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usohtsuki · 5 years ago

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sakuatsu fic recs!

*possibly haikyuu!! manga spoilers

the world needs to know about these beautiful miya atsumu & sakusa kiyoomi fics - let me know if i’ve missed any must-reads and i’ll update as i find more (last updated 30/04/2020). this does not include incompleted fics.

☆ = nsfw

Different Kinds of Dysfunctional (series) - DeathBelle ☆

(there’s no series description so this is just the description of the first fic)

Atsumu said into the heavy silence, “You can’t say you’ve never thought about it.”

"Thought about what?" said Sakusa.

Atsumu smiled to himself, smug. "You know."

"No, I don't."

"You know. Of course you’ve thought about it. There’s no reason to be ashamed, Omi-kun. I’m a real catch.”

Sakusa was appalled. "You're disgusting."

"You flatter me. I'm not judging you. I can't lie and say I haven't thought about it, too."

Sakusa shifted, slowly, to peer over his shoulder. He wasn’t scowling, but his expression was unreadable. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

Atsumu wasn't joking, and he was about to get more than he bargained for.

your highs and lows (series) - astroeulogy ☆

a post-time skip canonverse series born from these two questions:

1. what if sakusa kiyoomi, known too-blunt jerk, is equally straightforward about his soft, tender feelings?

2. what if miya atsumu, resident big fat jerk who doesn't care if his teammates hate him, is too emotionally stunted to notice when his one of his teammates actually likes him?

did you get your wish? - bastigod

"Miya-san, do you have any regrets?"

Atsumu hummed in response. The fabric of his jacket crinkled as he shoved his hands into his pocket. "Getting sentimental, Sakkun?" He sighed. "I suppose after your last tournament is as good a time as any for it."

good is the life, the life is good - fiskanel ☆

From time to time Sakusa wants to empty a full clip into the head of some criminal, chop their head off and to feed the remains to starved pigs. Or avoid feeding and have a ceremonial burning so that he gets the feeling that he has done it himself, with his own hands, because now his nerves are getting the best of him. The first rule of their agency is no killing until other options get irrelevant.

got sunshine in a bag - fiskanel ☆

‘Is everything okay?’ Sakusa asks, running through Atsumu’s hair and trying to catch his breath.

‘Yes.’ In his post-orgasmic bliss Atsumu doesn’t exist as a person. He has a hoarse voice, swollen lips, watery eyes, and his semen is smeared between their stomachs. ‘It's okay.’

the inherent romance of classical conditioning (or, the fine art of emotional recognition) - pseudoanalytics ☆

It's stupid. Atsumu isn't a romantic, no matter how many times he's imagined laying Sakusa out and finally really touching him.

So there's no explanation for why Atsumu is constantly stuck thinking about brushing his fingertips against the meat of Sakusa's palms or the prominent tendons in his freaky wrists.

There's no explanation for why doing dishes sets off a warm burn in his ribcage, or why when he smells disinfectant he inhales like he's walking past a bakery.

Yer doin' this to me, he thinks furiously, as Sakusa derails his thoughts with kisses that come more and more frequently now. Yer conditionin' me, and I can't stop it.

School Bus Yellow - yuuki

Atsumu has a crush on Sakusa, and it’s kind of ridiculous how much he likes a guy who wears ugly colored jackets and is afraid of germs.

Though, Atsumu’s probably not all that great himself. He’s still figuring that part out.

in disguise of revelation - wordstruck

“Did you need something, Miya-san?” Sakusa asks. Is this, Atsumu wonders wryly, how thieves feel when they’re caught.

“Omi-kun,” he replies with a slow-blooming foxkill grin. (And he hits a nail on the head — the unwelcome nickname makes Sakusa’s eye twitch just slightly.) “Lemme set for ya.”

Ah, there it is. A flicker of something colder behind that flat gaze, a there-and-gone-again that still hits Atsumu like a lightning strike. It makes his grin widen. Cavalier mischief is his best shield.

“My name,” the other boy says, in a voice of steel under paper, “is Sakusa.”

we are not shining stars - wordstruck

“I wanna see the Shinhotaka Ropeway,” Atsumu explains, as if this is a reasonable explanation for dragging your professional-volleyball-playing teammate out on an impromptu eight-hour road trip to a tourist attraction six hundred kilometers away.

“Uh huh.” Osamu pauses. Atsumu can hear his twin silently contemplating various reasons for Atsumu’s continued existence. “Is Sakusa-kun your hostage?”

“He wants ta see the Shinhotaka Ropeway too.” (This is a blatant lie.)

(Ten days after they lose to the Schweiden Adlers, Atsumu knocks on Sakusa Kiyoomi's door and invites him on a road trip.)

Notice - bastigod

Embarrassingly, Miya Atsumu is the third person to notice his crush on Sakusa.

And it's his crush in the first place.

The Germaphone and the Asshole (series) - metaandpotatoes ☆

(there’s no series description so this is just the description of the first fic)

“The germ thing,” Atsumu says, looking as if he is intensely trying not to care. Eloquent as always. And unexpected, again. An inconvenient turn of events, if the habit persists. Adjustments will have to be made. Reaction times calibrated. Kiyoomi steps back again, what he hopes is an unnoticeable amount.

“The germ thing,” Kiyoomi repeats. Atsumu—headstrong, think-never Atsumu—hesitates. Kiyoomi briefly entertains the thought that he is trapped in a lucid dream.

flowers and all that bullshit - ugaytsu ☆

Atsumu asks for flowers, Sakusa gives him an interesting one.

On Edge - cajynn ☆

Atsumu needs to learn a lesson in patience. Thankfully Sakusa is a very skilled teacher.

Multiples of Two - yuuki

He does everything in multiples of two. The day Sakusa Kiyoomi died, Atsumu checked his pulse twenty-eight times. Okay, so Sakusa Kiyoomi has never died. And Atsumu has never been close enough to Sakusa to be able to check his pulse. So what if Atsumu is just being dramatic again? He’s allowed to be dramatic when he’s in love with a man who has less emotion than a rock.

after hours - novacaelum

"Are you scared of being caught, Omi-kun?"

"No." Sakusa's voice is strong despite his breathlessness, Atsumu smirks and crashes their lips together again.

crushed - strawberrycitrus ☆

"Can you crush a watermelon between your thighs?"

The entire team bursts into laughter, whereas Sakusa looks disgusted by the thought, because of course he would - Atsumu imagines that getting anywhere close to a food product with his legs would probably get him killed on sight.

The watermelon doesn't stand a chance.

show me how - emeraldpalace

Sakusa isn’t sure when or how it happened, but the fact remains: Miya Atsumu has become a comfortable constant in his life.

Black Jackals teammates verify controversial relationship announcement - pseudoanalytics

Despite initial public skepticism, sources close to Miya Atsumu (#13) and Sakusa Kiyoomi (#15) insist the relationship is authentic and not a publicity stunt.

Towers - slice_of_cheesecake

As the second prince of Inari Kingdom, Prince Atsumu has his duties to fulfill. Other than that, his twin brother, Crown Prince Osamu, just can't be bothered with such a troublesome quest, unless it's about food.

There's a nefarious sorcerer that is infamous for terrorizing neighboring kingdoms and Atsumu is given the task to slay the villain. But as soon as he sees the evil sorcerer, he suddenly forgot about his quest. Instead, he makes it his top priority to know more about this mysterious man and how he came to realize that all things are not always what they seem.

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets - isaksara

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

touch me, hold your hand to the flame, keep it there as long as you can stand - kaashiboo ☆

“I don’t trust you,” Sakusa says, and: “Don’t touch me.” Miya Atsumu does not flinch as grazed joints press against their shoulder, unfolding slowly, grasping onto them. Their breath hitches. Closed eyelids flutter, but don’t open up. “Don’t touch me,” Sakusa repeats, pleadingly, his fingers trembling so hard he thinks he can’t keep this up. Yet, he’s the one putting more pressure into it. Desperately, starvingly, longingly. “I won’t.” Atsumu promises. “I won’t touch ya, Kiyoomi-kun. I won’t.”

you make my heart burn - myhopeisjhope

“What’s up with that awful expression?” Atsumu asked. He leaned against the counter with his hip, looking directly at Kiyoomi, his regular fox-line grin plastered on his face.

Kiyoomi made eye-contact with him then, his eyebrows knotting in annoyance, but Atsumu was too interested in the cute pair of beauty marks above Kiyoomi’s eye to care about the glare that was sent his way.

“What’s up with that awful hair?” Kiyoomi shot back.

And that was exactly when Atsumu decided he liked the guy.

we’re falling out of touch - NovaCaelum

Sakusa loves Miya's hands. They look coarse from playing volleyball for long hours, they curve perfectly and set a ball as if he's reading the player's thoughts. As if he could. If it was true, then he'd know how Sakusa can't drag his eyes away from long fingers, rough calluses...How Sakusa wants to run the pads of his fingers over the shape, memorise it as if he'd never have the chance to do it again.

sometimes we have to wait (it takes time to find you) - ProudHaikyuuTrash

Three times Atsumu falls in love and is left heart-broken and the one time he gets his happy ending.

The Misadventures of Crackshot and Limber - astroeulogy ☆

Six months ago, the hero known as Bloodhound became the latest in a long line of mysterious disappearances. When a sudden break in the case leads his old partner and twin brother to the home of Southpaw, the most famous hero in Osaka, things take a turn for the—strange.

drive me mad (series) - Ceryna ☆

snapshots of a tattoo & motorcycle AU fusion, featuring Kiyoomi with tattoos and a motorcycle, and head-over-heels pining Atsumu.

Heresy - honeybakedgrace

“I’d like to see that,” Kiyoomi jokes, a cheeky grin curling up the corners of his lips. Atsumu closes the gap, slowly, then all at once, until they can feel the other’s breath on their lips.

“It's too bad,” Atsumu trails off, eyes cast onto Kiyoomi’s exposed neck.

“Too bad?”

“Too bad,” Atsumu echoes, “in another life, maybe I coulda shown ya.”

Shades of Ink - DeathBelle ☆

It’s fortunate that Miya Atsumu is such a good tattoo artist, because that appears to be his only redeeming quality. He’s too loud, too cocky, and so overtly flirtatious that Sakusa almost leaves the shop before he even steps inside. But he’s seen firsthand that Atsumu does good work, so he stays and suffers through it.

The longer he's there, the more he thinks maybe Atsumu isn't all bad.

When Atsumu asks for a tattoo from Sakusa’s shop in return, Sakusa knows he should turn Atsumu down. He doesn’t.

What should have been a routine business transaction turns into something more hands-on than either of them expected.

compositional control - almondblossom ☆

Sakusa Kiyoomi hated Miya Atsumu’s smug face, how bossy he was to the staff, and how full of himself he got. Even worse, he was outraged by how good Atsumu looked when he edited the photos from their shoot and how he ended up staring at them long after he was done. He loathed him and his pretty face and how it was all he could think about.

I Heard Your Voice - mrkscafe

Where Sakusa meets Atsumu while at work.

“Hey there, Pretty Moles-kun!”

Don’t turn off the light (I’ll give you what you like) - Liberty_Fede ☆

Atsumu thinks he can tease Sakusa, but gets completely wrecked instead.

three roses and a smile - strawberrycitrus

“I just got this job, I’m not givin’ it up for some moral boost ‘cause I actually need to pay my rent, ya insensitive -” Atsumu waves his hands around, trying and failing to come up with the right word to convey the amount of injustice that this gaunt motherfucker has brought into his relatively simple life thus far.

“If you can’t pay your rent, go get a job at the McDonald’s over by 8th Street,” Sakusa growls, “it’ll pay more than your researcher position.”

If you even attempt assault on a coworker, forget teaching about cells - you’ll fucking be in one, Atsumu.

Live A Little - DeathBelle ☆

Sakusa's first mistake is getting on the motorcycle.

The second is his inability to walk away from Atsumu.

just a boy undercover (and a boy with a getaway) - volchitsae

Atsumu reaches out, clearly ready since birth to fuck with people. "Hey, I'm Atsumu Miya. Nice to work with The Lonely Lance." Osamu tries to kick at the back of his knee, but Atsumu is already moving toward Sakusa to get into his space.

Sakusa grasps the tips of Atsumu's fingers with his gloved hand for half a second before snatching it back. The warmth of the leather makes Atsumu's fingers twitch.

"It's Sakusa. I know who you are." Atsumu notes that he does not look pleased at all.

Instantly, his feud with Osamu hits the back burner. Atsumu wants to piss off the living shit out of this guy, 24/7, 365.

godeater - hozier

I’m still waitin’ for the day you consume me whole.

let them eat chaos - mirabilis

Standing between God and Ozymandias himself, Kiyoomi forges the remains of the boy who once challenged the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium and lost.

Saltwater - DeathBelle

“I said I was taking a walk alone.” Sakusa’s voice sounded odd, washed out by the low roar of the ocean. He sounded small, insignificant, and maybe he was.

“Yeah, I heard you.” Atsumu sounded the same as ever, loud and bold and always teetering on the edge of obnoxious. He stepped up beside Sakusa, maybe looking at him, maybe gazing out at the water.

“And you didn’t listen,” said Sakusa. “That’s typical.”

“I listened. I just heard what you didn’t say, too.”

an observational study of the modern desmodus rotundus - firtree

Ever since meeting Miya Atsumu, Kiyoomi's life has been a continuous stream of very unlucky incidents that have bled into a veritable sea of regret in which he finds himself, with no hopes of swimming back to the shore. In short, everything that is wrong with his life can (and will be) be attributed to making the acquaintance of Miya Atsumu.

Or: Some might think that becoming a vampire is the biggest problem that Kiyoomi will ever have to face. Wrong. His biggest problem comes in the form of Miya Atsumu and the crush he definitely does not have on him.

Reaching Through the Screen - cajynn ☆

“Oh my god.” Atsumu looks both shocked and thoroughly amused. “Omi-Omi. Is that porn?”

Euterpe - 09271996

Atsumu does not sing nor spare a glance at the instrument even once. His fingers alone do the wonders. Like a person meditating, only having his fingers move all according to instinct. He plays a hauntingly sad song, if Sakusa would describe it. He is not familiar with it but the way the chords resonate around the room and gives goosebumps to his skin, he knows that if he goes to sleep, it’s going to haunt him.

want you in my room - volchitsae ☆

"we hooked up and now the city has shut down for a week due to a pandemic and now we're stuck in your apartment" AU -- There’s a comfortable quiet while Sakusa butters some toast until Atsumu’s phone starts ringing from where it’s plugged into the wall. Sakusa scoops it up from the desk in the living room and hands it over to Atsumu, who puts it on speakerphone.

“Yo, ‘Samu,” Atsumu says, around a mouthful of cereal.

“Oh, so now you pick up.”

“My phone died!”

“We thought you died. It’s lucky you weren’t murdered. Unlucky for me, I’ve always wondered what it was like to be an only child.”

“You mean, I’m lucky I wasn’t murdered by his dick –“

“SHUT –“

Atsumu grins and shoots at look at Sakusa, who raises his eyebrows and takes a sip of coffee.

take what’s yours and make it mine - claudusdiei

atsumu falls in love four times in his life

(or: in which atsumu gets his heart broken twice, has the self-awareness of a sober mule and really likes yellow tulips)

nothing but some heartburn, baby - volchitsae

"your apartment is next to mine and i can hear you and your partner dancing and singing and the bed moving and you two laughing and talking in hushed tones and it won’t let me sleep so i bitch about it to you 24/7 and one day it stops and one day turns to one week and then months and i haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me in, i’ve been knocking for ten minutes" AU

Sakusa is just trying to pass med school.

as you are - waitaminute

Kiyoomi learns that falling for Atsumu is the easiest thing in the world.

bet on it - kambedon

Volleyball players are known for a lot of things.

Intense plays, long rallies, arm-breaking serves—those are only some of the things they are known for. But in Japan, the volleyball players (high school, college, and professionals alike) are infamous for something that no one really expected: their betting pool.

(or alternately, everyone finds out that one of the best spikers in Japan, Sakusa Kiyoomi, is dating someone and they try to figure out his identity while the person he’s dating remains clueless about it.)

two slow dancers - babbito

Atsumu smiles, Sakusas face still downturned in displeasure. It only makes butterflies storm his stomach, the fluttery feeling making him feel warm.

“You wanna know somethin’ Omi-kun?” He asks, Sakusas eyes still bore into Atsumus, waiting for him to continue. “You look really pretty when you sleep.”

my heart is thrilled by the still of your hand - volchitsae ☆

“And that’ll be $27.50,” Atsumu says, fishing out a card machine from one of the bag pockets. “Debit or credit?”

Sakusa pulls out his wallet and pays with a credit card, and Atsumu dutifully packs it all away before extending the bagged blood over the threshold. Sakusa takes them but raises one eyebrow at Atsumu, a silent question at the maid costume and not the regular red and black polo shirt with slacks.

Atsumu fiddles with the bag strap. “Honestly, I was tryin' to come up with a pizza boy porn line, something about having ordered sausage and relating it to vampires, but I’ve got nothin’,” he confesses, which makes Sakusa laugh. Atsumu sees the flash of sharper than usual canines in his smile.

i keep a window for you, it’s always open - volchitsae

Atsumu scrolls around on YouTube, feeling like he's spiralling a little into the odd corners of it when some recommended videos are "I'm a Plague Doctor and You've Been Diagnosed with the Black Plague ASMR" or videos of people eating truly remarkable amounts of food. No judgement (maybe a little bit, he's no angel), but mukbangs make him hungry and whispering roleplay makes his ears itch. A video called "Study With Me: Pomodoro Technique #1" appears and he clicks on it.

The channel's name is endomiphins, and the thumbnail features a view of a man from the neck downward at his desk, notebook and laptop open.

Atsumu presses play. -- Sakusa is a barista by day, ASMR and study YouTuber by night, and Atsumu falls a little in love with both.

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mymoodwriting · 5 years ago

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Blooming Eyes

F!Reader x Poison Ivy!Suho

Genre: Poison Ivy AU

Warning: Murder, Blood, Needles, Seizure, CPR, Abuse, Gunshots, Poison

Words: 5.7K

Chapters:

Prompt: Meeting an alien is one thing, but it’s a whole other thing when such a creature seems to fancy you. There was so much you wanted to do, but one decision changes your life in a way you never could have imagined.

A/n: This took a lot longer to write than I thought, but oh boy did I do things.

You slowly opened your eyes, sunlight against your face. You were comfortably laying in bed, the sheets soft and warm around you. You probably should have woken up, but you were too happy and cozy where you were. So you opted to close your eyes and drift back to sleep. Even if you didn’t know it, that warm fuzzy feeling was familiar and not in the best way.

♥♥♥♥♥

Five Weeks Ago

Suho was nice enough to provide you with a few blood bags, since you were constantly running tests. You thought it would have only been one but you needed to figure out just how much blood you would need to use. Too much could kill both cell structures and the host, whereas not enough would wield the same results. It took a while, and this time you absolutely refused to use any test subjects, it would be pointless anyway until you figured out the right dosage. You wound up falling asleep in your lab quiet often. Usually you’d wake up on your own and just get back to work, but on one occasion, the most important one, Suho woke you.

“Your work ethic always impresses me.”

“What?”

“Come on. You’ve been working a lot lately, I’ll let you get some proper rest.”

“No, no I’m fine.”

“Y/n-”

“I got it! I got what you wanted.”

“What.”

“Look.”

You pulled up your most recent results on the monitor, then showed him a sample under the microscope.

“I got it. The right combination. I just need a test subject.”

“I see. You’re sure this will work?”

“We have the same knowledge, you’ve seen the results, you know it will.”

“And where is this serum?”

“Here?” You showed him the vials. “I managed to make three before I passed out.”

“I see.” Suho grabbed one. “What about the side effects?”

“Um… I don’t know, the chance of success is ninety nine percent, but I don’t know what effects it will have on the body. I don’t think it will be comfortable considering this will be a form of metamorphosis. It’s why I need someone to test it out first and-”

While rambling you hadn’t noticed a vine creep over and hand Suho a syringe, let alone notice him loading it up with the vial’s contents. Before you knew it the needle was in your chest, in your heart, and emptied out. You stared down at the syringe, watching as it injected you with the serum, then looked up at Suho, panic starting to rise. He merely smiled, cupping your cheek.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll keep record of the side effects for you.”

“Why… why would you…”

You started shaking and collapsed into Suho’s arms. You weren’t sure if it was going to hurt, but the shock of it all made you pass out. Suho kissed your head, removing the syringe, picking you up in his arms and taking you upstairs to the bedroom. He laid you down in bed, you were still shaking, and had worked up a sweat.

“Write that down for me Cupcake. She’s shaking like tree branches in the wind, and worked up a cold sweat. Although no signs of deterioration or anything like that, and this is minutes after coming in contact with the serum.”

Cupcake typed away on the laptop in the room, before curling around Suho’s arm. It tugged on him for a bit to get his attention.

“She’s going to be just fine. She’ll be better too, just give her time.”

You spent days in bed, a few times waking up in a haze, but you were never conscious long enough to remember. The initial shaking stopped after a few hours, although what came next was some trouble breathing. It became shallow and uneven, despite that you still wouldn’t wake up on your own.

“Y/n!”

Suho had been working when he felt it, your heart stop. He ran down, nearly slipping but the nearby vines kept him steady. He rushed into the room, picking you up in his arms, checking your pulse, and not finding one. He quickly started CPR.

“Come on, come on.”

He wasn’t sure if he actually did something or not, but after a moment you took in a breathe. It was calm, and soft, if he hadn’t been so close he might not have noticed. Without much thought he hugged you tight, making you whine from the pain of the bruised rib.

“Sorry, sorry, I just…”

Suho was laying you down when it finally hit him, your breathe. He couldn’t help but chuckle and truly kiss you for the first time.

“Just as I thought.”

It wasn’t until a few days later that you finally woke up. The bit of sun that peeked in from the curtains warming your face. You opened your eyes, filled with a childlike wonder. You got up, looking around, the place foreign and yet familiar. You ultimately fell out of bed, unable to stand up, but crawling towards the curtains. You stopped when the plants opened them for you, letting you bask in the full light.

You wound up falling asleep again, a blanket draped over you, like a cat laying in the sunlight. That’s how Suho found you, becoming amused and somewhat concerned all in one. He gently shoke you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked around. When you saw Suho you smiled and snuggled against him, relaxing and dozing off again.

“Well aren’t you adorable.”

Your stomach growled and you jumped awake, confused over the sound and the feeling. You looked to Suho, unsure of what was going on or what to do.

“I see… you’re a lot less human than you thought you’d be, but still hungry like one, well, like me. Come on, let’s get you something tasty to eat.”

Suho helped you to your feet, watching you stumble after a few steps. He caught you before you fell, another chuckle escaping his lips.

“Guess you forgot how to walk too.” You tilted your head to the side, confused. “It’s okay, we can work on that later.”

He pulled you close and picked you up in his arms bridal style. You couldn’t help but smile again, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning against him, very content. He stared for a while, just watching you, but your stomach growling again made him move. You had your eyes closed but when you heard water splashing you opened them, looking around for the sound till you found it. You looked down, staring at the water, trying to reach down to touch it. You weren’t going to give up so easily, not aware of Suho’s words, and ultimately slipping out of his hands.

You fell into the water below, at first feeling a bit hurt, but quickly overjoyed by the water. You started splashing it around, forgetting Suho was even there and soaking him in the process. He said nothing, merely watching you, seeing how you acted like a child being shown water for the first time. You absolutely loved it, it even felt wonderful, and laid down, rolling around a bit in the hallway. You did eventually calm down, just laying in the water with a content smile on your face.

“Did you have fun?” You nodded eagerly. “I guess cleaning you up is the better option, and keeping you in bed until you’re better on your feet. Come on.”

You happily let him pick you up again, playing with your wet hair on the way. He got you into the bathroom, having you sit and wait while he ran a bath and warmed it up. You started laughing and he looked over to see one of the vines fixing up your wet hair, although when he was about to make a comment it snapped over and pointed at him, basically glaring at him.

“What? Cupcake, she’s fine… can’t you tell what’s up with her? A combination of two different DNA sequences, it seems her plant side became dominant throughout the metamorphosis… she’s still somewhat human… she’s like a flower when it first blooms, young, and innocent, so she doesn’t know anything… yes her previous memories and personality are still in there somewhere… no, I won’t change her right now… this is important information! Why did the plant side take over? We don’t know… don’t give me that look… okay, okay, I know why but that’s not the point here, she needs to grow like this, if not now then eventually… besides I’m curious to see what she’s like this way… you’re all wonderful, and she’s just like you in this state, except there’s just a bit more… I want to know just how much more.”

While they were having a conversation you had been playing with one of the flowers that had grown on Cupcake’s vine. It smelled so nice and the petals felt soft. You tried to grab it but when you pulled on it the vine flinched, and you felt hurt too.

“Come on my little Flower, the bath is warm.”

You looked over when Suho called, noticing the bath full of water. You rushed over and got in, fully clothed. The water felt nice on your skin and you laid back until only your head was above it. Suho remained stunned for a moment then started laughing, helping you out of your clothes that were now very soaked.

“You really like the water huh?” He kissed your head. “I’m glad.”

♥♥♥♥♥

The first few days were filled with wonder as Suho taught you things, and you were just being fascinated by everything with childlike wonder. He really did enjoy that side of you, to see you so happy and at peace, with no care in the world.

“Flower?”

It became a habit of yours, whenever he left you alone, to find you sitting on the floor by the window with the sun shining on your face. That of course was the morning habit, any other time he’d have to find you outside in the garden. He worried about you stumbling into the greenhouse but lucky for him it seemed that you avoided it, and the plants kept you from it too.

“Come on, you can go outside, and I’ll bring out breakfast.”

Really?

“Yes, now go, and no splashing in the halls.”

Okay

Despite being able to communicate, it wasn’t like before. It was strange but it made sense, plants didn’t talk like humans, so why would his precious little flower. All the plants around him, he just understood their emotions well, and to him he always knew how to translate it, so the same applied with you, even if you weren’t fully aware of it. Although you weren’t mute, making a few noises to go along with what you were feeling on occasion.

Since you had matured a bit, Suho decided to take you out with him. He kept it minimal at first, introducing you to a handful of people, but eventually he started taking you along to be his plus one at extravagant parties. Even then, introducing you as a geneticist, no one really knew who you actually were.

You were surrounded by people with money, a lot of it, so they weren’t the type to keep up with anything relating to your field, they were just impressed by your intelligence, at first anyway. They probably wanted proof of your knowledge, but coming off as mute surely made them happy, easy to assume then you were just arm candy for Suho, which then gave all the girls the idea that he wasn’t taken. Of course you were none the wiser to those things, merely happy to be with Suho, wherever he was.

He didn’t see anything bad about it either, or pick up on the flirting he so clearly received. He was there to socialize and make some new friends, his profession demanded it. His work wasn’t a normal one, and no one really knew it either. The rumor was he was in the business of granting wishes, for a price, but not exactly what one would expect. It’s why he was always invited to those big gatherings, sometimes working and fulfilling a wish, while also getting new customers. To those around him, he was just a really good talker.

“Thank you for coming, it’s always a pleasure to have you.”

“Of course, and I believe everything worked out for you tonight?”

“Yes, and I have you to thank don’t I?”

“You would.”

“Then shall we discuss matters going forward in my office.”

“Lead the way.”

Suho took your hand and had you come along as you went up to the second floor. The party that evening had been in this gentlemen’s home, any access besides the first floor having been restricted throughout the event. You were a bit tired after everything, a little moreso than usual since you didn’t get as much sun as you should.

“Wait for me here Flower.”

You stayed in a little waiting area upstairs, looking around the room at all the art and beautiful designs. You stood by the window, staring out at the night sky, even though you loved the sun so much, you couldn’t really see it, just feel it, but it was nice to be able to gaze at the moon. When the door opened you jumped a bit and quickly turned around, you knew it wasn’t Suho, but smiled nonetheless. It was the lady of the house.

“Oh, you’re here.”

She walked over to a table that had a spread of alcoholic beverages. She poured herself a drink and offered you one, but you shook your head.

“Are you really mute?” You nodded. “So how does a girl like you end up with someone like Suho.”

