend,"

Ignoring the way he calls Jungkook your boyfriend, mocking you, you keep glaring at him.

"I took it too far."

"Why did you do it though?" you ask him, still eyeing him as if he should burst in laughter and tell you he's joking. You'd like to think you know him to some extent, and you do. But it's hard to detect whether he's really sincere or playing some tricks on you.

But the sight of him shifting on his spot, visibly looking uncomfortably as discomfort is visible on his scrunched and frowned features, makes you think that he might be sincere after all.

"Why did you butt in just to call me out? You knew Benjamin was interested in me, yet you told him about Jungkook which okay, I have no idea how that came up in your conversation with him but fine... it happened and you didn't exactly lie to him,"

You know it would be a douche move to tell him that he didn't have to tell him about Jungkook. If he was on your side, he could've just stayed quiet and not assure Benjamin Jungkook is only your friend. But it's stupid because he didn't lie, something you did. You and Yoongi aren't friends, yet he knows some things about your life that strangers shouldn't know – but it's your own fault for being open to him because despite his annoying personality, some things aren't that hard to tell him.

You guess it's more about the fact he should've been on your side, or at least something you'd appreciate about him if he did that. But he didn't. In a way, you feel slightly betrayed but can you be surprised? Like you said, you and him aren't friends.

"But you still decided to stick your nose and make Benjamin think as if he has a chance. I lied and I feel fucking guilty about it, but it was the better way to not hurt him."

"Or it was a better way for you so you didn't have to confront him and make yourself uncomfortable," Yoongi tells you, your mouth hanging open because you feel absolutely called out.

And you feel even more guilty than ever when you realize that he's right. You didn't exactly decide to lie to Benjamin just for your sake, so he's wrong about that. You lied for your and Benjamin's sake and Jungkook helped you with it.

Benjamin might not be a completely bad person, but the way he looked at you when Jungkook was next to you and the tone he talked with – it's something that made you extremely uncomfortable. Something Jungkook noticed that night and decided to pretend to be your boyfriend for your own sake.

"I'm not perfect, Yoongi," you remind him through your clenched teeth, "I did it for both my and his sake. It still doesn't excuse you for butting in and acting like an idiot. Is it really that fun to annoy me? Do you really hate me that much?"

Yoongi opens his mouth, a little perplexed by the sudden questions thrown at him. "I don't hate you, Y/N."

"Well, you sure make it seem like that," you scoff, "Couldn't you just mind your business? I just don't understand why you did that."

"Because I'm an asshole," he tells you honestly, "I really was bored and I didn't know what harm I'd cause."

"You're unbelievable. You never know, Yoongi," you tell him angrily, not hiding your disappointment. "I know we aren't friends but I was at least expecting you to have my back." you scoff at yourself.

Maybe you're making this more dramatic than it has to be. You didn't even know how much this whole thing upsets you and that you actually were expecting him to have your back, not until now.

"You women are dramatic, just another reminder why I'd rather deal with guys," Yoongi comments, making you look at him furiously as the corners of his mouth twitch but he controls himself, sighing. "Like I said, I crossed a line and I'm sorry for that. You're right, it wasn't my business and if Benjamin made you feel uncomfortable, you did what you thought is right,"

You stare at him.

"I still think you should've been upfront with him. You shouldn't care about others feelings too much, be more honest because than it'll backfire at you,"

Did he just give you advice? 

It's funny how you've been told you're honest your whole life. And you are. You know you're straight-forward, honest and blunt. But it does not always apply to every situation and it really depends on that situation you're in. For example, you really wanted to spare Benjamin's feelings because he has never openly said he likes you or anything like that. If he did, you'd be honest with him and tell him politely you're not interested. You wouldn't have to lie to him.

"So now that's done, my business here is finished." Yoongi says, smacking his hands together as he gives you a tight smile and turns around without another word.

You stand there speechless, staring in disbelief as his figure slowly disappears among the group of people who enter the break-room. Shaking yourself out of your stunned state, you finish your tea quickly and go back to work.

It's around lunch time, too consumed with your work and not feeling hungry at all, that you stay behind and work on some calls that need to be made when you see Yoongi again. You're surprised he's still lingering there considering most people from this department went out for lunch. But his sharp and expressionless face is not the first thing you see and it is not an indication of him still being in the building.

It's the paper bag with a croissant in it being tossed onto your desk that makes you jump, rushing to apologize to the woman who's on the phone with you that sounds concerned on the other line. Looking at Yoongi, you see him briefly giving you a look – noticing he's wearing a jacket that means he was outside and came back just now.

The woman's voice is just an empty sound you can't concentrate on, not as you watch Yoongi giving you no other reaction as he drags his feet to his desk, holding his own paper bag from the bakery nearby. For the rest of the day, he doesn't spare you a glance but you're not innocent either because you never thank him for the croissant he bought you. You didn't ask for it but you still appreciate it.

None of you mention it but that's how things are with you. Some things are better left unsaid – at least that's how things are better with Yoongi.

When you come home after a long day, the apartment is quiet and for a moment you think Jungkook is working outside again, but that's soon to be proved wrong when you hear sounds coming from his office. The door stays closed and you tell yourself you're going to wait for him to come outside to ask him if he wants the take-away tonight. You're too tired to cook tonight, plus you feel the sudden pressure in your lower back and stomach from time to time, knowing it's just a matter of time before the first round of cramps will make themselves known.

You could just go there and knock, ask him if he wants something to eat since there's nothing cooked and you'd like to eat something before you fall into your state of pain and uncomfortable period symptoms. But you decide to wait a little bit longer, hearing voices which makes you wonder if he's calling with someone. Plus, whenever he has his office door closed you don't like to interrupt him because even if he never said anything about it, you know he closes the door to have privacy and time to work.

So in the meantime, you take a warm shower and make yourself an alchemilla tea after you change into more comfortable clothes. You wait a few minutes, texting with Jimin for a minute as you ask him if he's alright since Taehyung told you he's apparently sick. He doesn't give you too many details, just says he must have caught a cold but it's nothing serious, he's still going to work like any other adult person that's scared to take a sick leave.

Your stomach grumbles a little, notifying you of hunger considering you haven't eaten much today and you weren't exactly hungry, until now. Seeing Jungkook has been locked in his office ever since you came, you decide to knock on his door after all.

Fist in the air to knock and brows furrow, you hear another voice that definitely isn't coming from the phone and you realize Jungkook has someone in there. It is weird because he has never mentioned anything about visitors but you don't pay too much attention to it, since he can invite whoever he wants to his home. You just wonder how you could have not noticed the extra pair of shoes in the entry that doesn't belong to you or Jungkook.

Knocking, you hear Jungkook let out a response with a short "Yeah?" causing you to open the door to find two pairs of eyes already staring at you. Even through your confusion at the sight of another woman sitting right next to Jungkook behind his desk, you greet both of them as they greet you back.

"Hey, how is it going?" you ask, smiling at the young woman that seems to be familiar but there is barely enough time for you to think about when you have seen her before.

"Good, I'm just showing Ester my recent works," Jungkook answers happily, grinning at Ester who gives him a shy smile and seems to be a little surprised by your sudden appearance. "Oh, you met her before, you remember? In the club?"

Ah, that's where you know her from. She's the woman Taehyung was trying to introduce to Jungkook which turned out to actually happen. According to the words he said to you that night, he just wanted Jungkook to meet someone and talk to someone new.

Turns out they have more in common since she's a photographer too, which would probably explain why she's here and they're both looking at Jungkook's work on his computer.

"Ah, yes, hi! It's good to see you again," you tell her with a smile, still unsure of her presence but you have no reason to be impolite.

She's pretty just like you remember her being that night. Well, she definitely wears less make-up and you get to see her features more clearly, since you're out of the darkness of the club where you saw her the last time. The same could be said to you because even if you weren't putting the best effort in your appearance that night, your face is make-up free and you are wearing baggy clothes right now. Still, she definitely looks more presentable than you at the moment.

"Y/N, right?" she asks and you nod, "It's good to see you again." she says back, returning the polite smile as you look back at Jungkook which catches his attention since you're reminded why you're here.

"I was just about to order some food, I'm not in the mood to cook tonight. Do you guys want something?" you ask, well both of them since Ester is here and it would be impolite not to include her.

It seems like Jungkook took care of her since there's a bowl of snacks on the desk and he must've offered her a drink too. Your can of sprite to be exact but it's not like it matters.

"Oh, no, thank you! I'm leaving actually," Ester informs you, glancing at Jungkook as they look at each other until he glances back at you.

"Sure, I'll just have the same you order for yourself," Jungkook tells you, "Thanks."

You nod, feeling like it's a fried wings type of night knowing what order Jungkook would choose anyway. You excuse yourself, giving them one final smile before you close the door and leave them up to their business.

By the time you order the food and make yourself comfortable on Jungkook's couch, cuddled up with a blanket that's wrapped around your body, the door of Jungkook's office opens.

"...like I said, it's nothing to be stressed about. I've seen your work and I wouldn't recommend you if I didn't believe in you. You'll do great..." You hear Jungkook, Ester nodding at him with a smile that shows gratitude.

She bids you a goodbye once she notices you on the couch and the sounds coming from the television. You sit upright, waving at her and saying goodbye to her, ignoring the sharp pain in your lower stomach. You hear their muffled voices for a minute or two until the front door is closed.

Pressing the heating pad on your stomach, you pray the food delivery will arrive soon so you can at least eat something before you go to sleep. Jungkook's feet paddle against the floor as he joins, the space next to you bending slightly under his bed.

"Did you order the food?" he asks lightly, checking what you're watching just to find you're binge-watching Harry Potter again which makes him mentally chuckle.

"Yeah, it should be here soon," you answer, voice muffled by the blanket as Jungkook frowns, noticing your state.

"You okay?"

"I just got my period," you tell him, glancing at him just to not be able to hold back the pout that makes it onto your lips.

"Aw," Jungkook lets out, "Did you take something?"

"Yeah, it got too uncomfortable," you answer, "Sometimes it's manageable but there is a month when it gets too much."

Jungkook nods, staring at you in a pity wishing he could do something for you but he knows there's nothing much he can do. So he just cuddles to you, slightly frightened you'll tell him to fuck off considering women are unpredictable when on their period, joining your warm space under the blanket.

He kisses you into your hair, hand placed over your stomach to already find the heating pad there.

"Do you need anything?" he asks, causing you to shake your head.

"No, thanks," you tell him quietly, "I already made myself a tea, took a painkiller and have my heating pad," you inform him which makes him nod. "But you could rub my tummy, if you're so willing to help." you tell him with a giggle across your shoulder which makes him laugh.

Never misses an opportunity for some good rubbing, Jungkook thinks as he shakes his head at you with a grin plastered on his lips, hand already pushing the heating pad away to caress your aching lower stomach.

You hum comfortably, the painkiller already starting to work as the intervals of your cramps mitigate slowly.

"How was your day?" Jungkook asks quietly beside you, head resting against one of the cushions as he watches the movie with you.

"You're not going to believe it but Yoongi actually apologized to me today," you share the news excitedly with him, Jungkook rolling his eyes at the mention of the annoying man just right when you lay on your back, motioning for Jungkook to continue with his caressing. "And he bought me a croissant for lunch."

"You didn't eat lunch?" Jungkook frowns, your turn to roll your eyes at him.

"Wasn't hungry that much," you mutter, feeling as if you're about to get scolded by your parents but Jungkook just sighs. "Anyways, he did apologize in his style but I was so shocked that he did."

"He had a reason to apologize," Jungkook says and you nod, shrugging.

"Yeah, well, he never apologizes so I guess that's why I was so shocked."

"What a lovely man..." Jungkook says sarcastically, causing you to smack your lips as you raise your brow at him.

So you share everything that's been said between you and him, not forgetting to point out he actually admitted that it wasn't any of his business and that he crossed a line. Jungkook just nods, not really giving you any verbal response even though the clear annoyance of topic 'Yoongi' is very much visible. Ending this topic of conversation, you ask him about his day and even though you don't voice it out, Jungkook sees your curiosity of Ester's sudden presence in his home.

"I was editing the entire day, made some bookings and things like that," Jungkook tells you, "I invited Ester because... you remember when I told you about Junho offering me the job?"

You nod.

"Yeah, well he was looking for another person and Ester came to my mind. We followed each other the night we met at the club. She finished college two years ago and has been trying to start her own business, but she's still pretty new at it but she's really good at what she's doing. I get the feeling she's very insecure about her work and it's sad because she really is talented. So I asked her if she would be interested in working with me on the project in your company. She's been struggling financially as well, from what I've understood and I know how hard it is to start. I had no one to explain things to me or help me, it sucks when you have no one. So I offered to help." Jungkook explains, telling you how the two of them actually met again.

"That's sweet of you, Kook," you tell him genuinely, smiling at your friend that just shrugs as if it was nothing. "Show me her Insta." you propose, so he momentarily stops rubbing your stomach to pull out the phone out of his pants.

With one hand, he opens the app and hands you the phone to check her account.

There aren't that many pictures of her, most of them just of nature and animals but there are some people that look like her friends. In one or two she's in them as well but there are no solo shots of her, which to be honest you'd expect the opposite because she looks photogenic.

"Wow, she really is good." you hum as Jungkook silently agrees, tossing his phone next to him once you hand him the device.

"We just showed more of our stuff to each other and I kinda explained to her what the project is about, what her role is going to be in it. I mean, Junho said he'll tell me more details soon so it's not like I know everything about it."

"Yeah, there isn't much information or further details yet. At least nothing you already don't know," you inform him, knowing the further details should be discussed this week. "I'll look into it tomorrow, it's supposed to happen in two months and we don't have much time to organize everything."

All of you in the company have to make sure everything is planned and settled. Two months might seem like a long time but it really is not. You have to have everything planned for the next big meeting which should happen with Mr. Huang who's going to be present through a video call, so you can present it to him and make sure everything is up to date.

Glancing at Jungkook, you find him staring at you with a mischievous smirk which makes you laugh in confusion.

"What are you staring at?"

"You're kinda hot when you talk business,"

You burst in laughter, ignoring the little butterflies his compliment caused.

"Shut up," you scold him, interrupted with a buzzing notification from your phone. "The food's here."

But Jungkook is already standing up, getting the food and coming back quickly with the delicious smell of fried wings and fries which makes you almost moan. You dig right in, stuffing your face until you're too full to continue but Jungkook assures you he'll gladly finish the food.

When you mention and tease him about his diet, all he gives you in response is a great view of his tattooed middle finger.

You can't believe your desperation.

With the absence of Jungkook for the past couple of days, the only time you got to properly talk to him were the evenings whenever you'd watch a one episode of some show, you realize that you got slightly needy.

Maybe it's the fact that Jungkook has been barely home, working on his own projects to the point he couldn't join you in mini-golfing with Jimin and Taehyung last weekend, which was the only time you've hung out ever since you moved into Jungkook's place. It's not his fault and you completely understand that.

If he's home, he's usually back in his office working again and you could clearly see how exhausted and busy he has been. Work isn't the only thing that occupies his free time. He makes sure to go to the gym to keep himself sane, which you understand, because you've your own routine to do whenever you come back home after a busy day. A lot less productive than Jungkook working out for two full hours.

You still have time to talk about your day but the true absence which makes you desperate is Jungkook's touch. It sounds silly and you think of it this way because you're not ready to have sex every day. But you're not going to lie – your period ended and you kind of expected something to happen, whether it was a way to make each other feel good after an exhausting day or just simply using the fact you're hooking up.

The truth is that nothing happened which again, you actually understand because Jungkook seems to be too busy and his head is in other places.

You obviously couldn't have sex while you were on your period, at least it's not something you wanted to brought up to the table. But after your period ended, things just stayed the same. Busy and absent.

It's got to be your hormones, you're sure of it. Because at first you were fine with not having sex at every opportunity, even if there weren't that many to begin with.

But Jungkook would just do his own thing and so would you. Sleeping next to him being shirtless definitely hasn't been helping. Or the sight of him coming out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped lowly on his hips.

Anyway, the lack of Jungkook's touch or him showing any interest in you made you want to stomp like a little kid. It's true Jungkook is usually the one to initiate sex or anything intimate. The only time you actually initiated something was when you were tipsy.

Shortly said, you grew tired after a week of nothing happening and it's been only recently that you've started to feel sexually frustrated. And the memories of Jungkook innocently brushing his hand past your lower back in the mornings whenever you'd meet in the kitchen before your work has definitely sparked the flame of desperation and horniness. Or the fresh scent of him whenever he'd come out of the shower, hair still wet and skin glistening.... Fuck.

You've heard him playing a video game when you brought him the cinnamon rolls you've baked today – a poor attempt at trying to distract yourself. Honestly, it's not that dramatic but he's not working anymore and you kind of salivate at the thought of his dick. Plus, the last time you had sex was when you were attending your company's party together – the simply memory of that is giving you butterflies.

Walking into his office and being met with gun shooting sounds, you find him in the same position as you've last seen him with the only difference of an empty plate on the desk.

Shamelessly, you stand behind his chair and sneak your arms down his chest, chin resting on top of his head as you stare at the game. He barely pays you attention, cursing under his breath when he misses the shot but shows his great gaming skills when he manages to kill the other character.

His hair smells nice of his shampoo, looking fluffy and wild considering there's no hair-tie that holds it in place this time. His chest feels hard under your touch, your hands itching to touch him some more but clearly, your presence isn't important right now because Jungkook's big eyes stay glued on the screen.

"Kook," you whine, "How long are you going to play this game?"

"Why?" Jungkook murmurs, cursing right before a triumphal "Ha!" startles you.

"I'm bored," you tell him, standing straight as you keep your arms next to your body, slowly walking around the chair to lean against his desk to face him.

But no response is heard from the man in front of you, who's too immersed in that stupid game of his which makes you purse your lips in annoyance. He's making this very hard and while you're trying to do things in a subtle way, you're not sure how long you'll be capable of doing that.

You groan silently, poking your head in Jungkook's direction which makes him frown. "Y/N!" he scolds you loudly, whining when you're covering most of his screen.

"Jungkook we've barely been hanging out lately," you whine, fully realizing you sound like a bratty child but who cares. Jungkook clearly doesn't as he hums, making you wonder if he's even listening to you. "Can we hang out?"

"What do you want to do?" he asks mindlessly, pressing the keyboard's button repeatedly.

"I don't know...." you mutter, pouting as you slightly rock on your heels, whining loudly when Jungkook totally ignores you once again.

So you stand in front of him, earning a fit of complaints right away. This way Jungkook finally looks at you, frowning with a pout on his own lips before he grabs your waist and tries to pull you away. "It's the final round! Babe, come on! I'm gonna do everything you want later, just let me finish this!" he says too quickly, probably not even realizing what the stupid petname caused to your burning flame of desire between your thighs.

Sighing, you move to let him finish the stupid game while the loud sigh of relief resounds from him once he notices he luckily hasn't been killed yet.

So you stand there, looking grumpy as ever while you listen to constant keyboard smashing and clicking caused by Jungkook's quick fingers.

Three minutes later, when you're debating to leave because this is ridiculous, Jungkook finally smacks his hands in one quick and hard clap, showing his smug joy of winning. He leans back against the chair, stretching his neck before he finally gives you the attention you've been desperately trying to get.

"What's up?"

You scoff, laughing at the absurdity of this situation.

That catches Jungkook's attention and his eyes slightly widen in surprise and confusion, hands reaching for your hips as he brings you closer to him and you let him. Pulling you to his lap, you sit on his thighs with heart picking up pace with each second you're closer to him.

"Is there a reason why you're being this needy?" he chuckles, cocking his head to the side slightly.

You're not sure what possesses you but suddenly his gaze seems too much, so you lean your head against the crook of his neck, using the fact he can't see your face this way.

"I'm just bored," you murmur, feeling his hand on your hip as he squeezes it.

You don't see him poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek, a knowing smirk on his lips as he hums against you. You're never this needy and you wouldn't come here just because you're bored. You'd scold him or do anything else rather than having that look in your eyes. You probably don't know how easy it is to read you.

Jungkook didn't realize the reason for you coming here, not until you just stood by with a weird look on your face, clearly preventing yourself from either saying or doing something. So he has taken the chance to touch you and bring you closer to him. And what did you do? Listened to him like an obeyed puppy and that's when he knew.

"Just bored, huh?" Jungkook chuckles again, trying his best not to laugh at the way you cling to him like a little child, sitting on his lap like it's the best place to sit in. "You sure there's nothing else?"

And that's when you groan, throwing your head back for a dramatic moment which causes Jungkook to laugh while his hand caresses your hip. "You know..." you simply tell him, causing him to snort.

"Of course, I know. It's not hard to tell you're horny,"

"Jungkook!" you whine, hiding your face into the crook of his face embarrassingly while he enjoys the embarrassment you're currently experiencing.