The question caught you off guard, not just because you didn’t understand what the point of it was, but also because you didn’t know the literal answer. All you really remembered was opening your eyes, and moments later meeting Suho. You didn’t even know him that well, you just knew he was good and would look after you. While you were lost in thought you didn’t notice her rambling.

“You can’t even talk, then again I bet my husband would love that from me too. Actually, do you even know him? Or are you some hired foreigner? You’re not even that good looking to begin with, probably what he could find since this whole party was last minute too. What does that Suho even do? I’ve heard he can get you anything but how exactly does he… hey! Are you even listening?”

She stormed over to you and grabbed your arm, startling you out of your thoughts. You stared at her, a little frightened. She stared at you, a smug smile forming on her face.

“You’re not even who he says you are, just some dumb girl he probably found in some institution. You certainly don’t deserve to be anywhere near a man like him.”

She was upset, you could tell by the way her voice had gone up, but you didn’t understand why. You tried to get her to let go of you but her grip only got tighter.

“You need to show some respect! I didn’t just find some rich guy, I worked hard to be where I am! And you? Some low life, you shouldn’t be in my house!”

She was scaring you, and being so close you could smell much more alcohol on her. You tried to get away again only to be slapped. She let you go then, somewhat surprised by her own actions. You grabbed your cheeks, tears building up.

“Are you going to cry now? You pathetic little girl!”

She shoved you back and you crashed against the wall, knocking over a painting. You tried to get up, wanting to leave the room, but she just took offense to it. When you tried to run she threw the glass on the table at you, and it shattered when it hit your head. You collapsed to the floor, curled up.

Home. Home. HOME. HOME! HOME! PLEASE! Please…

“Get up or-”

She stopped midway when the door opened, Suho and her husband coming in. Suho ran to you, curled up and sobbing on the floor. You were still screaming, begging, to go home. He gently reached over to pet your head, assure you that everything was alright, then he felt the blood. Anger boiled inside him, he summoned a vine and wrapped it around her throat, hearing her struggle to breath.

“What the hell! Suho… Suho is that…”

“You humans are quite pathetic and shameless when you’re drunk. How unfortunate that your wife is no better, and fell from the balcony.”

“What are you-”

Suho had other vines open the balcony doors and then threw her out. The husband screamed and ran over to see. She wasn’t dead, yet.

“What the hell did you do! How did you even-”

“Go finish the job!”

“What?!”

“After all you got into a fight with her drunk self and choked her out before throwing her off the balcony. You’re still pissed aren’t you? Now go finish it!”

Suho didn’t even wait for him to leave the room, his attention back on you, sitting you up. You were still sobbing, arms wrapped around yourself, shaking just as bad as your first days of the change. He gently caressed your cheek, and held your head to heal the injury. You couldn’t even meet his eyes as you cried, still too freaked out. He didn’t say anything though, just pulled you close, and you held on tight.

“Sh, sh, it’s okay now… you’re okay… let’s get you home.”

He put you to sleep on the journey home, erasing the nights events from your mind. You were so happy and joyous, it blinded him to the reality of the world around him. It was a dangerous place, a cruel one, especially for his little Flower. That needed to change, he was working on it, but he would need help, your help. He didn’t want to dwell on that thought for too long, undressing and getting into bed with you. Even while asleep you knew he was close and snuggled against him for the night.

♥♥♥♥♥

Suho got up early in the morning, needing to check to make sure that last night went as he said. He let you sleep a bit more, asking the plants to keep an eye on you for the time being. He wasn’t gone for that long, but when he heard he could hear you in the midst of a giggling fit. Some vines were wrapped all around you, tickling you, even while you were half asleep.

“Ay, what are you up to now. She’ll surely pass out.”

He got into bed as they let go, although you kept laughing for a while, eyes shut with a big smile on your face. He didn’t want to see it fade so soon so he continued the tickle attack, only stopping until you asked. You leaned against him catching your breath, making a noise of content when the curtain was pulled back.

“How’s my little Flower this morning?”

Fuzzy

“Still sleepy then. You can sleep more outside, you need your morning sunlight.”

He wrapped you up in a blanket and carried you outside, laying you down somewhere that the sun hit nicely. You would still need to eat so he went off to prepare something, talking with the plants on his way.

“What was with the tickle fight?”

She woke up feeling worried and scared even if she didn’t know why. We just helped her focus on something else.

“Why would she feel like that?”

Did you already forget what you did?

“Huh?”

You made her like us, and she has your blood in her veins too. She’s connected to all of us, just like you. The memory of what happened last night may not be in her mind, but we all know, therefore she knows, always, deep down.

“Ah, you’re right, it’ll be harder to help her through things like that.”

Maybe don’t put her in those situations in the first place.

“I didn’t know that would happen.”

When you first started socializing with humans you didn’t take her. You left her at home with us. You could have continued but-

“I wanted her to see the world. I was traveling to wonderful places.”

You could have done all that when the only danger she’d face was a sunburn.

“I get it, I get it okay.”

Get rid of the humans, and then they’ll be no problem.

“I know, but you won’t like it.”

What?

“I need y/n for that part, and I know you’ve all grown attached to the little flower.”

Can’t… you have all that knowledge, why can’t you do it?

“I have it, but I don’t understand it like her. I’d have to study it myself first to make all the pieces fit together in my mind, and that could take a while but she’s already done it. So like I said, you’re not going to like it.”

How long?

“She studied for years, what do you think? Besides, I don’t want to mingle with humans for so long. They’ve always left a bad taste in my mouth, made it worse last night. The sooner they’re gone, the better, just like you said.”

But…

“Look I already know how to do this, it will only be for a while alright. After that I’ll get Flower back, okay?”

So… are you just going to kill y/n then?

“What? I… no… where’s Cupcake?”

With her, they’re also close with Flower. Although we are sure they still care for y/n.

“Yeah… I’m not going to hurt her, that was never the plan… this was never the plan actually… but I would have to change a lot in her mind first in order for everyone to be happy, and I don’t have that kinda time right now. So it’s one or the other for now, even when the change is complete.”

Fine, we’ll talk to Cupcake but let’s not do anything rash.

“I know, I want to make sure she’s alright before putting her to sleep for the time being.”

You were still sleeping when he went back out. He sat down next to you and gently woke you up, the smell of food helping you open your eyes. He fed you for the most part, making sure you had as much as you wanted. Despite his work he had you stay close to him that day. So it was the first time you got to be in his office. You liked the books he had although you couldn’t read them, they were just pretty.

“Flower, it’s late, we should be getting you ready for bed.”

“What?”

You ran out of his office, Suho remaining at his desk dumbfounded. After a moment he got up and out, knowing you wouldn’t really get far.

Suho she knows.

“Knows what?”

That she won’t wake up tomorrow.

“I…” He sighed. “I should have know she’d get a feeling about this. Where is she?”

Outside. Don’t be rude.

“I know.”

He stayed by the house for a while, seeing you out in the garden, hugging your knees to your chest, your sobs whispers in the wind. When he finally decided to approach he was slow, not wanting to scare you again. He sat down next to you, looking up at the moon.

Sorry

“You have nothing to apologize for Flower, this is something else.”

No more sun

“Just for a while. I know it doesn’t make sense to you right now, but it will, I promise.”

Promise

“Yes. Now come on, you’ll probably get sick out here.”

Suho picked you up and carried you back inside, a few of your tears staining his clothes. When he set you down on the bed you grabbed his hand, looking up at him, trying to make the tears stop.

“This isn’t goodbye Flower, I just need you to be safe.”

You hugged him tight, whimpering a bit. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head. He rocked you to the sides and lulled you to sleep. Once he was sure you were asleep he tucked you into bed.

“I have some paperwork to deal with, it might take me all night, look after her please.”

Will do.

He was for the most part prepared for what would happen when you woke up in the morning, or at least he thought. The amnesia was something he didn’t understand at first, and it worried him given that it could be permanent, or his Flower unintentionally doing something as well. But given that your memories slowly came back, he knew he just needed to be patient.

♥♥♥♥♥

You jumped awake, a bit of panic in the air. You stared down at yourself again, terrified, and when you had more clarity you jumped out of bed. You remembered the layout of the house now, you knew where to go, and you ran to your lab. When you got there some of the plants were trying to get you to slow down but you were in too much of a panic.

“Don’t touch me!”

You grabbed a scalpel and poked your finger to get some blood, putting it on a slide and getting it under the microscope. You were so scared for the results, and you didn’t want to believe them either.

“That’s not possible…”

“What’s not possible?”

You jumped when you heard Suho’s voice in the lab, stepping away from the microscope. You were a bit shaky, still freaked out over what you saw.

“The… my cells… are still mutating… despite… I don’t understand…”

“You’re a smart girl, you’ll figure it out?”

“What? I… I just changed my genome...and that of a plants… and added your blood to… your blood… you… your blood is it’s own living organism… and by changing both DNA sequences I created a perfect environment for it to grow and thrive… both sets would have rejected each other eventually if not for your blood and… it’s caused mutations on both ends so… so that death doesn’t occur.”

“That’s pretty great then isn’t it?”

“No! No it’s not! I… if the mutation continues… all my human cells… I won’t be human anymore… not even a little bit… how… how did I miss this? It should have been obvious from the start that your blood would cause mutations to my DNA in order to accommodate itself and not kill the host… how…” Then it dawned on you. “You… you knew from the beginning didn’t you! You knew this would happen and made sure I never realized!”

“It was your idea to use my blood.”

“Without knowledge of the mutation it was the logical choice! You knew that! You did this on purpose! I could have found another way!”

“What does it matter now? You did it.”

“Is this what you want? To completely destroy humanity? Even in the ones you save!”

“The ones I save? That’s cute.”

“I… no, no I can fix this. As long as the mutation isn’t complete I can fix this.”

You ran over to the fridge. You had two other vials of the serum, with them you could reverse its effects. You were scared and calm, but despite everything you weren’t in control. The plants grabbed you and pulled you away, restraining you, while Suho grabbed the vials.

“No, no, no, none of that darling. It’s very cute of you think I’d let you ruin such a masterpiece.”

“I don’t want this! Please, please just let me go. I’ll make more for you and tell you how but please, please, I don’t want this.”

“But I do. In fact, I’ve always needed you, just you.” Suho went over to the sink and emptied both vials. “And no one else.”

“NO! NO! NO! NO! What are you doing! It’s going to take me weeks! Months! To recreate that.”

“Who said I want that? Like I said, I don’t need anyone but you, and you’ve already done what I asked.”

“This is what you wanted?”

“Don’t you remember now? All the good times we’ve spent together? This whole world will be ours soon enough.”

“Were you ever going to kill me?”

“What?”

“You could have had me working on a way to wipe out humanity a long time ago… instead you had me create this serum… it’s a waste of time… and it’s only purpose was to change me… you were never going to kill me… were you? Not like everyone else…”

“Of course not, I needed you to-”

“Did it ever cross your mind? I thought I was just your means of escape…”

“It started that way at first… but I spent months in your head remember… I saw every memory, every emotion… you deserve better…”

“And is this, better?” You started screaming. “Is this how you show someone your love! That you care! Cause this isn’t it! You’ve kept me locked up here for months! Made me a witness to countless deaths I don’t even remember! Forced a smile on my face! You don’t love me… you just think you do… you don’t know anything… anything about… any-”

You felt your legs give out, but the plants held you up. Your head was on fire, and you felt like you were going to pass out. Suho grabbed your chin so you could look at him.

“We’ll talk about this later.”

“You’re… you’re just proving… my point…”

“It’s you who doesn’t understand… I’m saving you, from the day we’ve met that’s what I’ve done.”

“I don’t…”

You passed out, the plants letting you go so you collapsed into his arms. He held you tightly, petting your head, rocking you to the side.

“You’ll understand eventually… in time… I promise.”

After a while you snuggled against him, happily whining. You opened your eyes, the room around you a bit unfamiliar. You looked up at Suho, his smile bringing on to your face.

“There’s my little Flower.”

“Let’s get you some sun okay, we’re going out today.”

♥♥♥♥♥

You didn’t care much for how long it had been, or the trip, you just wanted to be with Suho. He wound up taking you to another person’s rather fancy house. You were okay, but for some reason you felt a bit uneasy.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Suho.”

“Likewise. I’m quite impressed. People don’t usually find me, I find them.”

“Well I am a persistent man, and I have an offer you can’t refuse.”

“That’s where you’re wrong I’m afraid, I can refuse. What you want is guaranteed, but it all depends on if you can give me what I want.”

“Of course, of course, shall we talk in my office.”

“After you. Flower, I’ll be a moment.”

You sat down and nodded, just happy to be close by. The house was nice, as was every place Suho took you too, but it was never as nice as home. A sorta house maid came in and greeted you, offering you some water. You happily took a glass, always finding water extremely refreshing and tasty. Although after a while you started feeling sick. You got, but that just made you dizzy.

Su… Suho…

There was a sudden pain in your chest and you found it hard to breath. You collapsed to the floor, seizing. Everything started to hurt, and you didn’t know why. The maid was suddenly in your field of view.

“It’s alright y/n, you’ll be fine in a few minutes.”

“Get off her!” You were barely conscious in Suho’s arms. “What did you do to her!”

“Let her go!” A gun was suddenly pointed at Suho. “Now!”

“You vile humans!”

A vine disarmed her and threw her across the room, Suho focused on more important matters. It wasn’t hard to figure out what had been done and that you were burning from the inside out. He rolled up his sleeve, knowing you’d need a blood transfusion, even if the effects wouldn’t last long. If you could scream you would, but you were caught up in the pain. Eventually it stopped hurting so much, but you barely had the strength to move.

Home…

“Yes, yes I know Flower, we’re going-”

Suho’s words were cut short as a bullet went through his shoulder. He fell forward with you in his arms. Vines suddenly covered up the wall where the gunshot had come from, but he was losing blood fast. As he tried to heal another gunshot, from inside the room, hit his chest, the maid. Suho was about read to choke her out when he was grabbed by another and pulled to his feet.

“Sehun?”

“Come on we have to go.”

“What are you… what about-”

“We don’t have time!”

“No! No we-”

Another gunshot, it missed but still very close. Suho couldn’t fight his brother and was dragged outside, still bleeding, his focus on you instead of healing himself. Although he could do nothing as he disappeared with his brother, far from you.

♥♥♥♥♥

You laid on the floor, vision a blur, your breathing uneven. You felt like you were dying, tears streaming down your face. Eventually someone put an oxygen mask on your face, and it brought you relief. You wished it was Suho, but of course it wasn’t, instead the lady who had poisoned you from the start.

“Just breath, breath and… what’s wrong… why isn’t it working?”

You felt worse, a new type of poison being fed to you. It was like you couldn’t breath anymore. The panic gave you strength and you shoved her away, getting the mask off and taking a deep breath. You didn’t know, she didn’t know, but your respiratory system didn’t work the way it used to, after all, you were barely human anymore.

You tried to crawl away, you just felt that if you could get outside you’d be alright, but that didn’t happen. It had all been planned long ago, and this wasn’t some random opportunity for Suho. Men in black stormed in and you were grabbed. You screamed in agony but that didn’t seem to be their biggest concern. You just wanted Suho but he was nowhere to be found.

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are you dumb? | q.a

summary: claire loves pocahontas, and it turns out quil might have a thing for her, too. pairing: quil ateara x anastasia connor (OC) (I’m really shitty at reader inserts and absolutely hate writing ‘y/n’ so yes, there’s an oc for this lil one-shot. Pls love her, shes a soft bean.) a/n: unedited, roughly 3k. circa 2010, making claire 7 and quil 21 :) if you dig this, maybe consider sharing or dropping a comment! hope ya’ll enjoy!

For a child, Disneyland is easily the happiest place on earth. It was truly exhilarating to see your favourite Disney characters come to life, to be able to interact with them, to experience their splendor. There were eight kingdoms inside the park, each revolving around a given slice of Disneyana. Fantasyland was obvious -- that one was for fairy tales, princes and princesses. Tomorrowland launches you into a more futuristic theme. New Orleans Square provides a more sophisticated feel, resembling that of the French Quarter, whereas popping over to Toon Town felt like you were stepping straight into a cartoon.

A family trip for five ultimately turned into pack gathering of ten. Emily was more than excited to bring her nieces to the magic kingdom, but falling into her third trimester three weeks prior to when their flight was to leave, she was saddened to say she wouldn’t be able to go. Naturally, Samuel gave no second thought to staying home with his wife, and so five turned into three, leaving Quil scrambling at the last minute to find someone to supervise two eight year olds with him. He couldn’t handle Claire and her sister alone, not with the pair of them constantly going out of their way to have his heart fall out of his ass.

They were little monsters.

Four days shy from departure, Quil had wrangled in each and every pack member with some bout of luck. Jacob had been the easiest; Renesmee had yet to leave the comfort of Washington, and Bella was more than willing to allow Jake to take her child out of the state for a week of adult-supervised fun. Truthfully, Quil knew that she complained to Jacob all the time about needing some quality time with Edward. Jacob never really thought much of it, given that they shared at least twelve hours a day to themselves.

When Kim caught wind of the trip, she all but begged Jared to go. Not wanting to endure six days alone with his girlfriend, two brothers and their tag-along ‘children’, he managed to convince Embry and Paul to come, too. Surely they could make the most of the trip with a little harmless betting.

And by then, it seemed pointless for the leftovers to even bother trying to evade the question. Seth nearly jumped up and down, unable to contain his excitement. Not much else was expected from the twenty year old, and Leah only came along because Seth promised to buy her mouse ears. None of them had ever stepped foot outside Washington themselves, not outside of their wolf forms, so they decided to view it as a family bonding experience.

Sometime a week later, Quil sunk himself deeper in the hoard of blankets that covered the entirety of his bed, unwilling to move from the plush comfort of the mattress. Their flight had been tiring and long, and his abnormally large frame was not designed for the seats provided in economy. No one was willing to argue about sleeping arrangements when they landed and made it to the hotel, and so everyone had been divided.

Claire, her sister and Renesmee were roomed with Leah and Kim; Jared hadn’t been thrilled about spending an entire week sharing a room with Paul, given that he snored and would be the culprit behind a messy bathroom, but at least Seth would be able to provide some comedic relief. This left Quil with Embry and Jacob -- both of whom had been awake for over an hour, and were tired of waiting on their third party to rise.

Frustrated and impatient, Jacob glanced over to the shared bathroom, and then the arrangement of glasses that were brought up during housekeeping. They definitely didn’t hold enough water in one, but with two he was certain he would have his friend up in no time.

“What are you doing?” Inquired Embry when Jake stood from his seat and padded past him; he was playing online poker, attention otherwise distracted whilst he waited for Quil to rise.

“Waking him up,” Jacob grunted, swiping two cups from the silver platter to fill with cold water from the bathroom faucet. He’s too damn lazy for his own good, Jacob thought.

Embry was yanked from his trance as a loud, high pitched screeching suddenly filled the confinements of their room. His earthy hues cut to Jake, who stood over their friend with a fuming expression.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Quil brought his voice down a few octaves, hand immediately moving to pinch his nose and squeeze his eyes shut. The bitterness of the water hadn’t been necessary, truthfully a simple smack to the forehead would’ve been enough. Five more minutes, please, just five more minutes ---

“Get up.”

His exhaustion began to trickle away from the edges of his foggy mind, slowly allowing him to gain more consciousness and awareness to his surroundings. “You’re worse than Claire.”

“Get up.”

There it was. That goddamn birthright. That stupid frequency to his tone that was unwavering, and final. It wasn’t that it dropped, or picked up more bass -- it was completely undetectable to the human ear, but both Embry and Quil flinched under its preeminence. There was no use in trying to fight it.

So Quil begrudgingly abandoned his sheets, shouldering past Jacob to pluck his towel off the back of a chair before retreating into the bathroom.

The whine of the water racing through the pipes broke the momentary silence. Jacob exhaled in defeat, collapsing backwards into his own bed with a hand threaded into his hair. He tried not to do that. He really did, but whenever his emotions elevated, it was hard to keep it at bay.

Twenty-five minutes later, the boys are dressed and pulling shoes on when a trio of fists slam into the other side of their door, pounding incessantly until Embry finally yanked it open. He revealed Claire and her sister, wide eyed and bushy tailed, in front of an equally excited Renesmee.

He let them run past him into the room, all three jumping onto the separate beds each of the boys occupied during the night, effectively ruining the sheets Jacob had just made.

“Where’s …” Embry trailed off, divot between his brows deepened as he took a step forward to peer into the hall; Leah and Kim were slowly making their way towards the open door, sporting tired eyes and coffee trays in hand. “You look rough.”

“Bite me,” barked Leah, shoving past his wide frame.

Kim, albeit sleepy and still falling over, offered him a warm smile and held up her tray, “Black. Just how you like it.”

None of their coffee orders changed over the years -- except Paul, who had come to the conclusion that caffeine fed his emotions negatively, and as a result ended up switching to tea, instead.

Embry took his coffee from the lot, dipping to press a swift kiss to the top of her head. “You’re the best,” he cheered, lifting the beverage to his nose. Yeah. Coffee was definitely what they needed to start their day.

“Has anyone heard from Jared?” Kim wondered, handing Quil and Jacob their respective drinks. “I tried knocking on the room an hour ago, no one answered.”

Jacob shook his head; typically, he wouldn’t have reason to worry, but they were in unfamiliar territory, and none of them knew what to expect. Quil slurped down his mocha, watching the gears in his best friend's head turn. He knew that look all too well.

“They’re fine, Jake,” he tried, but it was a futile effort.

His words were dismissed quickly before Jacob launched himself away from the window and towards the beds, shoulders tight with stress. “One of you are gonna end up hurting yourself, and then you can’t go on any of the rides.”

“Oh, c’mon!” Nessie whined, halting her movement entirely. “We’re supposed to be having fun.”

“Fun is in the park,” he reminded her, helping Claire’s sister, Cicily, down from the bed.

Claire hopped down, placing herself in front of Quil with an expectant look. “Quil.” Tiny hands moved to rest on her hips; she resembled Emily for a fleeting moment. “I want to go now. Please.”

At least she used her manners.

Claire was determined to visit all eight kingdoms. Originally, she didn’t have a preference on where in the park they started, but by the time lunch hour rolled around and they’d finally stopped for some ice cream, she was all but demanding they head over to Fantasyland next.

“Should we go back to check on the boys?” Kim called from somewhere behind the boys, kids perched on their shoulders as they carried them from Toon Town. “It’s been a couple hours, Jared hasn’t texted me yet.” Her concern was warranted; Jacob was fussing over their absence, too.

Quil looked sideways at Leah, who was quietly walking alongside him, licking her vanilla swirl cone. Apart from himself, she was the only one who hadn’t complained about the lack of rowdy and energy present -- he wondered if she was enjoying time away from Seth. This was a vacation of sorts, after all.

“They’ll catch up when they’re rea -- ow!” growled Quil, wincing as Claire’s fingers yanked hard on a fistful of hair. “Ease up, Clairebear!”

“Look!” She pointed to the general vicinity in front of them; there were hundreds of people, several rides and a handful of buildings -- what exactly was he supposed to be looking at? Quil didn’t even know. “Pocahontas!”

And before Quil could even reach up to help, she was attempting to crawl her way down the length of his towering frame to the safety of the ground. He could practically feel her excitement radiating off her in waves.

The Native princess was one that Claire was particularly fond of, and Quil speculated that was because she was the only princess who looked remotely close to his imprint and her sister. Just this past Halloween, she made a big fuss about going out with a one-armed dress and a blue necklace. Quil helped her pick the material, but had to get Jacob to weave it into a necklace and attach the pendant Quil found. His fingers were just too beefy to work with the string, and Jake had always been dexterous.

Claire ran out towards the crowd, sending Quil into an immediate bout of panic as he tried to race after her, momentarily losing her bobbing head in the sea of children and parents.

“Wow!”

He narrowed his eyes in on where Claire’s voice came from, landing eyes on her as she stood next to the young woman dressed up; her dress was tailored to fit her frame perfectly, almost like a second glove, looking like a real life replica of the princess he watched at least once a day for nearly a year. Her necklace, however, definitely wasn’t handmade.

The shifter waited nearby whilst she went on her thrilled tirade, bubbly voice drowning out the rest of the kids that stood close by and watched her in slight amazement. Sure, other little girls and boys were over the moon when they came across their favourite Disney character, but Claire?

Claire damn near fell over.

With tears in her eyes, she grabbed onto the woman’s hand and squeezed tightly. The cast member dropped down to her level, using her thumb to gently wipe the child's cheek, and then offered a dazzling smile.

“Woah, hey,” Quil stepped in with a nervous laugh, uneasy about how his imprint had gone into a full blown cry. “Whatsa matter, Clairebear?”

“I-I’m … just s-so … happy!” She managed between hiccups, swiping the back of her hand over her eyes to clear them -- a useless effort, the tears continued to fall. “You’re the prettiest princess I’ve ever seen!”

Pocahontas, or .. rather the woman playing her, was definitely taken off guard by the young girls passion. Truthfully, she picked this particular character due to her own personal ties to her own Native history. The longer she listened to Claire cry, the more aware she became that the child in front of her resembled much of herself as she grew up; suddenly, she understood her overwhelming emotions and dove into consoling her.

“Hey, now,” Ana was always good with kids. There was something about her that made them feel welcome, and safe. It was why she fought so hard to become a cast member to pay her way through school. Becoming an early childhood educator was a dream, one she was two years away from achieving. Ana gripped tightly onto the girls hand, touching her chin tenderly. “I’m so happy!”

“W-Why?”

Ana giggled, only aware of the man towering over them from the outline of his shadow, and continued, “Because you’re here, silly! Today’s the most special day!”

Claire’s large brown orbs gazed up at Ana for two heartbeats before her lips broke out into a wide smile. This kept the tears at bay for now.

“I’m sorry about this,” Quil huffed in a forced laugh, meeting the cast members eyes for the first time. Hazel, the green more vibrant with the sun shining in them, soft and kind. Taken off guard, he stumbled over his next words, “She’s uh … not usually this … emotional. You have really nice eyes.” He just had to get it out there.

Ana blinked, surveying his frame for any sign of insincerity prior to a light dust of colour rushing to her cheeks. “Thank you. And don't worry about it, I’ve had some kids throw up on me.”

His brows disappeared into his hairline, lip pulling upwards in the corner trying to imagine the pretty woman in front of him covered in chunks; definitely not the most appealing thought, or sight, but her indifference was slightly humorous to him.

“People just love you that much, huh?”

Playing along, she nodded matter-of-factly, “Yes, sir, they do.”

Claire, whilst only eight and naive, could see the way her princess swayed and leaned towards Quil; was she thrilled the attention had moved from her? No. But, Claire asked Quil all the time if he had a girlfriend, even pointed out pretty girls when they drove to the beach and asked if he thought they were pretty, too. Of course, he said yes to the majority, most of the time to appease her, but there was some truth behind it.

He’s had a handful over the last few years, though none ever seemed to last. Or want to, rather. Not being able to pull them into his real life was what hindered them the most. Most girls hated how withdrawn he could be, disliked his secrecy, some couldn’t stand his brothers -- one had even pointed out that he was more willing and eager to spend time with Claire, over themselves.

Guilty.

Spending time with Claire was pretty much all he did. With her in school now, they did see each other less; it didn’t bother him if he went a couple days with only a phone call. He mostly wanted to check in and make sure his favourite human bean was happy, and seldom ever turned down an opportunity to see her.

So, he babysat. A lot. And after a lot of discussion and consideration, Claire was encouraged to refer to Quil and his brothers as her ‘uncles’. It came naturally, which was no surprise to everyone.

Embry did ask if the imprint bond made things hard. Quil admitted that he wished every day he had imprinted on someone his own age like the rest, but now could not see his life without Claire present. With or without the bond, she was easily one of the coolest kids he’d ever met. She only recently learned how to ride her bike, and Quil was already excited to teach her how to drive.

The conversation progressed quickly; they shared tid-bits between each other, basics. She did snicker at his name, something he usually would’ve given her grief for but he decided that the way it rolled off her tongue made up for it. The pair didn’t realize the group had moved on, though Ana was suddenly very aware of the lingering eyes that waited patiently until she was finished.

“I’m done at seven,” she started, taking a step back to pull herself from his bubble, “And I’m gonna eat my bodyweight in soft serve. You wanna join me?”