"What? Just say you want sex, babe, it's not a crime." he teases you, causing you to groan in response.

"Don't say it like that," you mutter, "It's the stupid hormones."

Jungkook hums in response, giving the side of your ass a small smack. "Okay, let me just play one round and I'll take care of you."

Face flushed, you groan both in annoyance and embarrassment. "Seriously? You've been playing this for hours."

"Let's not be dramatic, it's barely been an hour," Jungkook rolls his eyes playfully at you, "You gotta be patient."

"You're doing this on purpose," you comment, huffing a little. "Is game seriously more important than sex with me?"

Jungkook cackles, "God, you're so needy," he murmurs cheekily, "Of course it's not, but I want to play this final round. So be a good girl, either sit on my lap and watch or wait for me in the bedroom."

Ignoring the urge to press your thighs together, you wonder what possessed Jungkook to say things like this because that's certainly another side of Jungkook.

"Jeon, I'm so wet, you've no idea." you admit desperately, placing a kiss on his jaw as you slowly start kissing his neck – your secret weapon to make him pay more attention to you. He sits there, letting you kiss and occasionally suck onto his skin, not too much though since you don't want to leave any marks.

For a moment you actually feel bad considering now Jungkook finally has free time to do something for himself, other than hitting the gym and other things he does to occupy himself. But just like Jungkook called you, you're being needy and probably selfish as well because you don't care about his stupid game. And as you sneak your hand between your bodies, locating his crotch idea you make sure to squeeze the soft bulge that's in his sweatpants. Fuck, this man isn't wearing anything underneath and you quickly have to catch yourself from moaning out loud.

"Now you're playing dirty," Jungkook groans, letting you rub his bulge as you smirk against his neck.

"If you don't want me, it's okay just tell me." you murmur, stopping your movements for a second since you had the courage to even say out loud the possibility of him not wanting to have sex with you right now. Which surely would be okay because he's allowed not to want sex whenever you want and vice versa – you'd be just fucking embarassed if that's the case right now since you've stooped low by clearly showing him your neediness.

"You crazy?" Jungkook chuckles, "I always want you."

And he's not lying because his dick in your hold hardens even through the thin material of his sweatpants.

"Then fuck me, do something." you whine, ignoring how much wet it feels between your thighs by his shameless confession.

You're not sure if he really means it or said it just for your sake – but it doesn't matter. He's clearly getting hard.

"You know what?" Jungkook hums in a low tone, "Go grab a condom from my nightstand," he tells you, giving your ass another smack as you straighten, sparkles of excitement in your eyes as you meet his gaze.

He hides a grin, licking his bottom lip as his gaze momentarily falls onto your lips.

"Bring the toy as well."

You freeze, staring at him with wide eyes before you look around confusingly.

Yes, since there's not many of your things at your own apartment – you obviously took the box with the sex toy in it as well. You certainly weren't planning to leave it for the woman that's about to move in there. Not that Jungkook gave you a choice since he told you to not forget to bring it as well – which you would even without him telling you but the fact he reminded you of it made you feel even more excited.

"Bring it... here?"

"Just do as I say," Jungkook tells you, grinning when he notices you rolling your eyes at him but you obey.

Standing up, you walk out of the office to his bedroom, quickly opening the new package of condoms before you take out the single foil. Glancing at the box that's placed in the corner of the room, you bite your lower lip before you quickly pull out the sex toy too. You're not sure what Jungkook is planning but you trust him, knowing it'll be worth it. He hasn't fucked you in his office yet, so maybe that's what he wants right now. Although, you don't exactly understand where exactly he wants to have sex since there's still a bunch of your boxes and a disassembled bed taking most of the space.

Not burdening your mind with it, you quickly grab the things and make your way over there. Jungkook is already setting the new game for him and you stare, giving him a look as he motions you with his head to come closer. You do, setting things down to his desk as he sits back onto his chair again, eyeing you up and down.

You certainly don't look too attractive. Wearing leggings and one of his baggy shirts you found laying on the washing machine in the bathroom the other day, you can't say you look your hottest at the moment.

"Take off your leggings and panties," he tells you casually, causing you to almost choke as you look at him dumbfounded, but he cocks his brow at you in challenge.

"Is–"

"Just do it," he cuts you off, motioning with his hand for you to get to it.

You hate how many butterflies and sparks it gives you.

So you listen to him, taking off your clothes just like he told you to with his eyes on you the entire time. Panties and leggings tossed on the ground, you reach for your shirt but he cuts you off with a raspy tone.

"Leave the shirt on,"

Giving him a look, he ignores it and cocks his head at his evident growing bulge that makes you swallow dryly.

"Pull me out,"

You hesitate for a second but drop onto your knees the next one, already hooking your fingers under the hem of his sweatpants as he helps you to take it off. His hardening cock almost slaps you in the face as it stands upright, still slightly growing and hardening as you lick your lips unknowingly.

You're about to touch it, wanting to taste him again because it's been a while since you had him in your mouth, but Jungkook cuts you off before you can even get close to him.

"Stand up,"

You do, still watching him attentively while trying to figure out what's his plan.

"Get the condom,"

Your hands move embarrassingly too quickly, already ripping open the foil package as you're about to hand it to Jungkook, just for him to tell you to put it on. He notices the surprise flashing on your face but you're already moving to obey him, slowly and carefully sliding the condom down his length.

"Is it good?" you ask unsurely as Jungkook has watched the whole process of you putting it on.

He grabs his length, causing you to stand upright while the wetness is starting to become too uncomfortable to you. Watching him giving himself a few testing tugs makes you bite onto your lip harshly, shamelessly salivating at the sight even when Jungkook looks up at you finding you ogling him.

"Turn around and bend over,"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You do without any words, waiting for him to stand up or do something but surprisingly he stays in his spot, barely moving. You're about to look back at him to voice out your confusion when you suddenly feel his two fingers between your thighs, rubbing your pussy which makes you whimper.

"Fuck, you really are wet," Jungkook says in amazement, rubbing your clit and folds for a good minute as you grind into his hand.

The second he pulls away you're ready to cry out, eager for him to continue because you get a feeling you'd be able to cum just by him rubbing you. That's how desperate you are.

But before you could make any sound of disapproval, Jungkook licks his two fingers by putting them into his mouth, just in the right time for you to see as you look across your shoulder.

And then he puts them out, wiping the saliva onto his shirt as he pats his lap.

"Come sit on it," He wants you, what? Before you can properly show your shock, he's gently grabbing you by your hips and pulling you into his lap. "Come on," he prompts you with a light but raspy tone.

Glancing again across your shoulder to make sure this position could actually work, you find Jungkook gripping his length with one hand while the other stays on your hip, gently guiding you onto his lap.

The moment you feel his tip grazing over your hole, you gasp and press your thighs together. You still don't fully sit on him, hands gripping the arm rests of his chair to keep yourself balanced. The position will clearly make it harder for him to enter you and as if Jungkook could hear your thoughts, his deep and raspy voice reaches your ears.

"Spread your legs a little,"

It's kind of an awkward position with your ass in the air and legs slightly spread, you don't get the time to dwell on how it must look because Jungkook pushes his tip inside of you, making you gasp in an instant. Brows pinched together, you almost fall back on him at the pressure of his length slowly entering you. When Jungkook's tip is safely inside of you, spreading you for his hard cock, his hand reaches between your thighs as he locates your clit, giving it a few slow circles to help you relax.

Hand on your hip slowly pulling you down on his lap, you also put some pressure as you carefully start sitting down on him, moaning when you can feel him inside of you as he stretches you. Your wetness provides enough lube not to make this unnecessarily painful and even though the stretch is tight and it burns, you love every second of it. You hear Jungkook sigh in pleasure once you press your thighs together like before. He feels your walls tightening but he mostly focuses on you, making sure this position isn't hurting you. He hasn't stretched you out after all and there has not been any foreplay. Just you and your needy cunt.

Moments later and you finally fully sit down, whimpering when your ass meets his pubic bone as his length is fully nestled inside of you. Your back automatically meets his chest, head thrown back as you're trying to make yourself relax but it's hard when your walls clench around him, trying to get used to him inside of you.

"You did great," he mutters, lips placed on your temple for a short second. "Now sit back and wait."

What?

Eyes instantly open, you're met with a sight of the ceiling before you tilt your head towards him, already finding him staring back at the computer screen as he pushes the chair closer to the desk.

"What?" you mutter in confusion, still trying to get out of your already fucked out state.

"You heard me," he tells you, barely giving you a glance as he starts a new game causing your jaw to drop in disbelief. "Have you ever heard of cockwarming?"

"You can't be serious," you scoff.

Of course, you know what that is. You did wonder about it before but it has never been on your mind with Jungkook. Not with him when whenever you were about to had sex, you were too eager to feel him. You just don't think you're the right person for this since you lack patience. Cockwarming sounds like a torture.

"It's a compromise," he tells you, trying to hide the amused tilt to his tone.

You're speechless, trying to wrap your head around what is happening as Jungkook happily goes back to his game as the sounds of it start to play from the speakers.

"Jungkook," you whine not even a minute later, finally feeling the familiar burn of pleasure that comes back and is nowhere near satisfied.

You need at least some kind of friction. You clench around his length unwillingly, your body asking for more as your name leaves Jungkook's mouth in a low and warning tone.

"I can't do this, don't do this to me." you whine, throwing your head back again to lean it against his shoulder as he quietly chuckles under his breath. This bastard...

"Spread your legs you brat," Jungkook tells you through his clenched teeth, hands still skillfully playing the game as he shoots other players. You do as you're told, spreading your legs. "Now bring them up."

Ah... you know what he means, so you bring your legs up which isn't completely comfortable either since your muscles protest a little bit – you, doing the bare minimum for your body in the form of basic stretching or exercising.

The cold air hits your crotch right away and you shiver, not because of the sudden breeze but the fact you're stuffed full with Jungkook's cock. Your knees hinder a little bit since his arms are outstretched to play with the keyboard and mouse, but somehow it's not as bad and he is able to play even with your knees up.

Jungkook continues to play the game as if none of this is happening in the first place, making you mentally scoff in disbelief at this man and his self restraint. His hands are busy, not where you want them to be for sure, so there's not a chance he'll do anything at this point.

So you clench around him, grinding your hips a little which earns you a disapproving grunt in return.

"Kook," you moan, shamelessly grinding with his cock inside of you because you definitely won't just sit there and go through this torture.

"Grab the toy," he orders all of a sudden, causing you to stop your shameless grinding as you glance at the toy. "Do it." he says with a firm tone when you take a moment to react.

Thinking he has a plan, you listen to him and grab the sex toy he has so kindly gifted you. To be honest, whenever you'd use it alone it didn't bring you such pleasure as you wanted. But when you use it with Jungkook, that's a whole nother story.

You're not sure what to do with it, having a tight grip of the cock-shaped toy makes your cheeks feel hot for some reason. But luckily, Jungkook is here to guide you.

"Turn it on,"

"Turn it on?"

"For fucks sake, just do it babe," Jungkook grumbles through clenched teeth, your heart picking up its pace at the word again.

You turn it on, the sex toy coming to life as it starts vibrating in your hand. Your whole hand buzzes and your face gets flushed, your eyes glancing at Jungkook's side profile as you find him staring at the screen with a clenched jaw.

He takes his chances, pulling his left hand off the keyboard just to adjust and make you grip the sex toy the opposite way. He leads your hand between your legs, pressing the buzzing and vibrating device against your clit which makes you arch your back immediately, a loud gasp resounding from your open mouth.

"Fuck, holy shit this feels good," you gasp, Jungkook's hand leaving yours as you want nothing but whine at the loss of touch. It's funny because his cock is still inside of you, fully erected and ready, but you still yearn for more touch. Somehow, it feels like he's not touching you enough.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks breathlessly, feeling you repeatedly clench as the toy brings you another wave of pleasure. "Make yourself cum then."

And you do because this is the only way to do that for now. Your body moves naturally, still looking for some kind of friction as you grind, wanting to feel Jungkook's cock moving, but you're immediately scolded and warned by Jungkook. He really expects you to just sit on his cock?

You're beyond annoyed and frustrated, hating how restricted you currently feel but weirdly enough, the whole situation is so fucking hot and something you've never done or experienced before. And the fact that Jungkook looks so hot and he barely does anything. You imagine how your connection must look right now and you wish Jungkook had a mirror nearby, so you could see it with your own eyes. You're so full of him, desperate for him to thrust inside you like he always does. Desperate for him to deliver a few slaps on your ass, gripping your hips tightly as you can hear the sinful sounds of your body meeting his one.

You really like to torture yourself but the simple thoughts that can be also considered as memories make you feel even more hot, your whole body already burning with desire. You wish you wouldn't be gripping the armrest with your right hand, so you could grab your breast and squeeze it like Jungkook does. But you're too scared to move much, scared to lose the unbelievable pleasure that flows through your whole body.

You circle the toy against your clit, moaning a set of curses while Jungkook's breath gets hitched every now and then but besides that, he barely reacts.

Growing more desperate, you feel the familiar knot that suddenly snaps and before you know it, you're already cumming around Jungkook's cock with the sex toy still pressed against your swollen clit. Riding yourself off the orgasm, the toy slips from your hand and hits the floor with an audible thud, your whole body relaxing as it keeps clenching around Jungkook's cock for a few more moments until you're completely satisfied.

Too fucked out, you flinch once Jungkook abandons the game and sneaks his hand between your thighs to rub his fingers over your pussy, right around where he's nestled inside you to find you swollen and wet.

"Fuck," he simply mutters, rubbing you as you whimper and moan at the same time.

"I can't believe you just made me do that," you admit breathlessly, tilting your head towards Jungkook as he looks at you with a smirk, moisturizing his bottom lip with a tip of his tongue.

He shifts on his spot, his length poking you on a weird spot inside you that makes you whimper.

"Ow,"

"Sorry," he apologizes right away, patting your sides to get you off him. He helps you, holding you by your hips as you're trying to stand up on your wobbly legs.

Using his desk for support, you lean against it as you face Jungkook, noticing how wet and coated the condom is with your cum.

"What a mess," Jungkook teases, glancing up at you with mischievous eyes but your eyes are too focused on the treasure between his legs.

Dropping down on your knees, ignoring how they hurt from the impact, you give Jungkook a glance and cock your head towards him.

"Take the condom off," you tell him, watching how dark his eyes suddenly turn as he understands you immediately.

He does slide it off, debating for a second where to put it and you snort, causing him to roll his eyes at you before he tosses it carelessly on the ground, but not before he rolls it over so the wet part is inside. He wipes the wet fingers against his shirt just as you settle more comfortably between his legs and wrap your hand around him.

He sighs in content, leaning his head back as he lets you do your own thing.

You lick him, kiss his tip, suck on it as you truly cherish the pleasure you're giving him. He groans here and there, making soft but audible sounds which makes you satisfied because Jungkook isn't the type to scream his lungs out. He sounds so hot with the deep and raspy groans, occasional sighs as he lets you unknowingly know that you're doing a good job.

He's in his own world, grunting once you finally wrap your mouth around him and try to take as much as you can of his hard length. You dribble down his length, your saliva sliding down the hard and veiny skin, down to his balls. You suck him off, growing accustomed to a one rhythm while your other hand pressed against his balls, rubbing them which makes him almost shoot out of his place.

You've never been so bold with anyone but Jungkook always livens up another version of you. Version that even you didn't know about. Or maybe it's the fact how comfortable you feel to do all of these things with him.

You've noticed how Jungkook likes to be touched there, it's like his breaking point in every blowjob and you're happy, mentally cheering, at your own discovery.

Even though it has never been your favorite sexual act to do, Jungkook kind of changed that. You never liked to have a mouth full of dick, choking yourself for some air with a need to gag. In your teenage years, close to adult years, you always wondered how it'll feel like and to some extent, you never understood what's so special about it.

Yes, you still don't like to gag feeling like you'll throw up any second because – who likes that? But there's a certain kind of pleasure in giving pleasure to your partner. You also once thought the penis has to be the ugliest human and male part. But now you're salivating just at the sight of Jungkook's one.

You can't give Jungkook all the credit. Even when you started dating Haechan, you obviously experimented a lot because then you were very inexperienced. Your interest in blowjobs and different sexual acts grew. But only Jungkook sparked a new rush of interest. And maybe that's why he's so irresistible, maybe that's why you're willing to play with fire if it means having a mindblowing sex life.

"You close?" you ask breathlessly, a trail of saliva connecting you to his cock as he breathes out at the sight. His tensed thighs and rushed breaths give you a clue he might be.

"Yeah, shit," he answers, watching you through the hooded eyes. "Where can I cum?"

"Whenever you want," you answer immediately, Jungkook biting harshly onto his lower lip as he quickly searches your face while your hand works on his length, pumping it and squeezing it.

"Fuck, take your shirt off," he demands, your eyes widening a little as they spark with a new found interest.

Jungkook's tone is urged and rushed, causing you to act quickly as you momentarily let go of his cock and pull the shirt over your head, exposing your naked breasts to him.

"Fuck, you're a goddess," Jungkook curses, your whole chest and stomach clenching with butterflies and you can't help but smile at the praise and compliment.

And then your lips curl into a tiny smirk, your mouth sucking on his tip that makes him groan loudly, head thrown back once again with his eyes shut. You bop your head again, trying to take all of him which is almost impossible but you still try your best, always retrieving when you feel as gagging.

"Gonna cum on your tits, okay?" Jungkook manages to let out, voice groggy and you hum a soft "Mhm" around him, and he swears he's about to see stars.

A few more pumps and seconds of the warmness of your mouth, he informs you he's cumming so you pull away, his hand replacing yours as he quickly jerks himself off. You watch with dark but attentive eyes that makes Jungkook think how cute you look, kneeling on the floor completely naked waiting for him to paint your skin with his cum. And that's his breaking point, his cum shooting straight onto your chest, some of it getting on your neck.

The warm white liquid paints your skin, his hand working on his length as he jerks himself through the orgasm. A small amount still spurts out of his tip but in a slower manner, coating your nipples as his cum drips down your chest.

You look down at it, breath hitching at the sight of his cum on your skin. Fuck, this is so hot. But then Jungkook does something that makes you salivate. He takes his dick and guides it towards your chest, smearing the cum over your breasts as his cock starts softening. Once he's done he looks smug as fuck, smirking with hooded eyes and hair falling into his face.

You stand up, just for Jungkook catching you and pulling you towards him. He pushes you closer to him causing you to bend down slightly as you're baffled about what he is about to do. But then he licks a long stripe between the valley of your breasts, tasting his own cum. And as he pulls away, he gives you a cocky grin which makes your breath hitch.

Next second you know, his hands are on your ass cheeks as he spreads them open, chuckling a little at your completely speechless expression. And then, delivering a gentle slap to one of your ass cheeks, he licks his wet lips.

"You already know what to do."

Turning on your heel, you rush to the bathroom to take a shower to clean off Jungkook's drying cum. Little do you know Jungkook watches you as you walk out of his bathroom, biting into his lip at the sight of your naked figure.

[milfloveer]

Suprise

Pairing: Patti LuPone x fem!reader

Plot: Patti finished one of her shows and you're waiting in her dressing room, only she doesn't know you're there

Warnings: Patti being sad is a major warning and trigger don't you agree?

A/n: I'm simply and completely obsessed with Patti LuPone and some of her characters 😩 it's not even healthy fam

A/n II: also this isn't my best work, but will do ig

Today was Patti's premiere of A Life in Notes and I wasn't able to go as I was shooting for my new upcoming movie... At least it was what Patti thought.

I was always present on her first and last shows without failing, always there to be the loudest in the crowd when the show was over. But this time was different, I couldn't be there because this movie was draining me out, always shooting and reshooting.

Of course she was sad when I told her and I was too, seeing her like that made my heart, the one who beats for her, break. But what she didn't know was that today the shooting went really well and by the time I was finished I still had an hour to be at the theatre where Patti was doing her show.

I was currently changing clothes and putting some makeup on, so I could hurry up and go to Patti's show when a knock sounded on my trailer door "Come in!" I say and as the door opens Aubrey, who was part of the cast of the movie I was working in, walks in with a smile, already changed from the costume "You ready, love?" she asks and I frown "For what?" I ask confused, I don't remember making plans after shooting, she simply chuckles "Your wife's show duh." she says and I relax "Totally! Are you coming too?!" I ask excitedly "Of course I'm coming, wouldn't miss a Patti show for nothing." I just smile from ear to ear, grab my purse and walk out with her "Don't tell Patti we're going, she doesn't know and I want to make it a surprise!" I say excited and Aubrey just laughs at me "You look like a child ready for some candy, y/n." I stop and look at her "I am a child and my candy is waiting for me." I say smirking and winking at her, which she responds with a mocking disgusted face making me laugh.

As we arrived we were instantly met with Kathryn and Joe "Oh my god! Y/n! Aubrey! You made it!" Kathryn said as soon as her eyes landed on us, I was changing messages with her all day and of course she knew what was going on, she gave us a big hug and so did Joe "Yes! Isn't it awesome?!" I asked excitedly as they nodded with big smiles "Oh, and please don't tell anything to Patti, I want to surprise her, she doesn't know we're here." Kathryn already knew but nonetheless she lifts her hands in surrender as saying she won't tell anything and Joe seals his lips with an invisible key.

As we're talking I see from the corner of my eye the director of the show walking by, excusing myself I walk away so I could get to him. As I'm approaching him his eyes fall on my figure and he instantly recognises me "Mrs. LuPone!" he says happily greeting me with a warm hug "Oh, please, call me y/n. We're friends after all." I tell him and then proceed to explain what my plan is and to say he's delighted and excited too is an understatement "Patti really was a little low today and now I know why, but this will certainly make her night Mrs. LuPone- I mean, y/n!" he says laughing softly "Great! Then it's a deal." I say clapping my hands and saying goodbye so I could join the group again and go find our seats.

The show goes smoothly, we laugh, we cry, we sing and we feel everything. My eyes were always glued to my love, the glint in my eyes just like a child seeing his favourite toy, the love and admiration evident in me, proud emanating from my body as I followed her figure on the stage. And her voice. Oh, her beautiful voice. I'll never get tired of it, at home she's always singing something and sometimes I join her, but mostly is her singing while I watch with pure joy and love.

The last song is over and the crowd erupts into applauses and cheers and, as always, I scream from the top of my lungs and whistle, trying to be the loudest of them all, completely forgetting what I've planned and that she shouldn't know I was there.

I'm brought back to reality when a member of the crew approaches me and tells me to follow them, as well as the rest of the group. We're arriving at Patti's dressing room when suddenly she appears and I quickly jump behind a random black tall box that's in the way. Aubrey looks at me confused and so does Kathryn and Joe, then I point into Patti's direction and they all hurry to her cheering and congratulating her about her performance as I slip into her dressing room.

"You guys! What are y'all doing here!" Patti says, her big smile reaching her ears as she receives big hugs from everyone "You were incredible Patti!" Kathryn says "Yeah! Just wow! No words- like wow." Joe says and then she turns to Aubrey with wide eyes "Aubrey! What- How are you even here?!" and with that Aubrey just replies with one of her sarcastic and funny remarks "I ran away from the studio." she says shrugging her shoulders while everyone laughs "What about y/n, did she came with you?" Patti asks expectantly "I thought I heard her in the crowd screaming and whistling, but couldn't find her." she says still hoping it was true and I was there, but Aubrey being the good actress she is, puts on an act "No... Sorry, Patti she had more scenes than I to shoot. She couldn't make it." she says with a sadned and apologetic tone. Patti's face drops "Oh, alright. It's... Alright." she says and gives them a tight smile "I'm goin to change and then we could all go out for dinner, hm? My treat?" she asks and all of them agree.

I was seated on the little couch near the door waiting for my love. The door opens and I see her coming in and leaning into it as it closes, she lets out a shaky breath and it breaks my heart... She really wanted me here tonight "What's wrong, my love?" I ask softly while getting up from the couch.

She gasps and jumps, her eyes open quickly as she was not expecting someone to be there "Oh my gosh! Wha-" her eyes lock with mine as I approach her figure "Y/n?" she asks, her hands reaching out to my face, cupping and caressing it "Yes, my love." I say smiling lovingly "You really didn't think I would miss your show, right?" I ask with a breathy laugh, Patti lets out a shaky breath and brings our lips together to a soft and tender kiss, comforting even. "I love you." she breathes out against my lips bringing a big smile on my face "I love you too, Patti." I say kissing her again.

[justtwotired]

Hi!

How are you??

This is like random but I've had this thought on my mind for like a really long time about a oneshot where basically Lloyd x fem reader where they are like lovers to enemies then back to lovers and I was wondering if you could do a oneshot about it with a happy ending if

Ahhhh omg, yes. Love it!!! The moment I read this I immediately started brainstorming and writing ideas and I rarely do that lmao, I love this one a lot, I hope you enjoy!!!

Also, I am so, so, so sorry this took so incredibly long, I’ve been super busy and I hoped to write a lot this summer but my mom is really sick and me and my brother have to take care of her, I made this one shot extra long to make it up to you<3

“Sensei, we have to do something, he’s in pain,” Nya followed after Wu who just left the med bay. Lloyd had come back from a sticky mission where he had been injected with a poison.

The team had no idea what kind of poison it was so they couldn’t find a cure either. Lloyd was in terrible pain and was currently passed out while Zane tried to tend to the physical injuries.

“I’m going to call someone who can help us,” Wu said calmly and Nya frowned, almost running to keep up with her sensei, who, despite his old age, moved rather fast.

“Who are you going to call?” The moment she asked the question, the answer landed, “you’re going to call, (name)- no! She and Lloyd hate each other,” her eyebrows furrowed yet her eyes were wide in panic.

Sensei Wu didn’t answer and kept on walking, making Nya grumble in frustraiton and turn back to the medbay.

——

I was lazily scrolling trough TikTok when my phone started ringing. I hesitated as I saw who it was but picked up anyway.

“Wu?” I said a bit confused.

“(Name), we need you to come to the monastery, it’s Lloyd,” he said and I rolled my eyes, sitting back against the couch, ignoring the fact that he sounded troubled and in a hurry.

“What’s with Lloyd?” I asked, not that I cared, I just wondered why he thought I could be of any help. Not like Lloyd would want me there anyway.

“He’s injured and poisoned, we do not have an antidote and we aren’t sure if he’ll make it trough the night at this point,” Wu explained qucikly, not wasting any time and my stomach sank.

“What? What happened?” I shot up off the couch. “What kind of poison?” I already started walking towards the hallway to grab a jacket, ready to leave.

“Like I said, we aren’t sure, we sent him on a mission and he just came back completely beaten and collapsed, we need you here straight away,” he said and I nodded, quickly stepping into my heels which where the easiest to put on at the moment.

“Yes, alright, I’ll be there in ten,” I promised and hung up. I opened the door an once outside I summoned my elemental dragon.

I held the element of healing, which is probably why Wu called me. I met Lloyd at the tournament of elements and even though I was out rather soon, we became quick friends. I hung out with the team a lot and after the events with Morro, we fell in love.

I think that him asking me to be his girlfriend had been the best day of my life, I had been crushing on him for a long time at that point.

We were together for a long time… until Harumi came around. I found out she was a traitor soon enough, yet when I voiced this to Lloyd, he didn’t believe me.

I remember it quite well.

“Lloyd, I’m telling you, something about her is just off,” I followed him as he wandered onto the deck, a frustrated look on his face.

“You’re being paranoid, Rumi has nothing to do with this whole thing, how could she even?” Lloyd turned around making me stop in my tracks.

“Oh please, Lloyd, it’s so obvious, she’s putting up this whole innocent princess facade and all of you are just falling for it!” I pointed an accusing finger at him. “She’s evil, I can feel it. Besides, I overheard her make a weird phone call earlier today and soon after Zane’s cover mysteriously fell, that cannot be a coincidence!”

“(Name) stop! You’re being unfair! How dare you call her evil accuse her of such things?” He raised his voice making me do a shocked step back. “Rumi has been trough enough and does not need you to be badmouthing her. That phone call could have been anything- god, her home was burned down and her parents died, of course she’s going to be having phone calls, she obviously wants updates!” He threw his hands in the air.

“How can’t you see what’s right in front of you! How fucking gullible are you, Lloyd? She’s manipulating every single one of you!” I yelled and his eyes were filled with rage.

“What is wrong with you!? I don’t even recognise you anymore, a few days ago you where still my happy, excited and kind (name), and now you’re cold, mean and unfair!” His eyes flooded with red and he took a step closer making me take a small step back. “You’re being vile and cruel, god I don’t even recognise you anymore!” My jaw clenched as he yelled at me and my eyes darkened.

“Well maybe I’m not to person you thought I was,” I looked away from him, “and maybe you aren’t the person I thought you where, because the Lloyd I thought I knew would’ve believed me in a heartbeat!” I accused and he let out a humourless, disbelieving laugh.

“Yeah, maybe I’m not who you thought I was,” as he said it, he took another step closer, his eyes dangerously narrowed and his hand went up to point and accusing finger at me.

My body reacted on instinct, flinching and taking a few steps back, I bit my lip to stop it from trembling as I looked at him with tears and fear in my eyes.

He faltered at my reaction, his eyes wide with shock, “love, I-” He started but I cut him off.

“Don’t call me that,” my voice broke, and I softly shook my head. “It’s over Lloyd, we’re done,” I turned around and headed back inside to pack my bags and leave.

He didn’t stop me.

I swallowed away my tears as I landed at the monastery, my dragon disappeared and I hurried inside, immediately heading to the medbay. When I opened the door, I was crashed into a hug by Jay.

“Oh, (Name)! It’s been ages,” he hugged me tightly and I chuckled hugging him back.

“It’s good to see you too Jay,” I patted his hair before we made our way over to the others who where all discussing and send me quick hello’s.

Kai and Cole where arguing over what to do, Zane tried his best to tend to Lloyd, Nya pitched in rather annoyed with Kai and Cole saying they needed to stop arguing and get to a point. Jay was really trying to help but in reality he was just in the way making Zane irritated.

“Alright, everyone except Zane out!” I yelled and silence fell as they looked at me. “You heard me, Zane will explain to me in short and then I can get to work in peace, everyone out now,” I pointed at the door and one by one they started to leave.

I’ve known them for ages, they knew better than to go against me.

“Zane, do you have any idea about the poison in his body and how long it’s been in there?” I turned to the nindroid and we exchanged theories.

I examined Lloyd’s cuts and bruises which had already been tended to pretty good, while Zane explained.

I thanked him and then he aswel left the room. When he was gone, I put my hand on Lloyd’s forehead and it started to glow a faint purple. I closed my eyes and concentrated.

——

An hour later, I had finally found an antidote, injected it and I had taken care of some other bodily injuries.

When I opened the door to find the others, I found them all waiting outside.

“He’s fine,” their faces lit up, “he’ll need assistance for a few days so someone needs to look after him, also I suggest I stay here for a while to make sure we aren’t caught by a surprise, I’ll be gone before he wakes up,” I avoided eye contact at the last part and the tension was high.

“Uhm, (name),” Cole spoke up and I met his brown, kind eyes. I had missed him, he was such a gentle giant, but the moment me and Lloyd broke up, I decided it was best to not contact the others. “We do not really, uh… have the time to take care of Lloyd the coming days,” he broke our eye contact to look at the ground.

“Yeah,” Kai piped up, “we’ve already been busy enough, now that Lloyd can’t do anything for a few days, it’s even worse,” he awkwardly said and my face fell.

“Are you suggesting..?” I trailed off and looked behind me at Lloyd who was now peacefully asleep instead of murmuring, tossing and turning in pain. The sight had broke my heart.

“It would help us out a lot,” Nya said sheepishly and I sighed.

“Fine, I’ll take care of him,” I crossed my arms before stepping out of the doorway. “Now go and see him, he won’t wake up for a few hours so I suggest the lot of you get some sleep soon,” I said before leaving to make myself a cup of tea.

——

Another hour later, I was sat next to Lloyd’s bed in the medbay. Cole had suggested carrying him to his own bed, but I advised against it, I had my tools here in case things went south, it was better if he stayed here for another day or two, depend on how he would be doing.

Besides, I didn’t want him moving to much incase any stitches ripped.

My eyes traced the features of his face, he had come to look a bit older in the year that I hadn’t spoken to him. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been keeping up with him on the news though. Always watching to see if he was doing alright.

Sometimes I missed us, sometimes I regretted saying all those things that day, even if some of them were true. And god was I petty, the day after our fight I was fantasising about how we would get back together, I had ruined it all with one simple text.

I told you so.

I had unblocked him and blocked him again just to send it after I saw Harumi went to jail. I ruined my dreams where he’d come knocking on my door to apologies that day.

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Lloyd again, he was just as handsome as I remembered. The small scar behind his ear that I had traced with my finger so many times was still there, he still looked as peaceful as he did back then when he slept.

I had the sudden urge to hold his hand. To hold his hand and pretend like nothing ever happened, like we hadn’t broke up a year ago, like he still loved me.

It didn’t matter how much I tried to convince myself I lost feelings for him. I went on dates with other people, tried to erase him out of my mind, I acted as if he wasn’t the best boyfriend I had ever had.

And yet then I looked at him and all the memories came flooding back, the memories of how he talked to me as if I was the most important thing in the world, the memories of how he’d always needed to be touching me in some way because it made him happy, the memories of how I loved him.

Suddenly he stirred and I froze, my eyes locked onto his which were slowly opening. Looking outside I guessed it was almost 2 AM? The others had already gone to sleep per my orders.

Slowly his eyes opened and he groaned, bringing his hands up to rub the sleep away. He tried sitting up but I quickly stopped him.

“Don’t sit up yet, you’ll pass out again,” I warned and rested a hand on his shoulder to lay him back down, he froze at the sound of my voice.

“(Name)?” The sleepy look in his eyes suddenly disappeared as he realised who I was, his eyes filled with something familiar, something I had missed so much. “What are you doing here?” The adoration in his eyes was gone and he narrowed them.

“You were poisoned,” I whispered, “your uncle called, I came as fast as I could,” I explained, avoiding his eyes.

There was a beat of silence as he took in my words.

“And you actually came?” He sounded surprised making me bite the inside of my lip. “Why?”

“He said you weren’t going to make the night,” I tried so hard to keep my voice from breaking but it still did. “I wouldn’t know what I’d do with myself if I found out you died and I could’ve changed that,” I blinked the tears in my eyes away and finally got the courage to look at him.

The adoration was back and I swallowed thickly. “How are you feeling?” I asked quietly and his eyes tracked back to the ceiling, letting out a sigh.

“Tired,” he answered. “Sore,” he added and looked at me, “what did you do?” He asked and I shrugged.

“The first I did was try to take out most of the poison, even though I was late and it already started spreading,” I avoided looking at him, looking out of the window instead. “Then I used the tiny bit I managed to get out to find out what the poison was to be able to find and antidote, lucky for you it was here,” I explained.

“Thank you,” he mumbled and I swallowed thickly.

“Not a problem,” my voice cracked and I mentally cursed myself. He did not need to see me this weak.

“Hey,” I looked up when his hand found mine. “I’m serious, thank you,” he smiled softly and I smiled back, trying to blink away the tears, hoping he didn’t see them.

“You should get some sleep,” I stood up, making him let go of my hand. “I’ll be here for the coming days, seeing that the others are to busy to take care of you,” I headed for the door but stopped at the sound of his voice.

“Can I go to my own room?” He asked and I turned back around.

“No, not today, maybe tomorrow,” I said and he frowned slightly, making me sigh. “In case of anything going wrong, I need you here, where my tools are. Not only that, but you are weak and unable to make it to your bed, you stay here for the night,” I explained and he scrunched up his nose.

“Are you calling me weak?” He looked offended and I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, now sleep,” I left the room without another word, ignoring his offended shout.

———

I took a deep breath as I stood in front of the door before I opened it, letting myself in. “Goodmorning,” I greeted Lloyd who was already sitting up. I put a glass of water on the table next to him. “Did you sleep well?” I asked.

She shook his head and looked at me. “Nope,” he popped the p as he said it. “Sleeping after being poisoned isn’t to comfortable for your information,” he said sassily and I rolled my eyes.

“I can just go now, if you keep that up,” I threatened with a glare and he huffed and looked the other way.

I bit my lip and sighed. “How do you feel?” I questioned.

“Fine I guess, maybe a little ill and my wound hurts a little,” he still avoided looking at me, but I just decided to ignore it.

“I see,” I nodded and contemplated for a moment. “Well, I’ll be back in the afternoon to check up on you then, do you need anything right now?” I asked him and he opened his mouth to say something, but the words seemed to get stuck in his throat. “Well?” I asked a bit impatient.

He hesitated a bit before speaking. “I guess some company would be nice,” he admitted and my throat ran dry.

“The others are out for missions and your uncle is meditating at the moment, I’ll ask them when they are free,” I quickly said and moved to walk away but he grabbed my wrist.

“You know what I mean, (name).” He looked me in my eyes and I swallowed before taking place on the chair.

“Fine,” I stated, “how do you wanna pass time?” I asked him and he just shrugged meekly.

“Tell me what you’ve been up to,” he looked at me and I bit my lip slightly before I started.

“Nothing much, I continued my job at the cafe and I went back to my tiny apartment, I’m glad I didn’t sell it,” I started.

Before I met Lloyd and the team, my life was just normal, I worked in a cafe in the city and lived in appartement not far from it. When I did meet Lloyd and the others, I quickly found a home at the monastery and barely went back to my apartment anymore. At one point I thought to sell it, but it was the only place to fall back on after the fight, so it’s good I didn’t.

Lloyd nodded and gave me a look that told me to go on. “I uh, I started to study medicine, hoping to still be able to pursue being some sort of doctor,” I revealed making his eyebrows raise.

He knew it’d always been something I wanted to do, I talked about it a lot, yet never really did anything with it, but it turned out that leaving Lloyd and the others gave me a lot of time I didn’t know how to spent.

“Best of your class I suppose?” He asked with a cheeky grin, making me chuckle and nod.

“I am,” I admitted, “but I’ve already got lots of experience after being woken in the middle of the night to patch up some wounds at least once a week for a few years straight,” I gave him a pointed look making him chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re welcome,” he joked and I shook my head with he smile. “How’s Frankie?” He asked me then, causing my smile to grow.

“Yeah, yeah Frankie’s good,” I happily answered before remembering something. “Having some great times though,” I scowled and elaborated at his confused look. “He’s got the neighbours cat pregnant,” I told him with a scoff.

“Of course he did,” Lloyd huffed a laugh, “I’ve seen him eye Meowtra, the little hornbag he is,” he gave me a look as if to go against the statement and I just lightly glared at him.

“Stop,” I warned, but grinned non the less.

Silence fell again, besides what I told my life wasn’t to eventful, and I definitely wasn’t about to tell Lloyd about the dates I went on.

“And you?” I asked eventually. “How have you been?” I of course knew what’s been happening to some extent, I’ve been keeping up with the media.

“A rollercoaster of emotions really,” he answered. “A lot happened when you left, but I assume you know,” he gave me a look causing me to avert my eyes.

We both knew what he was talking about and I knew that with his comment, he was walking about the text I’d send him.

“Things have been good at the monastery though,” he said. “There was some tension in the beginning but it’s almost back to being normal. As good as all sons of Garmadon have been caught, so we aren’t worrying about that anymore, mostly just missions like they where before Sensei went missing,” he explained and I nodded before halting.

“Almost back to being normal?” I asked a bit confused, tilting my head a bit to the side as I looked at him.

He awkwardly averted his gaze and looked the other way as he talked. “Yeah,” he said. “Things are still different with you gone,” he admitted making me freeze as I felt a lot create in my stomach. “Everyone misses you,” he told me and I lightly frowned.

“Everyone?” I asked, he knew what I meant and then looked me right into my eyes.

“Everyone,”

I bit my lip, looking down at the ground, because fuck, of course I missed him too.

“I should visit sometime then,” I still didn’t look at him and pulled my legs up onto the chair, hugging them to my body.

“I think the team would like that,” he smiled and I met his gaze.

There were some beats of silence and I wasn’t sure what to say any further, so I just decided to change the topic.

“Wanna see if we can get you to your room?” I asked and he nodded eagerly.

I left the chair behind as he started to get out of the hospital bed. I was quickly at his side as he tried standing up. He wobbled a bit and put a hand on my shoulder out of reflex.

He gave me an apologetic smile and I light heartedly smiled back.

“C’mon,” I said and put his entire arm around my shoulder to help him walk.

Together we stumbled out of the medbay and I walked him to his room, not even having to wonder where it was, because one year ago, that was my room aswel.

I opened the door and walked him to his bed where he finally got to sit down and rest for a bit.

“Fuck, that poison is nasty stuff,” he said and I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah no shit, it almost killed you,” I pointed out and he gave me a sheepish smile.

I looked around the room to see that nothing had really changed, all the pictures in his room where the same, except for a few, I noticed. Some of them were taken down… the ones I was in.

Only one remained, it was a picture of me and him, both with huge smiles and ice cream cones as we sat in the park.

For the remaining, everything stood in the same place, his desk was a mess as always and the posters were all still hanging in place, even the Sleep Token poster I had added.

While I looked around the room, Lloyd had laid down, legs now under the covers. I had to physically stop myself from automatically joining him in the bed like I had done thousands of times before.

“How are you feeling?” I asked him, glancing over. He turned his head to me from where it rested on his pillow.