Definitely. The shifter nodded quickly, pulling his phone out from his rear pocket to create a new contact; he took her number, promising to message her sometime after she was finished -- he wasn’t sure if the others would be upset with him, but if all else failed, he knew Embry would supervise Claire for him in his absence.

Claire was the one who might have the biggest problem, but it was a surprise when her eyes lit up and she clapped excitedly.

“You’re going to see the princess again?”

Quil wanted to laugh, but nodded instead. “I want to. If that’s cool with you? I can come back and stay for the movie night --”

“No!” Claire yelled quickly, abruptly cutting him off. “You have to go.”

He thought about her kind smile and patient eyes, two features he never would have paid mind to as a teen. But as he entered adulthood, Quil found himself appreciating little things he typically never did.

“I have to?”

“She’s a princess, are you dumb?”

#quil ateara #quil ateara imagine #quil ateara fic #embry call #jacob black #leah clearwater #jared cameron #seth clearwater #paul lahote #*#*q #hi ive literally written a hundred things for jacob and paul #and never anything for quil #hope this does him justice & ya'll don't h8 me

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glambitions-a · 4 years ago

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my greatest regret is the shattering of a heart not mine.

prompt: none! i made this moodboard for the idea of this and i’m writing about it now, try and stop me.

| “audrey,” harry tilts his head to the side, his expression unclear but he sees the motion. “my, uh, ex-girlfriend. i kissed mal in front of everybody and i didn’t break up with her yet.” he doesn’t give harry the chance to talk again before his mouth opens again with what seems like word-vomit. “she was my best friend, and i never said sorry. i just miss her i guess.” |

tags (open): @cherry-bxtch, @cosmosstarstudio, @go-sullivan

ben feels everything. his limbs are restrained against tough ropes and although none are touching his skin, it feels all too much. the air seems so thick and his anxious heart is speeding in his chest. what’s even worse is that he’s sure that the pirates keeping him captive are all too aware of his nervousness and can’t help but taunt him. and to make it worse, the boy with the hook (harry?) has nearly cut up his skin so many times ben has lost count. (six, it was six times that he could feel the cold metal of a hook on his flushed skin.)

uma has said so many times that if he even breathes wrong he’s as good as dead. so really, he’s stuck in place with praying that mal can get him out without giving uma the wand. it hurts him how her body is filled to the brim with anger, no room for sympathy. he watches her, and while he’s not very smooth about it, she likes being paid attention to, so it might just work in his favor.

not that he even wanted to go back to auradon, he couldn’t, not after everything that he had seen. everytime he closed his eyes he could see the innocent faces that watched him as he tried to be ‘bad’. his heart had broken so many times today, and mal giving his ring back was the least of it.

he wanted to help, but help seems to be eternities away. what he wants to do is promise uma that he’ll make sure all of those kids are safe. but he can’t, because he won’t break a promise, not another one.

uma had told him that the kids here don’t get anything, and the things that they do get is trash. you can’t grow most of anything on the isle with the pollution, and even the better looking trash gets picked off by adults or their street rats.

another thing that he’s super aware of is how cold it is. his heart is cold and they took his jacket and his hat and he’s shivering against the chilling air of the sea. now all he’s left with is a ripped white tee-shirt and cold, tight leather pants that make his legs prickle up because of how sensitive he is, how sensitive he’s always been.

it sends a pang to his heart thinking about hungry and shivering children huddled together by burning trash piles in allies, just waiting for bigger predator to come and hurt them.

about two hours after the took him, after it had gotten dark, uma had asked harry to tie his arms over his head, because he was getting too comfortable. harry had a blast doing that, and all ben could see was the glint of his hook and the blue of his eyes. his hands had turned wandering and even as ben’s eyelids were hooded with tiredness, he knew what was happening. or at least, what harry thought was happening. if it wasn’t so dark, they could see how flushed his face was.

he was scared, ben was the first to admit it. he just wanted to go home, he didn’t even care if mal came back. he apologized, but she had made it clear he really didn’t mean anything to her. he really had thought they were something, it felt like they were going to last, truly. (he should’ve seen it coming after she had to spell him to swell his affections)

he was barely a king, just shy of seventeen and the most unlike his father he could be. ben was gentle and sympathetic whereas his father ruled with an iron fist, and there were no second chances. none of the descendants of the villains deserved to be on the isle, ben knew that. but he doubted he’d be able to convince any of the council that all of them could get off. of course, uma doesn’t take that as an answer.

“yeah, bullshit.” is what she says as he tries to explain the long and tiresome process, and then she leaves him with harry again. uma doesn’t care what he has to say. she doesn’t care that she’s committing about twelve acts of treason right now, it’s refreshing almost, except for the fact that he’s probably going to die.

“beasty boy, get out of your head.” harry purrs, it’s almost calming, if you forget the shiny hook in his hand. “uma says it’s bedtime, we gotta find someplace for you to rest you pretty little head.” he pretends he doesn't hear it, but it doesn’t work, obviously.

he blushes, and his eyes find his way to the ground, “okay”. it’s soft and small, which matches exactly how he feels. he wishes he could melt into the wood that’s hard against his back, and his arms are beginning to ache with isn’t related but still on his mind. he tugs at the rope, and harry’s eyes crinkle with the smirk that is probably on his smug face.

“ah ah ah, i’m not untying you, princey. you're gonna have to sleep like that. but we can’t leave you out here. you’ve got a lotta’ people here that hate you, y’know.” he hates that he is starting to like harry’s voice, and he writes it off because it’s dark and he can’t hear the boisterous chatter of the pirates on deck, as they have retired to bed. uma wasn’t there, and it leaves ben to think that harry could literally kill him right now. he’s just lonely and scared. so harry’s lilting accent is a comfort, because he’s scared. (yeah, ben doesn’t understand either)

ben sighs, “i know.” he does know, he just gets so hopeful. it’s really quite stupid because he knows nothing is going to change except for the scenery. his father says it’s his greatest flaw, that he always has hope. only right now, he has lost hope, because he’d rather die than let uma hurt the people he loved in auradon. (how heroic, right?)

he thinks of audrey, and how she would be the first to tell him that she was right. (she had planned the vks arrival in the first place, but she had still not quite agreed with it. she had told him that villains can’t raise children, they needed extensive therapy before coming anywhere near auradon.)

he misses audrey, she would’ve never let him do this. he should have tried to keep in contact with his best friend, instead of keeping her out. the princess used to calm him down when ben would get anxious, but now he’s all alone. he can tell that once mal officially breaks up with him, her friends will follow.

“when i said get out of your head, i fuckin’ meant it.” he takes ben’s chin in his fingers, the notion is supposed to be sweet in an ideal world. ben has come to learn that this is not an ideal world. “you’re pretty, but not pretty enough that i won’t mark that skin of yours up.” he flinches against the hold, but harry doesn’t budge.

ben blushes at the pretty, especially the way he says it is more then mal ever has. he undoes the ropes holding his waist, knees, and chest before harry roughly takes him by his tied hands. “time to go below deck, hopefully this is the only time you’ll get to see it.” he pauses, and the hook is cold against his cheek. “before uma throws you to the fishies.”

ben nods sheepishly, “okay.” harry laughs before they start to move, and he tries to be so very careful not to fall. he’s shivering as he moves, praying that it’ll be just a little warmer inside of the ship. he knows better than to hope for that at least.

it’s a minute or so before they arrive at a dark door, with the moonlight streaming in from the circular window only highlighting the knob. harry slides a key in the lock, holding onto ben’s hands with his hook. the click is satisfying, but it sends a pang of nervousness to his chest.

harry pushes him in, and he stumbles. “stay here, i’m locking the door but i’ll be back with a blanket or something to keep you warm.” he motions to the rickety cot looking bed strewn in the room. the mattress looked filthy, but it was something. “not very comfortable, but only the best for his highness.” he does his best not to correct him, because harry won’t care.

ben nods and sits down on the bed, hands still tied. harry’s right, it isn’t comfortable. but it’s something at least, he could have had worse. he’s grateful for being alive for this long, but he wishes he could apologize to everyone in auradon for failing as a king, and apologizing to some (one) for failing as a best friend.

he curls against himself on the mattress, and he mentally praises himself for not worrying about the bugs that may be crawling beneath it. ben is a king, but most of the time he still signs things as ‘prince benjamin’. he says it’s just because he forgets, but he hates being king most of the time. it’s his responsibility though, so he will push through it.

ben is pulled rapidly out of his thoughts when he hears the floors creaking. the clink of a key chain soon follows with the click of the door as it creaks open. his eyes blink at the light streaming in from the window, as his room has none. harry clears his throat, “were you sleepin’ already, princey? you sure you need the blanket after all?”

he knows harry expects an answer, so he says, “no, just thinking.” harry makes little ‘hm’ sound that really doesn’t suit him at all. if it wasn’t dark and he wasn’t being held hostage by these people, ben would probably think it was cute. the footsteps return slowly, as harry comes closer to him with a bundle of what ben assumes is the blanket in his arms.

what he doesn’t assume is that harry places the blanket in his arms carefully as he squats down in front of him. his elbows were perched upon his knees, ben tries not to notice his pretty blue eyes and how they shine in the faint light. “thinkin’ ‘bout what?” he blinks, and suddenly his head clears of everything except for the name of a pink princess.

“audrey,” harry tilts his head to the side, his expression unclear but he sees the motion. “my, uh, ex-girlfriend. i kissed mal in front of everybody and i didn’t break up with her yet.” he doesn’t give harry the chance to talk again before his mouth opens again with what seems like word-vomit. “she was my best friend, and i never said sorry. i just miss her i guess.”

“was she pretty?” ben’s jaw would’ve dropped on a normal day.

“uhm, y-yes. yeah she was- is. she is pretty, really pretty.” harry makes an ‘ah’ sound before he stands up, it sounds like he’s brushing off his thighs.

“if i’m not going to get to hook you tomorrow, i’d ask if i could meet her. maybe if you ask nicely she won’t end up with the rest of your friends. i bet her and uma would get along.” ben inhales sharply, it’s shaky but sudden.

“please harry, please don’t hurt her.” his voice is pathetic, but if he really does end up dying, and everything goes to shit. all he needs to know is that the one person who did anything or everything for him, would be safe.

harry chuckles softly, “mm, okay pretty boy. one pretty princess audrey off of the kill list.” and then he’s at the door, the light shining on his face. he yawns, “goodnight, princey.” anxiety stirs in his stomach as he swallows in time with the click of the lock.

ʚĭɞ | if you want to be on my taglist, all you have to do is like this post. it was so difficult to write this without accidentally multi shipping ben with literally everyone wtf... bal shippers that write during d2,,, i,,, respect u. this isn’t a benry fic but i will not lie to u and say ben doesn’t find harry attractive. - rory

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fandom-imagines · 5 years ago

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I’d Let You Bite Me Anyday

Chapter One

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Namjoon (RM) X Reader

Words: 1957

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The day seemed pretty normal to begin with. Wake up at six, shower, go to work. It was the journey home when everything began. I was on the train, gazing out of the window when I saw it. A man, probably around 5’8, was…eating a young woman? The gasps of those on the train were what made me realise that it was real, that he was actually eating that woman. People began to dash from the train as soon as possible, rushing home to their families whereas others favoured to stay on the train for safety. Well, it was safe until someone began screaming from the carriage beside me. Looking towards the noise, I saw another fight breaking out. A group of people were trying to pull a woman off a young girl, only to be bitten causing more screams. Shutting my eyes, I quickly left the train which had just arrived at my stop, thank god.

Pulling my hood up to defend myself from the rain, I hung my head. My eyes darted around the streets which were virtually empty except for a few people running home, panic in their eyes. Unsure of how I managed to remain so calm, I entered my flat, locking the door behind me. Sighing, I pull my soaked hood from my head, stripping myself from my coat so I’m not wet. I quickly grabbed my leather jacket from the back of my couch, slipping it over my shoulders before zipping it halfway up. I was currently wearing some black jeans, a white t-shirt and, now, a black leather jacket with a choker wrapped around my neck.

Glancing out the window, I saw utter chaos. Screams were echoing through the streets as a family ran down the street followed by a bunch of decomposing undead? My eyes flickered to the ground for a moment, finally registering what was happening as I shut the curtains so that I was unable to see anything happening outside. Turning back to my flat, I headed to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of water from the side.

Hey, I might be dead in a few hours, may as well die hydrated.

Banging from my door was what made me place to bottle down. Startled, I rushed into my bedroom, grabbing my pistol from beneath my bed, making sure it was loaded before heading back out towards the door. I carefully peaked through the peephole, seeing a young man looking at the door handle. I hesitated for a moment, eyes widening when he looked up at the peephole to reveal a missing eye and had a half decomposed face. Before I knew it, the outside of my door was crowded with the undead, the banging on my door becoming louder and louder.

“Shit,” I muttered, rushing towards my open window.

Glancing behind me, I turned to the first-floor window, ready to leap out of it only to have the glass shatter to reveal one of those things. The girl, or what used to be the girl, leaped onto me, mouth moving closer and closer to my face as I kicked its torso as hard as I can to try get it away from me. I kicked it one final time before grabbing my gun. I quickly shot her in the head, flinching slightly as I did so, the body falling on top of me as blood began to cover me. As soon as I shoved the body off of me, the door burst down revealing a huge group of those things. I let out a huge breath I wasn’t aware I was holding before lowering myself out of my window, landing safely on the ground, gun still in hand. Most of the walkers had left the street, now residing inside my flat meaning I was able to run down the street, gun in hand ready to shoot anything that came near me – anything inhumane.

The only thing I could hear was my panting as I finally reached a stop nearby a seemingly abandoned house. It looked like any other house on the streets: red bricks, closed curtains yet an open window, a white door with a gold handle and a circle window at the top where I assumed was an attic. Glancing behind me on the look out for any people of any sort, before making my way up to the front porch, opening to door and letting myself in.

The inside of the house was ransacked. Cupboard flung open, drawers hanging down, some on the floor and empty packets covering the floor. The couches had been overturned and the television was shattered. The only thing that remained intact was a photo frame on the cabinet besides the couch.

I made my way towards the photo frame, picking it up to analyse the picture. It featured two boys, both having dark hair and they were hugging, huge smiles on their faces.

I heard the clicking of a gun behind me making me place the photo back on the cabinet, not bothering to even turn around.

“Who are you?” A deep voice asked me as I raised my hands in surrender before turning around.

“Who are you?” I mimicked.

“I asked first,” he said, gun pointed at my face.

“What are we twelve?” I asked, quickly grabbing the gun, pulling it downwards and gripping his wrist tightly with my spare hand, forcing him to drop the gun. I immediately pointed at him, placing my finger on the trigger signalling I was ready to shoot. This time he was the one to raise his hands in the air.

“I’ll ask you again, who are you?” I asked, unmoving as I stared into his eyes.

“Kim Taehyung, this is my house,” he nodded which I returned, not lowering the gun. “if I ask your name will you shoot me?” He asked, nodding towards the gun which I slowly lowered, removing my finger from the trigger of the silver gun.

“Y/N, Y/F/N.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair, placing the gun in the back pocket of my jeans, not wanting to give him it just yet. “Your house isn’t exactly a safe place right now, is it?”

Taehyung looked around the mess of a house before shaking his head.

“No, people came in here, so we rushed upstairs to the attic and forced the door shut. Then we heard you and knew you were alone, so I came down to see what you were doing,” Taehyung informed me at which I gave him a short nod.

“We?” I asked, my eyes darting back to the photo.

I now knew that one of the boys in the photo was Taehyung but I was unsure who the other one was. Probably the guy he’s currently with in the attic.

“Jungkook, he’s my best friend. The guy in the photo.” Taehyung answered, running his fingers down the photo. “This was taken a few days ago, right before all this mess.” He continued, pointing towards the door where we both knew horror was currently taking place.

“Is he in the attic?”

Taehyung gave me a firm nod as we continued our eye contact in utter silence. Unfortunately, the silence was broken by a loud banging on the front door which was soon broken down.

“Not again,” I groaned, quickly tossing Taehyung his gun and grabbing my own, beginning to shoot alongside him.

“Upstairs, quick!” He yelled, shifting his gaze towards the stairs behind us, still shooting.

The two of us raced upstairs, climbing the ladders to the attic, trying our best to fight off the monsters that were chasing us. As soon as I reached the attic and climbed in, I saw Taehyung being pulled back down by the walkers. Panicked, I shot my gun a few times, doing my best to miss Taehyung before holding out my hand to pull him up into the attic as he kicked and screamed. I pulled him up with ease, quickly shutting the door behind us as he landed on top of me, our eyes meeting.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, “I owe you.”

“Don’t mention it,” I whispered, hearing a cough behind us.

Taehyung, or maybe I should I call him Tae, lifted himself off of me, not breaking eye contact until I did. I looked behind me to see a tall, brown haired boy, probably early twenties. He looked awkward, fiddling with the sleeve of his black t-shirt.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asked quietly, finally looking up from his sleeves to look at us.

“Not at all,” I said, forcing a smile.

“This is Y/N,” Taehyung said, signalling towards me.

“Hey,” I greeted, “you’re Jungkook, right?” I questioned, despite already knowing from the photo, he simply nodded, “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too,” he shrugged, avoiding eye contact with me, leaving me confused.

I watched as Tae walked over to one of the bean bags, sitting down on one of seven bean bags on the ground. Each of them were different colours, ranging from green to black. Somehow it was still pretty to look at. Jungkook followed him, sitting down on the bag beside him, patting another signalling me to sit. I did so, looking around the room.

The walls were covered in white paint and wooden flooring lay beneath us. In front of the bean bags was a huge television with a few consoles lying in front of a beech coffee table. A single game lay on the table.

Overwatch.

Fun game to be honest.

The walls were decorated with fairy lights which, I assumed, would light up different colours.

It was quite an aesthetic room.

I looked back up at the boys beside me, Taehyung already looking at me.

I tilted my head, confused at what he was doing. We maintained eye contact for a while, before I spoke, breaking the silence.

“Have I got something on my face?” I asked cautiously.

“No, but you’re covered in blood.” He stated, looking down at my clothes.

“Oh,” I whispered, following his gaze.

I had completely forgotten about the earlier incident, being more focused on the two here with me. I did want to make sure that they weren’t a threat in anyway. Considering I had just met these men, they were too kind to me. Then again, I had saved Taehyungs life despite only just meeting him, but that was just the right thing to do. Jungkook and Taehyung did seem to not have any bad intentions, you never know though.

Not until it’s too late…

“Do you need a change of clothes?” Jungkook asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Uhh, yes please. If that’s okay?” I said awkwardly, looking towards him to see a blush on his cheeks.

He stood up, walking towards a closet which I hadn’t noticed.

Well, it is in the corner, Y/N.

He pulled out a pair of jeans and another white t-shirt, similar to the one I was wearing previously. He handed me the clothes, eyes widening as I immediately pulled off my shirt, ignoring them.

“You just change in front of us?!” Taehyung asked, shocked.

“The worlds ending, boys. Why should I care who sees me in a bra?” I smirked, amused at their embarrassed faces as I pulled on the pair of jeans that barely fit me before throwing my leather jacket over it which had somehow survived being covered in blood.

“That is…” Taehyung began,

“A valid point.” Jungkook finished, causing me to chuckle.

“Of course,” I winked, sitting back down on the green bean bag beneath me.

We engaged in light chatter for what seemed like hours before a loud, rapid knocking came from the door to the attic.

Someone is there…

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k-llama-llama · 6 years ago

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The Visit

Monsta X AU: 8th member

Zoey x Monsta X

25 Days of Zoey: Day 9

Zoey’s family pays a visit for her first Christmas with Monsta X, and things start to make sense. (takes place right after ‘First Christmas’

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Wonho took Zoey’s coat as they stepped through the door of the apartment.

“I’m sorry my family is so weird.” He said with a laugh.

“Are you kidding?” She beamed, spinning around. “That was honestly the best. I’ve never had that much fun at a meal, ever!”

“What about every time you eat with us?” Minhyuk demanded, stepping out of the kitchen.

Zoey laughed loudly, in way too good of a mode to even pick up on sarcasm. “I love every meal with you guys. Trust me, this has been the best day ever.”

She pulled off her boots, taking off at a run and sock sliding into the living room. She landed right behind Shownu’s spot on the couch, wrapping her arms around him to catch herself.

He barely flinched, just reached up to grab her hands. “And how are you?”

“I’m perfect!” She exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek.

“Apparently.” Hyungwon laughed. “Where’s my love?”

“Right here!” Zoey wrapped her arms around his head and kissed the top of his hair. “Did you guys have a good time with your families?”

“We had a great time, Zo.” He reassured her. “And clearly you did too.”

“I did!” Her smile was so wide it stretched from ear to ear. “I’m going to go put on sweatpants.” She declared.

“I still don’t know why you wore such nice clothes.” Wonho asked, stepping into the living room.

“Because I wanted your family to like me.” She said genuinely, skipping off towards the bedrooms.

Jooheon snorted the second she was gone. “Clearly she had a good time.”

“You should have seen her.” Wonho smiled. “My mom was ready to write her into the will.”

“Thats Zo for you.” Kihyun mused.

Changkyun emerged from the bedroom. “Anyone want to tell me why Zoey just slid on her sock-feet down the hall and into the bedroom door?”

“She’s happy?” Shownu offered. “Just leave her be.”

“She was laughing, so I assumed it was either too late to help or she was fine.” Changkyun picked up one of the cookies left on his plate from that morning. “These are still delicious.”

“Mine are all gone.” Jooheon complained. “I had to share them with my family.”

“I’ll make you more, Heonnie!” Zoey promised, returning from the bedroom in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. She had a pack of makeup wipes in her hand, and she sat herself between Hyungwon’s feet and started removing her makeup. The older boy took his cue and leaned forward, starting to unbraid her hair.

A knock sounded at the door.

“I’ll get it.” Wonho offered.

“Who are we missing?” Kihyun looked around. “Are we expecting anyone else?”

“I didn’t think so.” Shownu looked curiously towards the door. “I’m not sure who it is.”

They heard the door open, and Wonho cheerfully greet whoever was on the other side.

“Is So-Young here?”

Zoey felt her blood run cold.

“So-Young?” Minhyuk said with a laugh. “Who calls you So-Young?”

“My parents.” She breathed, scrambling to her feet.

She turned as Wonho led her parents into the living room. All of the boys leapt to their feet and bowed politely, Zoey doing so out of reflex.

Both of her parents were small and slight in stature, though that was where the resemblance ended. Her father was a very round man, with a large face, whereas her mother was thin like a reed, with sharp features. Zoey was slim, certainly, but all of the boys could see instantly that her features had more of a softness to them.

“Eomma, Appa.” Zoey forced a smile. “What are you doing here?”

Her mother gave a small smile. “We needed to speak with you, and we were in town for business.”

“Since when?”

“Since last Tuesday, I believe.” Her mother answered.

Zoey swallowed and kept the smile plastered on her face. “You’ve been in town for over a week, and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“We were very busy, So-Young. We barely made this time in our schedule as it is.” Her father said sternly.

Zoey nodded. “Sure. Okay, what did you want to talk about?”

Her mother cast a look at the other people in the room. “Is there somewhere more private where we could speak?”

Zoey sighed, it not escaping her notice that her mom hadn’t even asked to meet the boys. “Sure, we’ll go to the bedroom.”

She pushed her way past Hyungwon, leading her parents down the hall and out of view.

The second the door closed behind them, the boys all turned to each other. “What just happened?”

Zoey turned with her back to the door, facing her parents. They were both casting doubtful glances around the crowded bedroom.

“This is where you sleep?” Her mother said in a shocked tone.

“Yes, Eomma. My bunk is right there.” She pointed to her space, resisting the urge to hide the yellow bear, and the silly Photo Booth pictures she had taped to the wall. Her instincts screamed at her to protect them.

Be civil. She reminded herself.

“Merry Christmas! It’s too bad that we weren’t able to go out for dinner or something.”

“Yes, Merry Christmas.” Her mother said absentmindedly.

“We really don’t have time for this.” Her father checked his watch.

“Don’t have time? What-”

“So-Young,” Her father interrupted. “We just needed the code for the safe in your closet.”

Zoey shook her head. “The code? For the safe? Why?”

“There isn’t anything in it, is there?” Her mother asked.

“In the safe in my bedroom? No, it’s empty. But why do you need the code?”

“Because,” Her mother explained. “We’re going to be renting out the room, and offering use of the safe does up the value.”

Zoey leaned against the door for support. “You’re renting out my bedroom?”

“Yes.” Her father said simply. “Since you’re living here now, the room shouldn’t just stay empty.”

“But what about when I come to visit? What about my stuff?” Zoey asked incredulously.

“We’ve moved all of your stuff to the basement, don’t worry.” Her mother said as if that was any sort of reassurance. “And well...” She looked to her husband.

“We don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come visit.”

“You’re kicking me out?” Zoey demanded. “Why?”

“We aren’t kicking you out, So-Young. Don’t be so dramatic.” Her mother snapped. “But it won’t look good if our daughter is always coming and going.”

“It won’t look good if your daughter never visits! And why can’t you just tell people why? Tell them I’m living in Seoul because I’m in a group?” Zoey asked desperately.

“So-Young,” Her mother said in what she seemed to think would be a kindly tone. “It doesn’t look good that you didn’t go to university. Once this group achieves something, then we may start to tell people. But it just doesn’t look good for your father at work if his only child didn’t attend school.”

Zoey bit her lip and nodded. “Six, Five, Nine, Three.”

“What?”

“That’s the code for the safe. Six, five, nine, three. Is there anything else we need to talk about?”

Her mother seemed taken aback. “No, that was everything.”

“Good.” Zoey said stubbornly. “And don’t worry about the stuff in the basement. I have everything I need here.”

“We really do not have time for this.” Her father said. “The train leaves in an hour.”

“I’ll see you out.” Zoey said cordially.

They walked down the hall, past the curious eyes of the boys, and Zoey held open the front door for them.

“It was nice to see you, So-Young.” Her mother offered.

“Merry Christmas.” Zoey closed the door behind them.

“Did they not want to stay and talk?” Kihyun asked curiously. “I would have liked to meet them.”

“Oh no.” Zoey said sarcastically. “They couldn’t find time in their busy schedule.”

“Zo?” Changkyun asked nervously.

“Yes?” She said sharply.

“What did they want then?” Jooheon asked.

Zoey forced a smile onto her face. “They just wanted to let me know that they were renting out my room, so I should just stay in Seoul until I’m not an embarrassment to the family.”

You could hear a pin drop.

And then Zoey broke down in tears.

“No, no, no!” Wonho rushed forward, wrapping his arms around her before she could collapse to the floor. “I’m sure that’s not what they meant.”

“That is what they meant, Hoseok.” She wept.

“No, Z, it isn’t.” Kihyun knelt next to them, rubbing her back gently. “They’re your parents, of course they love you. They just...have a strange way of showing it?” Even he was struggling to spin what had just happened in a positive light.

Zoey didn’t register any of his words.

“Why don’t they want me?” Her voice cracked.

“C’mere.” Wonho gathered her up and led her over to the couch, the boys following closely behind. He sat next to her on the couch, gently smoothing out her hair. “Zoey, it’s going to be okay.”

“How?” She demanded. “I’m basically an orphan. My parents are so embarrassed about my existence that they’d rather it seem like I never existed then tell people I’m a rapper.”

“Then they’re idiots.” Changkyun spat out. “That’s their own problem.”

“Your the coolest, Z.” Jooheon promised. “If they can’t see that than it’s their loss.”

She sat up, giving them a sad smile. “Guys, I love you for trying to make this better. But you can’t. My own family doesn’t give a shit about me. And it sucks that I keep getting surprised by that.”

Shownu knelt in front of her, brushing some of her tears off of her cheeks. “What family?” He demanded. “Because your family is right here. And trust me, we definitely give a shit.”

“We give two shits!” Minhyuk offered. “So we’re twice as good.”

Hyungwon kissed the top of her head. “We don’t need them, Zo. We’re your family, now and forever.”

She nodded sadly. “Okay.”

“Besides,” Wonho rubbed her arm. “I thought we established this months ago. I adopted you! Which means really you were cheating on my family with those imposters.”

She snorted.