“Fine I guess,” he said. “But- I do have a stinging pain on my back,” he admitted. I sighed and walked over.

“Alright, c’mon, sit up,” I gestured to him and he did as told, turning his back to me and sitting with his legs crossed on his bed as he did. “Okay, can you take the shirt off so I can have a look?” I asked while grabbing my phone in case I needed better light.

“Oh?” He said suggestively, causing my cheeks to flush and quickly look over at him.

“Lloyd!” I scolded and he just chuckled before pulling his shirt over his head. He always did that stupid flirting whenever he was injured and I needed to have a look, causing me to ask him to remove clothing. It always made me flustered. And sometimes a little horny.

When I saw his bare back, I saw I did not need a flashlight. A big part of his back was blue, almost purple, while there were some grazes that seemed to have draw light blood.

“Shit, where you slammed against a wall or something?” I asked, trailing the wound with my hand, causing him to shiver.

“Might be, I don’t remember,” he admitted and I shook my head.

“You stay here, I’ll grab you some salve,” I said before leaving the room without any further comment.

I came back within a few minutes and started slowly spreading the cool salve over his back, trying to ignore how his muscles moved under his skin whenever he shifted.

“I’m done,” I told him and put the tube in my back pocket, he turned to face me. He stared at me for a second before absolutely baffling me.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, causing my eyes to slightly widen.

“I- what?” I knotted my eyebrows together in confusion.

“About.. you know, the fight,” he clarified, causing realisation to hit me.

“Lloyd-” I started but he cut me off before I could continue.

“I just needed to say it, I always wanted to, but I was just too much of a coward to do so,” he admitted, making me lightly bite my lip.

“Okay,” I just nodded, what was I supposed to say to this?

“Okay?” He raised and eyebrow at me, causing anger to boil up.

“Yeah, okay, what do you want me to say otherwise, cause I am not gonna apologise!” I pointed an angry finger at him.

“(Name)-”

“No, you were an absolute dick to me while I was just warning you and I was still right in the end!” I yelled, the anger I had felt all that time ago, the anger that I had still felt the entire year deep down, came running back up.

“Yeah, you made that clear,” he huffed, casing me to shoot him a quick glare.

“Yeah, the text was a bit of an asshole move, but it felt good at the time,” I crossed my arms and looked right at him.

“Oh it felt good?” He raised his eyebrows with wide eyes, looking at me in disbelief.

“Yeah, it felt good,” I repeated. “I sure hope you realise how absolutely devastated I was after everything. I was shattered after leaving not only you but the others! Not only that but it was over a stupid fight about that- that stupid, evil, moron of a princess that had all of you eating out of her hand!” I yelled at him and he was stunned into silence.

I bit my lip hard, trying to get rid of the tears in my eyes but they refused and just started streaming down my face, I hid my face in my hands not wanting him to look at my face right now. He seemed horrified at the sight and quickly stood up.

“Hey- hey I’m sorry,” he said again and put his arms around me while I sobbed. “I’m sorry, for everything, not believing you, yelling at you, making you feel unwanted and fuck- I’m sorry for not chasing after you after everything,” he whispered to me as I sobbed.

“You’re an asshole,” I said trough hiccups and he just chuckled.

“I know,” he answered and hugged me tighter. I pulled my hands away from my face and hugged him back, my sobs slowly dying down.

“God- I missed you so much,” I admitted and I felt him tense a bit after my words, causing me to immediately regret them.

“I missed you too,” he said and I sighed, closing my eyes and burying my face in his chest, tears staining his plain grey shirt. “Do you think we could ever go back to normal?” I pulled away slightly to look at me.

“Normal?” I asked him, locking eyes with him.

“You know what I mean,” he mumbled a bit embarrassed making me lightly smile.

“Maybe if you take me out for ice cream when that poison is completely out of your system,” I lightly grinned at him, causing his eyes to light up.

“I can do that,” he grinned, eyes full of joy, before they quickly darted at my lips and then back up. He acted as if it didn’t happen and I scoffed as he took a step backwards.

“Oh for gods sake Lloyd, just kiss me already,” I exclaimed.

He didn’t need to hear it twice as he stepped closer again and leaned down. I put my arms around his neck while his hands came to restnon my hips.

His lips locked against mine and it felt like a weight finally fell of of my shoulders. It was like I had no worries at all as I kissed him again and I think he felt the same.

He pulled away for a second and we stared each other in the eyes, causing me to giggle giddily. He grinned before dipping down to kiss me again.

Bonus:

It’d been a while since Kai had spitter (Name). He’d decided to head to the medbay to check if she and Lloyd hadn’t killed each other, only to find it empty.

Confused he left to check Lloyd’s bedroom, wondering if maybe he had been fine and she had just left without a word, again.

He opened Lloyd’s bedroom door, only to halt at the sight.

In the bed laid two figures, both sound asleep. Lloyd had his arms around (Name) while she was cuddled into his chest.

Kai grinned before closing the door and rushing off to tell the others about what he just found.

[literaryavenger]

Meet The Guardians Of The Galaxy

Summary: The Avengers meet the Guardians of the Galaxy for the first time.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: I'm not sure what this is, but I was just thinking how it might go if the Avengers met the Guardians of the Galaxy. It started with the reader cooing at Groot and Bucky being jealous and this is what came out, lol, hope you like it! Needless to say, this doesn't follow the MCU timeline, like basically all of my other stories. Don't ask me how Thor knows the Guardians, the bitch just do. I also just needed Bucky fluff, like always, and I'm really happy how it turned out! Like always I appreciate asks and messages and am always up for it if you have any ideas.

Masterlist

By this point you’re very aware that there’s life on other planets, that the universe is a place much bigger than you ever imagined. Working with the Avengers allows you to see so many things that you never thought could possibly even exist.

Super soldiers, superheroes, enhanced individuals, even Thor himself is a demi-god from literally a different planet.

This particular demi-god is the reason why today you and the rest of the team find yourselves in the common room of the Avengers Compound, a spaceship casually parked in your yard.

They call themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy: Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket, Nebula, Drax and Mantis, literal aliens currently bickering amongst themselves because they came to earth to visit Thor the wrong day, resulting in Thor not being home for their arrival.

"Is that a plushie?" you ask, a little confused, pointing at a little teddy bear-like thing on Quill’s shoulder and effectively ending their search for who is at fault for their mistake.

He looks even more confused than you and asks "What the hell is a plushie? This is Groot, he’s a Flora Colossi."

You decide, for my own peace of mind, to ignore the latin and instead focus on the cute little thing on his shoulder who is now moving and looking at you weirdly.

"I am Groot." he says in the cutest voice ever.

"Oh my god, you're just adorable!" You say, reaching your finger out for him to hold, freaking out at his cuteness.

"I remember when you used to talk to me like that…" you hear Bucky mumble behind you, which makes you laugh and, with your attention still completely on Groot, you tell him "God, you really are a needy bitch, Barnes." at which everybody laughs.

"Yeah? And you’re just a bi-"

"Hey!" you basically yell, interrupting him and startling Groot.

"I’m kidding!" he quickly says, putting up his hands in defeat. With one last glare at Bucky, your attention turns back to Groot.

"I am Groot!" he says again.

"I know honey, you said that." you tell him.

"I am Groot." he says, yet again, at which Sam answers "Yeah, you’re Groot, got it."

Groot says "I am Groot." again and, before Sam can say something that you're sure is gonna be very rude, you turn to the Guardians and ask "Why does he keep saying that?"

Rocket is the one to answer "Well, he don't know talking good like me and you. So his vocabulistics is limited to I and am and Groot. Exclusively in that order."

His answer leaves you all a little dumbfounded but again, for your own sanity, you all seem to decide to let it go.

Instead Bruce asks "So how do you understand him?"

"We speak Groot." Nebula says like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"How can you speak ‘Groot’ if he says literally the same three words, in the exact same order, in the same way every time?" Tony asks, starting to get a little frustrated, probably because the genius can’t do something that seems to come really easy to a bunch of space idiots.

"We manage." Quill simply says.

At this point Groot reaches his little hands towards you, signaling that he wants to be picked up, so, before Tony can make any sarcastic comment, you look at Quill and ask, excitement clear on your face "Can I?" while pointing at an awaiting Groot.

"Sure." He says, and you very carefully pick him up and put him on your shoulder.

"Be careful not to move too fast, he’ll hold onto your hair for dear life." Gamora warns you.

"Noted." you say giggling a little when Groot sticks his tongue out to Gamora, then she does the same to him, making everyone else laugh too.

"Buck, look how cute he is." you coo at Groot who's playing with your finger.

"’s not that cute…" he says quietly but you hear him, and apparently so does Groot because he says "I am Groot." in a very annoyed tone that prompts a chorus of whoas and protests from the guardians.

"The acorns on you, kid!" Quill says, and everybody just knows he said some really bad words to Bucky.

"Who even taught you that word?!" Rocket sounds like an exasperated parent.

"I am Groot."

"What do you mean, Drax taught you?! WHY WOULD YOU TEACH HIM THAT?" 

"The small tree asked." Drax says unbothered.

"Just because he asks doesn't mean you have to teach him dirty words!"

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"It's really common sense, Drax." Gamora interjects, calmer than Rocket.

"I am Groot."

"See, even Groot knows you don’t have common sense, Drax, that’s why he asked you." Quill says.

"I am Groot."

"I am not stupid, tree!" Drax glares at Groot.

"See, he’s not cute. He’s a disrespectful little shit!" Bucky says, also glaring at poor Groot.

"I am Groot." the guardians snicker, leaving the rest of you confused.

"What? What did he say?" you're too curious not to ask as Groot is now glaring back at Bucky.

"He said he doesn’t understand how a sweet person like you is with someone like him." Nebula translates, earning some gasps and snickers from everyone else too.

You look at Bucky trying hard not to laugh and he looks like he's about 5 seconds away from murdering Groot.

He takes a step towards you but Groot, still on your shoulder, makes the cutest little growl and starts flinging one of his arms around in Bucky’s direction, the other one holding to your hair so as to not fall.

"Oh, he’s ready to fight a bitch." you say unable to hold in your laughter any longer and the others follow you.

"What?" you turn around and Drax is giving you a confused look.

"What?" you say, calming down from your laughter.

"I do not understand. He does not resemble a female dog." he looks at Bucky and then back at you.

"He- I don- What?" you’re as confused as you’ve ever been, everybody else’s faces mirroring your own.

"His people are completely literal, he doesn’t understand metaphors." Rocket explains.

"Oh… fun." Tony says, still a little confused.

"Is it though?" you hear Gamora mumble, before Mantis starts giggling.

"It is!" she says with the joy of a kid on christmas morning.

"It’s really not." Nebula says casually, and from that the Guardians start bickering amongst each other.

You look at Groot who’s still on the warpath with Bucky and then at Rocket, the only one not saying anything.

He meets your eyes and simply says. "This is what I gotta live with."

"Oh, poor little racoon." you coo at him while laughing and that seems to stop the bickering.

"Hey, I am no racoon!" Rocket tells you defensively.

"I am Groot." Rocket groans and Quill snickers.

"Groot’s right, he’s a trash panda." he says knowing the people of earth will know why that’s funny.

Some of the Avengers laugh, but you gasp trying to hide your amusement for Rocket’s sake.

"You know, you might be right, Buck. He’s not that cute and innocent after all." you turn to your boyfriend, who gives you a slight pout.

"I’m cuter than him, right"- he asks you with those puppy eyes he knows make you melt.

"Aww, of course you are, baby." you give him a kiss on the cheek, almost forgetting about Groot on your shoulder until he talks again.

"I am Groot." the Guardians “aww” and coo at him but before you can ask, Mantis explains. "He says he understands now why you’re together."

"He says he can see how much you two love each other." Gamora finishes.

You smile at Groot and he smiles back before making the cutest yawn, looking at Bucky and doing grabby hands at him.

Bucky looks at you and you take his hand and guide it towards where Groot is, he’s uncertain but when Groot climbs on his hand Bucky looks almost like a little kid seeing a butterfly up close for the first time.

He brings Groot against his chest and the little tree gets comfortable and falls asleep almost immediately, while everyone else in the room coos at the two.

"This might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen." you whisper, not wanting to wake up Groot, and Bucky looks up at you and flashes a smile bright enough to light up the whole of New York.

"I guess he is kind of cute." he says looking back down at Groot’s sleeping form, leaving everyone else snickering as quietly as they can, while he imagines how it would be to be like this one day with a baby that’s his and yours, and you can’t help but think the same thing.

Part 2

[skania]

OnK Chapter 150

Honestly, the naive part of me wants to believe Aka is doing this in purpose, because this chapter alone highlighted like half the reasons why I find romantic!Aqua and Kana so poorly written lmao

Compare that to this:

The writing in Aqua's and Akane's is so much better it's unreal 😂

I'm so glad to have confirmation that Goro's regrets were appeased by knowing that Sarina is living her best life as Ruby. Goro acting like an over-protective dad and Aqua reaffirming that Ruby is his precious little sister were the highlights of the chapter for me. Figures that once Aka finally gives us some Aqua insight, he immediately makes it clear where Aqua stands in regards to Ruby lmao

Goro is often personified as the guilt and regrets Aqua carried into this new life, but he is much more than that.

He is an entire framework of thoughts, complexes and experiences right there at the center of the individual we have come to know as Aqua. He is the entire base Aqua is built on, because when he reincarnated, he was just Goro - albeit a Goro thrown into a completely different situation, and a completely different life.

Of course, the longer Goro lives as Aqua, the more Aqua he becomes. He has been developing a new framework of thoughts, complexes and experiences that are more befitting of his situation and based on his current life. This all results in the Aqua we've come to known.

Up to now, Aqua has been simultaneously existing as the man he once was and the young boy he has become. But the man he once was is now feeling at peace knowing that Sarina-chan has gotten a new chance at life, which leaves the young boy he has become with one less reason to cling to a painful past.

But things aren't that easy, as evidenced by the fact that even after being "freed" by his past guilt, Aqua still has his black stars. As Aqua, he has regrets, guilt and issues of his own to overcome.

But it isn't just the revenge and the guilt, really. This, for example, is a confusion that has followed Aqua into his new life:

Which takes me to...

It's so incredibly ironic that it's "Goro" of all people who brings up Kana 😭 I've mentioned before that Kana has a lot of parallels with Ai and Sarina, and I theorized this may be one of the reasons why Aqua seemed so drawn to her from the get-go. And now we have Goro himself, the one who originally admired all of those traits, saying that Aqua likes Kana. It's like clockwork, except the clock may be broken.

The reasons Goro cites are so shallow and superficial, too. Perfectly fitting for an Oshi or a teenage crush, but hard to think of as anything deeper than that (for me, at least).

Which is even more ironic, because we end the chapter with Kana declaring herself as "seriously in love" with Aqua, when she herself does nothing but describe him superficially 😭

Kana has been basically living a shoujo manga in her head and Aqua is her chosen Male Lead 😂 It's like that time she thought Aqua was "straight and sincere", or when she thought Akane was a "goody-two-shoes".

Meanwhile, Aqua and Akane:

Poor Kana is out of her depth in this manga, but maybe that's the point. Kana is perfectly normal and that's just what Aqua needs am I right?

Seriously though, that's why I've always said that to me it doesn't really matter if Aqua and Kana end up together, because their writing is just... not it 😭 It's always just one giant trope without any depth of substance. It's no coincidence that these last three chapters are filled with tropes and forced writing. That's the way this ship has always been written in my eyes, and that's why it does nothing for me regardless of whether it's intended to be canon or not 😭

Even this, for example:

Aqua confirming (yet again) that he has been aware of Kana's romantic feelings all along could back-up what I said here and here. But at the same time, this could just be part of something as simple and unsubtle as this:

It's like there are two wolves within Aka. One is great at subtlety and organic development, and the other completely sucks at it 😂

But enough about that, I'm sure Aka will give me plenty to complain about next chapter so I'll save it until then lmao

Hmmm where have I seen this before?

Oh, right!

Funny how Akane is magically not brought up this chapter. If we assume Aka is just writing obvious stuff without deeper meaning, then Akane isn't brought up because Aka considers Chapters 97 & 98 as their romantic closure. Or maybe all the theories about Aqua being a scumbag that only dated Akane because Kana wasn't available were right. But considering that would make Aqua trash not worth discussing, I can only hope Aka won't stoop that low lmao

If we give Aka the benefit of the doubt (does he even deserve it at this point tho), then Goro not bringing up Akane can be pretty fitting. Because if Aqua likes Akane, it wouldn't be because she fits the ideals and tastes of the man he once was. It would be because of everything they have been through together as Aqua and Akane.

Case in point, when Aqua thought of Kana and Akane back when he first thought he was free, he did so as fully himself. But I digress! 🤡

Another thing that caught my eye is that Aka deliberately changed the number of chapters in the previous volume just so these Aqua-Kana focused chapters can be in the same volume as the Aqua-Ruby focused ones. Ruby, who mainly loves Aqua because he once was Goro and Kana, who just loves Aqua. Maybe he's doing it to contrast them (in favor of Kana, duh), or maybe he wants to show they're two sides of the same infatuation coin. One can dream, at least!

Speaking about not nice though, what the fuck is this 😭 I know Akane is trying to push Kana's buttons, but baby girl is switching from I-only-see-him-as-a-son!! I swear!!! to Haha actually! so swiftly that she's going to give herself whiplash. Plus, can't Aka let Akane push Kana's buttons while saying less OOC stuff? Granted, it's not like Kana knows Akane well, so of course she doesn't think it's weird for Akane to say that she wants to be with a boy on Christmas lmao

Poor Akane has gotten her eyes shut so tightly close that it's a wonder she doesn't walk into walls. She's really acting like a robot on auto-pilot 😂 When in the world will you be allowed to have a chapter of your own, Akane? When will we be able to look into your heart?

[avengersassemble123]

The (un)expected Thanksgiving

Pairing: Ran Haitani x fem!reader

Since Im going through my Haitani brothers brainrot, especially Ran Haitani, here's a fic for all the Haitani lovers like me HAHA.

Age ranges of the characters are majorly in 20s. Ran is 24, while you and Rindou are 23.

PS: this is a female reader based fanfic. Majorly a crackfic

Inspired from the series 'THE BIG BANG THEORY' (7x09) The thanksgiving Decoupling.

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"I dont get it. Why am i being bullied here?"

"Just because i said so"

"Thats bullshit."

"Ran, be nice."

You three were preparing for the thanksgiving party at the Haitani brothers' place, since they insisted that they were the best and better party throwers than anyone in the whole of Toman, leading you to prepping up the food, you forcefully making Ran's lazy ass help you, while Rindou played a video game after helping to clean the house.

Currently the argument was being held between the brothers on Ran warning Rindou on beating him up if Ran's fell asleep and was disturbed by the others in the party, leading to the younger sibling defend himself back and you scolding your boyfriend on bullying his younger brother.

"Now i know how the Korean slaves felt in Japan..."

You gave him a deadpan offended look, eyebrow raised and staring at him, as he was sat like a grumpy cat busy playing his game. Your boyfriend snorted, making you kick his feet to shut him up.

"Are you seriously comparing you two's sibling fight to one of the greatest Japanese Korean tragedies?" You asked.

"Yes." Rindou grunted, shrugging his shoulders as if its the most obvious thing in the world, making you roll your eyes.

"Im surprised you guys even know that considering you two's level of education" you retorted, making offended gasps come out from the two brothers, "Hey watch your mouth, Im the eldest here. You dont back answer me. Ill kick your ass." Ran threatened playfully as he twirled a knife and pointed towards you jokingly, making you give him a 'sure' look.

"Rindou, ignore your brother, you know you can spend a nice thanksgiving anywhere, I spent one in Roppongi anyway, before i was dating Ran." you said, as you walked towards the living room couch.

"You did?" Ran asked, following me with a opened desert cup.

"Yea, back when i was dating my ex Kenji. It was really fun, we visited casinos, cheesy wedding chapels, roamed around malls, got drunk and explored the night life, and also almost landed up in a strip club, which was of course surprising as hell." you chuckled, unknown towards Ran being taken aback midway eating his desert, looking at Rindou, who had confused eyes darting towards his brother's, his attention completely off the game, as the brothers' exchanged confused glances between each other.

"Wait you went to chapel?" Ran asked. "Yea." you chuckled, as you continued to apply spread on my sandwich. "Why?" He continued.

"We had one of those silly fake wedding haha" you chuckled, thinking of it as a funny memory, while Ran's eyes squinted at you, visibly taken aback, as Rindou now removed the headphones from his ears and onto his shoulders, glancing between you two and seeing the interaction in confusion. "(NAME)," Ran started, now his desert kept on his lap, as squinted his eyes at her, "You know those are real, right?"

"Huh no they're not." you scoffed, assuming he was joking, as you continued to giggle and eat your sandwich.

"Baby...Rindou and I have been ruling Roppongi since we were 13...we know it inside out...Trust me, they are real." Ran responded, as now slowly set down his unfinished desert.

You slowed your chewing, your eyes blanking out, seeing that your boyfriend was indeed serious unlike his usual demeanour, as despair and nervousness slowly filled inside your body, "No..they're not" Your voice slightly quivered, as you looked at Rindou for backup, but instead was returned with the same confused nervous look as Ran's.

"Yea they are." Ran responded.

"He's right, they're real." Rindou confirmed.

You sat there nervous, as you started fidgeting with your sandwich, "B-But it didnt seem real..." You muttered, your voice whimpering, as you looked at both of them, as if trying to convince them and even yourself. You three exchanged glances between each other, but majorly you looking at Ran as he looked at you, this time his eyes widened and his mouth slightly agape.

"Son of a bitch" you both cursed under your breaths.

--- TIMSKIP 2 HOURS LATER---

It was almost time for your friends to arrive, as you guys were busy doing last minute preparations.

"I cant fucking believe you're married to that idiot." Ran muttered, as he aggressively continued to set up the tables with loud thuds.

You sighed as you were busy setting up the pillows and cushions of the living room sofa, "Would you stop it? we just did it as a goof."

"Goof or not, you two are actually married. you need to get this taken care of, or Ill handle it myself." Ran gritted, as he put down the nachos bowl with a 'thud'.

"I will. Why are you making it such a big deal?" you gritted as you finished dusting off the couches and bean bag.

"Oh i have a reason," Rindou spoke out as he was casually setting up the DJ system, "It could be because you said yes to marrying Kenji, but made Ran chase you till the end of the Earth as you showered him with resounding 'no's and making one of the kings' of Roppongi's ego hurt." Rindou didnt look up, as he was amused by the situation and the argument happening between you two, making him snort mentally at the kind of problem it is.

You and Ran both glared at Rindou, as he hummed and tested out his new tracks.

You sighed as you now stood in the middle of the living room frustrated, your hands placed at your hips. "So how do i undo this?"

"Im hoping you can get an annulment cuz it never happened." Ran replied.

"Great. Well what do i have to do?"

"Ran looked into his phone, searching for solutions when he spoke up, "It says here that you can get an annulment, if any of the following conditions are met. 1. Were you unable to consummate the marriage? Hah you? Next." Ran mocked, as you rolled your eyes and glared at him. "Is there any case of fraud, bigamy, want of understanding-"

"Want of understanding? What does that even mean?" you asked before being interrupted by the younger brother.

"Ding ding ding we have a winner" Ran cheered, mocking you, making you roll your eyes for the third time in the span of few hours, rubbing your eyes in frustration at the nonsense.

---

Soon your friends of Toman started coming in, as you guys greeted them as everyone started settling in and started mingling and partying.

You were talking with Shion and Mochi, "Hey thanks for coming in. Here's the bottle you wanted to taste." you replied with a bland and strained tone, making the two question.

"Whats with you?" Mochi asked, when Ran appeared and answered immediately, "Oh she's just mad at me because she just found out that she was married to her ex." Ran replied with a strained forced smile, looking at you the whole time, his hands inside his pockets.

"Really that dumbass you used to date? Tha-ts hysterical" Shion started laughing at the end midsentence, making you glare at him. "I cant believe i felt bad for opening this earlier." I said, before snatching the bottle from Mochi's hands and walking away. Mochi glared at Shion as the latter pursed his lips, "Congratulations you played yourself." "Shut up."

Soon enough the party started, along with everyone starting to realise the tension between you and Ran, as you told everyone not to worry about it Rindou coughing in the background.

Hinata, Takemichi, Draken, Emma, Mikey, Baji and Kazutora were hanging out in the kitchen going through the food stuff, when Senju barged out of nowhere, "Guys you wont believe what i just heard."

"What?" Hinata asked. "Im pretty sure she has some random bullshit to spout out" Baji joked, giving a high five to Mikey and Draken, as Senju rolled her eyes, giving him the middle finger.

"First off, fuck you Baji. Second off, did you guys know that (NAME) was married to her ex Kenji two years ago?"

"WHAT?" Everyone in the kitchen exclaimed, as they turned their heads towards a smug Senju, some of the people's mouth full mid bite (Mikey and his dorayaki). "Yea. thats the reason why we were uncomfortable with the tension between (NAME) and Ran."

Yuzuha came running in, before spotting Senju and visibly deflating, "You told everyone here already didnt you?"

---

As you were sitting with the girls that is Emma, Hinata, Senju and Yuzuha, talking about the situation as they had confronted you about it, when Ran came out of his bedroom, walking towards you, reading into his phone, "Ok ive readied the annulment papers, all that needs to be done is for you and that dumbass to sign it. Understood?"

"Yea."

"Oh and do it soon as possible will ya?"

"I fucking get it Ran, can you stop bothering me about this?" you gritted as you stood up and started walking towards his room.

"How the hell am i bothering you, when im just trying to get your ass out of this stupid mess?" Ran gritted back, as he stared at your back.

---

"How am i the bad guy? She's the one who married someone else. Im the victim." Ran ranted, as Rindou, Sanzu, Izana, Kakucho and Mochi sat on the couches drinking and watching the game on the TV"

"Sounds like Kenji's the victim. You're sleeping with his wife." Sanzu retorted making the other men snort. "Okay i see what your problem is...Can i weigh in here?" Izana asked, making Ran shrug. "Im trying to watch the game here, shut up."Izana retorted with a blank face before turning towards the TV, making the others finally burst out in laughter, as the braided male rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Just the you entered, walking towards your boyfriend, "Well, you'd be happy to know that i just spoke with Kenji, and he's willing to sign the papers." Ran nodded, making his way towards to you, both of you peeking in your phone together. "He's on his way here now." You said, making Ran look up at you with an incredulous look, "Wait, you invited him here?" Ran asked, slightly raising his tone.

"Im getting ready to weigh in here again." Izana called out, not turning his eyes off the TV, making Ran roll his eyes, before pulling you towards a quieter corner.

You both were at a quieter corner near the kitchen, arguing,

"I just don't understand why you had to invite him here today??"

"Because you wouldnt shut up about it. and when I called him, he had nothing to do so I just thought-"

"Hey guys" Kokonoi spoke up from behind the kitchen counter, "We're kind of talking here."

"Oh sorry we'll keep it down." you said apologetically, again turning towards Ran, but being interrupted again, "Oh no no, speak up."

Ran and you looked at him confused, before looking at Inui, Kisaki and Hanma behind him, the three males waving at you. "We are kinda bit further from you two's talking range, and we dont wanna miss anything." Kokonoi shrugged, making your mouth agape, squinting at their audacity before looking at Ran, who had an annoyed look.

"Well get ready to invite one more, because she invited Kenji over here right now." Ran said, before a loud 'WHAT' was heard.

Mitsuya slapped Peh's mouth shut, while Pah turned him around, alongside Mikey, Draken, Baji, Kazutora, who were pretending to look into some other directions, whistling some random notes and observing the surroundings.

---

After Half an hour, when the doorbell rang, every single person scrambled, waiting for the next moments of what was about to come.

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"Well, here are the papers, you just gotta sign in here." Ran said, as he put forth the papers across the table, as you and Kenji stood across each other.

"Sorry I made you come over here on a holiday" you apologised, as you stood patiently at your side.

"Its alright." Kenji said, "I didnt have anything going on, plus, (NAME) told me we were married, and thanksgiving is the time to be with family." Kenji said with a wide tooth smile. If looks could kill, Kenji wouldve been tortured to death by the way Ran glared at him, while you blankly looked at your dumb ex. "Yea okay great, Can we just get this over with?" You said, as you took the pen and signed the papers.

"Great, by a few days, this marriage will be over, and you both can go seperate ways." Ran said, as you held the pen towards Kenji to sign it, "Here."

Kenji hummed before speaking up, "I dont know if i wanna sign these papers."

Everone 'oooed', as you both ignored the voices. You glared at Kenji with a 'are you serious look' while Ran had red in his eyes, "Why not?" Ran said, his voice raising, restraining himself to not beat the shit out of him.

"Because i think splitting up would be rough on the kids." Kenji said, making you two look at him with dumbfounded looks. "

"We don't have any kids" You say, "Are you sure, cuz you didnt know we were married until this morning." Kenji said, making Ran look towards you, smacking his lips and squinting his eyes, giving you the 'he's got a point' look, making you roll your eyes.

"Okay Kenji, you know neither of us thought this was real, i mean we were married by an anime character impersonater."

"Of course it was an Anime character impersonater. we could never afford a real one."

You looked at him with your eyes squinted and dumbfounded look, while Ran rubbed his hand over his face, "You married him instead of me? Yeah good call." Ran said, taking the pen from your hands and pointing it towards Kenji , "Sign the damn papers."

"Hang on" You said, pointing your hand towards Ran, "You know you've been a jerk about this all day. You always do this. Whenever i mess something up, you're right there to make me feel worse about it."

"That is not true." Ran argued.

"You know we couldve waited till Monday, signed the papers, and this wouldve all been over."

"You're the one who invited him here."

"Oh there we go again. Just another mistake you're throwing at my face."

"Not cool bro." Kenji said, poking Ran's shoulder with the pen, as Ran squinted at him annoyed and irritated. "Im starting to think you're not the guy i want dating my wife."

You held Ran's one hand back, not to let him physically strangle Kenji in front of the others.

Ran took a deep breath, before speaking up, "Yea, well she's not gonna be your wife for long."

"Oh no are you dying?"

Ran looked at the ceiling, while you closed your eyes in frustration, still holding Ran's one hand to calm him down.

"Im about to. Sign the damn papers." you said.

Kenji signed the papers as he happily said, "You know what they say, Happy wife..Happy life." He put the pen down on the table as he grinned and looked towards you both, while Ran gave him a sideye, his both hands on the table, while you took a deep breath.

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Soon the party ended, as everyone bid goodbyes. Finally only you, Ran and Rindou were left. Rindou went to his room, while you and Ran sat beside each other on the couch, watching TV, and eating ice cream.

You sighed, as you slid an arm underneath his, "Hey, i'm sorry about today. And i promise that the next time i get married, it wont be a joke. It'll be for love. Or money." i said nodding my head, before giving him kisses on his cheeks and his lips before resting my head on his shoulders, as Ran snorted on your words. He then moved his hands to wrap around you, as he then retorted, "Its a win win for me, since i qualify for both", making you chuckle, as you both continued to cuddle and watch TV and eating the tub of ice cream.

[honeyedmiller]

When It Rains | Pedro Pascal

based on this request here

pairing: pedro pascal x gn!reader

disclaimer: I obviously know Pedro is such a sweetheart and would probably never do this to anyone in “real life.”

warnings: angst, fighting, cursing, mentions of social anxiety, fluff, no use of y/n.

word count: 1.3k

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You don't even know how it escalated to this point.

One day, you and your boyfriend come home from an event that went terribly. You barely got to see each other anymore, so that event was your time to spend with one another—until he was pulled in every which way for an interview, to talk to a friend of his, or to talk to current or past co-stars.

You knew he had a busy schedule and he was quite literally dominating the film industry at the moment, but fuck you just missed him. You couldn't blame him for genuinely being a person of and for the people. Everyone loved him.

That's not what upset you, though, no—it was the fact that he'd barely acknowledged you the whole night, not introducing you to the people he was talking to, and had you following him around like a goddamned lost puppy the whole night.

When you got home, you were exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally. You didn't bother trying to explain to him why you were in such a sour mood, which to you, was just you being silent. You were never silent. You loved to converse with Pedro, even when he didn't have the energy to talk. He still loved to listen to you.

When you said you were going to bed flatly, his mood absorbed yours and it just escalated from there. It's been days. Small bickering here and there, until tonight.

Something just snapped in both of you, all the pent-up anger and frustrations being laid down on the table for both of you to finally see.

"I don't understand your deal." Pedro snapped, squinting his eyes at you as he crossed his arms over his chest.

You scoffed at him and threw up your arms in defeat. "How about we start off with the fact that I was looking forward to spending a great night with you the other night. You brushed me off and acted like you didn't fucking care about me, Pedro. What the hell? Are you-" You paused, tears welling in your eyes. "Are you ashamed to introduce me to people a part of your 'world' because I'm not on your guys' level?"

He looked at you in complete disbelief, as if you blamed him for something that wasn't his fault.

"Don't even start with that. You know that's not true. Maybe you should learn to be a little less introverted and actually learn how to speak to people. You're a grown up, for fuck's sake." Pedro's words dripped with venom as he seethed, and the look of hurt was eminent on your face.

Pedro knew you had terrible social anxiety. The fact that he'd throw that in your face was hurtful and belittling. You never brought up his anxieties and used them against him in an argument, so the fact that he did that to you fucking hurt.

"You know what, Pedro, you're right. I am a grown up. But that doesn't mean I don't struggle with things any less. I'm not a part of the acting world, let alone even famous. I got that part. But fuck, if you're going to brush me off like that and treat me like I don't matter when I've been nothing but loving and supportive of you from the moment we've met, then maybe you should go find better." Tears were streaming down your face. You couldn't hide it anymore.

"What are you saying? Are you breaking up with me?" Pedro's angry voice faltered into a broken and confused tone.

"No, Pedro. I'm just saying that if this isn't what you want anymore, then you can go ahead and find better. Find someone who's more understanding of your career. I love you, but I can't deal with this right now." Your fists were balled up at your sides as tears continuously fell down your cheeks. You took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling before turning on your heel to walk to the front door.

"Fuck. Please, baby, wait." Pedro begged, moving closer to you.

"Don't."

That's all you said before you walked out of the front door, shutting it behind you. The chilly, gloomy weather made you wrap your arms around your frame as you briskly walked down the sidewalk, tears blurring your vision. Thunder cracked loudly above your head, making you jump and silently curse at Mother Nature.

Of fucking course the weather would match your sad, brooding mood. As soon as you felt one drop of rain, the downpour followed next. The rain soaked you to the bone, but truthfully, that was the last thing on your mind. You could've sworn you heard your name being called, but the pounding of the rain against the sidewalk made it nearly impossible to hear correctly.

You didn't bother to turn around and just kept walking for what felt like hours, before you reached a small local community park. You stepped on the muddy sand and made your way to the swings, sitting abruptly.

You couldn't help but cry your eyes out.

You knew dating a celebrity would come with some pros and cons, but you never thought Pedro would've been the type to brush you off. He was usually so loving and tender when it came to you. Seems like when it rains, it fucking pours... you guess.

You couldn't help but think that maybe you were being a bit dramatic with this whole thing. Maybe Pedro didn't mean to brush you off, or make you feel inferior. Maybe he didn't even realize what he was doing.

Your mind started running overtime, and you suddenly became overwhelmed with the thought that you might've just ruined what'd happened to be the greatest relationship you've ever been in.

All because you couldn't put your anxieties behind you and be an adult and introduce yourself. Maybe Pedro was right. You sighed as you rested your elbows on your knees, hands covering your tired, puffy eyes. You sat there for god knows how long, before you saw bright headlights flash on you as a car quickly parks on the street.

Your head snaps up and you squint to try and see who it was, because for all you knew, it could've been a fucking axe murderer. You heard your name being called distantly, the rain still making it a bit hard to hear. Your name was called once more as the person got closer, and you instantly recognized the voice. Pedro.

You stand slowly from the swing you were on, legs shaky and weak. All of your energy had been completely depleted from your body. Your wet clothing felt like a thousand pounds on your body, and your eyes hurt from continuously crying.

Pedro approached you slowly, his eyes clearly bloodshot from crying himself.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. So fucking sorry." His voice cracked as his hands reached for you. You stilled and thought about backing away, but you couldn't even fathom fighting with him or being angry for another second. All you want was him and his comfort.

"I shouldn't have gotten angry at you for something that was my fault. I know you try your best in social gatherings. I should've introduced you. I was a dick. I'm so sorry, baby." Pedro kissed the top of your head as you rested your forehead against his broad chest.

"I love you, P," You confessed, squinting up at him to prevent the rain getting into your eyes. “But I’m sorry, too. I should’ve communicated this to you and talked to you about it instead of being brash and walking out on you. Walking out shouldn’t have been my first move. I’m sorry.”

"I know darling, I know. Next time both of us just need to talk about it head-on. I hate fighting with you. I love you so much," He whispered the last part before kissing your forehead this time. "Let's get you home and comfy and dry." His big brown eyes were glossed over and soft as they looked down at you.

"I hate fighting with you, too. And yes, please, get me out of this fucking rain." You half laugh at the last part, arms tightening around his core.

"Of course, my love." He wraps his arms around you just the same, leaning down to give you a genuine, heart-tugging kiss.

The kind of kiss that happens in those cliché romcom movies that makes you fall for him even harder. The kind that makes it known to the both of you that he's yours and you're his... forever.

a/n: as someone who has social anxiety, talking to people (especially in new settings) is SO HARD so if any of you can relate, I feel u fr fr. Love u all <3

[grave-z-boy]

Right so I love your writing and just need more mx m cause fuck I'm tired of imaging dead me .

I'm a Trans man..I think ( female to male ??) So I was hoping for a fic somewhat like that . Arthur and reader meet when they're female but 2 years later or so they meet again and arthur doesnt recognize y/n (because they transitioned) I just want some fluff and acceptance of that . I know back then homosexuality was a big no no and being trans is unheard of so it'll be fun to see where you take it.

Arthur Morgan x Trans!Male!Reader

Summary: You’ve felt stuck and unhappy for years, so, in pursuit of your own happiness you leave everyone and everything you’ve even known behind. Including your currently out of state lover, Arthur Morgan.

Word count: 6,011

Warnings: reader is a bartender, reader steals, readers sister and mother are mentioned, implied past sex between Arthur and reader, drinking and alcoholism mentioned (not reader or Arthur), y/n and his guns, guns mentioned, shooting mentioned, abandonment, hurt comfort, reader being One Of The Guys™️, sleep deprived Arthur, Tilly being helpful, reader get misgendered and deadnamed a lot but it’s before they knew he was trans, reader cries really fucking hard at one point Arthur being sleep deprived, sleep deprive Arthur being really gay for Reader, not mentioned in the story but the reason Arthur is so tired is because about half way though his second trip to town his horse bucked him off for pushing her too hard and he had to walk the rest of the way, worlds longest warning list damn

Sept. 15, 18XX

My Dear Arthur Morgan

It’s been thirteen months since I saw you last. The time has passed slowly for me- sometimes it felt as though I was standing still for days at a time. Like everyone and everything around me was moving forward- but for me, and only me, time stood still. In the months since you’ve left it seems my joy, as well as a my love for my home town, has dwindled to nothing. Staying here, the way I am, it pains my heart. I know I said I would be here, that I would wait for you to return. But I need to change and the change that I need cannot be achieved here. The people here know me, they’ve known me my whole life, and no matter what I do I will always be that same little girl to them.

I’m heading up to a little town in Nevada, maybe I can start over there.

Always yours, D/n.

Arthur received your final letter months ago. In the time since he’s read it hundreds of times, mulling over every little detail. The crumbles in the paper, the unevenness of your writing, the all too familiar tear stains that permanently warped small circles on the page, the way your name ripped through the paper, as though you’d traced it dozens of times before sending it off.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever understand what happened, why after all this time of waiting, all this time of writing him dozens of love letters, why you decided to say goodbye, he understood change. Arthur has seen people change, he’s changed, and if it was change you needed he’d do it again. But you left. If he really wanted to, he could find you, ride day and night, ask everyone he saw if they’d seen the beautiful woman that he loved more than anything. But…

You didn’t want that. You didn’t want to be hunted down, you didn’t need to be convinced. You needed change, not a reason to stay the same. So he let you go and even when the following days were filled with the nothing but pain and confusion and the complete desolation your decision brought, he still let you go.

The gang knew he was hurting, he was withdrawn, went off on his own for a couple of days. They figured he went to find you, but when he returned, without you and in a severely worse state, they knew not to press him on it.

You weren’t much better.

This was your decision and you were going to live with it. You yearned for Arthur, every day and every night, it was different from waiting for him in your hometown, he was the one who’d left then, but you knew he’d come back to you one day. Now you were the one leaving, and you could never go back to him.

You needed to move on, you sold every piece of clothing you had to a local tailor, it was almost funny to see some of your nicer dresses displayed in the window the next morning, early on, your new wardrobe came from various drunk men. You’d be surprised just how much you could find in an alley next to a bar. After you had an outfit, a proper male outfit, you were able to assimilate.

You lived above a tavern. The owner was far too old and far too tired to run it anymore, and he wanted to live in his own house for the first time in decades, so he offered you the place for a little over a hundred bucks. You worked at the bar at night, while you handled various chores and other responsibilities during the day. The pay wasn’t great, but you had a permanent place to stay and spare food from the bar to eat, and it was more than enough.