Kihyun felt like they were making progress. “Stupid way to end an awesome Christmas. But next year we’ll make it better.”

“We could egg their house.” Changykun offered.

“Might as well.” Zoey shook her head. “They rented out my room, so I don’t even live there any more.”

Shownu resisted the urge to swear. “Idiots.”

A knock sounded on the door.

“I’ll get it.” Shownu stood, brushing back some of her hair as she leaned into Wonho’s side.

He opened the door, finding Zoey’s parents once again standing in front of him.

“Can I help you?” He demanded.

“Is So-Young still here?” Her mother asked.

“Why?” Shownu asked.

“We need her to tell us the safe combination again.” Her father explained. “And we have a taxi waiting, so can we hurry this up.”

Shownu gave him the closest thing to a death glare that he could. “She’ll text it to you.”

He closed the door in their faces.

“Do you want to go to bed, Z?” Wonho was asking when he returned to the room.

She nodded. “I’m done with today.”

“Me too!” Minhyuk exclaimed. “I need to diet tomorrow. I ate so much food.”

“I thought you were getting a little chubby.” Zoey said weakly.

“Yah! Go to sleep if you’re going to be so mean!”

“I will.”

She stood, making her way to the bedroom. She didn’t feel good, but she felt better. And that was going to have to be enough.

She scrawled straight into Wonho’s bunk.

He entered the room a minute later. “You know that’s my bed, right?”

“Just give me hug.” She rolled closer to the wall so he could fit.

The lights flicked off and he climbed into bed. His arms immediately went around her, pulling her close to that their foreheads were touching.

“You know we were serious, right?” He whispered. “We’re family. We don’t need anyone else.”

And though Zoey knew he was only saying it for her sake, she still smiled and kissed his nose. “Love you, Oppa.”

“Love you too.” He held her close. “You know, as far as little sisters go, you’re definitely not the worst I could’ve gotten.”

She smiled at his attempt at a joke. “And you guys are easily the best brothers I could’ve ever had.”

“Good. And don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Merry Christmas, Zo.”

“Merry Christmas.”

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my-love-peterp · 5 years ago

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Mistaken Chapter Six

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Word Count: 2721 (this actually comprises chapters 7 and 8 on Ao3)

THERE ARE NO ENDGAME SPOILERS, THIS IS A DELAYED UPLOAD FROM AO3

Fic Summary: Peter Parker has been given the responsibility of bringing in a new recruit. Now, as an adult, he realizes that none of the trashy YA novels he read in high school could have prepared him for this. There was a storm on the horizon, and all they could do from the Tower is watch.

Chapter Summary: it... it is a thing. Good luck friends lol

Warnings: smut and language and that’s probably it. mentions of death and gun violence probably, it’s been a while since I wrote this

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

We sat, assessing one another and picking at our plates of food, more for something to do with our hands, as opposed to nothing at all. In those moments I could just read in his body language the fact that he had put two and two together and remembered why I looked so familiar. He had been responsible for training my sister when she failed on missions, whereas I had never had to face the wrath of the Winter Soldier and his handlers. For a year or so after we escaped, my sister and I saw his face in every passing stranger, terrified Hydra was coming back to reclaim us.

Because to Hydra, we weren’t members of a team, as they had initially led my sister and I to believe. We were their property, attack dogs trained to be set loose every once in a while. Caged, every other time. I let my fork clatter to the table before folding my fingers underneath my chin to support my head as I stared at the man across from me.

Barnes followed suit, pushing his plate away and leaning back in his chair. His ice blue eyes flashed to mine before he took a sharp breath in and out and then spoke for the first time since he’d walked through my door just under an hour ago.

“So, were you sent here to bring me in? Wanda doesn’t seem to think so but I’ve known Hydra for a few more decades than she has, so I’m warier.” Simple and to the point. Disciplined even, to any onlookers there might have been. But, as a fellow survivor of Hydra saw all his tells, the brightness of his eyes, the clenched teeth and slightly hunched shoulders. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he wasn’t fully seated either, prepared to spring up at any moment, despite his look of nonchalance.

“You should trust Wanda more. No, soldat, I didn’t come to bring you in. You know,” I said, chuckling drily, “I thought this conversation was going to happen years ago but in reverse. Did no one from Hydra come looking for us? Before they went under? Or were Nadia and I just new playthings for you and yours?” I asked, ice coating my harsh tone.

Bucky flinched at my use of Russian and again at the name of my sister. So he did remember us. Somehow, that didn’t make me feel any better about his presence here.

“Our superiors were… rather distracted by certain developments and felt that you all would return to your homes. I guess their arrogance finally got the better of them in that regard. And then, with the new threat of Thor, Steve and Tony and the convergence of the Avengers on the world scale, they more than likely shoved your files deep down. Though I’d imagine your recent resurfacing has been noted by rogue Hydra factions that are still operating around the globe.”

A solid enough explanation for why no one had come for Nadia and I. Another thing I had to thank the Avengers for, I supposed. “So, what happens now? Wanda has seen all she needed to see to support me. Where will the others fall in line?”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, leaning forward so his elbows rested on the table. “Steve believes Wanda and is willing to work with you. Same goes for Natasha and Clint and the Maximoffs. Tony… well, he may get over this sooner than he did before but I wouldn’t count on it. We still haven’t figured our shit out, though I was the one who killed his parents in person. But I didn’t do it in my right mind. That’s the difference between the two of us I suppose.”

I laughed, darkly at first before it rapidly became hysterical, but I managed to keep a handle on the powers inside of me. “You really think I was in my right mind Barnes? After years of the torture and abuse I suffered at the hands of my parents to then be rescued and groomed by an evil organization when I was barely twelve? Not even close. But by the time I realized what Hydra really was, it was too late. They weren’t letting us go, not without exacting a terrible price.”

Barnes sighed and looked back at me, eyes softening almost imperceptibly. “You did come here willingly. And you show no ill intent, despite your obvious penchant for self-destructive tendencies.” I couldn’t exactly disagree. “I think you’ll find that you’ll fit right in with this merry little band of superpowered misfits. We’re all a little broken here.”

Nodding, I pushed back my chair and stood up, grabbing my plate to dump its contents into the trash can when Barnes spoke again. “You’re not on lockdown anymore. I would advise against leaving the Tower, but this is your home now. Not a prison. And we’d like for you to treat it that way. Just… maybe avoid tony for a little while.”

Yeah, easy enough when you live a few doors away from the guy. But, Barnes did have a point. He stood and moved to the door and wished me goodnight before slipping through the door without a backward glance.

I tossed and turned that night, but not due to overwhelming nightmares, which was a welcome change of pace. No, my skin itched and my brain raced, looking for something to hold on to, looking for any sort of distraction. My body begged me to take action, to do something. After days of being laid up, even just a simple jog sounded like it would hit the spot for my restless limbs.

I gave in at around two in the morning, throwing on my leggings, slick work out short and tennis shoes before pulling my hair back. Then I was out the door and down to the rec level of the Tower, which was like a carnival for enhanced people.

For the first hour, I thought I was alone as I ran a few miles, lifted so small-ish weights and completed over a hundred sit-ups, which isn’t a lot, but it wasn’t half bad for a warm up. It wasn’t until I was shadow boxing that I realized I wasn’t alone. I felt a rapturous presence behind me and to the left. So I spun quickly and jabbed at the face of the intruder, only to punch… two feet?

“Hey, don’t you know it’s rude to touch someone else’s feet without consent. Could sue you for harassing me, you know.”

Parker. Spidey, it seemed, had decided to literally hang out behind me, upside down, suspended from the ceiling. “What do you want Buggy?” I asked as if nothing had transpired between us over the past few, very eventful dates.

“Sometimes I just hang around here at night. Calms me down, plus the ceilings are high enough that I can practice some more… out of the box acrobatics without embarrassing myself and ending up on the front page of the Daily Bugle again. You know how they are.” I did actually. Their constant tirade against Spider-Man was one of the few things that actually made me laugh out loud.

But I totally understood the need for peace and quiet and to kind of get rid of the riff-raff. So I smiled brightly and asked Buggy if he could show me how exactly he managed to get that tensile strength in the material he used for his webs.

To say Peter was like a toddler around science would be an understatement. But it made us both happy. So we went, the past firmly behind us.

Peter and I spent the rest of the night in the labs. Mostly, it was just Peter demonstrating how each of his projects worked, like the changes he was making to his web formula and improvements he was making to his suit to change the way he could interface with his A.I. Karen.

Sometime later, as the sun was sluggishly rising, FRIDAY gently (for an AI) reminded Peter and me that now would be the only time to shower, eat and dress before training commenced for the day. At the reminder, Peter simply grimaced, and I returned the expression. What was waiting for me down on the common floor couldn’t possibly be good. Peter pushed down the sleeves of his sweatshirt nervously and gestured for me to follow him as he stepped into the elevator.

Down on the common floor, everyone was nursing their own cup of coffee, steam billowing into their faces. Well, everyone except Thor. He had a beer stein full of chocolate milk that he nearly chugged as he giddily bounced up and down in his seat, the godly equivalent of a toddler and golden retriever wrapped in one muscly package of happiness and positivity.

Without a word, Pietro handed Peter and I both our own coffees. Mine was an iced cold brew. Some deep, nearly dead part of me was touched that he remembered my disdain for hot, weak drinks. He winked at me as he turned back to return to his spot next to the fridge, but not before swiping another donut from the breakfast bar. Something must have happened before Peter and I arrived because Clint and Sam both glared daggers at Pietro.

“So...” I began, “we going to talk about the elephant in the room or ignite it until we hit the training rooms and punch it out?”

Steve and Wanda looked up sharply from the food in front of them, taking not so sneaky glances at the others. Tony was gripping his coffee mug so hard, if he’d been anyone else in the room, it would have shattered. Sam just looked weary and Bucky... he was leaning up against the sink, arms crossed over his chest. He almost looked disappointed.

“Punching it out seems to be the winner. If you have a problem with me or need questions answered, you know how to get them. Beyond that, I’m not leaving so don’t even try.” I began choking up out of nowhere. “I’m not letting those bastards take another home from me. You all have always been nothing but kind and I treated that kindness with deception and indifference. But I’m going to blame that on the whole, kindness being a completely new experience for me. Obviously, I mean everyone here no harm...” I petered off, not knowing what to say to get my feelings across. I looked around, lost, capturing the gazes of Pietro and Bucky, who both just nodded back at me.

Bucky pushed off of the counter and approached me, laying a hand on my shoulder. “Kaida is no more Hydra than I am. If you trust in me, be open to trusting her. We’ve all... made mistakes.”

Yeah, that’s one way to put it.

Even Thor looked uncomfortable at this point and Tony was just straight up heading for the elevator without a backward glance. Bruce trailed after him, shrugging apologetically. Seconds that felt like hours passed and finally, the elevator began to descend to the lab floors.

“Alright team, move out. We have work to do,” Steve said in his most Captain-y voice. And damn if it wasn’t kind of hot. I wasn’t the only one who thought so. I could tell just from the shift from light blue to icy gray in Bucky’s eyes that he was going to be pulling Rogers into his room later. Or sooner, depending on how tight his shirt was today

Hours and buckets of sweat later and the whole team broke for lunch. As expected, no one took me up on my offer but we still weren’t pre-incident buddies anymore. Bucky and Pietro seemed most inclined to stick by my side while Wanda was off with Vision. Peter gave me these weird agonizing glances from across the main training floor the whole time. The kid was weird. Who knows what he got up to in his own brain.

Anyways, I knew what I had to do as soon as I stepped on to the elevator, moments after everyone else left to the cafeteria area. There was a confrontation that was way overdue.

As soon as I stepped out on to the slightly grimy linoleum floor of the lab, Bruce looked up and blanched before quickly shoving his papers and laptop into a satchel and bounding for the elevator before it closed behind me.

“Good luck,” he muttered shakily. I nodded in thanks and a moment later he was gone. A quick look around told me that Tony must be in a back room somewhere, probably grabbing parts. In the background, Black Sabbath tinkled through the inlaid speaker system.

“Brucey, darling, do you want to go with blue or green for the new nanotech in Veronica?? Or maybe purple, unless that would be too on the no-.” He quickly cut himself off as he came waltzing around the corner of desks and displays to see me perched on his stool.

“Get out,” he growled, standing stock still, shoulders tense. When I didn’t move, he did, reaching for the minibar he had installed on the wall opposite me, pulling out a bottle of scotch and taking a swig.

“Well if it’s going to be that kind of party...” I drawled darkly before reaching down into my gym bag and pulling out my flask of bourbon and followed suit. Tony didn’t exactly roll out the welcome wagon after that but he did seem to relax a bit. At the very least, he didn’t summon what was left of the Iron Legion protocol to physically remove me from his presence.

“Why are you here Kaida?” Tony finally asked, ice coating his words as they pierced into me in ways I wasn’t expecting.

“Is it so odd for a former assassin to check up on her friends? I mean, it would be a shame to just throw everything away for a simple misunderstanding right? At the very least we have to work and live together. Unless you intend to kick me out?” I stared Tony down, waiting for that explosive anger that I knew he was trying to shove deep down.

“Oh Kaida, we were never friends. We fucked. But I’d fuck anything with two legs and a rack. I think you know that as well as I do. The only reason I ever gave up that life was Pepper and, well, you know exactly how that turned out.”

“Again, not my doing. I was long gone by the time someone executed the hit they had on her.”

“But you knew and you did nothing. Warned no one. You know, it’s not like I’m hard to find. A literal skyscraper that used to have my name on it not stand out to you?”

“I-,” I began, searching for any explanation for my inaction. As terrible as it was to admit, I’d simply never considered interfering with Hydras plans. I was much more concerned with keeping my sister and myself alive at the time.

“You know,” Tony said, interrupting my frantic, guilty train of thought, “some kid once told me that when you have the powers and abilities that we do and do nothing, then the bad things that happen, they happen because of you. Maybe you should chew on that for a little while Kaida. I won’t kick you out but I don’t want to see your face around my space for a long while.”

And then, like a switch flipped in my body, hot rage filled me. What did this entitled, rich snob know about being a kid my age and seeing the shit I’d seen? When he was my age he was partying every night and wrecking Bentley’s and Aston Martin’s like it was nothing, like nothing mattered to him at all.

“Maybe you should grow a pair then Stark. You’re really angry, huh? Prove it. Fight me. Kick me out. We both know I can take it. You saw the bruises when I first moved in. Couldn’t be missed with that lack of clothing when we first got acquainted. Do your worst.”

Suddenly he was in my face again, hatred and something else raged in his eyes. Maybe not hatred at me, but at the reaction, I could always weasel out of him. Had been doing for my past few weeks at the Tower.

Stark slammed his bottle down on the desk right beside me before wrapping his hand through the hair at the back of my hair hard, twisting and pulling me forward before viciously kissing and biting my neck. It was painful but not in a way that made me inclined to push him away.

“God I hate you so much,” he said and he ripped my shirt up and over my head before taking a step back.

“Wanna be useful? Turn around and bend over the desk, hands behind your back. And don’t move a muscle.”

I did as he said, breath coming out in gasps.

Oh, this was bad.

Really bad.

Or maybe really good.

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Newspaper Interviews Part 6 (Sam + Grizz)

Chapter Six in my AU Series of Sam and Grizz, Newspaper interviews

It was New Years Eve, and Sam was as happy as he could ever remember. Ever since Christmas he hadn't been able to get rid of the smile from his face. Grizz was planning for them to go to Wright's Tower to see the firework display for The New Years Celebration. The two had become inseparable, texting non-stop, and seeing each other ever opportunity they got.

The pair sat in Sam's living room, just talking on the sofa. Well, signing.

"Meningitis? Wow. Do you remember.. Do you remember hearing at all?" Grizz asked, signing along with his words.

They had been getting to know each other so much in a matter of two weeks, trying to make up for lost time.

"I remember my mother's voice. The way she used to sing to me and Campbell. My dads laugh." He smiled to himself for a moment. "When I dream I still dream with sound. But not new sounds."

Grizz smiles sadly at the idea. "What would be a new sound."

Sam didn't hesitate. "My voice. I remember what I sounded like when I was younger. But Im guessing it's a little deeper now." Grizz chuckled at Sam's words. "I wish I could hear yours."

Grizz smiler, tears sprung to his eyes. Sam had always been proud of who he was, never insecure about his inability to hear. But to have made an impact on him enough that he wished he could hear his voice, it made Grizz emotional. In a good way. Sam brought out this side of him, the soft sensitive side that he had hid for years in school. So he signed: "Kiss me."

Sam leaned in, cupping Grizz's cheeks in his hands and pressed his lips against Grizz's. That new, yet familiar spark went off between the couple. Sam's lips were soft, and he tasted of strawberries. He was addicting. They had been alone in the house all day, Sam's parents out for the holiday. Grizz felt Sam's tongue glide over his bottom lip, making shiver's go down his spine. And of course, they were interrupted. Grizz pulled away when he heard footsteps approaching.

I'm walked Campbell, Sam's older brother. He was half dressed, in only a pair of torn ill fitted jeans. Campbell two years older than Sam, and they were complete polar opposites. Sam was kind and gentle, he put everyone's needs before his own. He wore his emotions on his sleeve, and was never afraid of what people might think in him doing so. Whereas Campbell, was a psychopath. Quite literally, actually. He was diagnosed. He was narcissistic, loved seeing people in pain for his own pleasure, and above all; he was cruel as can be. Especially to Sam. Grizz could remember Sam showing up to school with bruises, he could remember seeing Campbell yell at Sam and call him names, Sam always standing his ground, but even Grizz could see the fear in his eyes.

"Well isn't this precious? It's a literal fag fest in the middle of my living room. Just what I wanted to wake up to." Campbell announced, only bothering to sign the offensive words. Sam didn't need him to sign though, years of his brothers torment had made him learn to read his lips well, even when he was tired and several feet away.

"Nice to see you too, Campbell. Still living at home I see?" Grizz countered, not enjoying Sam's brothers presence.

In truth , Grizz had always hated Campbell. He hated his vibe, his essence, and the way he'd always leave Sam covered in bruises and looking horrified in school. Campbell had been held back a year, he could mimic emotions. Not intelligence. The kid was fucking creepy, and not to mention, a literal psychopath. Everyone knew it, he was bad news. And Grizz felt he needed to protect Sam from him, makeup for the years of silently watching and letting it happen.

"Grizz! I see college life has treated you well, finally experimenting with the rest of them. Pleasure to see you tongue fucking my brother in my own home, truly."

"Stop it, Campbell." Sam said sternly.

Grizz had never heard Sam speak up in such a way, let alone to Campbell of all people. He always appeared to take the beatings silently.

"Morning, Fag." Campbell greeted his brother, stalking over to the kitchen just a few feet away and pouring himself a bowl of chips.

"It's four in the afternoon." Sam commented dryly.

But Campbell didn't seem to be listening, chomping away obnoxiously at his chips. Grizz didn't like this. He didn't like seeing the way Campbell was in his own territory, nor the way he spoke to Sam. It made his skin crawl and his blood boil.

Campbell reemerged into the living room, towering over Sam and Grizz from his standing position, "Get a room, both of you. That includes you, fucking fruit. Now move, that's my spot." He pointed to where they were seated on the sectional.

"Why should we? You don't own the couch. For a 20 year old you sure act like a teenager still, not that I'm surprised. Grow up. " Grizz's voice was low, anger bleeding through his words.

Campbell simply laughed, tossing a chip in Grizz's face. "Move or I'll make you. Simple as that."

Grizz had had enough, rising to his feet. He was easily twice Campbell's size by the looks of him, both in height and strength. But Sam knew his brother all too well. He knew how fucked up he was. He was dangerous.

"Go ahead. Make me." Grizz said, his face inches away from Campbell's.

Campbell took a step closer to him, still obnoxiously chewing on his breakfast. "Do something then, fucking barbarian. That's all you jocks are, isn't it? Fucking cave men-"

Grizz knocked the bowl out of his hands, sending chips flying through the air. "Enough!" He shouted, his voice dangerously low. Not that Sam could hear it, but he could see the anger written across his face. "Go eat your 'breakfast' somewhere else. And I suggest you fucking change your attitude while you're at it or I swear I'll-"

Grizz heard a 'click' sound and glanced down, Campbell had his switch blade out, pointed at his abdomen. "You'll do what? Huh? Punch me? Fucking jocks, that's all you're good at, using your fists. Never using your brain. Out of all of them, I would have expected you to be smart enough to come prepared when picking a fight."

Grizz was seeing red now, Campbell was smiling. Which pissed Grizz off even more. He went to shove Campbell, but Campbell shoved back, nearly stabbing him in the process. Grizz dodged him easily, shoving him back again, his knuckles clipping the smaller boy's jaw.

"You'll fucking pay for that!" Campbell hissed, blood visible in his mouth. Grizz watched as he spit, a chunk of his tooth coming out with the blood and saliva.

He lunged at Grizz, knife aimed, yet completely calm. But, Sam had seen enough, jumping up from the couch and pushing Campbell back, feeling a sharp sting in his upper arm but he couldn't seem to care. He stood in front of Grizz, His protective instinct taking over. He wasn't going to watch Grizz get hurt, not by Campbell.

"Stop it! Both of you! Leave him the fuck alone Campbell" Sam screamed.

People always say that a deaf person screaming is a terrifying sound. They'd be correct. Campbell even flinched back. He let out a laugh, shoving his knife back into his pocket.

"Ease up, retard. You'll make the rest of us go deaf. I'm going out, I'm taking the keys. Don't wait up." And with that, he was gone.

Sam let out a sigh, his adrenaline still pumping through his veins from the altercation. He couldn't say he was surprised, Campbell was like a horse loose in a hospital, you never knew when he'd snap and go rapid through the operating room. He turned around to face Grizz, and Grizz's eyes went wide. Sam had a gash in his upper arm, just next to his armpit; blood seeping through his grey sweater and spreading.

"Fucking Christ, he got you! Sam, you're bleeding!" Grizz yelled, running to Sam before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of blood being so close. Sam's blood. "We need to get you to the hospital."

But it was too late, Sam couldn't read his lips, his head was spinning and his vision was blurred. He saw black just as Grizz caught him in his arms.

***

Three hours. 30 minutes of traffic, 30 minutes to get Sam stable, 30 minutes to stich him up, and now he was resting. And all Grizz could do was sit there and wait. He had tried to get ahold of Sam's parents, but they weren't answering their phones. Grizz sat there, at the foot of Sam's hospital bed, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. His skin was ashen, and he appeared almost lifeless. The doctors said they had got there just In time, he had lost a lot of blood on the drive to the hospital, Campbell had hit an artery. He had spoken to the police, but Sam was 18, so he didn't have to have parental consent to be treated, and they weren't required to be called, so Grizz stayed when they didn't answer. But he would have stayed anyway. He felt like he couldn't move.

'I could have lost him.' he thought to himself over and over. He partially blamed himself for getting Campbell riled up enough to pull out a fucking knife, then Sam wouldn't have jumped in and accidentally got hurt. Guilt flooded his veins and he felt sick, but he didn't dare move. He wanted to be the first thing Sam saw when he woke up.

Grizz watched as Sam's eyes slowly drifted open sleepily. His large blue eyes found Grizz's teary brown ones. Grizz felt his heart skip a beat as he rose from his sitting position.

He sat besides Sam. "How are you feeling?" He signed, running his hand gently over Sam's good arm.

Sam sighed, "I'm alright, hurting a bit. Are you okay?"

"I almost lost you, and it would have been my fault."

Sam wiped a tear from Grizz's cheek, "It wasn't your fault," he signed, "It was Campbells. I'd do it again in a heartbeat, if it meant protecting you from him."

Grizz smiled, tears streaming down his face. "Be with me," Grizz signed, "Be my boyfriend? I waisted so much time, and I almost lost you. I can't do it again. Be with me."

Sam smiled wearily, "You have to ask?"

#sam x grizz #sam eliot #grahm #the society #grizz #grizzam #fanfic

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jurassicwinchesters · 7 years ago

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Moonlight and Magic

Word Count: 3,794

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: violence, witchcraft

The moon casts a bright, silver light over the garden as I carefully pick a handful of leaves from the leafy plant. After plucking several of the soft leaves, I take one last glance around the garden to make sure there’s no other herbs I’ll need. The garden is one of my proudest accomplishments. It’s in the small backyard of my even smaller house. My peeling white fence encloses the small space filled with various herbs and plants. Fairy lights decorate the edges of the fence, and doorway above my backdoor. My neighbor’s large dogwood tree intrudes my backyard, hanging over the far end of my garden, brimming with white flowers that spill all over my sweet, little garden. Surrounding the border of the fence and concrete patio are many, many pots filled with different herbs for my practice. From flowering hawthorn to lush basil to delicate caraway, each plant is equally important in protection against the supernatural.

I take one last appreciative glance at my compact garden, and head back inside, with a fistful of hawthorn for my client.

“Almost ready?”

“Yes Ms. Bandel, I’m just finishing the mix, then you can be on your way,” I reply to the sweet, but impatient old lady. Many of my clients around this area are old ladies looking for protection against the stories they’ve heard about the things that go bump in the night. Down here in Georgia, folktales and legends are commonly passed down through generations, so the people that are smart enough to believe the stories come to me for protection. Ever since her heroic militant husband passed, Ms. Bandel became one of my best customers, she says since Roger isn’t around to protect her anymore, she needs some way to look out for herself.

I bring the fistful of hawthorn I just plucked to my grinding bowl. I toss the leaves in the bowl along with the beady aspen seeds, plump blackthorn berries, and prickly holly. I grab my stone pestle and mash up the mixture, carefully but efficiently, all while listening to Ms. Bendel blab on about what her knitting group is working on. When the herbs have been grinded into a sticky paste, I transfer it into a small condiment container for Ms. Bendel.

“Here ya go ma’am. Just apply this paste as three small dots above your right eyebrow before you go to bed, it’ll be sure to protect you against the vampires you heard about,” I gently explain to my elderly client.

“Yes, yes, thank you sweetie. You really are so gifted, just like your auntie was.”

I flinch at the mention of my recently deceased aunt, feeling a surge of emotions rise up. I push it to the back of my mind as I lead Ms. Bendel through my very cluttered house, and out my creaky door.

As I walk back toward my kitchen to clean up, my thoughts keep going to my aunt. She died about three months ago, and I’ve taken over her practice as an herbal witch since then. My dad was never in my life, and my mom died a quick, painful death of lung cancer when I was only two. My aunt raised me, against my mom’s dying wishes. My mom was pretty uptight, living a more “lavish and expensive” lifestyle than my aunt ever did. Basically my mom was a rich, entitled woman who spent her summers at the country club and winters skiing in Aspen whereas my aunt lived in the small house I currently live in, growing herbs and practicing witchcraft. It’s safe to say their lifestyle rift caused a minor disliking between the two sisters. Somehow after my mom passed, I still got sent to live with my aunt Marley. Since a very young age I was homeschooled and taught the ins and outs of herbal witchcraft. Most kids grow up learning about the mitosis and the civil war and how to solve algebraic equations. I grew up learning which herbs protect against which creatures, and how to keep plants alive and growing in the cool Georgia winters. It was more of an untraditional upbringing, but I’m happy with it nonetheless.

After my aunt’s passing, things haven’t been the same. I’ve been lonely and sad and every day I’m constantly aching for her to come back. I feel like the other half of me was lost, and I can’t stop looking, and waiting for it to come back. Every night I wake up sweaty and confused as I try to drag myself from the horrible nightmares forcing me to relive Marley’s death. I’ve dealt with them every night since she died, an endless, vicious cycle of struggling to fall asleep, suffering through the terrible dream, then waking up horribly scared and unaware of my surroundings. After three months, I’m still waiting for them to get better.

Once I finish up cleaning and putting away the tools I used for my clients of the day, I head to my bedroom. I slip out of my sundress, and into pajamas, and head to the bathroom. After washing my face, and brushing my teeth, I finally slip into bed. I sink into my mattress, and pull my covers all the way up to my chin, trying to settle into a more comfortable position. I start the painstakingly long process of falling asleep, thinking about my clients from the day. As I’m reviewing all the serums, powders, and herbal pastes I made today, I start to slip into a light, uneasy sleep.

I hear the familiar chanting of the incantation start, faintly at first, but I know it will get only get louder and louder. Then I hear the first scream. I’m sitting at our small table, tucked into the nook of the kitchen, sipping on tea with a book in my hands.

“Marley? What’s wrong?” I yell out, concerned for my aunt. I stand up from the table and start to cautiously look for her. I already know what’s going to happen next, but my body keeps taking me through the motions.

I creep down our narrow hallway, the old wood floors creaking beneath my feet. The chanting from outside has become louder now, filling my head with the foreign language, temporarily distracting me from what I’m about to see. I hear my aunts ragged breathing and gasping breath from her bedroom. I burst into her room and see the familiar scene unfolding before me. Marley lying on the ground in the corner of the bedroom, breathing heavy, clutching her bleeding stomach. Ruby red blood spilling from her abdomen, then all over my hands as I shakily try to help her.

“Marley! No!” I scream through my terror.

“Get out! You have to go Y/n! They’ll come for you too!” Marley rasps out, trying with all her dying might. The incantation is now being shouted, the strange words making the setting even more eerie.

“I c-can’t leave you. I love you, please don’t leave me,” I breathe out, barely more than a whisper as I see the light quickly leaving my aunt’s eyes. She reaches up to cup my face, giving me one last look of admiration, before the last of the brightness leeches out of her emerald eyes. Suddenly the chanting stops, and before my sobbing starts I’m pulled from the nightmare.

I sit up with a gasp, blinking my surroundings into existence. I immediately feel a surge of my dinner rising up, I run to the bathroom before I can even remember where I am. I sink onto the cool tile flooring, barely making it to the toilet before I empty the contents of my stomach into the bowl. Over and over again, my stomach heaving and heaving. There are tears streaming down my face, and I feel my anxiety quickly rising. Once my stomach has been emptied I sink back against the wall, focusing on the coolness of the floor. My mind is still groggy, but I can start to identify where I am. This is how it goes every night: fall into a light sleep, being forced to relive my aunt’s death, then being ripped out of the dream to find myself throwing up in the bathroom.

After giving myself a little more time to recover, I decide I won’t be able to fall back asleep. I get up and shower, and start my day at the lovely hour of five in the morning. After getting dressed, I wander over to my kitchen to make breakfast. I whip up some toast with eggs and a big cup of ginger tea.

As I’m sitting and enjoying my tea and a book about the benefits of basil I hear hands pounding at my door. I glance at the clock skeptically, it’s six-thirty. I quickly grab a small kitchen knife for protection, and pad lightly to the door and glance through the tiny hole in the door to see who my visitor may be.

Two men stand on my concrete doorstep. One unnaturally tall with long locks, the other shorter, but more traditionally handsome with emerald eyes and soft, pink lips. I immediately get a queasy, butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach as I see him. Deciding they look trustworthy enough, I unlock my many locks, and peer around the white door.

“Uh, how can I help you boys?” I ask cautiously, nervously.

“Are you Y/n?” The tall one asks uneasily. “I’m sorry we’re here this early, I hope we didn’t wake you, but we need your help.”

“Oh, uh sure, come on in,” I say, opening the door to let the strangers in. I apologize for the clutter of plants and books, and lead them to my kitchen nook.

“Have a seat,” I explain, gesturing to the table, “Can I get you boys anything? Tea? Coffee?”

“No thanks,” the handsome one says with a smirk. I feel heat start to creep up my neck into my cheeks, so I quickly turn away and busy myself.

“So, uh, what brings you guys here?” I ask, finally sliding into a chair across from the two of them.

“Well, we need your help with a case we’re working on, we’re hunters,” the big one explains. I immediately tense up at the mention of hunters. Technically as a witch I’m supernatural, or at least involved in supernatural practice, so hunters should be hunting me.

“I’m not so sure I can help you, I don’t typically work for your type,” I explain anxiously.

“No, no you can,” the cute one explains, “Look, Y/n, we know you’re a witch, and we know you have a small practice. We also know you’re one of the good ones, and we really need your help.”

“Ok well maybe, just tell me what you need help with first. And names, what are your names?”

“I’m Dean, and this is my brother Sam,” Dean explains, and I instantly jump out of my chair. These are the Winchesters, and that realization sends a chill down to my bones.

“You need to leave. Now,” I say sternly, ushering the boys out of their chairs.

“Wait, wait, what’s happening?”

“I can’t be seen helping you two. Hunters are bad enough, but the Winchesters, if I helped you two that would practically be a death wish!” I exclaim, as I steer the boys out of my kitchen and to the front door.

“Why? Y/n we can help you! We can protect you from whatever is making you so jumpy! We’re hunters, just let us help,” Dean says, giving me a look that nearly makes me melt into the floor. I consider it, the risk of helping the Winchesters. I already have a huge target on my back because of my practice. A supernatural being helping protect humans against other supernatural beings, especially witches. There are many covens, high covens, hunting me for what I do. If these covens ever heard even a rumor of me helping the Winchesters, I’d be dead in no time. But at the same time they may be able to help me. The Winchesters may be able to protect me as they said, and they could help me avenge my aunt.

“Fine. I’ll help you guys, but there are some conditions. First, I can’t meet with you guys here, there’s too many watchful eyes around this area, plus I’ll have to take some precautions before I meet with you again. Second, you need to uphold your part of the bargain by protecting me, and I need your help with something,” I finally say after my careful consideration. I watch excitement spark in Dean’s eyes, and relief in Sam’s.

“Thank you, thank you so much Y/n. This means so much to us,” Sam gratefully says.

“So I need to know what exactly I can do for you boys, so I can do it and then bring it to you in another location,” I explain.

“Well, we’re on a case involving a small coven of witches, only about two or three we think. We just need help locating them, we’ve been tracking them for weeks and we know they’re around this area, but we can’t pinpoint their location. Do you have anything that could help us?”

“Well locating people is actually kind of tricky. I don’t have much experience in the spell side of witchcraft, but I’ll look through the books and see if there’s something I can do. But there is a bigger risk for me working on a case of witches…” I say quietly. Partly because I’m embarrassed about my lack of skill when it comes to spells, and partly because I’m concerned for the case. As an herbal witch I typically just work with herbs and plants, and I can take small amounts of natural energy from the plants to do minor spells. Going against a coven is dangerous because I’m not nearly as powerful as dark magic witches, I don’t mess with the devil and demons, too creepy for me. “I’ll give you guys a call if I figure something out, then we can meet somewhere where I’ll be able to help you.”

After getting their numbers, and walking them out the door I finally let out a big sigh and take a seat in my favorite reading chair. I searched through my stacks of books and finally found an ancient looking spell book that should be able to help me.

It’s been about two weeks since I started working with the Winchesters. Since then, not much has happened. I’ve meet with the boys only a couple times, taking the necessary measures before doing so. Marley taught me at a very young age to mask myself, a simple blend of herbs and a short incantation that will keep me hidden from any witches or magic within a ten mile radius. Every time I went to meet the Winchesters, I used the spell, just in case.

In the last two weeks I’ve also learned a location spell. I started by reading up for hours and hours on one particular spell involving a map. Then I started to practice, first locating myself, then the Winchesters, until I knew it was perfect. Now today is finally time to locate the coven, hopefully.

The boys and I will meet at a predetermined location, our towns botanical garden. We chose this place because surrounded by plants puts me at my most powerful. Once we’re there, I’ll perform the spell, hopefully locating the coven. From there, Sam and Dean will proceed to that location, and kill the coven. Then from there we’ll work on avenging my aunt’s death.

In a small backpack I pack a small amount of herbs that will help give me strength and power, my spellbook, a map of the county, and a knife just in case. Then I throw on some grey jeans, a white shirt, a green army jacket, and boots. I throw my long hair in a braid to keep it out of the way. I grab my keys and double check I have everything I need in my backpack, then head out.

When I get to the garden Sam and Dean are already waiting. We decided to meet in the rose garden because they are linked to strength and protection.

“Hey boys, ready?” I say with a confident smile. Dean throws back a smirk that makes me blush, and Sam just nods his head. “Let’s get started then.”

I grab my herbs and place the leaves of hydrilla, maral root, and bay in a wide circle around an empty patch of dirt in the garden. I then apply a swipe of balm of gilead above both my eyebrows and down my neck for extra strength. The boys stare at me wide eyed whilst I do all this, but I ignore them and focus on what I’m about to do.

“Ok, it’s time now,” I say more to myself than the boys. I take one reassuring breath, and enter the circle of leaves. Then I kneel down and spread the map before me. I close my eyes and place my hands on the map and start my incantation. “Salva me locate, locate adiuva me, suscipe me in locis ubicumque habitant. Sequuntur versus me et eripe me de Coven.”

As I continue the incantation, the wind around us starts to blow, rustling the flowers surrounding me, but my circle of leaves stays put, grounding me. I dig deep inside of me, down to the well of power and I tug at the power, urging it to be released. I feel the power travel up through myself, until it travels down my arms, down to my hands on the map. A faint flow spreads beneath my hands as the map starts to heat up, shrinking around the edges, narrowing down the location. Right before I feel my energy deplete the fire suddenly stops, leaving a circle containing the location of the coven.

“Woah,” Dean breathes out under his breath. “Did it work?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I say shakily, feeling weak from the spell. I grab the small section of the map left, and let out a gasp. “I know this neighborhood, it’s only a few blocks from here.”

“Great, all the easier for us then,” Dean chuckles. He then walks over to me, offering me a hand to help me up. I hesitate for a moment, looking into his sparkling, forest green eyes. I snap out of the trance he always seems to put on me, and take his hand. A shiver goes through my body as our hands meet, and I look away as I feel the heat creep into my face.

“Oh, well uh I better get going then. Um good luck with the witches,” I mumble as I snatch my belongings, and speed off to my car.

As I drive home I can’t help but think about how much of an embarrassment I am. Why can’t I just act normal around Dean? Why does he cast such a spell on me? It’s so frustrating, I’m usually so confident with guys, but there’s just something about Dean that makes me so shy and nervous. I’m still thinking about Dean as I pull into my driveway and stroll into my house. I wander over to the kitchen and fill my watering can with water and sea urchin powder, the secret to keeping plants growing in the brisk winter months. As I’m in my garden, watering my plants, my mind drifts back to Dean’s chestnut hair and plump lips. These silly thoughts keep me from noticing the woman holding the knife until it’s at my neck.

“You silly child, you silly, ignorant child. Didn’t your dear old aunt teach you better. Well too late now, since we killed her,” the woman says sharply from behind me, keeping the cool blade pressed against my neck.

My heart sinks with the realizations coming to me. First, I’m about to die. Second, the coven Sam and Dean was hunting wasn’t a small little coven, but one of the most powerful covens in history. The coven that killed my aunt, and that’s about to kill me. And the coven leader, Circe, is the one holding a blade to my throat.

“H-how did you find me, I- the spell, I used the invisibility spell,” I stammer, still in shock. The coven leader now shoves me through my back door and into my house, pressing the dagger harder into my neck with each step. As we enter the house, a scene I was not expecting unfolds before me.

Sam and Dean stand in my doorway, guns held high pointing toward the two other witches standing in my kitchen.

“Y/n! You bitch, let her go,” Dean shouts, whipping his gun toward the woman behind me.

“Dean no! Stop, she’s too powerful, you can’t do anything,” I explain defeatedly. Sam and Dean look at me confused, and I just silently shake my head.

“Finally, the first smart thing that’s ever come out of your mouth,” Circe says with a scoff. “There are two ways this can go down; Y/n comes willingly with us, and we kill Sam and Dean quickly, or the three of you attempt to put up a fight, and we kill you slowly, then take Y/n.”

“The second way!” Dean yells. My heart sinks at the thought of losing Sam or Dean, and panic starts to creep in.

“No! Listen Circe, I’ll go with you, just please don’t hurt them, I’m begging you,” I plead, tears starting to fall.

“Do you think I’m a fool you impish child? Let these hunters go just so they can track my coven down and kill us, though they sure did have trouble finding us the first time,” Circe says triumphantly.

Before I can respond, the first shot is fired, hitting one of the lesser witches, Jadis, in the thigh. She lets out a scream and while Circe is temporarily distracted, I whirl out of her hold on me, knocking the silver dagger out of her hand. Sam and Dean take this opportunity to fire again, but before they can hit anyone they’re thrown against my living room wall by an invisible force. Circe then pins them against the wall, keeping them in place. I try to run at Circe with the knife, but with a simple flick of the wrist the dagger shoots out of my grip.

“What a sad, sad attempt at saving Y/n. I expected more, especially from the Winchesters. Well too bad I can’t stay for the fun, but Y/n and I have places to be,” Circe articulates, every word making my heart sink further and further into my chest.

“Stop, stop! We’ll do anything, just let her go!” Sam shouts furiously, normally I would be touched by the attempt to save me, but all I can think about is Dean’s slow death at the hands of this coven. I start bawling, distracting me from the words Circe is now chanting. Then the pain sets in. I let out a scream of agony as every nerve in my head starts on fire. I can faintly hear Sam and Dean yelling in the background as I fall to the ground in pain, my head slamming against my wood floor. My whole head is white-hot with a searing pain. The edges of my vision start to go black, but none of that matters. The pain is all I can feel, consuming my entire body. I pray and pray for death, hoping something will stop this torture.

“STOP! STOP! SOMEONE HELP ME!” I scream through the searing pain, “SAM, DEAN HEL-” My sentence is cut short as I slip away into a sweet, sweet darkness.

#dean winchester #Sam Winchester #spn fanfic #spn imagine #fanfic #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural fanfiction #dean x reader #dean winchester imagine

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fanficwriter013 · 7 years ago

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The Tower - Chapter 11

The Tower: An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 11

Chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / twenty / twenty-one / twenty-two / twenty-three / twenty-four / twenty-five / twenty-six / twenty-seven / twenty-eight

Word Count: 2035

Warnings: Angst, mild violence, crazy people coming back from the past.

Synopsis: Elly gets kidnapped by someone from the past. What are the repercussions?

Author’s Note: Co-written with @emilyevanston

Chapter 11 - Taken.

I’d noticed the two people following me when I stepped off the train at the 116th Station. A man and a woman. She about my age and he maybe ten years older. He was wearing a suit whereas the woman looked more like a tourist. She had an I heart New York hoodie on over a pair of jeans. I’d gotten up fairly last minute and let the crowd of students drag me off the train with them. They’d almost panicked and jumped off just as the doors were closing. At the time I had written it off as two people who hadn’t been paying enough attention to where they were going.

I saw them again while I was in my office. I'd been typing away, writing up a paper and I got up to open the window to let some fresh air in. They were out on the lawn at the front of the building talking to each other. The guy was smoking a cigarette and they both looked really bored.

That time I was a little more concerned. Not strongly but I took note. It was strange they were out there when I’d noticed them on the train too, and on the train, they didn’t seem to know each other. I put them at the back of my head and went back to work. When I came out from lunch they were still out there, standing on opposite sides of the lawn out the front of the building.

I pulled out my phone as I walked to the cafe I was head to and texted Tony.

It felt like my heart was trying to escape my chest it was beating so hard. I put my phone in my pocket and just kept walking. Making my way out onto Broadway where there were lots of people moving around getting themselves lunch and doing all the little personal tasks you do during your lunch hour. A van pulled up just ahead of me and the back burst open. I turned suddenly right into the arms of the guy in the suit.

I opened my mouth to scream, but he brought something to it and everything went black.

I woke later nauseated and fuzzy. I was sitting in a chair my arms bound behind my back and my legs tied firmly in place. I raised my head slowly as the room spun around me. It took a moment for my eyes to focus but when I did I saw I was in a dimly lit room that was bare except for the chair I was sitting on. There was a door in front of me and a large mirror that I assumed was two way.

The door opened and a tall woman walked in. She wore a black and white catsuit and a gold mask that was framed by her black hair. “Finally awake, Doctor Cooper.” She said. She had an Italian accent, though it wasn’t thick.

“Who are you?” I asked looking up at her.

“You can call me Madame Masque.” She replied. “Are you comfortable, my dear.”

“Not really,” I answered. “What do you want? I’m not anyone.”

She laughed and crouched in front of me cupping my jaw. “Now that’s just not true, darling.” She purred. “You’ve got to be something quite special to attract the attention of Anthony Stark.”

I barked out a laugh. I couldn’t help it. “Tony Stark? The Playboy? I think you just need to have a heartbeat.”

She slapped me across the face. It made my neck wrench to the side and heat blossomed in my cheek. “I will not have you speak about him like that.” She hissed.

I shook my head trying to clear it, as tears pricked my eyes.

“Now look what you made me do. You’re bleeding.” She ran her thumb over my bottom lip and then sucked it clean. “What does he see in the likes of you anyway?”

“I hardly even know him. We’ve only been out a couple of times.” I said, trying to downplay things. Hoping she didn't know anything more than the lunch and the gallery event.

She ran a finger down my cheek. “Now, now. Why is it you’ve been hanging around the tower like a bad smell for weeks now?” She cooed. “Why have the Hawk and the Falcon been showing up to your little apartment if not to keep an eye on you? Why when we looked back was the spider lurking around you all the time?”

“I’m friends with Natasha. That’s all. She introduced me to Tony and we had lunch and then he had some event and wanted a date for it. You’re reading too much into it.” I argued.

She raised her hand to hit me again and I flinched. She held her hand up for a moment and slowly lowered it patting me on my cheek. “See now, you nearly did it again. Let’s call Anthony and see what he thinks?”

She took out a phone and pulled the screen out into holographic mode. She dialed Tony. It was less than a full ring before he answered. His face displayed above me as Madame Masque intentionally kept me out of frame.

“Giuletta,” Tony said tersely.

“Hello, Anthony Darling. It’s good to see you.” She replied.

“I don’t have all day, dear,” Tony said.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe you have more time for your friend.” She said crouching down beside me so I was in frame. She pulled a knife from her belt and ran the flat of the blade down my cheek. “Do you have time for her, Anthony?”

The muscles in Tony’s jaw twitched. “Why don’t you let her go? She’s nothing to you.”

Guiletta tsked him. “Now, now. She may be nothing to me, but she’s something to you. You know what I want. When I have it, I’ll let her go. I’d hurry though, my love or I’ll start sending her back to you in small pieces.” To emphasize the point she flicked the knife just enough to knick my skin and disconnected the call.

“Oh look at you, my poor darling.” She said, waving her hand. A man and a woman walked in dressed head to toe in black. The man handed her a cloth and she dabbed my cheek with it. “You’re very brave and you did your job very well.” She stood up and turned to the others. “Take her to her room. Make sure she has food.”

The woman untied me and they led me to what was really a grey brick cell and just locked me in it without a word.

I think I was there for two days before I saw anyone again. I was freaking out about really stupid things. Like who was covering my lectures and how much my dad was going to rip into me for not calling on Sunday like I always did. It was like my mind didn’t want to go to the worst possible scenarios.

At the end of the second day, Giuletta stormed in the room mid-conversation with Tony. I sat up suddenly and she came over to me grabbing me by the hair and yanking my head back. I tried to fight my way off her and managed to yank some of my own hair out but two guards were on her heels and they grabbed me and held me down.

“Time’s running out and you seem to think I’m playing games here.” She said, holding her hand out. One of the guards opened a bottle and dipped a large dropper in it, sucking the liquid up and handing the dropper to Giuletta. “Maybe I’ll make your pretty friend’s face match mine. See how infatuated you are with her then.” She let a small drop of the liquid fall. It hit my cheek and the burn that followed was so intense I bucked back violently, screaming.

“Giuletta. Stop!” Tony cried out.

“Am I going to get what I want?” She seethed.

Tony sighed and his shoulders slumped. “Yes. Anything. Just stop.”

“Tomorrow, Anthony. Or you’ll be fitting her with her own mask.” She disconnected the call and handed the dropper back to the guard in exchange for a cloth. She cupped my face as I was still being held and wiped the mark she had made. There must have been some kind of lotion or numbing cream because it instantly felt better and I started crying. I was so mad at myself for showing that weakness, but it was that one piece of relief opened up the floodgates to everything that I had been trying to hold back.

“Shh… it’s okay, my darling. It will all be over soon.” She soothed as she wiped my face.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I sobbed, doing that hiccuping thing where you can’t quite take a breath properly.

“I know. I know. This is what happens when you love Tony Stark. It hurts doesn’t it?” She cooed.

“I hardly even know him.” I cried.

She wrapped her arms around me cradling my head. “But you do love him, don’t you?”

I nodded my head and let myself cry.

*****

I was woken by a loud explosion. I sat up suddenly and huddled into the corner. I wanted to look out and see what was happening but the door was sold steel with just a couple of latched openings that could only open from the other side. There was shouting and the sound of running down the hall outside. The door was thrown open and Giuletta stormed in again. I tried to dart out past her but was caught by one of the guards who just passed me back to her. She put a knife to my throat and pushed me forward.

“Your boyfriend broke his word, my darling.” She hissed as she dragged me down the hall. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to pay the price for his continued lies and mistreatment of me. But for now, you’re going to make sure I get out of here unscathed.”

I tried to struggle free but she just pushed the knife into my skin. “Enough of that. I’d rather not kill you before I get where we’re going.”

She dragged me down the hall and through a door. We were headed to an exit when there was the sound of jets and a loud bang behind us followed by some shots and the guards around us all dropped to the floor.

Giuletta turned around holding me close to her and pressing the knife close to my throat. “Now now, Anthony. Stand down or I’ll decorate that suit of yours with her blood.”

“Is that really what you want, dear? Why don’t you let her go and we can talk?” Tony said, he still held his arms up, the stabilizers glowing blue in readiness to attack.

Giuletta backed towards the exit. “This could have ended peacefully, Anthony. You know me. We could have been happy. Now, whatever happens, is all on your shoulders.”

The knife pushed against my throat and I gasped, sure this was it. “It’s not. It’s not your fault.” I yelled out in a panic. Terrified that Tony was about to carry the burden of my death on him too.

The knife slipped from her grip and clattered on the ground and she slumped behind me. I turned and saw Natasha behind me with a syringe in her hand. I launched myself at her. And she dropped the syringe and caught me wrapping me in her arms while I broke down into tears. “Shh… Mishka. We’re here. We’ve got you.” She soothed as she lowered me to the ground and sat stroking my hair.

Tony walked over to us and looked down without opening his visor. “Is she okay?”

“She will be,” Natasha said into my hair.

I looked up at Tony and reached my hand for him. “It’s not your fault.”

He turned away from us. “I’ll go secure the area. Cap clean up on the North exit.” He said and flew off.

I didn’t see Tony Stark again for another three weeks.

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btsjeonjazz · 7 years ago

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All I’ve got II pt. 2

Jungkook x reader, Namjoon x reader

genre: contents of smut, slight fluff, angst, tattooed!jungkook, badboy!jungkook

word count: 12.1k

Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

It wasn't your severe headache and not those bizarre short films in your head that woke you up the next day, rather a sound you had never heard before, but was deep, melodious and guttural as you opened your eyes just a crack. But then that sound was muffled, quiet hence you thought you had imagined it and closed your eyes again, the watch showing you that it was eight in the morning, way too early to get up after a night drinking, the hangover giving you a hard time already.

Right as you turned around, pulling the blanket over your face there it was again, accompanied by a 'tsk' and muffled words which resembled Jungkook's typical annoyed noises. Grunting you opened your eyes fully, hitting towards your left, but there was none, not the boy you thought would lie beside you, talking in his sleep again. Confused you stood up, staggering tiredly through the room towards the closed door, pulled its doorknob and froze wide awake at a sight you didn't expect that early in the morning.

All you saw was Jungkook's back, his head falling on his neck and a girl between his toned, bare legs. The strange, arousing sounds spilling from his lips let you shut the door with a loud thud as to why the dark haired boy flinched, but you didn't care if you interrupted whatever he and Nelly were doing, but it make you furious, eyes wide with shock as you rushed back under the blanket, trying to kick the picture out of your head. It was impossible, you were too awake by now and every time you closed your eyes flashed the image of Jungkook getting a blow job through your closed lids, making you shiver. Damn luck you had to wake up like this and see such things which wouldn't let you sleep anytime soon. Luckily for you you hadn't seen his dick, or balls or anything near that area which would confuse your hazy mind even more.

“Oh, fuck”, you groaned loudly, kicking your feet in the air while you heard his ominous grumbles and grunts from time to time. It made you feel strange, those thoughts getting you sick as you imagined his face to his angelic lewd sounds, his voice now louder than ever in your ears. Letting you fall back you also witnessed a short conversation, muffling the voices with the pillow pressed on your face, in vain.

“You're so loud, Jungkook. But you said we had to be silent..”

“She's awake so I don't care anymore. Just fucking suck”, Jungkook sounded annoyed whenever he spoke, your face flushing violently at the craving of release in his voice. Then only his hisses droned in the room next to the living room where you tried to dig a hole in the floor to disappear, the faster the better.

Why was he even doing something like this if he knew you were still present? Laying in his fucking bed while he got a blow job from the woman who you seemingly hated? He was crazy, that fucker! You wouldn't be that angry with him if he wouldn't have acted like the biggest asshole yesterday with all that teasing and provocation. But he did and that was the reason several pictures formed behind your closed lids, him dancing again, him smirking at you smugly, his dark voice in your ear if he wanted to tell you something over the music..and then him moaning so lowly, aching..And now his spread legs, his dark locks sprawled over the rest as he bit down his lower lip, closing his eyes..

It was wrong to think about him that way, but what were you supposed to do right now? You didn't dare to take your seven things and rush home as you still felt tipsy, the few hours of sleep you got weren't enough to be freed from the remnants of the drinks you had drowned the night. And also would you have to go through the living room to get to the door, and that was just impossible as long as they had their fun in there.

Before you knew what was going on all sounds stopped, your head already spinning as you tried to shove those thoughts over board which were lewd, had to do with Jungkook and foremost with his dick. Suspicious of the silence you peeped through the pillow, listening in on anything that could cause you major embarrassment again, but there was nothing, only the sound of the front door being closed. For your own safety you stood up to go back the way you just ran from, your ear pressed against the door, waiting patiently for a sign of Nelly's absence or presence. And you were right, there was nothing. Not a moan, not a hiss, no muffled conversations. Knocking on the door that lead from Jungkook's bedroom to the living room you waited a second before you heard your best friend's tired voice allowing you to come in.

Your eyes alarming you headed to Jungkook who just stood up, closing the zipper of his jeans in a swift move ere your eyes locked. So he really, seriously got sucked off two minutes ago, if not for this motion, then for his flushed cheeks, his dry lips and sweaty forehead that told you all about it.

“Are you for real?”, you burst, taking a pillow off of the couch to throw it towards your shrugging best friend. “I heard everything you idiot! It woke me the fuck up!”

“She showed up out of the blue”, Jungkook stretched with his arms high above his head, his shirt pulled up, revealing his abs and a red path of lipstick down to the hem of his dark jeans, your eyes drawn to the way Nelly's marks reached under the material further to his.. “And I thought you would black out til noon anyway, so stop bitching around and accept the fact that I'm no fucking baby boy anymore, got it? Yes? Good. Now go back to bed”, he ran his hands through his messy hair, the atmosphere suddenly changing. Jungkook was angry with you, his eyes running wild over your body and face back to the bedroom.

You didn't know why, but your heart clenched at his rather harsh words. If anyone knew, than it was definitely you. Jungkook wasn't the cute, shy boy anymore, long before this night you knew it. He was an ass towards the female population, his arms covered in artworks, his hair darker, earrings bigger and body larger. His change was never a problem for your friendship, and would never be wherefore you just shrugged your shoulders coping with his bold behaviour.

“Fine then, big boy. Wake me at twelve”, you mumbled, walking back to bed to get the still present pictures out of your head. Friday, saturday and now the shitty sunday morning were enough for your shaking heart, your eyelids heavy as you grabbed your pillow to throw yourself back down. Not long after you closed your eyes you felt the usual weight of another person next to you, Jungkook's arm around your waist, his big nose snuggling against your hair.

“Sorry, y/n”, a small whisper of his deep voice, a smile on your lips as you finally fell in a dreamless sleep.