You’d taken up a new name, y/n, you thought about it for a long time before you left. A good name, the name of a proud man with no connection to who you were before. No one ever questioned you. You were just a man to them. They teased you, in the earlier days, called you feminine, pointed out your hand, your cheeks, and your hips among other things, but in the end it was just teasing, they didn’t know why you were like that, and they didn’t question when you put in an effort to change or hide your more feminine aspects. Maybe they were just too drunk to care.

You loved this life, you were just the friendly bartender.

But even with this new life, you found yourself missing aspects of you’re old one.

Your old friends, your old family, your old lover. They wouldn’t take you back, not like this, they’d think something was wrong, they’d try to change you, try force you back into the box you clawed yourself out of.

But still you dreamed of them, your sisters cooking, the way she was effortlessly graceful even when she was teasing you, your friends, the girls you’ve know since you were in diapers, singing, making flower crowns, getting into trouble. Arthur…

You dreamed of Arthur the most. Your days and nights were filled with thoughts of him. You think back to your last night together, the way he held you so tightly, you swore you could still feel his hands there. The praises he muttered, the love he confessed through out the night, every move he made, the way he left and the hole that was left in your chest after.

You dreamed of him, like one day you’d wake up and he’d be beside you. And he tell you that he loved you, not d/n, not the girl from before, but you, y/n, as your truest self.

But just like yesterday, and the days before that, he wasn’t there when you opened your eyes.

The sun was just coming up. But the sliver of light that did shine through the window seemed to magically be angled at your eyes. Making the rest you so desperately wanted impossible.

You pushed yourself up with a groan, your elbow popping the moment you were upright, your eyes were just barely open, you scratched your chest and let out a long yawn.

Your room was still dark for the most part, but you were still able to pull on some pants and fasten a belt so you could head downstairs. The tavern was empty, you cleaned up good last night and you wouldn’t have to worry about really opening until later. Still, you unlocked the front door and flipped the wooden sign in the window to say open, the people here knew you weren’t really open to serve, you were just open to the chatty people that passed through in the morning, locals coming to say hi, or travelers in need of direction, others came to sit with their friends and get out of the violent Nevada sun. Either way, you’d be polite enough to them, but they weren’t welcome for a drink for another couple of hours.

Stepping into the backyard you picked the laundry off the line and into a basket. You heard the bell up on top of the front door ring a couple of times. As you got closer to the back door you could hear the faint chatter of two people inside, Doctor Mayer, one of three doctors in town, and Anita, a house wife. She was in here more often than her husband was, but you always figured that she just needed something to do while he worked considering you’ve only ever seen her drink a handful of times in the past year.

When you came through the back door she let out an excited yelp,

“Y/n!” She shouted, like she hadn’t seen you the night before.

“Mrs. Matthews.” You said with a respectful nod. “How’s you’re husband?”

She groaned, “paranoid.”

Setting the basket down on the bar, in between the upturned stools, you turned back to her.

“He used to be a farmer, farmers are always paranoid.”

“He was not a damn farmer, don’t let that man fool you, he was a farm hand, it’s different,”

Dr. Mayer piped in, his voice low and tired, though that just how he always sounded, “the bastard smells like one…”

“It’s getting warmer out there.” You responded, leaning against the bar.

“Doesn’t mean he has to walk around smelling like a damn animal!”

You laughed, turning back to Anita, “what does your husband do anyway?”

“He’s a banker, which is why he’s so damn paranoid in the first place.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well..” she stated, adjusting herself in her chair, “one of his colleague’s brother-in-law told his colleague that he saw a gang ‘a outlaws heading up this way, but here’s the kicker, Johnny, the colleague, is a notorious liar. Lies left and right like his life depends on it.”

“Johnny Flores?” You asked.

She smacked the table, “That’s the bastard!”

“Yeah, he comes in here every Wednesday like clockwork, telling the boys his stories. It’s a surprise the whole town hasn’t heard about this..”

“Well, it isn’t Wednesday yet, is it? It’ll make it’s way into you’re bar, don’t worry”

You laughed again, grabbing the basket off the table you said, “Alright, I’ll be back in a minute, got a few more thing to settle.”

You weren’t too worried about the rumors, there wasn’t much in the town anyways, no sheriff either so if they did come and make noise, it’d be a free for all and they’d leave with less than they came with. Everybody had a gun, hell- you had two, a shotgun the last owner had given you, and a pistol Arthur had given you a few weeks before he left, one was under the bar on a shelf, the other was under your bed, you’ve never really had a need for either, but if Johnny was being truthful for once in his life, which you doubted, you figured it was good to have them.

That night, when the bar did open, a few unfamiliar faces strode in, though none were to shady. A couple of working girls took to them quick and they were gone after being chatted up by for a bit. Outside of that, it was a normal night.

You closed late, shooing out the last drunk nearly two hours later than usual. Wiping down the tables, flipping the chairs and stools on them, washing the glasses, sweeping, mopping and making sure the front and back door was locked before heading upstairs. You scrubbed yourself down at your washstand. Of all things you missed from your old home, your bathtub was one of the bigger ones. Your mother had invested in it early on, and now you were saving to have one installed here too. What you wouldn’t do for a hot bath after a long day. You were almost there, another fifty dollars and you’d have all the money you needed. That’s were a good portion of your money went, you didn’t mind, after all you’ve sacrificed you deserve something nice.

——-

A couple of weeks later, Wednesday afternoon, Johnny Flores and a couple of his friend decided to take over the seats directly in front of the bar. Again, he told stories of bandits headed your way, but he was “serious” this time.

“I swear, I know what I saw, Dutch’s boys, just like the damn posters! I saw them coming from the east, clear as day.”

Before one of his friend could respond you asked, “and what the hell were you doing in the east, huh?”

“Well-“ he straightened himself out, “I was out with my lady friend-“

“The prostitute-“ his friend, Oscar, interrupted.

“-Not a prostitute, she's a-”

“-escort-” both Johnny and his three friends said together, they've heard that one before.

“Isnt that the same thing?” you asked.

“He doesn't think so!” Oscar said.

“They almost knocked our carriage over!” Johnny shouted, getting the conversation on track.

“Sure they did..” you said, drying the glass in your hand before setting it back down. “Bet they stuck you up too, only let you live cuz you're so pretty.”

“Go to hell, y/n.”

“I'll go where ever your lying, drunk ass ain't.”

“Im not lying, and I’m not drunk either, so get me another whiskey, asshole!”

“Hey now,” Daniel, who was also a regular, piped up, “careful how you talk to him, he might shoot ya’”

You set the glass down in front of him, he snatched it quickly, gulping it down.

“Or I might just piss in your whiskey.”

He choked hard, luckily the drink went down his throat instead of all over your counter, then you would have shot him. His face morphed to one of irritation, but his friend's laughter was infectious and he found himself laughing along with them.

The night ended with you carrying a passed out Johnny to the alley, you cleaned up, scrubbed yourself down, and went to bed just as you always did.

The next morning a delivery was made to the bar, food and alcohol, you kept your meats and some of your more expensive liquor in the ice box and things like bread and supplies were kept on the shelf. Food wasn't ordered commonly in the tavern, but there were those who ate here nearly every night because they had no skill for cooking and no one else to do it for them. You enjoyed those people, and you think they enjoyed you too, especially since the last owner would drive them out if they tried to come in for more than three days in a row. He thought that they were stealing food from other customers, but you didn't, You knew they were just hungry and needed to eat, and they couldn't be stealing because they always paid.

After that, your day was pretty normal- other than what you consider to be one the best things to happen to you in a long time- your bathtub, your beautiful porcelain bathtub with golden feet and faucet, was done. Fully installed and in perfect working order. You weren't going to pretend to understand how the man you paid did it, but he did. And finally, after what felt like years, you were able to take a hot bath.

It was weird, staring down at your distorted body as you soaked. Usually, when you scrubbed yourself down at the washstand all you could think of was how desperately you wanted this to be over. Your mind was clear, but that clarity only lasted so long though, as it did most nights, your mind wander to Arthur.

Saying you missed him was redundant, it was meaningless, it was stupid. You know, but you did. Letting out a long sigh, the last time you saw Arthur was like a dream, you spent an entire day together, you woke up together, ate together, bathed together, dressed together- everything you did, every little move you made reminded you of that day. And with Johnny spreading rumors about the Dutch’s gang, you heard his name more and more. You let yourself sink into the water, your eyes clenched shut as warm water covered your face. You stayed there longer that you should have, when you finally sat up, you were nearly gasping for air.

You got out few minutes later, you were tired, dressing yourself halfway before collapsing into bed.

You didn’t dream that night, your mind either too tired or too pained to show you your usual fantasies.

——-

Arthur swore he wouldn’t look for you, he swore it to you and to himself that he’d let you be free. But it seemed unavoidable now. Dutch had settled the gang in a large clearing in Nevada, the gang was mostly hidden by a small chain of mountains, and there was a streak of towns and settlements all within a couple dozen miles from each other.

There weren’t many cities in Nevada, it was dry and damn near impossible to farm out here if you didn’t know what you were doing, and if that wasn’t enough, the heat would be.

You were out there somewhere.

Dealing with the heat, with the drought, and with the shitty crops. And you still didn’t go back home. He’s been to your home. He's gone back dozens of times, you were never there, whatever you wanted to do, whatever changes you made, you succeded. He was happy for you, you were happy, God he hoped you were happy- he doesn't know what he'd do if he found out you weren't. If you were somewhere miserable and sulking, all this time, when you could have been with him.

He pushed those thoughts back- you were happy, you had to be.

When Arthur mentioned he was riding into the nearest town, he got a few odd looks. It wasn't a secret that you'd run off to Nevada, not even close. Most didn't say much, maybe a quick good luck, or a request for something from town. Some didn't say anything, but Dutch did. Dutch warned him, warned him about you and how some changes weren't good, and if Arthur did see you that he needed to be careful.

Arthur wasn't one to ignore advice, and he didn't ignore it, he thought about it as he road through the desert lands of Nevada, but whatever changes you made, he could handle it. He wasn't a child, he didn't need have his hand held. There wasn't even a guarantee that you'd been in this town, or the next one. So for all he knew he'd never have to face you're changes.

The town was bustling with life. The people went about their business. The town was…normal. Small, busy, and normal. He road in unbothered, no one here seemed to care enough to even look when the man when he trotted by.

Hitching his horse to a sturdy pole he set off to one of the small shops nearby, after picking up some extra oat cakes and apples for the horse, he tried to find the sheriff’s office, only to find that this town didn't have one after asking a mildly disheveled yet nicely dressed man for directions, no government either. The town was its own unit outside of the occasional trading.

“Danny Hikman used to be the law here, well, not really, but he kept people on the right track. Encouraged them to do right- and get guns, he used to run a bar a little down the way, gave it to his nephew or something-” the man said, laughing slightly.

“‘ bar any good?” he asked, only half listening to the man.

“The best, fresh food, cold whiskey- bartenders a good guy too, won't hesitate to throw your ass out though.”

“I’ll bet- which way’s that bar, again?”

———

You started serving earlier than usual today, mostly so you could close earlier without complaint. The familiar chime of the bell above the door called your attention for a less than a second, you recognized Johnny, then looked back down at the glasses you were cleaning.

“Changing your schedule on me, Johnny? I thought you were a Wednesday man?”

He let out a short laugh, sitting in the spot directly in front of you, “just showing a friend around.”

“You’re friends are all alcoholics, I doubt they need help finding a bar.”

“Hey now, I’ve got a new friend. Mr. Uhh-“

“Arthur.”

You felt like you’d just jumped out of your skin, the glass in your hand clattered against the floor, ever so sturdy. Landing thankful one piece. Staring at the man in front of you, standing just behind Johnny, Arthur Morgan, right there, looking just the way he did when he left, just the way you remember him.

He glanced at Johnny, then back at you- it felt like he looked right through you. Looking at you with none of the love or adoration from before. Because he loved d/n, not y/n. Y/n was just a bartender to him, an awful one who apparently couldn’t even hold a damn glass.

Your heart felt like it was collapsing in on itself, your chest was tight and you could feel your throat start to close as tears weld in your eyes. Quickly, you broke eye contact with Arthur, ducking down under the bar to grab the glass, using the sleeves of your shirt to wipe the forming tears in your eyes before standing up.

“Sorry boys,” you muttered, “you’re, uh, friend startled me is all.”

Taking off his hat and setting down on the counter, Arthur took a seat on one of the stools.

“Sorry, your friend here talked you up quite a bit, had to see for myself if what he said was true.”

You let out a laugh, forced and almost nervous, setting the glass down with the rest of the dirty glasses, you said, “Trust me, it’s true, what you looking for Mr. Arthur?”

“Just Arthur, and whiskey, thanks.”

You nodded to the man before heading to the storage room, you’d hate to admit it, but you wanted to run, straight passed the storage room and out the back door. But that would make Arthur think something was wrong, and yes, something was wrong, but he didn’t need to know that. He didn’t recognize you, and that was okay, it was supposed to be okay, you left so you wouldn’t be recognized, you left to start over. But he’s out there, and you were hiding in the storage room so you wouldn’t have to face him. You gave yourself a moment, for your throat to release and for your heart to stop pounding and aching. Only the pounding stopped. You needed to work, you couldn’t let them know anything was wrong.

Grabbing a bit of higher quality whiskey out of the icebox, feeling the frosty glass sting your hand as you carried it out of the storage room. Without looking up at the man you grabbed one of the clean glasses and poured him about half a glass. You remember Arthur complaining about it once, only getting serviced the tiniest amount of alcohol, no matter the price. Capping the bottle you gave a short wordless nod before setting it under the counter. Arthur grabbed the glass, before he could speak you were on the other side of the bar, serving somebody else.

Johnny didn’t stay long, he had other things to do on a Thursday afternoon, but Arthur stayed, you poured him a couple more glasses before cutting him off, at least from your expensive whiskey.

“How much do I owe you?” He ask, his speech a bit slurred as he sat unsteadily in his seat.

“Nothing, I’ll put it on Johnny’s tab, come Wednesday he won’t notice it.”

“Thank you kindly-“

“Y/n-“

“Thank you, y/n.”

“You have a good night Mr. Morgan.”

You crawled into bed that night, still in your day clothes, feeling like your heart had been torn out of your chest. And you cried, you cried until the sun came up, until your body couldn't cry anymore and every sound you made was a rough heaving sob. And when you had no more energy left to sob, you stared at your open window, watching the sunrise, listening to the people.

You were supposed to open today, unlocking the door and flipping the sign, staring out the window, at the people, at Mrs. Matthews waiting across the street for you to open your doors.

You flipped the sign back, you stated at the word “OPEN” facing you, then at Mrs. Matthews's face fell as the word “CLOSED” faced her.

————

Sitting on his cot, journal on his lap, Arthur stared at the picture he drew. It wasn't perfect, considering he was half drunk when he drew it, but it was something. The bartender from last night. He was…something. A nervous something. Arthur felt bad for him when he dropped the glass, then he just…stared at him, long enough for Arthur to get a spark of familiarity when he saw his face. Arthur tried to get his attention as the night went on, ordering drinks, asking questions, trying to get the man to stay close, be he'd walk away the moment he'd answered or served him.

He wasn't like that with other patrons, he laughed, he joked- then he kicked everyone out.

He heard him say he was closing early, but let him stay until he finished his last drink. Arthur thought about the name he'd given. Y/n.

“I see you're drawing d/n again, did you catch her in town?”

Looking up he saw Tilly standing next to him with a kind smile on her face.

“No, it's not d/n, some bartender in town, he looks so familiar.”

Tilly hummed, sitting on the cot with Arthur and taking the book out of his lap. She flipped through the pages quickly before finding a drawing of d/n, with your final letter stuck right next to it.

“Needs a change, huh? Maybe she skipped town and became a bartender, you never know.”

“A bartender and a man?”

“You never know Arthur. Maybe that's why she left, couldn't make a change like that where people know you. They would've hunted her down.”

“Tilly..”

“Maybe you should talk to the bartender, if it's not her then it's not her, but if it is, are you really going to miss seeing her again because you won't take a chance?”

Handing the journal back to him she said, “Just think about it, at least.” Then she walked away.

————

You heard the slam of the front door behind you as you sat the freshly cleaned glasses on the rack. If you were going to sulk and lock yourself in the bar then you were going to clean while you did it.

“We’re closed..” you said, your tone not exactly customer friendly.

You had a list of things you needed to do, you've already mopped the floor, scrubbed the tables and walls, washed every glass, plate, and utensil, did your laundry, scrubbed your tub, cleaned your room-

“D/n..?”

You paused, then glanced over your shoulder. You knew it was him, you already knew, you knew his voice too well to ever mistake it. Taking a breath, you hands shaking and heart pounding, you turned around.

“Arthur, I-” you breathed out, but you didn't know what to say. “How did you-”

“Lucky guess..”

Taking slow steps towards the bar, you heard him sigh.

“Are you…okay?” he asked, unsure.

You nodded, “Yeah, yeah I'm okay.”

“We should talk-”

“Yes, we should-”

You stepped from behind the counter, still unsure as to what could happen next. Then, without warning, you were pulled into a tight hug, Arthurs's body practically enveloping yours. You stood there, holding him as tightly as you could until your arms started to burn from the strain.

You didn't know what to say, or how to explain what happened, the realization you went through while he was gone, why you left.

When you pulled away you still didn’t know what to say, you opened your mouth to talk but no words came out. You kept your face glued to the ground for a long moment.

“You look different, I didn’t recognize you yesterday..”

You pulled out one of the stools.

“I told you I needed change.”

He pulled another out beside you.

“I know, I just don’t know what I was expecting.”

“This must be so confusing.”

“It is, but I’m betting it was more confusing for you that it could be for anybody else.”

Leaning on the counter, you looked up at him.

“I guess so. In my home town I figured that they’d be a little more angry than confused so I left..” you stopped, taking a breath, “I didn’t want to leave you, Arthur.”

Arthur sat there silently, his eyes turned towards the counter.

You couldn’t help but stare, you haven’t seen him in so long, his eyebrows were slightly scrunched downward, his pretty blue eyes focused on nothing as his mind raced. His fingers tapped against the counter every few seconds. You tried not to let that anxious feeling in your chest build, but the longer he was silent, the harder it got to push down.

“You said you aren't happy anymore..”

You blinked.

“I wasn't.”

“How about now? Are you happy now?”

“I'm.. I have more good days than I did before, so…yeah, I'm happy.”

He stayed silent for another moment. You figured he was just trying to find his words.

Then, when he did speak,

“I still love you.”

You sighed, “I still love you, too, Arthur.”

Another long silence passed. It was odd, you've dreamed of seeing him again, all the damn time. And now that he's here you didn't know what to say. Your relationship, how ever strong it was before, was dying. Even though you loved him and he loved you.

Arthur was having similar thoughts, he didn't care how much you changed, he wanted you to be happy. That's all he wanted for you. But he wants to be with you, he doesn't care that your a man, it doesn't matter to him, he doesn't think it's ever mattered. He's never thought too hard about it. But now, with you sitting there looking the way you did. Looking so different, so muchlike yourself, so much more at peace even though you were being confronted, he thought, ‘yeah, I could be with a man.’

Before he could, you took a chance.

“How long you thinking of staying in town for, Arthur?”

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You laughed, he missed your laugh.

“You can't just go around taking people's clothes off!”

“I needed clothes and they were so drunk they wouldn't miss them!” you argued.

“How have you not been caught yet?”

“I bought new clothes!”

“Why couldn't you do that first?”

“I needed to avoid suspicion.”

“Avoid suspicious by stealing clothes..”

You laughed again.

You and Arthur had found your way upstairs, both of you sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall. He asked you how you ended up here, it was funny, explaining to Arthur, a known outlaw, the various ways you broke the law, and having him lecture you.

“I will not take this from an outlaw!”

“You're an outlaw too, now, Clothes Bandit.”

“Oh that's awful, why couldn't I get something good?”

“‘Good’ like what?”

“I don't know, you're better at naming things than I am.”

He looked over at you a small smile on his face.

“Really now, Mr. Y/n, how’d you come up with that anyways?”

“Well I found a baby naming book.”

He sat up, giving you a look.

“Are you serious?”

You looked at him for a second, a stren expression on your face, then slowly a smile broke out on your face.

“You're an ass.”

“You really think I got Y/n for a baby naming book?”

“You could have!”

“But I didn't-”

Eventually, after showing him your room and the various aspects of your new life that you adored (yes, the tub too), you headed back down to the bar, only to see Daniel, one of Johnny’s friends, behind the bar serving himself.

“Daniel, I'm going to kill you, how many drinks have you had?” you said, rushing over to him, snatching both the glass and bottle from his hand.