Two weeks passed in a blink of an eye. You gradually started to cheer up from day to day, your girl friends being around you 24/7, snacks, movies, shopping trips your daily basis after coming home from work. Not one second you had time to think about your recent heartbreak, Yoongi's face drifting back to the back of your heard with every day passing by. And the wounds that cut your heart closed steadily, but it needed a lot more time for you to finally get over him completely, the time heeling your wounded soul only on a minimum. A break up wouldn't hurt less in a couple of days, that's just not how it worked, but it was bearable as long as you your friends and foremost Jungkook stayed by your side throughout the next months.

After Jungkook and you overslept severely that morning two weeks ago, you and him just stayed home, his practice and your weekly visit at your parents' forgotten as the both of you laughed about what happened that night with Yoongi. You had reminded him that your ex-boyfriend might sue him for beating up his face and breaking his nose, but Jungkook had reassured you that Yoongi wouldn't dare to do that, his pride too hurt why he would never tell anyone he had knocked him out. You didn't know why, but after that night you and Jungkook felt strange as you saw each other a week after, drinking a coffee near his apartment. It could've been your own behaviour after you had caught him getting a blow job that sunday morning. Tension hung in the air, his body quite tense around you, but he smiled it away, your clouded thoughts vanishing with his usual bunny smile. He had told you about a gig six days from then on, friday at a huge venue with a lot of people. They were the side band, promoting their latest song and the new album they'd release in the next few weeks, but Jungkook showed you their already growing popularity and you were impressed!

Yes, as his best friend everyone might think you were a regular at their concerts, but you weren't. Jungkook constantly asked you for help with his songs, mostly being his muse to write the lyrics from your stories and conversations, but he had told you to stay away from their gigs. He felt pressured if he would see you in the crowd, fangirling over him and his band members hence you never went to one of their bigger events. At the beginning you were always there, helping them with the equipment, of course behind the stage wherefore you decided to agree to Namjoon's invitation a few days ago. It would be a good change to crawl out of your nest and have some fun listening to damn fine music.

Namjoon: You're in on friday? We're on stage from ten to eleven, be there I count on you [06:14pm]

Namjoon: And maybe we could talk a bit at the after show party? [06:14pm]

Now you stood between a few hundred of people, your eyes wide with astonishment at the amount of girls in the crowd, cheering loudly, chatting and laughing before the show would start. You went there alone, but ere you told Namjoon you'd be here, you had pestered him to shut up about you coming to Jungkook. If he knew he would rip your head off, who knows why.

“The lead singer is my favourite”, a girl beside you screamed at her friend, jumping up and down in excitement and you weren't sure if they talked about the main band or Jungkook, but the next words brought light into the darkness.

“Jeon Jungkook, right? He's a hottie! I bet, if I throw my panties he will invite me to the after show party!”

“God yes!”

Wide eyed you looked at them, giggling at their behaviour, your face contoured in your own excitement. They must be pretty good if those girl were here just for them instead of hyping themselves over the main band they bought the expensive tickets for. It felt like the first time you had seen him perform, your heart clenching in positive tension, cheeks flushed and your lips pulled between your teeth. If you just contemplated, it was like the time Jungkook had forced you to your first concert a few years ago, still in the last year of middle school. It was a rock band, you remembered and it was awesome! The night had ended in Jungkook taking your hand for the first time since kindergarten, the two of you slandering home with a burger in your hand.

You: Standing first row. The girl with the red shirt and the black leather shorts. Short and ready to party ;) [09:55pm]

The text was sent to Namjoon, informing him who he should look out for. He was nice and you could at least try to make the best of his politeness and handsomeness, right?

Five minutes before the concert's beginning you started to feel nervous, the palms of your hands sweaty while you heard your own heartbeat in your ears as the lights were switched off. A couple of minutes only the sound of footsteps and rustling of instruments were heard before a guitar's loud strum resonated through the speakers from the walls. Loud, deafening screams filled the hall, the headlights of the stage finally switched on, the band members standing in spotlight and you felt your heart drop to the ground at the sight only a few metres away from you.

You noticed Namjoon at first, looking for him the moment the headlight spotted the boys on stage. He looked as good as you remembered, his hair up high with a slight, confident grin plastered on his prominent lips. Namjoon's eyes locked with yours, his teeth showing in a bright, inviting smile.

Only then you saw Jungkook standing in the front, his leather pants and plain, white shirt clinging tight to his trained, athletic body, the black artwork on his arms dancing under the light while his chocolate brown eyes roamed around the hall, a smug smirk on his pink lips. He looked cocky, confident under the messy dark hair and the jewellery put on his wrists, fingers and ears as he let his head roll, jawline shown perfectly to the cheering crowd. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down before he leaned down, taking the microphone in his veiny hand.

“Hey”, was all he said, his deep voice made your hair stand straight. It sounded husky, roaring while he grinned at the dozen of hundred people lining the dark hall, his eyes showing his ecstasy. “We're here to support b/n and want to heat up the mood for them. Are you ready?”

All the people in the event-hall cheered, screamed at his words whilst he nodded at Namjoon and the other three boys behind him. Only then you noticed the grape haired guy still grinning at you. A small wave shown your way several girls went wild, thinking his motion was especially for them, what it weren't.

It was as if you were drawn to the lead singer, your best friend, feeling shitty for Namjoon, but you couldn't look away as Jungkook inhaled deeply, the guys behind him starting their first song. You recognized the melody immediately, remembered the way it evolved from a simple whistle of yours to the main song of their next album Jungkook worked on for months by now. The crowd held their breaths as Jungkook's voice hummed into the mic, a melodious sound, clear and beautiful. Shudders ran down your spine as he began to sing the lyrics you knew, his eyes closed for a whole minute, putting his feelings into every word that fell from his pretty lips. It was a heartbreaking song, his perfect voice reaching high and the girls beside you fell almost over each other, pushing violently from behind to get access to the front row.

He then exhaled right into the mic, the audience screaming at the sound that resembled dangerously the lewd noises two weeks ago, goosebumps lining your entire body remembering his own pleasure.

The song was over fast, his head falling back and the first drops of sweat pearling down his throat from the shining headlight dipping his body in light. Jungkook looked ethereal, otherworldly whereas he let out a sigh, his body moving rhythmically to the melody of the next song that was played by Namjoon and the other three. His legs tensed as he circled his hips against the microphone stand, the actual gadget pressed against his parted lips, singing a melody you also knew well, a melody that was used as a lullaby the first night Jungkook pulled you in his chest, your sobs stopping then. To your surprise was the song a cheerful one, representing Jungkook's, your feelings..?

A knot formed in your throat at the memory of that night, but you gulped it down, concentrating further on the guy whose music filled your body. You closed your eyes the moment he did, shifted your body the way he did, sang the words out of your lungs just as he did and in no time you felt as if you were in trance. Jungkook's voice had such impact on you that you forgot everything around you with the next song. Just as he shouted in the mic your eyes shot wide, cheering with the audience, singing loudly, dancing without averting your eyes even once. They were glued on the guy you knew so well, but discovered a new, thrilling side of his being you had never experienced until then.

You jumped up, watching him dance the way he moved with you, sweat flowing down his neck, his signature white shirt already transparent showing skin and other art tattooed on his upper body you didn't know about, but was very beautiful. Those dark locks clung onto his forehead, his lips spilling sweetness, but his body showing seduction, invitations for all girls in the hall, challenging them to do it alike, and so you did.

By the time they tuned in the fifth song, Jungkook's eyes traced the rows, smirking and crouching down to the right, his view suggestive as he winked to several cheering girls. You still felt as if being in trance as he moved along the stage, flirting immensely with the female fans, reaching forward to grab gifts and other naughty things they offered him. Jungkook smiled, turning around to walk back to his mic stand, his voice roaring through the speakers.

“Three songs left, are you already tired or why don't you cheer louder?”, he shouted, a bottle of water in his hand, gulping down the whole content in one go, his skin glistering in the headlights, hair wet and clothes soaked in sweat. Namjoon and the others didn't look any different, their bodies drenched, heavy breathing while taking the leaders short break to heat up the mood themselves. They took their own mics, talking and bickering while Jungkook ran his hands through his dampened hair, revealing his forehead and dark eyebrows. “The next song is one you all now, so I expect you to sing along as loud as you can!”

Jungkook nodded at Namjoon, smirking at him while the tall guy groaned, winking at you ere he tuned in the next song. You recognized it as the first song they produced, the audience louder than before and you seriously contemplated if the main band stood a chance against your best friend's. They sang along so well that Jungkook had time to flirt again, the girls next to you taking off their underwear, fanning it over their head to attract the vocalists attention, and it worked. He now sang along, voice loud and clear as he crouched down again, his one leg on the floor, holding him in place as he leaned in to take the girls' bras. His voice never stopped, singing his oldest, most loved song in passion, taking their underwear with a wink before his gaze roamed further in your direction.

Dark brown eyes got wide, sweat flowing in silence as his voice was stuck for a moment, the text forgetting as he met your own orbs. You smiled at him shyly, waving reluctantly while he started to lean back, his head falling on his neck, eyes closing as the brightest smile turned his dropped edges back up, his head shaking shortly before he pressed the microphone back on his lips to tune in again. His fingers lost touch of the girls' dirty gifts, his free hand running though his hair again while he let his body fall down, sitting on the edge of the stage. Jungkook's voice resonated through the huge venue, sweet and husky, his deep gaze locking with yours, not leaving you for a split moment. He just sat there looking at you, intimate, the way he watched you while serenading you to sleep when you two were alone. His lips curled, pink and wet from sweat, his cheeks flushed and tattoos covered in the glistering drops of his salty sweat, moving his upper body lasciviously to the beat, slowly, sexily.

You on the other side sang along, moving your body to the beat and the strums of the guitar whilst signalling him to stand up again. And so he did, shaking his head while chuckling, the sound coming out of the speakers as the song ended, moving back to the middle of the stage. The last two songs filled the air, the lead singer's view focused on your dancing features, sweat now soaking the group from top to toe. It was over faster than you wished for, your excitement still filling your entire body as the members all thanked the cheering, loud crowd ere they went off stage, Jungkook still watching you with his typical grin.

Ten minutes later you heard the audience again, just as loud as before did their voices fill the hall, the main band now singing their first song as you tried to get to the back door, wanting some fresh air after the heat in your bones and lungs.

Aching you reached the door, but a hand shot forward grabbing you by the shoulder to spin you around. A few centimetres away from your own red face you could meet the familiar dark eyes of your best friend who took you by the hand, leading you a way around the audience in silence, his body dressed in a wide hoodie, face covered by the pullover's hood to get through the crowd unrecognised as the vocalist of the previous band. His hand felt so warm, sweaty as he rushed backstage with a nod at the security man. Steps large and body tense he let go of you the moment he closed the dressing room behind him, Namjoon and the other guys greeting you with loud voices.

“Y/n! You seriously came!”, Namjoon rounded Jungkook to hug you tightly, his fragrance tinged in light cologne and sweat. “You look gorgeous by the way”, he grinned, taking your body in with a whistle.

“Ah yeah, it's nice to see you. The show was bomb, guys!”

You saw two familiar faces, having a hard time remembering their names..Jimin and Taehyung, but the last member new to you.

“Hey, I'm y/n”, you introduced yourself, but he didn't care as he only nodded, scrolling through his phone uninterested. You looked around just to see Jungkook chewing on his bottom lip while checking you out the way Namjoon just did. “So, when are your next concerts? I'm in, guys. How could I miss your gigs so far?”

Laughing Namjoon lay his arm around your shoulder, offering you a seat on the black leather sofa while you earned an annoyed glare of the guy whose name you didn't know of.

“Why are you always bringing the fucking bitches in here? If you wanna fuck our fans do it in the bathroom, but not in our dressing room, god damn. Can you leave with your booty call?”

All eyes shot towards Jungkook, except from yours as you just looked at the guy who never even turned your way, not even after his dumb comment towards you. But before you could defend yourself, another voice rang through the room.

“Dude, thin ice”, Jimin patted the guy's shoulder chuckling. “She's Jungkook's best friend. The girl he always talks about”, winking your way he chirped the last words, looking back from you to Jungkook who stood there in silence close to the door where you also were a second ago.

“So why's she with Namjoon then? He eats her alive, don't get on my fucking nerves”, he stood up, looking straight at the tall guy next to you who waited patiently for the lead singer to say something.

Your best friend just scratched his neck, his tongue pressed against his cheeks as his eyes searched for the dude's ones. “Better shut your mouth, Hoseok. Now.”

Hoseok looked past you to Jungkook, towards Namjoon and back to Jungkook, then his eyes got wide with regret. “Fuck.”

“It's okay, you're not the first, right Jimin?”, you giggled, winking at the smaller guy who just chuckled opening a beer for him and his friends to lighten the mood again. He was the one that made a wrong comment the last time, Jungkook angry with his friend.

The atmosphere lost its tension while you explained to the guys that Namjoon invited you over, to their gig and the after show party. Jungkook who seemed not amused nodded, his gaze on you. “So, when's the party starting?”

Laughter filled the dressing room, as well as a snort of your best friend and several voices at the same time.

“After one”, Jungkook finally answered, stretching his muscles before falling on the free spot next to you. His sticky arm pulled you closer, but you really didn't want that right now as you were here for Namjoon's attention, so you wiggled yourself out of his touch, Jungkook glaring at you with furrowed brows. In silence he let his arm drop whereas you slid further to his friend, starting a conversation about having some nice drinks and even nicer 'talks' that night. Your attempts to flirt got answered immediately, Namjoon's hand on your bare knee, the spot prickling with heat as he told you about their upcoming events, starting next week in an even larger hall. Excited the other guys tuned in, dreaming of the biggest stadiums the world has to offer. Your eyes were glued on the guy's really cute dimples, his smile warm and despite his intimate touch polite. He seemed perfect for the plan on getting a distraction from the boy who recently broke your heart in two. The fact that he also used girls as toys was acceptable for the idea in just having some nice hook ups with the lean, tall guy.

The only problem to that plan was the tattooed boy on the other side, Jungkook. He constantly glared at you and his friend, breathing intentionally loud to make his uneasiness place.

“Any fine girls in the crowd today, Kookie? I need a good fuck tonight”, Taehyung licked his red lips, eyes flying over to you.

Jungkook shrugged, a smirk plastered on his handsome face, smug and cheesy. “One or two are acceptable.”

“Acceptable is enough for me”, his friend laughed, changing his clothes right in front of you. First his soaked shirt, then his tight pants flew to the ground revealing a toned, tanned body, but you didn't even try to look away. “What about you, y/n? Free to fuck tonight? My offer is up.”

At first it set you aback, but then you remembered that Namjoon may think about that question a lot, his fingers massaging your soft thigh in anticipation of your answer.

“She's not”, Jungkook's voice spit fire, groaning and deep responding to Tae's blunt offer. “Y/n's-”

“I'm in for a good, rough fuck Tae, but not with you tonight, sorry. But I'll come back to your charming invitation”, you nudged Jungkook and told this lie only to make him more frustrated. As if you would take Namjoon and Taehyung for what you had planned. Tae was a lot more of a flirt, who would only use you for his own purpose, but this time you wanted to do that. Surely it wasn't the most feminine way to deal with a break up, but it was your best friend's advice and he was right. You should have fun yourself, kicking the bastard who broke your heart and hurt you even after that in the ass!

Tae pouted, his big eyes tinged in playful disappointment, but then he grinned at you. “If you like it nasty you should come to me. You can say I'm the second dirtiest in this room, so I'm up for everything baby.”

“Is that so”, you grinned, cocking your eyebrows up. “I could've sworn your the nastiest of them all.”

“Wrong, baby, it's your boy”, he gestured towards Jungkook whose gaze was narrowed in awkwardness. Your boy. What a funny way to describe your best friend.

Who would have thought that Jungkook was the bad boy of the group. But as you thought about it, yes he was the guy who broke the most hearts and fucked around on his dick's content. He may have the most girls in bed, and after all those stories you heard about him..yes, Jungkook was the dirtiest playboy around.

“It's past twelve already, anyone wanna grab a bite before the party?”, Jimin asked, finishing his beer ere he stood up. Namjoon, Taehyung as well as Hoseok and you agreed, following Jimin to the exit, but your best friend stopped you the moment you wanted to stand up from the sofa.

“We need five minutes”, he said, motioning for the others not to wait. The door closed. “Y/n..” The usual sound of his begging voice in form of your name got you, like every time. “Y/n..”

You rolled your eyes. “Boy, spit it.”

Jungkook looked at you, his expression hidden. “Namjoon isn't the right one to play around with, y/n.”

Your name falling from his pink lips gradually got on your nerves, his tip none of your business. “Listen, I'm old enough don't you think? Leave me the fuck be and let me fuck him however I want.” In sudden rage you stood up, leaving him frozen in place to follow the other four. He was your best friend, and he had the nerve to pester you about not fucking other guys as he was doing it daily with girls. Who knew the cause of the bad tension between you two, but after your break up it felt strange to stay with Jungkook. Arguing over the smallest things which you never did before..

To your surprise didn't he follow you why you were thankful. You and special, strange thoughts needed air from him right now and there was someone else who could give you such air.

“Namjoon!”, you called out to him, his broad back straightening at your voice.

“..then I found the little crab! Finally! God damn, I have a weakness for those small mother fuckers.”

You held your stomach, it ached from the laughter already. After you chased the guys to get some food the after show party had started, so you and Namjoon had the chance to talk alone for a while, what you did. He was such a cheerful, polite guy that your heart fluttered the moment he touched you unconditionally, first your bare legs than his arm around your waist while you two sat in a corner of the location where the party took place. Namjoon and you flirted like hell, telling each other compliments from time to time and even exchanging some dirtier stories. But mostly you listened in on him, watched him smile at you whilst he told you jokes.

The moment you stepped out of the room you hadn't seen Jungkook again. He most certainly was pissed off for the time being, snatching one girl after the other to let his anger free. But you didn't care as long as you had the grape haired boy and his sweet dimples next to you.

“Wanna get another drink?”, you asked sweetly. “I'm so thirsty after your stories, Namjoon!”

You nudged his side, winking at him as you stood up from your spot to get to the bar. He waited for you as he was the one who brought you the drinks throughout the night. At the bar you ordered two shots and two beers, waiting patiently while scanning the room. You witnessed a huge amount of girls, lasciviously moving their curves for the men in the room, grinding against them and making out with a dozen of band members. And Jungkook.

He had two chicks in his arms and a couple circling him and Hoseok, groping their asses and enjoying the attention they got from the female guests of the after show party. One of the young women stroked his new, clean shirt down to his pants where her hand landed right above his dick wherefore your best friend cocked his brows up, smugly smirking down at her, checking out if her body was suited for what he had planned for the night. And then another girl also let her hand wander down, her fingers squeezing his thighs and you felt a strange tinge of jealously sparkling through your mind at her aberrant brush. They dared to touch Jungkook so bluntly in front of everyone, but no one seemed to mind their naughty touches. And then you saw why.

The main band Jungkook's played the fore-band for was made of four guys, and all of those four guys just played with some women, touching them, kissing them and even humping them. You immediately looked away, disgust written all over your face. It wasn't your thing to get intimate with another human that obvious inside the location, not even if you drank till never land. Your eyes darted back, averting Jungkook's group of slutty girls to Namjoon who waited for you to return, taking a few pictures of the party. Smiling proudly of your catch for the next nights and his humble behaviour your gaze was drawn to the lead singer again.

This time he also saw you, pulling his eyebrows up a second time, the meaning different for you. He nodded your way, his eyes telling you that he wasn't content with what you were doing hence you did it alike, gesturing down his pants where the two girls played with his belt. You formed the words 'disgusting' and 'shame on you' with your mouth, wetting them with your tongue. Jungkook only shrugged his shoulders, smacking the girls' hand off of his jeans to free himself, walking casually slowly through the dancing masses, confident of the looks which were thrown at him from the girls he passed by.

“How's the party? Nice, huh? So many fine girls”, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, turning you around to motion through the room.

You smelled the beer and other alcoholic drinks on his breath as he leaned in, his cheek against yours while gesturing towards the small group of men that started to strip the girls out of their dresses, groping them at their private places.

“That's the way I like parties, y/n. Dirty little sluts stripping, some men having the pleasure while getting a good fuck on the side”, he directed you to a man who was hastily pulling a woman's skirt up to..well, yeah. How gross could some people be? Fucking right here? Well, the main band members gradually unbuckled their belts and you were afraid to see the following turns this evening had to offer. So this was the kind of party that took place after their gigs..Shuddering you avoided your gaze, directing it back to the boy whose hands touched you on your shoulders beside you. “Or that, a nice guy all over another bitch while his girl gets him a drink.”

Jungkook turned you in the direction where Namjoon sat, but what you were able to see shook you a bit. Namjoon had a girl on his lap, his hands on her breasts, tongue entwined with hers as they made out passionately. Her hands did something above his down-low area, and whatever it was she did, he undeniable loved it, thrusting up. Hit by that view you averted your eyes as well, turning to the counter to grab your shot that finally arrived, gulping it and the other one down.

“That's how it is, y/n. I warned you”, Jungkook chuckled amused, taking one of the beers you previously had ordered for Namjoon and yourself. “Still want to fuck him?”, he leaned against the counter, wiggling his dark brows without looking at you, darting his red tongue over the bottle's opening.

What should you tell him? Yes, you still wanted to get distraction from your heartbreak, but on the other side, no, you seriously didn't want to be just another puppet of his friend's. But was he any different to you? The answer was no, he was exactly the same thing to you as you to him. A quick, maybe even good, fuck, a thing for one or two nights, nothing more.

Sighing you let yourself fall on one of the stools lining the bar, crossing your legs while watching your best friend checking out other girls. “I'll still try my best.”

Wide eyes looked at you in doubt, Jungkook's mouth parted as if he wanted to say something, closing it just a moment later. It wasn't the answer he expected, but it was the truth.

“Don't let your bitches wait, big boy”, you patted Jungkook's broad shoulder, signalling him to go back to where he came from, the young, slutty women already glaring at their made up rival. “They're waiting and I think I have to get what I want, too.”

Adjusting your short leather pants – or pulling them almost over your ass cheeks – you made your way towards Namjoon, your beer in the hand you approached them. Then you 'accidentally tripped' and out of pure accident your beer splashed all the way out of the bottle, soaking the girl and Namjoon from top to toe with the prickling liqiour.

“Oh no”, you said monotone, your free hand held above your mouth in faked shock. “God, how can I be that clumsy? Fuck me, I'm sorry.” You tilted your head, the gaze Namjoon gifted you with amused and perplex at the same time as the girl had caught most of your anger in the form of your beer. From close behind you heard Jungkook's low voice repressing his laughter, his presence right behind you, but you didn't care.

“You bitch, you did it on purpose! There isn't even a thing you could trip over!”, the girl was furious, her clothes and hair ruined severely, glaring at you while jumping up from Namjoon's lap. She ran faster than lightning, her curses loud and clear as she left the room.

Chuckling evilly you turned to Jungkook, winking at him. “Told you, I'm a big girl.”

“You definitely are, y/n!”, he patted your head, stroking gently over your hair. “Now come, let's get you another beer.”

You shook your head. “Go on, but I need to do another thing. See you.” With that you grabbed Namjoon's hand, pulling him behind you towards the exit that lead to the backyard out into the fresh air, away from the heated atmosphere that smelled like sex. He was confused, his hand stiff, sweaty as you pushed him against the brick wall behind the location.

“What-”

“I should ask you that. What were you even doing? Two minutes and another girl jumped on your dick. That's fast, Namjoon”, you said, tilting your head again. You tried to copy Jungkook's confident behaviour if he caught one of his next preys, you only a lot shorter and feminine. “Spit it.”

Namjoon squirmed, scratching the back of his head, avoiding your stare nervously. “Jungkook doesn't approve if one of us touch you..you're his..”

“Bu-hullisht!”, you shouted, not fathoming that Jungkook had such impact on a guy like Namjoon. Who even thought he he was? Neither your boyfriend nor your fuck buddy and most definitely not someone who was allowed to decide over your head who should hook up with you and who not. Hence you stood on your tip toes, your hands enclosing around Namjoon's soft hair, pressing your lips heavily on his plump ones, tasting the handsome guy with all you've got. Reluctantly he wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you in for him to kiss you, too. His taste was bittersweet, booze mixing with other alcohols, so solid and wet on yours. You didn't care if it was too fast or not the right timing, but you didn't even wait for access as you shoved your tongue through his plump lips, sucking on his while he grunted in your mouth. Namjoon certainly wasn't someone who allowed anyone to be dominant with him, but here you were in charge.

“I'm my own damn woman!”, you declared during a short break, his breath hitting your face. Then your lips clashed onto each other again, wet sound filling the air around you, your core being pulled against his, his hands on your ass. You moaned at this action, a muffled noise by his passionate next kiss.

It was the way you wanted to be distracted from Yoongi, your mind occupied by another guy other than him, his touches erased by another guy's. His heart shaped lips replaced by someone's that weren't his. You imagined yourself being like this after you got the advice to let yourself have fun from Jungkook and here you finally stood in the middle of the night, pressed against an attractive man whose tongue played experienced with yours, making you squirm under his rough touches. You closed your eyes shut, letting yourself feel the sensation of your body massaged by a guy that wasn't Yoongi, big hands stroking your ass, a bittersweet taste on your lips and chocolate brown eyes behind his dark, raven locks..

Thanks to your tipsy mind you started to let your hands wander down the guy's upper body to the hem of his shirt, feeling the warm skin of his abs on your cool hands. He felt solid and lean under your palms, fingers grazing the button of his jeans, your own mewl muffled by the guy's tongue that was pushed passed your own closed lips, roaming in your mouth, caressing your tongue with his. A picture formed behind your eyes as his big hands glided under your shirt touching your back, opening the clasp of your bra. His fingers then slid around your waist up to your bare breasts underneath your red shirt, taking your mounds in his warm hands. With still closed eyes you kissed him heavily, his fingers stroking over your nipples which were hard from the coldness around you, taking them in between his digits, pinching them whilst an aroused moan reached your ears. It felt good, so good to be touched by him. Therefore your own hands brushed over his clothed bulge, never letting go of his lips as the picture got clearer, more defined in your head. Grabbing his cock over his jeans you started to squeeze it, his own fingertips pressing your erect nipples strongly, soft moans spilling from your lips.

The image in your head was arousing, turning you on to the point where your panties were coated in your juices, the guy's lips and touches fuelling your lust. In your head you saw yourself pressing a tall guy against a wall, his big, veiny hands groping you the way he always did to other girls, his legs spread wide for you to touch his bulge, stroking it strongly. His dark locks brushing your forehead while playing deliciously with your tongue, sucking on it, entwining it with his, his soft, dark moans in your ears, slightly muffled by your own wet lips. He would touch you the way you wanted to be caressed, his familiar sweetness filling your nostrils whereas he lifted you up, turning the tables to press you to the wall, hovering over you with his dark eyes, the silvery earrings shining in the street lamp. He would tease you with his fingers right here, and you would moan his name only for him..

In one go you opened your eyes, seeing not the guy you imagined him to be. You apologised as you pushed yourself off of Namjoon who protested slightly as you closed your bra, adjusting your clothes in a sudden rash. He seemed confused about the situation, because one second you were fire and flame and the other you were cold as ice, refusing any other physical contact from the guy who wasn't the one distracting you from your ex, Yoongi. You didn't even understand the situation yourself.

“I'm sorry, Namjoon, let's do this some ot-” You body collided with someone's, a loud grunt reaching your ears, a questioning glance out of chocolate eyes catching your wild ones. A girl in his arm Jungkook tilted his head, the situation not as it seemed as his darted towards heavy panting Namjoon. His expression told you how pissed of he was, how disappointed in you while pulling his catch of the time being closer into his side. She clung onto your friend, pulling her brows up while hissing at you. So she was the lucky one who got to fuck Jungkook right now?

“Already finished, Joons? She made you come pretty fast”, his deep voice was mocking his friend, enough for you to take your legs in your hands and start rushing back inside. Not that the girl beside him wasn't enough for you to run, your own brain forming those damn pictures wouldn't let you go, you could run through the entire city and they would still be present despite your desperate tries not to.

Jungkook was the last human you wanted to see right now. He reminded you of the naughty pictures and the treacherous reaction of your own body to the images of Jungkook and you behind the building, his kisses, his touches, moans.. Shaking your head you went back to the bar in fast movements, shivering, aroused, regretting whatever your head made of a few minutes ago. Why was he interrupting your final distraction? Couldn't he wait till later? Why him? Why your own best friend? You felt nothing but eternal brotherly love for him, not tension in a sexual way..right?