“One-” you gave him a look, he caved quickly with a sigh, “five.”

“Goddamnit.”

“‘M sorry, you are closed, your never closed!”

“I wouldn't be serving drinks this early anyways!”

He laughed, walking around to the other side of the bar, “I'm special though right? Won't get shot or banned or nothing?” he practically pleaded, but formed it like a question.

“No, you're not banned, but you still need to leave.”

He sighed, dragging himself out the door.

Sighing yourself, you turned to Arthur, “See what I have to deal with?”

“‘Seems like a handful.”

“Daniel is harmless, he's just an alcoholic.”

“Never met a harmless alcoholic.”

“He's harmless now, he doesn't want to risk almost getting shot again.”

Arthur laughed, sitting at the bar, just like had yesterday, “Who shot at him?”

You stared at him for a moment.

“You?”

“I gave him plenty of warning, see that hole in the wall that there—” you pointed to the very back wall of the tavern, between two tables was a loosely patched hole, “- warning shot, missed him by an inch.”

“Who the hell taught you how to shoot?”

“I taught myself, maybe I could teach you sometime.”

“Very funny, y/n, I wouldn't mind seeing you shoot sometime though.”

“There's a range in the next town, I could take you there sometime.”

The two of you talked until the sun had fully set and the town had gone quiet. The bar made you feel more open somehow, it always did. Arthur helped too, you guess. You missed him, you missed being like this, so normal with him. You were surprised his quickly things settled back in place, like neither of you had ever left. It was clear that you were different, but Arthur seemed to accept this change flawlessly. He never messed up, seemingly having ingrained every aspect of your new life into his mind.

Y/n, Mr.Y/n, Sir, he even called you handsome, you swear you nearly fell over when he did.

By midnight, you both were tired, and despite what he planned before, which was bringing you- if it was you, back to camp with him. But that plan never fell through, you ended up pulling him into the bathroom with you. You thought you'd be uncomfortable at first, but you figured if he was going to be back in your life you should get used to him seeing you naked again. But it wasn't, it was calm, comforting. You were thankful for your massive bath, the both of you fit well, you sat behind him, his hat tossed in on top of the heap of clothes you two had left, you ran your fingers through his hair, water from your hands running down his face. He hummed in contempt. He didn't speak much at first, simply enjoying you and your presence. It wasn't until the water had begun to cool and the cold air of the Nevada night started to seep in did he pressed himself closer to you, muttering something quietly.

It wasn't until you got out, long after the water cooled, we're you able to figure out what he was saying. You had some clothes you figured might fit Arthur, something you'd bought impulsively without actually checking to see if you could fit it.

“You have…nice arms-” he muttered.

You were pulling your pants up over your waist when he spoke, you turned to look at him, one hand holding your unbuttoned pants up, you asked, “Arthur, are you drunk?”

“No, no I'm just…real tired.”

“Didn't get much sleep?”

“I didn't sleep, I kept thinking of you.”

“When was the last time you slept?”

He groaned, “Tuesday, I was on watch Wednesday, I was pre occupied by your ass on Thursday, and now here we are.”

“Fucking Christ, go to sleep.”

“I want to look at you, I missed you-”

“I'll be here in the morning Arthur.”

He didn't respond for a long moment, you figured he dozed off finally, until you decided to switch shirts, shoving the one you had on into your drawer and pulling out another.

“You have a nice back too-”

“Good night, Arthur.”

Your night ended with you curling up around Arthur, your arms nearly wrapped completely around him. You didn't dream again tonight, your usual fantasies of seeing Arthur were deemed useless now and we're thrown out with the rest of today's mental trash.

[lovinqmils]

ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ┊ avatar x human!reader

Warnings: follows avatar twow plot (aka spoils the whole thing) , sfw (don't even try me w anything weird) , some ooc, use of y/n, female reader, argument?

can also be found on wattpad: @lovinqmils

THIS IS A STORY (NOT A ONESHOT) SO IT'LL HAVE MULTIPLE PARTS

I don't speak na'vi, so all the na'vi words are from google pls forgive me if they are wrong (┳◇┳)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

TW: ARGUMENT

PART 2: " DANCER " 1.9k words

you sat on your desk chair, curled up in a ball mumbling angry complaints about your current situation

“how could they do this to me..? why would I want to get closer to my potential killer!?”

you fell silent as you heard a knock on your bedroom door, reluctantly getting up you slowly opened the door and saw a young human boy, who you often saw in the lab, standing in the doorway.

‘wait! maybe I won’t have to face them after all!’ you thought, your eyes lighting up with the hope that you wouldn’t be spending a painfully awkward 2 hours with the blue creatures Jake’s sons as you had dreaded.

“…can we.. uhh come in?”

oh great..we

clearly, you weren’t as fortunate as you’d hoped

“..sure.” you said, a tinge of disappointment in your voice , “two of you will have to sit on my bed, I haven’t got enough desk space�� you returned to your desk chair sitting snug up against the wall, awkwardly looking at the table.

there was only one spare seat, so naturally the human boy took a seat in front of you, while Neteyam and Lo’ak sat next to each other on your bed.

“..so let’s start with basic introductions first, im sure you’ve..uhh seen me around, but my name is Spider” the human boy awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, turning towards his two friends, silently begging them to introduce themselves.

“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan,” he looked up noticing your confusion, “…Neteyam.”

letting out a tired sigh, “I’m Lo’ak”

“i’m y/n,” you said, your gaze never leaving sight of your desk in front of you

the first 45 minutes consisted of intense stares from Lo’ak and Neteyam while Spider was trying to teach you how to pronounce, “my name is y/n”, however, it was clear that you weren’t gonna get very far any time soon

“no, you have to make like an rrrr sound”

“…how am I supposed to make an r..r-rrr sound!?”

the conversation in the room grew quiet, spider rubbing his temples (trying to convince himself that he was not a bad teacher and that you were just slow)

“who really are you..?” Lo’ak spoke up, looking at you up and down . it was now clear that they had never really stopped suspecting you. you paused, taking a deep breath, you were starting to get annoyed with the number of times you'd been asked that question.

“…who do you think I am?”

this answer drew everyone’s attention, the atmosphere quickly became tense, however, you remained in complete eye contact with Lo’ak awaiting an answer.

“..a spy” he paused, “I think you're a spy, sent from whatever dumb planet you came from , helping with whatever the sky people here are trying to do.”

you let out a low chuckle; now you were annoyed, “you must think you’re really smart, sorry to break it to you but if your tiny blue brain still can’t process what I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m not sure you’re fit to be asking all these questions”

you stood up from your seat, walking towards Lo’ak before Neteyam held out his arm protectively in front of his brother. Normally at the mere sight of Neteyam, you’d run away in fear, but the fact that the two of them couldn’t even last two hours without giving you dirty looks was extremely irritating.

“calm down, you sound quite rich considering you were flailing around in the forest a couple of days ago.” Neteyam scoffed, moving to take a step forward so he was now towering over you

“wait..are you kidding me!?” your eyebrows furrowed together and your mouth agape in shock, “what were you expecting me to do?” this time you take a step closer, now forcing Neteyam to shuffle back. “I appear in this random place, stripped away from everything I ever knew. piecing together whatever little survival info I had trying to find help, only to be attacked by..by wild ape things and you expect me to be calm?!”

“hey! you don’t get to insult my friends like that,” Spider was now standing, roughly pushing your shoulder to get you’re attention, “what did you want him to do? not protect his clan, his family? I understand you're stressed but-”

“you..understand..? being forgotten, as a baby, does not mean you can relate to me” all the stress and anxiety had finally caught up with you, you weren’t expecting an apology but they could at least be mindful of what they were saying

“if his family is so important, he should be able to feel even the slightest bit of sympathy” you turned to Neteyam, “try to imagine..being kidnapped, taken by force, and waking up in an unknown land, your family nowhere to be seen. you’re not familiar with anyone so ‘naturally’ you get attacked, then you get bombarded by thousands of questions, being examined hundreds of times. After all that, you overhear that you may not be able to see your family again.” you scoffed, “so, forgive me if I am being dramatic, I hope my ability to be calm won’t affect you too much.”

everyone looked at you in shock, sure they could see you were stressed but they did not expect you to burst out in anger like that. you walked over to your wardrobe and took out a black box from the top cupboard, walking towards the door you said,

“we have around 30 minutes left, if you need me I’ll be behind the lab. once the time is up, get out.” your voice was laced with venom, you were blinded by intense rage and stress that you refused to spend any longer around them.

you walked out of your bedroom and told the working scientists you were going for a walk, leaving before they could question you any further.

the three boys were frozen, they didn’t know what to say. Neteyam felt a small pain in his heart when he heard you say that you might not be able to see your family ever again, as he knows that without his family, he has no purpose. Lo’ak was also confused, he didn’t know how to feel. he wasn’t in the wrong for suspecting you, but he started to regret giving you nothing but judgmental stares for the past hour and a half.

“uhm.. do we just sit here and wait for 30 minutes…?” Spider awkwardly turned to look at his friends, this was the first time they’d been in such a…unique situation.

“no, let's just leave now. I’ll tell dad she wanted to end it early.” Neteyam dusted himself off and walked out the bedroom, Lo’ak and Spider following suit. they waved goodbye to the scientists, and quickly walked out of the lab.

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you stormed out of the lab, your nails digging into the sides of the black box. once you had found a nice clear area behind the lab, you knelt down on the grass and opened the box. inside were 3 things, all of which you had stolen borrowed from other scientists. the first thing was a walkman, you were confused as to why somebody had something that old in their possession but you needed some form of music so you took it anyway. the last two things were dance equipment; pointe shoes & toe pads, you were a dance student back on earth so taking them was a no-brainer.

after tying the ribbons on your pointe shoes, you adjust your sweatpants and slip on the walkman pressing a button to play whatever music tape was left inside.

as the music flooded your ears you allowed your body to melt into the rhythm of the music, your feelings drifting away as you moved. you smiled and pretended as if you were performing on stage, acting out the very story you were dancing to. as the song reached its climax you softly hummed the melody, turning faster yet obtaining your elegance. this was a routine you had done thousands of times before yet it was still the one that you enjoyed the most.

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Lo'ak's ears twitched as he came to an abrupt stop.

"what?" Neteyam stopped walking and turned to look at his younger brother

"listen," Lo'ak whispered turning towards a certain direction of the forest. Giving nobody a chance to respond, he started to walk closer to where he heard the sound coming from.

"look," Spider pointed in your direction

"what's she doing?" Lo'ak asked, looking directly at your pointe shoes

"I think she's..dancing?" Spider replied. he and Lo'ak were now crouching behind a bush, trying to get a better look at you without making it obvious that they're watching you. Neteyam on the other hand, stood next to a tree, mesmerised at the way you moved. how effortlessly you turned, while humming a soft tune.

"is she balancing on her toes..!? is that a human thing?" Lo'ak turned to Spider n nudged his side repeatedly, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things

"how would I know!!? I don't know everything about earth!" Spider groaned, attempting to stop his friend from bruising his ribs

after hearing a loud noise, you immediately stopped dancing and took off the walkman, turning in the direction of the sound. you spotted two blue figures; one in a bush and one shamelessly standing by a tree. you moved your gaze slightly to the right and saw small a head of blonde dreadlocks.

you chuckled, "so much for a spy, huh?" you sat down on the grass and started to untie your pointe shoes, while Spider and Lo'ak stood up from their 'hiding' spot

"what were you doing?" Spider asked, looking at your pointe shoes

"aren't you a human?" you picked up your pointe shoes and walked towards him, "I was dancing, the style is called ballet. these are pointe shoes , I wear them to...make my dancing look more graceful?" you passed Spider one of your pointe shoes and gave Lo'ak the other, before turning around to put the walkman back into the black box.

"uhh...I'm gonna need those back" you coughed awkwardly, pushing forward the black box and gesturing for them to put your pointe shoes in the box. after closing the lid on the box, you slowly looked at the three of them your mind tracing back to the heated conversation earlier.

"sorry-"

"about earlier..-" you started,.

Lo'ak looked up in embarrassment and pointed toward you, signalling for you to speak first

"I didn't mean to blow up at you guys earlier," you turned to Neteyam, "I was wrong to blame you like that... I guess I just don't know what to do anymore" you took a step back and cleared your throat, trying to remember a short Na'vi phrases you had been taught,

"Oe..tsap'..palute s..see?"

you looked up, a deep blush immediately rushing up your cheeks as you saw the confusion on their faces

"do you mean..Oe tsap'alute si?" Neteyam looked at you in amusement, while Lo'ak and Spider burst out into laughter

"you...you know what I meant!" you held the box closer to your face, trying to hide your humiliated face, "look..I'm sorry okay!"

"sorry for being...rude," Lo'ak sheepishly said, still chuckling from your poor attempt at speaking the Na'vi language

you smiled and waved goodbye to the trio, "see you guys next week!" they waved goodbye and headed deeper into the forest

maybe...just maybe they weren't as bad as you thought

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thank you so much for reading ! please make sure to comment who you'd like for the love interest <33

[joshym]

Lilac Moon

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary:

You’re a singer in a small, local band called Lilac Moon. You play rock and roll music with a bit of a bluesy, jazzy, r&b flair to it. You moved to Nashville with your best friend, Ivy, to pursue your dreams, leaving your families behind as they weren’t the most supportive of this endeavor.

Your band does well enough locally, even having a small group of die hard fans who love you, but you haven’t been able to go much beyond that.

You now have 2 self funded, indie label ep’s out, and currently working on your first album. However, lack of funds is making this venture quite difficult and it’s taking longer than you and the band would’ve liked. This means picking up gigs wherever and whenever the opportunity strikes. It’s mostly small, run down bars that you play, bars that are really only visited by the locals. This makes it a bit hard to get your music out there and the joy of playing has ceased due to lack of motivation.

One night, you and your band have a gig at a small, locally owned bar in East Nashville. To your surprise, all four members of your favorite band just so happen to be in the crowd.

After the show, you catch them talking with your manager.

What could this possibly mean? And why did Josh keep staring at you during the set?

Word Count: 5.4k+

Warnings: (18+ MINORS DNI) *most of these are eventual warnings, not specifically presented in this chapter. each chapter will have it’s own specific set of warnings* angst, mentions of cheating, alcohol abuse, fighting, arrests, drug use, sexual situations, lots of eventual SMUT.

a/n: hi, everyone! ☺️ this is an idea I’ve had stuck in my head for awhile now, and I’ve finally found the time to sit down and write it. I really hope you all enjoy this little brainchild of mine. don’t be afraid to let me know what you think!

much love, lis. 🤍

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You decided to take a stroll through downtown Nashville by yourself this morning, clearing your head after a particularly stressful set with the band last night. Nothing worked right, from the sound system to the lighting, all the way to your tired and worn-out vocals. You had another set tonight at the same bar, and you were incredibly nervous. You needed to get some fresh air, clear your mind, and walking the streets of Nashville in the quiet of the early morning usually did the trick. 

You’re walking aimlessly, green tea with honey in hand, when you’re stopped abruptly by running into the back of someone. 

You nearly spill your tea all over the unsuspecting man you so rudely collided with. He turns around swiftly as you struggle to keep your balance. Upon turning to face you, you're left breathless. Is this….Josh? Josh Kiszka? From Greta Van Fleet? 

Greta Van Fleet is one of your favorite bands, one of your biggest inspirations. You’ve been in love with their music since the early days of From the Fires. You and your best friend followed them to countless gigs, even had a few priceless souvenirs such as some guitar picks from Jake and even a drumstick from Danny. 

You knew they lived in Nashville, but over the course of living here over the last few years, your paths somehow never crossed. You were busy, they were busy, it just never happened.

You’re completely still, stuck staring at this man whose music inspired you to chase after your dreams. 

He looks at you with a confused grin plastered to his face, and you knew then that you had to say something.

“Holy shit, I am so sorry. I totally wasn’t paying any attention. I didn’t spill this on you, did I?” 

You decided then that you wouldn’t let on that you knew who he was. You weren’t going to be that annoying fangirl that gawked at him and made him feel uncomfortable by proclaiming your love for him. So, you did your best to keep your cool, opting to just treat him like the human being he is.

“No, no not at all!” He huffed a laugh. It eased your nerves only slightly. “Just took me by surprise.”

You’re relieved that he’s so cool about it. He giggles more as he takes in your mortified expression. 

You stand there for a spell, wondering what to say, when suddenly a very loud laugh comes out of nowhere. You turn to your side to see Sammy, Josh’s little brother and the band's bassist and pianist. You then realize that he was most likely a witness to the whole thing.

“Ah, ignore my dimwitted brother. He’s high as shit at the moment.”

Sammy walks towards you both, holding two lattes that came from the small coffee shop around the corner.

You’re starting to question whether any of this is real. Josh and Sammy, here? With you? It simply can’t be.

“Here’s your oat milk latte, brother, sans dairy so your voice doesn’t turn to shit. Hey, thank you for almost sending my brother to another dimension, but you should try a little harder next time. Really get the job done.”

He pats your back as he’s praising your clumsy act, laughing as he envisions the scenario all over again. You laugh with him, but the embarrassment creeps back up on you and Josh notices.

“Sammy boy, get fucked. She barely nudged me. Besides, it would take a lot more than that to send me to oblivion. I’m quite sturdy on my feet, as you know.”

“Yeah, okay. Pretty sure you’ve been on your ass more than your feet in your lifetime.”

You all start laughing, and the boys are laughing quite loudly as you hold back a little to not embarrass yourself even more with your obnoxious, snorting laugh. 

You can’t help but notice Josh’s not-so-subtle glances at you as the two of you make eye contact multiple times. His eyes are so genuine, so sincere. You’re pretty sure you’d get lost in them if you gave yourself half the chance. 

There’s no way he’d ever be interested in me, right?

“Um, well, sorry again. I really need to pay better attention. I just zoned out completely, I guess.”

Josh giggles, making you blush.

“No seriously, it’s no big deal. What’s your name?”

“My name's y/n.”

“Well, y/n, this is my much younger, far more immature brother Sammy, and I’m Josh. It’s nice to meet you on this lovely morning.”

You laugh a little at this, not because of what he said about Sammy, but because it seems so strange to you that they’re introducing themselves so casually, like they aren’t rockstars in one of the biggest bands in the world and completely unknown to the fact like you’re one of their biggest fans. You keep up the act, not wanting to make this encounter anymore awkward for you.

“It’s nice to meet you guys, too! I, um, should probably get going. Pretty busy day. I’m sorry again. I’ll pay better attention next time!”

“Oh, next time, huh? Look Josh, she’s already planning your second date!”

“Sam, you're absolutely insufferable. I sincerely mean it, y/n. No hard feelings at all. But I’m holding you to that paying attention sentiment. Some people around here aren’t nearly as pleasant as I am.”

There was something about hearing him say your name that instantly caused the butterflies in your stomach to swarm.

He ended his statement with a wink. You smiled and looked down at your feet, attempting to hide the blush that was again creeping up on your cheeks.

“Thanks, Josh. Hope to see you guys around sometime!”

You continued your walk while waving back at the rockstar brothers, nearly crashing into yet another bystander and causing them both to laugh. 

What you didn’t know was Josh watched you walk away until you were out of sight. He was captivated by you. He loved how shy and sweet you were, and he thought it was adorable how your cheeks turned pink with almost every word he said. He knew he wouldn’t forget you, and he genuinely hoped you would bump into him again. 

“Oh, Joshua. You foolish fuck.”

“Um, pardon me?”

“She was clearly into you. You’re batshit for not asking for her number.”

“I don’t know, Sam. I think the universe might have something in store beyond our control. I don’t believe that’s the last I’ll see of her.”

“Damn hippie.”

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You’ve been resting most of the day, drinking lots of warm tea and gearing up for the show tonight that you’d been secretly dreading. 

You love music. You love performing. You love the feeling of being on stage. Nothing compares to it. But lately, you've been in a slump. You’ve lost your confidence, your ambition. You’re quickly running out of money, and the small amount that these gigs make you and the band is hardly enough to keep you afloat.

You want to finish the album. You want to move forward from this phase in your career. It just wasn’t happening, and you felt stagnant. 

You’re not sure how much longer you can continue these bar gigs full of drunk, mindless people who couldn’t give a shit one about your art. If you have to listen to one more belligerent man yelling at you to take your top off in the middle of a heartfelt song, you might *accidentally* toss an amplifier in the general direction of said man.

You hate that you feel this way. You hate that the music has become lost in the stress of trying to make enough money to eat.

You want to go back to the beginning of it all, back to wanting nothing more than to make the music you want to make with the people you love the most. That all seems like a distant memory, a dream of a dream trapped in another lifetime.

Still yet, you tried your best and gave your all in every show. 

You were often emotional on stage as the lyrics you typically write come straight from your heart. There’s something so magical about creating a song and sharing it with the world. It’s when you allow yourself to be your most vulnerable, to truly let the music guide your spirit. 