Your head on the counter you ordered a dozen of shots, drowning in your own despair while gulping the first burning glass down your throat. With wild thoughts running riot in your head you straightened yourself, swallowing another one. It calmed you down, at least a bit while you refrained from watching the other guests, afraid to be the witness of an orgy wherefore you just stared blankly on your shots, taking one from time to time. The burning liquid was balm for the soul, your nagging thoughts drifting apart with every new shot..despite the one that was most severe.

Jeon Jungkook.

Groaning you landed face down on the bar, cursing yourself for your dumbness. Jungkook wasn't the object of your sexual need, he was the one soothing you mentally, not physically. So why the hell were you thinking of him that way the last two weeks? To be honest, his statue, his voice, his good looks were stuck in your head since you danced sexily with each other. All those years you wanted him as your friend, never even contemplated of hooking up as it would ruin everything you two shared over twenty years of your friendship. But why wouldn't you stop thinking about his dick when you wanted Namjoon? He was the one you really wanted to sleep with right now, wanted to feel him and kiss him, not Jungkook! Sighing you made up your mind, fishing for your phone to send him a text.

You: Namjoon? [03:04am]

You: I'm sorry to leave you like that, but I should be honest with you [03:06am]

You had difficulties typing the words without any typos, concentrating seriously on your fingers' movements.

You: My boyfriend broke up with me two weeks ago and I just wanted to get a distraction of that sucker [03:10am]

You: fucker* [03:10am]

He had seen those three messages, your heart clenching at the words that formed on your display. Black on white. There it was..Yoongi had left you. Shaking your heavy head you concentrated again. No place to let this fact sink any further.

You: I thought you were the perfect guy for some nights. Let me make it up to you next weekend, okay? [03:13am]

Only a second later you got his response, faster than you expected after you left him standing like a wet dog.

Namjoon: It's set. No backing out the next time. I have damn blue balls [03:13am]

Namjoon: Take care, y/n. See you next weekend ;) [03:14am]

Relieved you exhaled. He wasn't angry with you, rather than that he was caring, no forceful way of handling what you told him. Thankful you shoved your phone back in, standing up shakily. Next weekend you would make up for your thoughts, for the way you had rejected him tonight and foremost for the way how you did it, in front of his band member and best friend. Hopefully Namjoon wouldn't tell Jungkook what really happened. Well what would he tell him anyway?..Wait. In your head you moaned a name, but did your lips form this word, too? God, please not.

As fast as your wobbling legs took you, you tried to leave that shitty party. The last three were disasters, boring although you drank, but something was missing.

You opened one door to the next, but none got you out of here. After your fifth door you found the one you escaped from Namjoon and Jungkook, stepping out behind the building which was the wrong way, a lane that got you nowhere but on the yard. Cursing you tried one of the other doors lining the brick wall, hoping one would get you to the main entrance or a hidden path that lead to the street. The first one was locked, the second one leading you to a dark corridor and the third metal door stuck. Due to that you pulled the doorknob strongly. It opened a crack, your foot holding it open as you peeped through it, breath stuck in your throat.

“Faster..fuck”, the girl who previously clung on your best friend's arm was pushed face down to the cold storage room's floor, her expression painted in pure pleasure whilst a guy held her hips high in the air, her round ass for his display. He pounded mercilessly, grunts spilling from his pink lips, his head falling back, but you recognized him everywhere, in every position. His sharp jawline, his sweaty neck, his big, veiny hands on skin that wasn't his..or yours. His many tattoos covering those muscular arms which lined a path over his chest to art you had never seen before, holding the girl's body in the best position for him to fuck her violently, his hips hitting her ass loud, smacking.

“I told you to shut the fuck up. Your fucking voice turns me off”, Jungkook's voice was furious, his brows furrowed, a tiny wrinkle of anger emerging between them for a split second.

You repressed a cry, but a muffled noise still escaped your mouth, the pounding boy's head shooting forward. Jungkook never lost pace, the girl oblivious to your staring eyes, but your best friend met yours the moment he saw someone peeping.

He was hot, his toned chest heaving heavily, his face tinged in pink, lips bit by his teeth whereas he still rolled his hips into the girl's, his sweat flowing down in droplets over his flexing abs. Fortunately you couldn't see further down than his toned stomach, his hips and cock hidden by the young woman's body. His gaze told you to watch or leave, but he wouldn't stop for you. Not after what he happened between his friend, Namjoon, and you only a few metres from this room.

You didn't dare to move, afraid that the girl might catch you staring, but you had to. Jungkook's lips parted, his eyebrows furrowed whilst a deep, feral sound resonated through the storage room and that was the sign for you to leave immediately. Stumbling across him fucking another girl was one thing you could cope with if you seriously worked on it, but witnessing him coming would be way too much for the haze in your head. Without closing the door you ran the way you came from, opening the door, rushing back inside. You breathed heavily, looking for a familiar face and as you found Jimin in a corner with a few chicks around him you had no other chance but to ask him to show you the way out. It was easier than you thought, only the way down, first door on the left.

Instead of getting a cab like you planned you walked back home, a whole hour, but it was worth it. Your head spun. There was too much going on whenever you decided to go out to have some simple fun. Way too fucking much for your liking. It was the second time in two damn weeks you had caught Jungkook dipping his dick into a girl's whole, either be it her mouth or pussy. In the twenty years of your close friendship you had never seen him doing dirty things, not even once. Now two times in two weeks.. There was something odd about it, as if he wanted to be caught by you..which was illusional, wasn't it?

Kicking an empty cup on the street you let out a frustrated cry, your voice echoing from the silent street. The cup fell down the pavement in one go, flying across the street with a dull sound. Sighing you collected yourself, walking hastily through the dark street, sparsely light lighting your way back home. Several confusing thoughts rushed through your mind starting with the point of you kissing Namjoon.

He was a great guy, maybe with some extreme flaws if it came to his habit of getting his cock sucked, fucked or whatever, but all in all a polite, cute, funny guy who made you laugh for the first half of the night. Namjoon told you about himself, about his family and how he started making music as he was only a teenager. And he also tried to show genuine interest in what you told him about yourself. Although he seemed to be wanting you, something was off..was missing whilst kissing him. You enjoyed his touches, but only if you closed your eyes and another man crept inside your head. And it wasn't Yoongi or Taehyung who you found utterly hot though. It was your damn best friend.

Jungkook never tried to do anything to you, not this way. He was your rock, solid, caring, holding you whenever you needed him. You loved him the way you would love a brother (if you had one), feelings of friendship, but not lust, craving and arousal if you thought of him. You shouldn't contemplate fucking him anymore, even though you had witnessed doing that to the girl before, but that was none of your business.

Running your hands through your hair you inhaled deeply to calm your hitching nerves. It was the right time to stop now. You would take Namjoon without Jungkook's image, so you had planned for the next weekend. It was most important to draw a demarcation line, transparent only in your head. Best friend was best friend, his caring, sweet personality towards you out of place. You definitely would avoid all physical contact for the next weeks to clear the mess in your head. Yes, you had feelings for him, but they all lead to his bedroom, no romantic ones, but those a girl should only have for guys she wanted to fuck, not for her best friend.

How could you look Jungkook in the eyes if you felt pure sexual desire for him at the moment? You bet it was because of the damn hormones running riot in your body. First a heartbreak, then his care, then Namjoon and now your brain was confused, not at its right place, putting the guys in the wrong order. Due to that you felt a little lighter, the nagging feeling of betrayal to your long-lasting friendship gradually vanishing thanks to the long walk through the night.

For the next few days you had made up a plan. At first you would try not to get into touch with Jungkook's skin. Then you would hook up with Namjoon to get your ex-boyfriend out of your aching heart, for fun and attention. And lastly you would be your old self without such unusual, terrible feelings, which were all about his dick, for your best friend. Maybe you just needed a good, rough fuck like you told Taehyung in the dressing room, your problems disappearing into thin air after that.

Light-footed you walked the last ten minutes home, a faint smile contouring your lips after you had made up your blurry mind, determined to do what you had decided on.

A loud noise woke you up at six am. Your bell. It was frantically pressed, the buzzing sound leaving you with your pillow pressed down on your face to muffle the sound. Why was this scene so common the last days?

Who the hell had the nerve to be that freaking annoying at six in the morning after a night out? There was only one guy who came to mind, most certainly drunk and raging.

You had no idea how you got out of bed with the pillow wrapped around the back of your head, hands pressing it on your ears, but you peeped through the hole on your door. Nobody in sight, so the nuisance must stand outside in front of the main door that lead up to your apartment. You pressed the button, a loud thud followed whilst a drunken Jungkook came tumbling down the hall. He looked pissed off, his cheeks a darker hue than normally, his hair a raven mess, but what made you giggle was the way he tried to look composed whereas he staggered with every step.

“Just how much did you drink after I went home?”, you asked, pulling your eyebrows up. Jungkook didn't answer, but glared at you out of the blur that must've been right in front if his dark eyes. “Sure come in.”

Jungkook sat on your couch the moment you closed the door after he just went in. “Why are you fucking my friend?”

His question took you aback as you did it alike, sitting beside him and leaning against the rest, your pillow in your arms to warm you up after waking up so brutally.

“I fucking saw you, y/n”, you heard the drowsiness in his voice, the effort he had to put in it to form the words without slurring them. “You grabbed his dick and he has no right to touch your breasts like that! Man, I'm angry at you..”

In silence you listened to his tipsy rant, his deep voice stuck at the last words. Now you had two options, telling him calmly about what happened between Namjoon and you, or shouting at him that he should stay in his lane, not confusing your feelings even more. Let's see..

“Listen, Jungkook. I don't know why you're even mad with me. I can do what I want, you know?”

“No you can't! You're too fucking pure to fuck around! And not with Namjoon, god dammit. He is playing with-”

You had tried. A short try, but you seriously went for option number one, at least once. And you had to take into consideration that you just woke up.

“Oh, no, shut up, will you?”, you straightened yourself, your face traced with anger and frustration. “You tell me not to fuck around? Well, what're you doing then, hm? I saw those girl touching your damn dick in the room, then another girl on her knees in the storage room while you fucked her without even stopping as I came in! How fucked up is that!?” Your voice got louder with every word until you shouted at him, the bundled up feelings you had repressed bursting now. “I saw you, Jungkook! Tell me what were you doing!”

He hesitated, flinching at your sharp tone before he chewed on his bottom lip, regret painting his handsome, flushed face. “Yeah, I'm sorry, okay? I should've stopped..”

“But you haven't and now you want to tell me not to do it alike? If anything like this happens again just fucking stop fucking whoever lays beneath you, you dirty fool! This damn pic is printed behind my eyelids! And you! You haven't even seen anything lewd. We kissed, got it? Kissed, Jungkook, not fucked like you did right there”, you sighed exaggerating, your breathing heavy after your outburst. “Don't tell me what to do if you're the one who constantly fucks around. You're not my dad, boyfriend or anything else in that direction who could stop me from doing what I want.”

Okay, that was a bit much, but you had to say it. He was the one who were allowed to hook up with a couple of girls a night, but shame on you if you kissed some other man than your boyfriend? Jungkook wasn't that prude to tell a girl she shouldn't play around, or who did he want to fuck then?

“Is that so..”, Jungkook's eyes darted your way, checking you out from your bare feet to the big shirt you wore to sleep. “Only kissed?” He sounded as if he hadn't noticed your other words, ignoring them completely.

Rolling your eyes you moaned in desperation. Your nerves were stretched out, he too out of his mind from the booze to get what you told him the whole time. He was drunk, but dense too? “Fucking yes. God, boy go to sleep and shut up. We can talk if you're sober!” You threw your pillow at him, taking the thin, folded blanket off of your couch to hand it to him.

“Tell me that it would end with the kiss”, Jungkook rubbed over his face. “Don't be stupid, y/n.”

“Go. To. Sleep”, you roared. It was enough now, your nerves twitching again wherefore you crossed your arms in front of the wide shirt ere you turned around to leave him alone for the night. He was too drunk to talk properly, his brain occupied by the alcohol and the picture of you and Namjoon although you only kissed for tonight.

You heard a rustling sound, steps and felt his heat behind you why you turned in his direction, seeing that he was standing right behind your back, the pillow in one hand, the blanket in the other. If there was one word to describe his features and the blank, innocent expression on his face it would be 'puppy'. Following obedient with confusion lacing his pretty face, his body staggering on its place, composing himself not to fall onto you.

“You're sleeping on the couch”, you gestured towards your large sofa.

“What? Why?”, his deep voice showed his frustration as he panic looked at you. “We always sleep next to each other. Always, y/n.”

You nodded, taking his complaints in faked consideration. “You're right. It's time to change that habit. Good night, big boy.”

With that you closed the door that lead to your bedroom, Jungkook's eyes showing his disappointment and doubt, thinking it was a bad joke, but whilst he stood there he realized that you were serious. You heard him cursing, but his steps signalled you he was going back to the couch.

Proud at yourself for being strict to him you closed your eyes, but it took long before you fell asleep, your head spinning from different thoughts again.

A few hours later you woke up from a restless sleep. Limbs stiff, eyelids heavy you stood up, taking a quick shower in silence not to wake the sleeping guy on your couch. Jungkook was sparsely covered by the blanket, his face down on the material of your sofa while you heard him smacking his lips. It was one of the few moments you witnessed him defenceless. Usually he would never show anyone this side of him, too afraid to get hurt again from a person who he cared for, was close to him. You knew his fear was caused by his parents' divorce, leaving the sixteen years old boy all alone with you and your family to chase their own dreams. Jungkook could never cope with that, the reason he changed drastically throughout the last six years.. Sighing you pulled the blanket over his still dressed body after you got out of your bathroom, brushing his locks out of his face carefully not to wake the sleepy boy.

“Y/n?”, the raven haired guy mumbled your name, opening one eye briefly to check if it was really you.

“Good morning sunshine. I didn't want to wake you up”, you whispered leaving the room to get into the kitchen to heat up your tea and some coffee for your best friend. Over the quite loud sounds inside the room you could hear him aching, stretching with a loud groan. Then Jungkook leaned against the kitchen's door frame, smiling at you awkwardly, most certainly remembering his rant last night. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please. And a pill for my head”, he tried to adjust his sweaty clothes, dirty and stinking from the night.

You poured him a cup after the coffee was ready, taking a seat across from him on the small table in your kitchen, your own tea in your hand. Nobody said anything, enjoying the silence of a late saturday morning, the weather cold, rainy outside your cozy home. Drops of rain sprinkled against your closed window, flowing into the ones further down, mixing with them over and over again. Your eyes followed the droplets, mind free from all negative thoughts which clouded your judgement the night. Jungkook also stared at the window next to the both of you, his eyes glued to one point, lost in his thoughts..

“I had no right to be that possessive of you”, his voice filled the silence with meaning, words honest. “I'm really sorry that I tried to protect you from a guy who is exactly like me..” Jungkook's dark oculars never left the spot on the window, talking more to himself than to you, but you nodded anyway, accepting what he meant by saying you should refrain from hooking up with Namjoon. “Be careful, will you? I have no right to..but..” He stopped, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth, chocolate eyes looking at you for the first time after yesterday.

“But?”, you asked, sipping on your tea, waiting for him to go on.

Jungkook sighed, scratching the back of his head before he shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing. Just tell me how I can make up for the shit I tried to shove on you”, a faint smile crawled onto his pink lips, but you knew that he hasn't spoken out what he really wanted to say and that was okay with you. Pestering him to speak up was never your way handling each other wherefore you nodded.

“Let me think about it a bit”, you chirped, the tight, heavy stone around your heart fell off with his words. “Are you free this week?”

Jungkook slurped on his hot pot of coffee, his brows shooting high. “Not really. We have a large concert next weekend and have to prepare for it. But if you want you can lend me a hand with some songs.”

Pouting you contemplated if it would be alright to see Namjoon and Jungkook in the same room, the shame you felt still surrounding you. That was the reason you reluctantly agreed. “Let's do this, then..”

Your phone vibrated, a call interrupting your conversation. The name on your display made you groan. Mom. Showing Jungkook your screen he started to chuckle.

“A nice woman, don't let her wait”, he grinned at you, his opinion on your mother was high from the very beginning. He liked her food, and she liked his politeness and sweetness from the first time you had introduced him in kindergarten (even though they knew him a lot longer than that).

“Hello?”

“Y/n, finally you answer my call! Child where have you been the last days?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes as to why Jungkook repressed a chuckle. He knew your mother well, she exaggerated every situation, especially after you told her about your break up. She was your mother, so she had to support you, but her love had no limit. “I was busy. What's up though? Is dad fine?”

Jungkook tilted his head, trying to catch some words your mother said.

“All good all good. He's busy with the garden, as always”, she paused for a brief moment, her voice tinged in faked loneliness, and you knew what was about to come next. “I'm all alone, y/n. Come and visit your mother more often. How about this thursday after work? I buy cake and your favourite milk..”

“This thursday noon?”, you asked her, your eyes flying towards Jungkook, knowing how he could make up for the disturbance this early morning. “Sounds great, but buy enough cake for four people. I bring Jungkook.”

The guy across from you got wide eyes, silently shaking his head in denial. “Don't, y/n, I have to prepare that night-”

“Hm? Ah, yes yes, he looks forward to see you, too”, you giggled as Jungkook stood up, rushing to your side across from the table to snatch your phone away. You bent forward, his hands laying on your sides to tease you, your laughter filling the kitchen. “No, all good, mom. See you on thursday!”

You hung up, glaring at your best friend who looked utterly frustrated right now. His hands still touched you by your sides, tickling your sensitive spots. “Stop it, I already hung up!” Wiggling out of his touch you motioned for him to sit back down.

“Why were you saying I come along?”, he looked at you with big doe eyes, his lips a straight line. Shrugging your shoulders you dropped your phone on the table, grinning at him evilly.

“You offered me to make up for the night”, you began tilting your head and smiling at frustrated Jungkook. “After that you have enough time to prepare whatever you have to do, and if its too late I lend you a hand, okay?”

He wasn't content with the idea, you saw it, but the tattooed boy nodded anyway. “You're the worst best friend of the world.”

Smiling brightly you nodded, previous forbidden, salacious thoughts shoving to the furthest corner of your mind. Worst best friend nailed it. Inside your body a familiar tiny voice screamed at you, but you wouldn't show him your frustration as you two exchanged plans for the thursday.

“At noon means? Three?”, he asked, his coffee blowing, a gust of the bitterness filling your nose. “Then let's stay until five. If you help me I could make the preparations before the show on friday.”

You nodded, face hidden behind your own pot. “Are the tickets sold out?”, you asked grinning at him. “I think I might be addicted by now. You never invited me over”, pouting you looked at him out of big eyes.

“I have my reasons, okay? But go on, I have an extra ticket to give to someone. I also get one I can gift”, he smirked down your way, winking. “Never used it, but you can have it, y/n. Free access every time at every concert.”

Brightly you smacked the surface of your kitchen table. “I'll be there. Every. Time. Better watch out for me, big boy!”

Chuckling at you Jungkook leaned back in his chair, looking out the window with blushed cheeks and a tender, unfathomable glint inside his dark eyes.

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the best thing he never had ; six

one , two , three , four , five , six

pairing; jungkook x reader

genre; best friend!au

word count; 6.1k

a/n; a huge thank you to @taesthetes for helping me with this story and being a great friend overall. cat, this one is 4 u and your love for the hemsworth bros ;)

summary; in this story, you have known your best friend for so long and undeniably, you were utterly and wholly in love with him

The day you finally came back, your heart was thumping out of your chest and your stomach had felt queasy. It felt like you swallowed frogs and they were hopping inside of you. Maybe it’s because you were scared to see the person you didn’t want to see just yet or it was just nostalgic, since after all, this place felt more like home.

Your eyes searched amongst the sea of people eagerly trying to get out of the airport as soon as possible or rushing to find their partner or family with relief that they arrived safely, whereas, your eyes easily laid upon the boy who looked different but familiar enough for you to recognize him in the big shades and newly colored hair. He seems to have spotted you first as he was facing your direction with arms crossed and a small welcoming smile growing on his face while you walk towards him with the grandest grin on yours.

“Hey, you,” Jimin greets as you finally stand before him. “Miss me?”

Rolling your eyes at his greeting, you pull him into a hug and he’s chuckling ebulliently as he had hugged you to the point where you couldn’t breathe and you both had just swung side to side a little.

“So?” He immediately asks, eyebrows wiggling. “How was it? Was it a great experience? I see you’ve cut your hair—”

“First of all,” you began, giggling at Jimin’s persistent excitement as he took your luggage and you both began your journey towards his car. “I am doing swell, thanks for asking,” Jimin laughs at your sarcasm. “And I’ll tell you all about it later, but for now; pink hair? Really?”

“You like it? I was going for—”

“Strawberry Shortcake?” You tease, poking at his sides and he tilts his head downwards, sending you a scowl .

“Jeez, five minutes back and you’re already bullying me?”

Cheekily smiling at your pink-haired friend, you both take the escalator down to the parking garage. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t miss it.”

8 months ago

When you arrived to Australia, you had to admit, wanting to run around the streets and letting yourself loose was the only thing floating within your mind, but you had to tell yourself there was going to be enough time for that. But, as your eyes scanned the airport and the scenery that awaited you outside those airport windows, your heart did a little leap of excitement when you were finally understanding that you were finally there and you could only remember the vague memories that was spent there with your mother.

You looked for your chauffeur in which your itinerary stated that he’ll be holding your name and your roommate’s name once you step out of your plane through the midst of the many people who were also waiting for someone to pick their company up. That was until you spotted a man in a dapper suit and hat, holding two signs together of what seems to be your name and your roommate’s.

Walking over to him, you tell him that you’re Y/N and the chauffeur introduces himself as Mr. Mitchell and says that it’s a pleasure to meet you while you both wait for the name that he was holding up.

And a few minutes later, a girl came up to you both, greeting you both with a grin that oddly sent good vibes.

Her name was Aera and she had blue hair.

present

“So how’re you and Minji?”

Jimin peers over at you at the corner of his eye as he makes the exit into the freeway only to arrive in traffic. “Doing just fine. We’re actually thinking about moving in together soon,” he says, and you raise your eyebrows in excitement, smiling widely at your friend and his relationship with the one girl that may or may not stand beside him at his wedding. “But the real question is, how’re you and Jungkook?”

You open your mouth to say something, but you shut it closed soon after, shrugging.

“Figured as much,” Jimin chuckles as you purse your lips. “Hasn’t he called you at least once while you were gone?”

“Not a single word,” you tell him as your eyes graze upon the view outside your window that made you finally realize why you missed home so much. “But that’s okay. If he doesn’t want to talk, then we don’t have to talk.”

“Don’t do that.”

You snap your head towards him, knitting your eyebrows together. “Do what?”

“Being stubborn and defensive,” he retorts as if you own the trait and you scoff in disbelief.

“I am not—!”

Jimin rolls his eyes and gives a small encouraging smile. “Are too. And you’re going to talk to him.”

“Says who?”

“Says your conscience. Says the middle man in this ‘relationship’. Says the person who knows you and Jungkook. ”

Groaning loudly, you crossed your arms across your chest, eyes staring at the greenery that laid on the outskirts of the city. “I’m not talking to him. He didn’t try to talk to me— hell, he probably didn’t want to talk to me. But, it’s fine because I don’t care anymore.”

Jimin abruptly burst into loud laughter at your stubborn and adamant tone, as if you had humored him in some type of way, and you’re eyeing him with a single eyebrow up. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Nothing it’s just… of course you care, Y/N,” he says in between his laughs as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “We all know you care. You can’t just instantly stop caring for someone you love—”

“Who said I love him?”

“Who said you didn’t?”

“I did! I moved on!” You exclaim and Jimin looks at you for a second with a look of doubt and it makes you groan in frustration that he didn’t believe you— even if it were somewhat a lie. “I met someone, okay? I met a guy and he’s sweet, caring…”

“Y/N,” he starts but you ignore him and continue.

“We worked as colleagues together when we were in Melbourne and—”

“Y/N,” he says your name louder and you stop talking to listen to him. “I never said you love him romantically.” As he said that with a look, you pursed your lips together in realization. “You may say you don’t love Jungkook as something more, but anyone and everyone who has seen you two together know that you both love and care about each other more than anyone you’ve loved or cared about in your lives.”

Opening your mouth, you were about to interject, but you knew he was right, as always. Jimin, your friend who you have met through Jungkook and calls himself your conscience, was always right.

“Don’t be so stubborn and talk to him. You’ve talked to him before in these type of situations and you two always end up making up anyways. Not everyone in a relationship can do that, ya know,” he says with a winning smile knowing that you know he has a point. “Sure he hasn’t talked to you in a long time, but that’s because he’s scared.”

“That’s what you said last time,” you utter under your breath.

7 months and 15 days ago

It’s only been a few weeks, and you and Jimin have barely talked on the phone—usually right before you’re going to bed. But, the most you have talked was three times and two thirds of them were cut short since Aera was the type to get her usual eight hours of sleep— which you never understood how she could sleep for eight hours. But, you respected that and did not disrupt her sleep at all.

However, that night, Aera allowed you to call Jimin on Skype for an hour or two even if she was in bed about to go to sleep, but knowing her, you took that offer swiftly before it was gone and called Jimin who was coincidentally online as you opened your laptop right after you took your shower.

A few rings later, Jimin appeared onto your screen, laughing at the fact that a towel was messily wrapped around your head and you were wearing kitten pajamas. After a couple jokes about your appearance and I miss you’s, you two had inevitably caught up. Jimin sat in the comfort of his own living room, freshly changed into his outfit of a turtleneck and jeans as his roommate, Namjoon, was in the background making a mess of what was supposed to be a sandwich.

He told you about his stupid professor and how harsh he grades tests and how the coffee doesn’t taste the same without you there with him, which made you burst out laughing. Then he asked you about the internship and how Australia was going and all you could say was, “I’m having the time of my life here” as you realize you had to wake up at five AM the next morning.

Then after some laughs, you heard a loud noise of what could have been Namjoon dropping multiple pans, which made Jimin groan in frustration as he stood up from his laptop and check out what on earth Namjoon was doing in the kitchen.

When he came back, you were laughing at him as you unraveled your towel head, letting your freshly washed hair fall down.

“So, why haven’t you called him?” Jimin abruptly asks as you shook your hair with a towel.

Realizing that him referred to the one person you’ve known for all your life, you hesitated to answer, until you let out a sigh and answer his question with another question. “More like, why hasn’t he called me?”

“He’s Jungkook. He’s afraid it’s going to be a bad time,” he explains which makes you scoff, while you shake your hair once more and flip it, grabbing a comb from your desk to comb it back.

“Bad time for what?” Jimin can hear you saying those words as your grit your teeth and you notice that he flinches at your somewhat harsh tone. “I’m not angry at him or anything.”

“You didn’t exactly forgive him the day at the airport.”

You don’t say anything. But, instead, your ears are open to his next words that you expect to give you some sort of revelation.

“Look, you know Jungkook. He doesn’t want to say anything that would make you hate him anymore than you already do.”

“I don’t hate him! I just….”

“Why don’t you call him?”

“What do I have to say to him? 'Hi, it’s me, I completely forgive you for almost choosing Seoyeon over me!’?”

“Just call him!” You jump a little in your seat as you were startled by the loud voice coming from Aera in her bed, making Jimin stifle a laugh. “You’re always checking your phone if he called or not—”

“Aera!” You gasp and you could Jimin laughing hysterically from your laptop.

“See,” he chimes in between his laughter and you’re rolling your eyes at both of them. You continue to comb your hair as you wait for Jimin to catch his breath and continue what he has to say before you hang-up and don’t speak to him for another couple of days or weeks. “And you’re bound to talk about it sooner or later. Do yourself a favor and call him.”

In which you do the next day, but you were sent straight to voicemail. And that’s when you knew that it was time to stop trying.

present

Traffic had finally dispersed, and Jimin was gliding in the fast lane as he was humming to a tune with the radio. As he did so, you were on your phone scrolling through your many pictures you took on your trip to turn and look over at Jimin with lips pursing together.