There’s always a bet in place amongst your bandmates over whether or not you’ll cry during a set. Jokes on the ones betting that you won’t break down in tears, because 9 times out of 10, you do.

Although you still weren’t thrilled about playing in the same, lackluster bar as the night before, something about tonight felt different. You couldn’t quite pinpoint it. You somehow felt a little lighter, a little more inspired. Maybe tonight won’t be as much of a shitshow. You hoped for as much, at least.

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You arrived at the bar around 5:00 in the evening, about two hours before the doors were set to open. You weren’t scheduled to hit the stage until 9:00, but you and the band wanted a little extra time for a soundcheck given how messy last night was.

You all start getting things set up, but it didn’t take long considering you had left most of it in place from the night before.

You’re in front of the microphone stand preparing for a mic check when the go ahead is given from the guy in the sound booth. You started singing a little melody you randomly came up with, moving your thumb up and down a few times signaling where you needed the volume set.

You never used any sort of in-ear monitors over fear of them not working properly, and you just never saw the need for them since you mostly played really small venues. This meant that the sound truly needed to be perfected at every show to ensure you could hear yourself and your bandmates properly.

Still talking to the mic, you decide to tell everyone about your encounter earlier.

“You guys will never believe who I ran into this morning. And by that I mean I quite literally ran into him, like physically bumped into his back. I wanted to crawl in a hole.”

Jay, the guitarist, (and unfortunately your ex) had to chime in with his typical rhetoric of mocking you and your not-so-graceful moments.

“Jesus, y/n. It’s a wonder they let you out on your own and not worry about whether or not you’ll be fit to sing the next day. Why is it you always find yourself in these stupid situations?”

“To be fair, it’s because you played like shit last night and I had to think of how we were going to make up for it tonight. So, I guess you could say I was a bit distracted.”

The other two in the band bust up in laughter. 

You and Jay never really rekindled your friendship after the break up, considering he cheated on you multiple times, with multiple different women.

You managed to keep things professional, because as much as you hated to admit it, he was a damn good guitar player and you two have written some wonderful pieces together. Your music just wouldn’t be the same without each other. 

“Alright, alright. That’s enough, guys. Tell us, y/n! I’m dying to know.”

Your bassist, Ivy, has been your best friend for the better part of the last decade. You two decided to leave your hometown behind and take on Nashville together, to live out your dreams. 

She wasn’t a huge fan of Jay. Never had been, if she were to be honest. She never fully approved of you two dating over fear that he’d do, well, exactly what he did. She could see right through him when you were stuck with your rose-colored glasses on. She tolerated him for the sake of the band, but you’re her best friend. More like her sister. She hated him for what he did to you.

“Okay, first let me ask you this. Who would you say my favorite band is?”

Ivy immediately stops what she’s doing and looks at you with wide eyes and an open mouth.

She knows exactly where this is going. 

The two of you had gone to as many of their shows as you could before starting the band. You guys had always bonded over music, and Greta Van Fleet was a band that made your friendship even stronger. They brought out the best parts of you both.

“No fucking way.”

You just look at her with the biggest smile on your face as hers displays more and more shock.

“Are you fucking serious, y/n?” she asks with the biggest grin you think you’ve ever seen on her.

Julien, the drummer, also caught on immediately. He knows you and Ivy had a huge thing for Greta Van Fleet in the past. (still do, unapologetically)

“Oh my god, holy shit, y/n. Which one did you meet?”

“Josh. Fucking Josh. And I didn’t just meet him, I slammed into him from behind because I was off in my own world. Then Sammy came up and he-”

Ivy cuts you off with a loud gasp.

“JOSH? SAM? You’re shitting me. What were they like? What did you say?”

“Josh was so nice, so funny. And Sammy was hilarious. But I was so embarrassed and honestly completely taken off guard. I didn’t say much, just kept telling him I was sorry for invading his space that way.”

“Did you tell them about the band? About how much their music inspired us?”

“Well, no. In fact I acted like I didn’t know them at all. I didn’t want to embarrass myself even more, ya know? And I didn’t want it to turn into a shameless plug.”

“You’re much stronger than I am, y/n. I probably would’ve lost my fucking mind. I’m proud of you for keeping your composure.”

The three of you laugh as you all know damn well that Ivy was right in saying she would’ve lost her mind.

Jay then shoots you a look of pure anger as he makes his way over to you.

“What the fuck, y/n! That could’ve been our chance! They could’ve hooked us up with their people, their label, anything! You fucked us over! You didn’t even invite them to the show? Fucking ridiculous.”

“I didn’t want to bother them with that! They probably get so sick of things like that, of small bands using them to get their name out. I refuse to be that person. We’re not that desperate, Jay.”

“You’re so selfish, you know that?”

With that he storms off, leaving you and the rest of the band in complete silence.

Julien walks up to you, wrapping you in a big hug. A world famous, Julien hug.

“Don’t listen to him, y/n. You did the right thing.”

Julien is the peacekeeper in the group, and whenever trouble brews he’s usually the first to ease the tensions.

He followed Jay to try and alleviate some of his anger so that you all could have a proper soundcheck.

“God, he’s a prick. Why do we keep him around again, y/n?”

You huff out a laugh while you’re adjusting your mic stand to the perfect height. 

“When you find another guitarist with half his skill, let me know and we’ll drop him. Until then, I think we’re stuck, Ivy.”

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7:30 pm

You had run through a pretty successful soundcheck and had now gone backstage to your respective dressing rooms to get ready.

You and Ivy typically shared a room so you both could share makeup and stage clothes. You liked to coordinate with each other for performances.

The rooms were small and dingy, and they wreaked of old cigarettes and stale beer. They also barely had any lighting so you two had to use the flashlights on your phones to be able to see to do your makeup. 

Tonight, you had decided on a black leather mini skirt with black tights and a strapless black bandeau top with a sheer bell sleeved crop top over it that tied in the front. You chose a pair of black doc martens to complete the look, along with your insane number of necklaces that you stacked with precision.

Ivy chose a low cut, short black dress that hugged her curves in the perfect way. She was a lot more graceful in heels than you, so she donned a pair of black leather knee high boots with a 4 inch heel. She added the finishing touches with her necklaces that perfectly matched yours.

You both had done your hair in messy curls with tons of volume, and your makeup each consisted of a sultry, smokey eye with nude lips.

You both looked damn good. 

The guys typically opted for a more casual stage look, usually jeans with some sort of ripped up t-shirt. They didn’t seem to care quite as much as you and Ivy.

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8:55 pm

“You guys have 5 minutes! Better be ready or I’ll have your asses!”

Joe is the ‘unofficial’ manager of Lilac Moon. He’s basically everyone's dad who is there to keep you all in line. He’s technically retired from the music business, having been everything from a producer and a sound technician, to a member of multiple different groups, playing just about every instrument under the sun. He’s a bit of a jack of all trades, you could say.

He barely gets paid, but he doesn't mind. He enjoys the music and loves being the mentor for the group. He isn’t afraid to tell it straight, but he always has a loving intent. 

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9:03 pm

Jay and Julien are already on stage ready to go, keeping the crowd entertained while you and Ivy finish up some last minute touches to your stage looks. It’s not uncommon for you two to be the last ones to make it out.

“Y/n! Ivy! It’s past nine, let’s go! You look fine, now get yourselves out there!”

“Shit. Sorry, Joe! We’re ready!”

You and Ivy finally hit the stage to roaring applause as your local fans are excited to see you both.

Ivy quickly grabs her white Hofner violin bass, already plugged in and ready to be played.

You make your way to the mic and start talking to the crowd, making some of your famous (more like infamous) jokes to warm up the audience. 

You look back and nod at the band, signaling that you’re ready. At last, the bar is filled with the sounds of Lilac Moon. 

The crowd is quite loud and excited tonight. You all feed off of their energy perfectly as you play your music. You changed the set a bit from the night before, so everything felt fresh and new. It was going so much better than last night, and you felt the love radiating from the crowd in ways you never had before.

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9:47 pm

You’re at the part of the night that your set typically slows down, doing a few softer, ballad-like songs. 

You had been working on a new song for awhile. It was loosely based on your experience with Jay. You hadn’t performed it yet, knowing you would be entirely too emotional, but you decided that tonight was the night for it. You were ready. 

Before you and Jay split up, he had been teaching you guitar so you could eventually play a little on stage with him. Well, since you broke up, you’ve not really wanted to pick up the instrument again. This new song, though…it requires a bit of backing rhythm guitar, meaning you’re the one that needs to play it.

You walked to the guitar stand to pick up your baby blue epiphone les paul that you bought yourself second hand several years ago. This is the first time you’ll be playing it on stage, and you’re nervous.

“If you’ve been to a Lilac Moon show before, you know this is, um - a bit out of the ordinary.”

The crowd laughs as you get your guitar set up comfortably. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve been practicing. But if it sounds like shit, just blame Jay.”

You glance at him with a smirk as he throws a matching one right back at you.

Right as you're about to strum the beginning chords of the song, you notice a familiar set of faces in the crowd, albeit faces you’ve never seen at one of your shows before.

You’re completely still as you lock eyes with none other than Josh. To say you’re stunned is an understatement. 

He looks just as shocked as you, with a large, confused smile gracing his face. There’s no way he remembers you, right? No - no way in hell. 

To make matters worse, the whole band is here. They’re with other people whom you can only assume are friends of theirs, possibly their security team or management. 

You’re not sure how long they’ve been here as the lights pointing to the stage have been far too bright to make out any faces in the crowd up until this point, save for the ones who were right up against the stage.

If you had to guess, you’d say they’ve been here the whole time. Now you’re really nervous. And you’re about to play guitar for the first time in front of a crowd-in front of them. 

It’s too late to back out now, and with your bandmates looking at you with subtle confusion, you decide to just go for it.

“This is a new song we’ve been working on, it’s still a bit of a work in progress so bare with us. It’s called “Alone Again.”’

The crowd gets excited at the thought of new music and you’re happy with the reaction.

The song begins. You start strumming the chords and singing, already feeling the emotions rise.

Don’t you dare start crying, y/n. Not in front of them.

The bridge of this song is passionate, serving as the climax to the eventual heartbreak the song ends with. 

You’re really worked up, unable to control the emotions any longer.

You step away from the mic briefly as you gather yourself during the chorus, Ivys’ backing vocals taking over. Julien watches you with concern as his drumming increases to a wild pace. 

You gain your composure and step back in front of the mic, singing with so much fervency. 

The song ends strong. The crowd is the loudest they’ve been this whole night.

You did it. You fucking did it.

You set your guitar back on the stand and grab the mic.

“What’s a Lilac Moon show without a little emotional breakdown from yours truly, am I right?”

You do this sometimes to lighten the mood a bit, when it all becomes a bit too heavy for your liking. You laugh with the crowd as you all prepare for the final song.

“Let’s get a little louder, shall we?”

The audience cheers as you perform the last song. It’s an upbeat, good old fashioned rock and roll song that never fails to garner a strong reaction from your fans.

You glance every so often to see the famous rock stars dancing and having a great time. 

You can’t believe it. They seem to be enjoying themselves, listening to your music. You would have never in a million years seen this coming.

You finish the song to loud, boisterous applause as you all make your way off stage.

You quickly run up to Ivy to ask her if she saw what you saw, but you’re cut off by the loud chanting of “ENCORE” coming from the audience.

“What the hell? They want an encore?”

You’re surprised as this has never happened before.

“Well shit, kids. Get back out there! Give the people what they want!”

Joe is practically shoving you guys back on stage. You’re all in utter shock as you make your way back out. 

The cheering is almost deafening as you begin another song. 

You’re filled with so much love and excitement as you can feel it emitting from the people in the audience. You feel fulfilled, you feel happy. 

As you’re performing your encore, you can’t help but notice that it seems the boys and their entourage are no longer in the crowd. 

You’re betting they just wanted to leave before the after-show chaos ensues, but you can’t help feeling like maybe they just weren’t impressed enough to stick around for the encore.

You quickly shove those thoughts down to give the audience the best you can give. It was the perfect ending to this amazing show. You guys even decide to throw in your own little rendition of Me and Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin, a crowd favorite cover of yours.

Julien tosses his drumsticks to the crowd as Jay follows suit with a few guitar picks as you exit the stage for the final time.

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10:24 pm

You’re all backstage again, full of pure adrenaline.

Julien runs around hugging everyone and gives you and Ivy enthusiastic kisses on your foreheads.

“Holy shit, guys! I think that’s the best we’ve ever been! Where’s Jay?”

Ivy rolls her eyes and looks at you before responding.

“He’s probably already at the bar on his third or fourth drink. You know how he is; the drinking binge begins as soon as he’s done with his responsibilities to the band.”

You’re not interested in talking about Jay. You have to ask them if they saw the guys in the audience.

“Did you guys see who was out there tonight? I almost lost my shit.”

“What? No, who are you talking about?”

Julien is a bit confused, but Ivy saw them too.

“Holy shit, y/n. What the hell were they doing here? I thought you said you didn’t tell them about us?”

“I didn’t, I swear! I’m just as confused as you are!”

You both hug each other, laughing and trying to make sense of it all.

Julien has already moved on from the conversation, making his way to the bathrooms.

You start to head back to your dressing room to gather up your things when a thought enters your head.

Where’s Joe? He’s always waiting on the side of the stage for us, always there when we exit. Why wasn’t he there after the encore?

As you turn the corner, you see him.

“Joe! There you are! Did you see-”

You then realize that he’s not alone. He’s talking with some people, but not just any people.

He’s talking with Josh, Jake, Sammy and Danny, and the people they came to the bar with were also part of this conversation.

You stop dead in your tracks.

What the hell are they doing back here? And why are they talking to Joe?

“Y/N! Holy shit, you sly dog, you!”

Sammy runs up to you and embraces you in the kind of hug you give to someone you’ve known your whole life. You eagerly hug him back. You can’t believe he remembers you.

Here comes Josh with a huge, toothy smile on his face.

“Hey, y/n!

He pushes Sammy to the side so he can have his turn giving you a hug. He sways you back and forth in his arms a bit and you practically melt under his touch. You feel you could stay in the safety of his arms for the rest of your life. 

He breaks the embrace but keeps his hands planted on your shoulders.

“You know it’s funny, but I can’t seem to recall you telling us you’re in a band. A fucking incredible one, at that!”

“I-I guess I just didn’t think to mention it. What on earth are you guys doing here? I feel like bars like this aren’t really your speed?”

Danny starts to make his way over to you, leaving Jake and their team with Joe to finish the conversation.

“Daniel here has been trying to get us to come and see this band he’s been digging for a while now and we finally agreed. Had I known how fantastic you were, I wouldn’t have hesitated!”

“I don’t know why you idiots haven’t learned by now that you should always trust my music taste.”

Danny introduces himself to you, and you’re once again in shock. 

Danny knows your band? He actually digs your music? 

“I swear every time I see you guys, you blow me away! Truly great stuff.”

How many shows has he been to??

“Oh my god, thank you so much. I’m not even sure what to say. I mean, you guys are incredible and I’m a huge fan. I wouldn’t have ever expected you all to be here and-”

Your rambling is cut short by Josh removing his hands from your shoulders, displaying a look of slight concern mixed with a smirk.

“Wait, you’re a fan of us? You could’ve fooled me! Why didn’t you act like it when we met you this morning?”

Shit. Your act is up.

“Well, I guess I was just in shock and didn’t want you to think I was just another crazed fan who just so happened to run into you accidentally-on-purpose, you know? I swear, it truly was an accident.”

Josh starts giggling at you, seeing that familiar look of embarrassment flushing your face again.

“Oh trust me, y/n. I have no doubt it was an accident. You looked like you saw a ghost or something.” 

He grabs your arm, letting you know it’s okay and that you can relieve some of your visible tension.

“So what are you guys doing back here? What were you talking to Joe about?”

About that time, you hear a high pitched shrill coming from behind you. You instantly know it’s Ivy. 

She runs up to you and the guys and introduces herself to them. She’s having a hard time hiding the fact that she’s a major fan, and you can’t help but laugh at her and her enthusiasm as she hugs them.

Joe, Jake and the people accompanying them start to make their way over to you all.

Jake gives his brothers a confirming nod.

“We’re all set, boys. I suppose we just need the official ‘okay’ from the band.”

Jake glances your way, his cheekbones high on his face and he smiles at you both. 

You and Ivy look at each other with genuine confusion as you can’t figure out what the hell is going on. You both look to Joe for some answers as he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Y/n, Ivy, the boys and their management have asked me if you would like to join them on the road for the first half of their next tour starting in July. Thoughts on this, ladies?”

You’re both at a loss for words. They want you to join them? What? Is this actually happening?

You instantly look at Josh who appears to be anxiously awaiting your answer as he chimes in.

“You see, we’re down an opener for the first part of the tour, and that’s why Daniel wanted us to come watch you guys tonight. He figured you all would be perfect for the job, and I agree. So what do you say? Care to join us on this audacious trip?”

“Oh my god..I-I mean we’ll have to check with Julien and Jay but, I don’t see why not! That sounds amazing! I can’t believe it, you want us?”

“Josh absolutely insisted on it as soon as you walked out on stage. In fact he could hardly keep his eyes off you, isn’t that right, bro?” Sammy says as he nudges your shoulder and throws you a wink.

You look at Josh to see that his cheeks are the ones burning red this time.

Julien is practically sprinting down the hall when he figures out who’s backstage with you.

“What’s up, guys? Huge fan of your stuff, seriously. So sick to see you here!”

He gives them all handshakes that turn into his notable hugs.

“Hey Jules, they just asked us to join them on the road this summer. Think that’s a good idea?” you ask him as he’s instantly making friends with the other drummer.

“Are- are you fucking serious? Of course I do! No way, man!”

You all break out in laughter as he makes yet another round of handshakes and hugs to show his gratitude.

Josh moves a little closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bumping your hip with his playfully.

“So, it’s settled then, y/n?”

You look at Ivy as she’s vigorously nodding her head up and down, tears in her eyes as she’s struggling to contain her excitement.

“I think that’s a resounding yes!”

to be continued...

Chapter 2

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so i just started writing because cowboys stuck in my head i guess? anyways have this completely out of context snippet that hopefully makes a little sense about Shadow and Sean (and also Legundo) <3

Shadow could feel the tension in the air well before he made it back to the ranch. And, coming over the hill, where his heart coudn't pound in his chest, his stomach coiled uncomfortably. Next to his boss stood none other than the sheriff himself.

It was nerves that sent shocks and ripples throughout his body when Sean turned his head to him, almost casually. The worst of it that Shadow couldn't tell whether those nerves were about the fact that the sheriff came looking for him or that he was currently staring at him and no one else.

Out of respect, he stepped down from his horse well before making it to the two. Nearing them, he tipped his hat and greeted them both. It took effort not to let his gaze linger on Sean any longer than he had to.

Sean clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. For a moment, none of them spoke. Shadow glanced between them. He wouldn't dare break the quiet, even if the uncertainty could kill him. Why was he here? What did he want? Did something happened? Did he know about- no. He couldn't know.

Finally, he broke the silence. He dropped his hands from where his arms had been crossed. "Ride with me, Shadow."

He looked at his boss, who nodded only once, then took Nightmare by the reins to get back in her saddle. Sean was in his seat before him, and he barely waited long enough for him to get settled before he rode off. Shadow followed easily, gloved hands uncomfortably tight around the reins. They were alone, riding off into the desert, the sun beating down upon them, and he had no idea what was expected of him here.

Logically, he knew something was wrong. Maybe it had to do with himself, or maybe it was about someone else, someone very specific — thinking of him again made him swallow, oh how he missed him already.

Finally, Sean slowed enough so they could ride side by side. He seemed to think for just a moment longer, then glanced sideways at him, attention partly on the road ahead. "You know Legundo is a wanted criminal, right?"

It took so much effort not to twitch nervously. He no longer wanted to ride next to Sean, despite this being the first time they'd been in close proximity in days. He forced a confused frown onto his face. "I am aware, yes." He shut his mouth after. Anything more and it would be suspicious. He had to play this safe.

Sean hummed. "He deserves to be thrown in jail, if not shot on sight." He paused, maybe waiting for a reaction. Leaning back in his saddle, he levelled him with a relaxed look, once again feigned casualty. "You'd report any sightings to me, wouldn't you?"

A cold shudder ran down his spine despite the burning heat. "Of course, sir." His chest felt unbearably tight. Hopefully, it wasn't obvious in his voice.

"So tell me-" and now he sounded dangerous. Shadow couldn't help the way his eyes widened slightly a the now accusatory, near manic expression on Sean's face — and there was something else to it, something obsessive Shadow couldn't immediately place. "- why I saw the both of you last night, together, and why I haven't heard about it yet?"