“So, care to fill me in on what happened here during the eight months I was gone?” You peer over at Jimin who begins to smile deviously at your curious and innocent question.

“Well, we sort of made a celebration party after you left—”

He was cut off abruptly as you hit his arm which resulted into him dissipating into hysterical chuckles at your reaction to his response. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he saves himself as you shoot him a scowl which eventually has him to stop laughing. “Uhm, nothing much. Seoyeon and Jungkook are no more—”

“Oh?”

“Jungkook would rather be with you than her.”

“What? No, no, no. He chose her first, he can’t just—”

“He didn’t choose her first, Y/N.”

You don’t say anything but Jimin continues.

“Jungkook can be stupid, but he would never choose someone over you. You’re the person he’s known for far too long. He debated whether he should call or not and he barely stepped foot out of his home after you left. He’s better now, except when you’re brought up, he doesn’t want to think about you, so he leaves the room or changes the topic–”

“Why?”

“That is for you to find out,” he says and you scoff. “I can’t always be the middle man here.”

5 months and 2 days ago

That night, you were working overtime with your boss and your colleague whom you two seemed to click platonically when you first greeted each other on the first day of work. His name was Adam and he was tall— a bit taller than Jungkook— and he was also interested in the same field as you are.

Your boss assigned Adam to print out papers and to organize them into files.

“I can’t believe we have to print over 300 pages of these paperworks and have to organize them into these files,” Adam whispers over to you as he gives you a stack of papers that looked about 20 pages of paper and you laugh at him.

“Well, he told you to print 50 pages a day last week, but guess who procrastinated,” you snark back and he laughs loudly at your shade towards him. “And if you stop talking and getting distracted, we could finish this before 1 and I can have have my daily dose of sleep.”

“Maybe, you should stop distracting me.”

You look up from the file cabinet with raised eyebrows. “How am I distracting you?”

Adam stares at you, a smirk growing on his lips before his smooth comment rolls off his tongue causing you to bite your tongue. “You’re too pretty to not distract me.”

Hearing that through your ears, you do admit you were caught surprised by his evident flirting that your cheeks turned a little shade of pink, but you tried to laugh it off, thinking it was just him being the flirtatious guy he was being.

“Flirty, aren’t we?”

“Plenty more of where that came from,” he winks and you shake your head, continuing to finish your filing as he places another stack in front of you. “Which reminds me….”

As you were taking the stack that was freshly printed, you began from the beginning again with focused eyes as you hummed to his statement.

“Do you want to go out for dinner tomorrow night? Dr. Scott isn’t giving us work to do tomorrow so we’re free to leave early,” he suggests and you look up at him once more, eyes unsure.

It was obvious in your eyes that you were having an internal conflict since Adam’s hopeful expression slowly deteriorated as each second passed while you were thinking about the pros and cons in your head. The first con was due to the fact that you saw this trip as something to focus on yourself and only yourself. The second con was because you didn’t know if going out with a guy was okay while you and the person whom you still achingly love both stand in an awkward and confused state as of right now. The third con was because you didn’t know if you could trust the guy asking you.

Adam knew how to read the signs and your expression as you didn’t respond and hesitated which only made you feel bad at how he lowered his head and continued stacking piles of paper together. “You know what, forget what I said. It’s okay—”

“Wait,” you interject which results into him raising his head with a spark of hope in his eyes as you were going to tell him your answer. Even though you knew that there were more cons than pros of going out with him, what’s odd was that there was only one pro that had outweighed all those cons. “I’d love to go out tomorrow. I’ve actually been craving Italian lately.”

And that pro was; live a little.

present

The comfort of the coffee shop with the ease of company was fairly nostalgic as you missed the aroma of coffee beans and the subtle chats that filled the small atmosphere in its outmost way that could make anyone feel warm.

“So tell me more about this Adam guy,” Jimin insists with eyebrows raised in interest as you both drank your coffee sat in the same usual spot where you two would sit. “Are you guys still together?”

“No,” you admit, laughing at him. “We weren’t together in the first place.”

“What?” Jimin’s facial expression switches from teasing interest to surprised confusion which results to you nodding slowly at him. “I thought you—”

“Yes, we did go on a few dates,” you finish for him and his never ending questions that circulated his mind. In his defense, you did freak out about the topic about Adam; stating “But that’s about it. I can’t bring myself to be in a serious relationship with other guys.”

Jimin gives a sudden smirk. “Oh? And why is that?”

Shrugging, you take another sip of your coffee. “What do you think?”

Jimin’s eyes faltered from his hands that clenched onto the mug of his coffee to your eyes with a strange certainty mixed with felicity glimmering in his eyes “You’re still in love with Jungkook, huh?”

“I never stopped.”

4 months and 12 days ago

That day felt somewhat equivalent to drowning. Obstacles left and right were aimed right at you and in an instant, it felt like the universe had just immediately found a way to plot against you— at least that’s what it felt like anyways. You don’t know why and you don’t how, but immediately, everything felt like it was too much even when the voice in your head was encouraging yourself.

The first thing you encountered that stressful day was that your entire research that your boss assigned you to a couple weeks ago had been totally erased because having to accidentally fall asleep while writing it and not remembering to save it, your laptop had died and you woke up to a blank untitled paper.

Luckily, Aera had given you tips on what to say to your boss in order to charm your way out of losing the internship that you were utterly grateful for and the tips had ultimately worked when your boss decided to punish you to working overtime instead and extending the due date the next day.

The next thing was that you barely slept the night before, and obviously, that had its consequences. Three cans of iced coffee certainly had its perk for a few hours before you were found trying to keep yourself awake once the caffeine disappeared from your body.

And soon after, you were given news out of the blue that was more like a bomb exploding in your face and through your exhaustion and stress, you didn’t know how to really react to the piece of information that added to your plate.

The 'bomb’ dealt with your mother. In fact, you had found out something about your mother, and it is more information than anything your father and your vague childhood memories could ever provide you.

Admittedly, reacting to that piece of fretting info was not a given, and you were only left to think of the one person that had ultimately appeared in your mind; and absently, you find that calling that person who knew you and knew your position would help the numbness wither away.

Even though you knew that even after a few calls and texts he would not answer, some part of you hoped that maybe he would answer back and realize that you needed him the most at that moment. But to your misfortune, you were left to swallowing your feelings in solitude once again when your calls were ignored and missed.

present

The first thing that Jungkook notices is not the slightly shocked expression painted on your face when you look at him, but rather, he notices your hair. You cut it.

As you stand before him with eyes that stared back at him in confusion, it was inevitable for Jungkook to admire you. You had darker eye bags, but that could have easily been due to the jet lag and he really wanted to say that your haircut suited you.

But, you didn’t exactly grasp the realization that you were letting the one guy who you haven’t spoken to for so long, stand in the middle of your household with no words flowing out of his mouth besides, “I want to talk.”

As if that statement was water being thrown at you, you were now highly aware of your previous subconscious actions and all you did was raise your eyebrows and repeat him, not bothering to look at him and not wanting to bring your shield down even if he was right in front of you. “You want to talk?”

In the corner of your eye, you see him nod without hesitation, only for you to scoff. Eyes that rose to look at him, you cross your arms across your chest. “You want to talk? Even after the fact that you haven’t bothered to talk— not even try to talk— to me the eight months I was gone?”

You let out a sigh of disbelief seeing the look on his face— as if he hadn’t thought about this 'plan’ through. “Fine, let’s talk. You didn’t call. Not even a single text, or an e-mail. You ignored all my calls and you never even read my messages, and suddenly, you want to talk?

"Jungkook, I was gone for eight months and all I wanted was at least a call from you. What happened to 'not letting you go without knowing you were able to call or talk to me’ or 'I will wait for you, I will always wait for you’?”

“I know—”

“No, you don’t know,” you cut him off with blood boiling in your veins as you clenched your fists. “I needed you, Jungkook. I needed my best friend because when I was gone, I needed someone to be my anchor. Did you know that I learned something about my mother? And you—of all people who knows my mom and knows that I miss her— weren’t there when I needed you.”

And as you take that weight off your chest, you notice that Jungkook’s face has immediately softened with eyes that transitioned to sympathy and regret and you had to look down towards the floor, no longer caring to look at him in the eyes.

“A half assed apology isn’t going to work anymore,” you mutter a bit harshly and Jungkook is slightly taken aback, but he understands what you’re trying to tell him as you had your arms crossed and head down.

You take it that he understands what you are indirectly telling him to do as you hear the footsteps against your wooden floors begin to fade towards the front door, followed by the sound of the door opening, but the sound of the door closing was not accompanied afterwards.

“I did call,” he says loudly enough for you to hear as his hand was on the door knob. “I called, Y/N. And, I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.”

And before you could close your eyes and let out a deep breath, you finally heard the steady shuffling of his feet exiting your home along with the door shutting behind him.

3 months and 4 days ago

“Hey, Y/N,” Adam greets you as he plops a paper bag in front of you.

“What is this?” You inquire out of curiosity before looking inside the bag to see that it was a bagel from the nearby coffee shop from where you both worked at.

“You always come to work on an empty stomach. Call it a treat, or a favor— but, it’s on me.”

Smiling up at him, you thank him as you get up from your chair, stretching your arms as you push your chair in with your hip. “Thank you, I needed this. I’ll get us both drinks from the vending machine— on me. Mind watching my stuff?”

You grin as Adam nods, you disappearing into the back to find the two vending machine that served cans of iced coffee and regular snacks that you could find anywhere. Choosing to get both of you the can of mocha, you put it in your money as you watch the machine eat it and in return, give you the two cans you asked for.

As you stroll through back to where you were before, you hear Adam’s voice a few feet away— as if he was angry.

“Don’t ever call again,” he spat and you were baffled at his demand that when you walk into the room with the two cans in hand, you’re confused when you see him holding your phone.

“What are you doing with my phone?” You ask and Adam looks up at you, jumping slightly at the fact that you scared him for a second. Innocently, he flashes a cheeky smile at you and lays your phone right back where it was while you raise an eyebrow suspiciously.

“Hey, someone called and I answered for you.”

“Oh,” you state a bit confused as why he would even think to answer your phone, but you didn’t think much about it. “Who called?”

“A random number, I guess,” he answers you with an innocent smile and you nod, handing him his drink as you grab your phone and check your call log to see who was calling, but the last call was from Jimin from last night.

present

Jungkook and you had highs and lows and this low was particularly lower than most lows.

He remembers that asphyxiating moment when he realized that he first kissed you or 'stole your first kiss’ so indescribably vivid during your sophomore year due to the fact that in a blink of an eye, the feeling of satisfaction of kissing the one person he’s ever wanted to kiss before had emerged into fits of regret and fear.

That’s because Jungkook thought that he was going to lose you and your friendship at that moment. And that was the lowest he would ever want to encounter with you.

But when you announced that it was okay, that you two were okay, he began to believe that that was the universe giving him a second chance to keep you in his life. And believing that and only that, he refused and dismissed any romantic feelings for you even when there were times when even a little bit of a 'what if’ feeling kindles through his body, those times including; that day when barbecue sauce was on your lips, and that day at the lake when he saw you as if you were a painted reverie in his own mind.

And seeing that you both had reached the point of an epoch that was lower than Jungkook had hoped for, Jungkook realized that maybe he blew his second chance that the universe had given him. That you two were nothing more than just two people with highs and lows. That he was the moon that lived in the night and you were the sun living in the day.

2 months and 9 days ago

It was early morning, and it was time for you and your roommate to go your separate ways. Aera was going to be sent to Chad, while you were going to be sent to Madagascar, and her flight was just later than yours, so she had the benefit of sleeping in a little bit while you woke up early just before the break of dawn.

But before your bus to the airport came to pick you up, you sat outside your balcony, watching the skies turn colors when the sun began to rise. It was serene and you knew that you were going to miss the view so very much.

Just then, the sound of the balcony door opening had you jumping and turning around to see Aera smiling at you with her blue hair pulled back, hugging her baby pink blanket around her body as she took the seat right next to yours, enjoying the same scenery you both attentively watched. It was bittersweet, to say the least.

“Hey,” Aera greets you as you smile at her. “So, this Jungkook guy.”

You stifle a laugh, looking up at her as she curls her lips. “What about him?”

“You never really gave him a chance, you know?” She states and you raise your eyebrows in confusion. “Sure, from what you told me, he seems like this asshole, but what I think is… you’re afraid of facing the reality of it all.

"I mean, you’ve been in love with the guy for a long while and when he actually tells you he loves you, you go back and hide in your own little shell because all this time you’ve prepared yourself for a flat out rejection that you didn’t prepare yourself of when he tells you that he loves you.”

Staring at Aera baffled, she snickered at the expression that she saw; the wide eyes that were struck with an epiphany and the small 'o’ shape your lips formed.

“When you get back home, talk to him. I know that’s something everyone would say, but you two really need to talk to each other,” she smiles and you nod slightly.

“And come on, the guy snuck through security so that he could tell you he loves you. That takes some balls,” Aera laughs and you both fall into fits of chuckles and it was enough to take your mind away of the realization that soon enough, you’re both going to split ways and you won’t be able to admire her wisdom and her blue hair anymore.

present

Every time you’re with Adam, all you endeavored to ever do was forget Jungkook and the moment that it all started during that day in sophomore year. You tried to forget about how you harbored every single romantic feeling and emotion towards him for not only your sake, but also for his. And how you would try and force a smile when he tells you about the next girl in his life because truthfully, it hurt realizing that you weren’t the girl he would rhapsodize about— unlike the others.

And it was simple as that.

Adam may be the guy that seemed to genuinely like you and may be the person for getting you out of your ‘shell’, but Jungkook was the one that has been there for you for all this time. And even if you can’t blame him for being oblivious for the past years about your feelings for him, he was still a part of you.

So, maybe that’s why you were standing in front of his door— that and you referred back to Aera’s advice—, everything ranging from worry to anxiousness to sick sunk into your bubble as you try to figure out what to say with your brain overworking in your head.

One side of you was telling you to say it all and let it out. That you should tell him you love him and that you always have and always will. But the other side, however, was telling you to harbor yourself. That it was best to not say anything remotely near your infatuation for him and remain as friends. Because that was the only thing you could do; be a good friend— just like those drunken nights when you were there to take him home and just like those times when you were there to keep him sane.

As your mind and heart have been debating, all your worries and all the voices taunting you in your head was shut away when the door swung open and you were face to face with a surprised Jungkook, staring at you.

“Hi,” you breathe out and he responds with a lifted eyebrow.

Jungkook’s hand is still attached to the door knob and you feel your lips tremble when he asks you, “What are you doing here?”

Opening your mouth to say something, you close it when you realized no words came out. Jungkook notices this and he loosens his grip on the knob as you were trying to calm your nerves and try again. “I’ve done some thinking,” you stated with voice quaking. “And- uh, after all the years I’ve been in love with you, uhm—”

He doesn’t say anything— in fact, Jungkook was just grateful he got to see you again from the unpleasant last encounter— and he watches with hidden admiration at your struggle to let out what you desperately needed to say. He was almost amused and entirely hopeful that this wouldn’t be the last and final time you both see each other.

Then, you swallowed the lump in your throat and did your best to ignore the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten as each second passed by.

“At the day at the airport, you told me you love me,” you point out the moment that happened a long time ago as you had to fight the urge to bring your arms around his torso and never let go when you both locked gazes.

“I meant it,” he says quietly, but it was loud enough for you to hear and you felt your heart leap.

Nodding, you continued. “And I realized that…”

The anticipation was killing him as your voice trailed off slowly, but he tried to fight the urge to react so quickly and mindlessly. But then again, he was never in the right mind around you— not when all he wanted to do was pull you in and never let go of you again.

“I guess I never said it back.”

As you finally let those words sit in the open air, it was your turn to sit in the anticipation as you try to read his expression, always trying to find a bit of something in his eyes. But, a few seconds pass and nothing happens, but all you guys are doing is staring at each other with tension so thick in the air.

And finally, he breaks the tension as he straightens up and you could see the ghost of a smirk appear on his lips.

“Yeah,” he finally says and your heart is pounding out of your chest as you wait for his next statement. “I guess you never did.”

Then, you don’t fully register what happens after until you realize your arms were wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer that you understand he’s kissing you— and it felt so much more distinct from when he stole your first kiss in sophomore year. His lips were softer and the kiss felt more relieved and urgent than small and chaste like the previous one and in that instant, you swallow every single second and moment as you delve into the physical contact.

Understanding that your feelings for him was beyond genuine and even if that one piece of you was scared to be in love with the one person who has fallen in love so many times before, you absolutely did not worry about that when his lips were on yours.

Soon enough, all good things must come to an end as he’s pulling apart and you both stand there, foreheads nervously touching as you both hold each other close as if your life depended on it. Your eyes peer over at his and you almost pout as the scene that you originally had in your mind did not go out as it should have been.

“You didn’t let me say it.”

“It’s okay. I already know,” he states, and ridiculously, you found it hard to believe that over the course of days that seemed endless when you two were apart, you both had somehow found each other in the midst of the denial and the pandemonium that almost burned down your bridge to him. And it only took some thinking and understanding to realize that you can’t be with anyone else but him because in your perspective, you need him in your life just as much as he needs you in his.

But, to Jungkook, he needs you more.

a/n; phew omg

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sserpente · 7 years ago

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A/N: I re-watched Kong the other day and I just felt so inspired. This is based off a request from anon. Slivko makes an appearance too! ;-) Have fun reading!

Words: 1881 Warnings: injury/implied infection

Two days. It had been two days since you arrived on this bloody island. Two days since you cursed yourself for accepting to join this excursion and two days since that… thing had bitten you. A giant creature unlike any animal you had ever seen, although it had rather resembled a gigantic insect rather than an actual animal. You couldn’t get your head around what it was but that didn’t matter now. The only thing you knew was that the bite hurt like a bitch, pulsating and throbbing non-stop. Your first-aid kid had helped disinfecting it and had you put a clean bandage around it but that hadn’t helped against the rash spreading. It covered your whole forearm now, looking red and nasty and disgusting. If it killed you, surviving on this bloody island and trying to find back to your group would have been completely and utterly in vain and you certainly couldn’t have that.

You grunted. Slivko was the one who had found you first, being stranded a few miles from where the rest of your troop was and helping you putting new bandages on the wound. Together, you had made it through two long and terrifying days accompanied by strange, threatening and eerie noises and disgusting dried meat. You didn’t dare to touch the plants and berries. For all you knew, they could be poisonous.

“Hey, you okay there?” Slivko asked, a worried expression on his face. You had been wandering through the thick forest for hours now and your water rations were slowly coming to an end. Soon, you would have to find a new source of water, until then, you were damned to dehydrate. Your injury made the feeling even worse. You felt sick, like throwing up what you had just eaten. Panting, you leaned against a tree, feeling Slivko stepping up behind you and putting an arm on your shoulder.

No. You were not okay. God damn it, you wanted to slip back into Conrad’s arms and have him protect you. Just why had you had to be separated? James wasn’t exactly your boyfriend but he wasn’t just a friend either. Right before the mission, after the two had been introduced to each other, the erotic tension had been sizzling between you.

You had fallen so hard for him, it had stolen your breath away, for he was everything you had ever wanted in a man. Determined, intelligent and ambitious but also intimidating, controlling and strict. Not to mention his good looks so before you knew it, he had ended up in your hotel room, fucking you senseless the night before you had left for the island.

Neither of you knew where you were going to take this but ever since the crash—the sorrow, the pain and the fear—you were sure to have feelings for him. And you truly wanted to tell him that before you died in this bloody place.

“I’m alright,” you finally replied. “Just… exhausted. We need to find the others as quick as possible, I really don’t know how much longer I’m going to make it.”

“Yeah. We will find them. The rash looks pretty bad, (Y/N). What if it spreads and…”

Hissing, you stopped him. “Don’t. Just don’t.”

Millions of possibilities bumped into your head. The bite killing you, causing a chronic illness, having your guts rot from the inside out or infect you with rabies or some shit like that. God, you really hoped you’d make it back home alive.

The radio set had stopped working after your crash from the helicopter. Slivko’s was still working at times but all the responses he got from his Colonel were distorted and barely audible. The only thing you had understood was the order to reach the north end of the island as soon as possible.

“We should be there soon. Only a few miles and we’ll see—(Y/N)!” The soldier rushed to your side when you tripped over a root or something and fell face-forward to the ground like a wooden stick. You hardly had any energy left in your body, your limbs weak and unreliable. Shit.

“Can you walk?” Slivko was almost hysterical as he helped you up again but before you could even answer the question, he had already lifted you up and carried you bridal-style, your rucksack hanging from your arm loosely.

“You can’t carry me the rest of the way, Slivko.” You protested weakly. It was hardly convincing.

“Betcha I can.”

It was dawning when you finally arrived at the boat. It was ready to take off, the rest of the troop already there or… what was left of it. You heard James before you could see him, hurrying towards you as if the devil himself was after him.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!”

Anxiously, he took you from Slivko’s arms and pressed you close to his body. “Thank God, you’re safe.”

“Were you worried about me, Captain?” You joked weakly, hugging him as tightly as you could. Relief flooded your body when he touched. Instantly, you wished for him to never let you go again.

Then, after a moment of silence, he pulled away a bit so he could look you in the eye.

“Are you alright?” He asked, setting you to the ground carefully but supporting you to make sure you wouldn’t drop to the ground again.

“Not quite,” you whispered, showing him the rash the bite had caused. It looked even worse than this morning. Shit, what if they had to amputate your arm back home?!

Immediately, concern flashed in his blue eyes as he slowly led you to closer to the boat, with Packard watching you curiously as you approached. He was in the middle of a discussion with the others, debating whether or not the boat was going to carry you all without sinking.

“What happened?” James asked quietly.

“I got bitten by some strange… thing. It was huge, came down from the tree like a bloody giant squirrel on ecstasy.”

“You got bitten by something?” Packard interrupted with a scowl. “By what? That monkey?”

“Ah, no. He would have probably swallowed me whole.” You shot back, rolling your eyes in the process. You were in pain, god damn it. All you wanted was help and instead you were confronted with suspicion. Could this day possibly get any worse? James pulled you close again, noticing you trembling.

“Conrad, you know the rules. This boat might not transport all of us safely.”

Frowning, you looked at your almost-boyfriend. “What’s he talking about?”

James shot him an angry glare.

“Soldiers who get bitten by an unknown species of insects or animals usually fall back. To ensure they won’t endanger their troop by infecting them too. Whatever bit you could carry a contagious disease that will kill us all.” He explained calmly, his grip around you tightening so much it almost hurt.

Packard nodded. There was no emotion in his face whereas you were on the verge of freaking out. What did that mean? That they wanted to leave you on the island to die?!

“We can either make it back home safe and travel by this boat or we can take you with us and risk that all of us die because of you.”

He did. He did want to leave you here. Panicking, your breathing quickened, your lower lip quivering. You were not going to cry. No.

“I am not going to leave her behind, Packard.” James said coolly. His voice was still calm and controlled, it was like he chose each and every word of his wisely and calculated.

“Who are we not gonna leave behind?” Slivko jumped on the boat to join his comrades, a smile playing on his lips as his gaze fell upon you.

“(Y/N) is gonna come with us and if you are to impede that, you’ll have to go through me first.” There was a hidden, threatening tone in James’ voice, this much you could tell. Packard, however, seemed but unimpressed.

“I have no problem with shooting you both,” he answered coldly. Slivko flinched.

“Sir, I’ve been with (Y/N) for the past two days. The rash is bad and she’s ill but I’m sure that if it was contagious, we would know by now. Leaving her here or…” he gulped “shooting her… wouldn’t that be irresponsible for a colonel?”

He was going out on a limb. As a soldier, this was not how you were supposed to talk to your colonel, especially not if he had one hand wrapped around his gun. Questioning Packard meant questioning the military and that was one of the first thing they knocked out of you when you joined it as an honourable soldier to-be.

James was still staring daggers at Packard. He didn’t budge, instead lifted you up again and carried you on the boat, ignoring his protest.

“Let’s take off!” He shouted then. “I’ll be fucking damned if that girl is gonna get us all killed.”

You only winced. The thought of Slivko defending and James coming through for you warmed your heart. Would he have done it? Stayed on the island with you or risk getting shot just to save you? Did he… did he feel the same for you that you felt for him?

With a loud rumble, the boat took off, gliding over the water almost gracefully. It was calm. Peaceful, even and still, you wanted nothing more than to finally leave this godforsaken place.

“You were bitten? What did it look like?” The man speaking up and approaching you had a half-heartedly tamed beard. He was wearing rather worn-out clothes, introduced himself as Marlow and looked pretty lost but there was no time to ask questions, though he was probably the one who owned this… what he called a boat. Well, as long as it floated.

“Like a giant… oh, I don’t know, it didn’t really look like an animal, more like an insect. It was black and crawling on six legs. Dark red eyes, eerie and big and those pincers…” You shuddered. “It bit me.”

“Got a rash?”

“Yes,”

“Nothing to worry about then. What you described sounds like one of the ants to me. Sound like birds and hide in the trees but they’re nasty beasts. Their poison is supposed to paralyse their prey but it doesn’t work on humans, just hurts like a bitch until it’s out of your system again. Nothing contagious, really. Only comes with a bit of nausea now and then.”

Once again this day, relief surged through your whole body, numbing your pain for a few seconds before anger took over. You were going to survive this.

And Packard had wanted to leave you behind. Disgusting coward.

You gnashed your teeth, allowing James to lift you up and position you on his lap. He held you close, knowing that it was no use to start another fight. After this nightmare, you’d never have to see that cruel and soulless colonel again anyway.

“We’re gonna be home soon,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours. “You’ll be alright. Everything will be alright.” You only managed to nod in response before you pressed your lips against his, kissing him gently but passionately until all the pain in your body ceased to exist.

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ridiculousn3sswrites · 7 years ago

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Freedom - Wave Pt. 5

*Peter Parker x Reader

*Summary: The reader faces some obstacles during the escape.

*Warnings: Minimal violence, swearing

*A/N: I’m not dead, just saying

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine

“This is your last warning, (l/n),” the same man told you, stepping forward slightly. It was then that the recognition fully hit you: this was Agent Carter’s grandkid. You knew him from your trip to New York, he had been training with the Shield agents when Steve was showing you around. It looked like he had worked his way up the ranks pretty quickly, unless dealing with you and other heroes was just grunt work.

“Then I’m afraid you’ll have to use force, Agent Sousa,” you challenged him. He flinched slightly, taken aback by your recognition, but his hold on his gun never faltered, not even the slightest bit. You didn’t want to make it personal, but despite your better judgement, your mouth just ran. “How would your grandmother feel, knowing her organization turned into a government lackey?” Shit, shouldn’t’ve done that, you thought, immediately regretting your words. The way Sousa’s mouth turned up in a snarl told you he’d have no problem killing you now, whereas before there might’ve been at least some hesitation. Your face probably gave away your panic, and Sousa let out a small, dangerous chuckle.

“You’re a lot of talk, kid. Just makes this that much easier,” he said, pulling the trigger. You tried triggering the flames from your feet, but found that they only sputtered for a second. Not good, not good, NOT GOOD, you panicked, rolling out of the way of his shot. You shot back with a fireball, trying not to cause too much damage to the neighborhood. It hit one of the black SUVs behind Sousa, immediately making it explode. So much for not damaging the neighborhood, you thought as Sousa took another shot at you.

You rolled out of the way again, trying to make your fire jets cooperate. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, work with me here,” you muttered, a mixture of anger and panic, as they sputtered yet again.

“Not so big when you aren’t flying, are you?” Sousa taunted, getting closer yet again. You were amazed that the other agents hadn’t yet exited their vehicles, especially since you just blew one up. Just as that thought flashed through your mind, all of the SUV doors opened, agents spilling out one after the other. I really need to stop with that. “Twenty against one, how are you liking those odds?”

“Seems a bit unfair, but I’ll tie one hand behind my back to make it even,” you automatically quoted Peter Pan, not even stopping to think about it. Damn your friend for making you go see your school’s play. You know what? False confidence is good, let’s go with that. You let out a shriek, knocking over a few agents and shattering the glass from a few windows. You winced slightly, hoping that they offered hero insurance over here and not just in big cities. You knew the fallen agents wouldn’t cause you much trouble after that, so you left them, focusing your attention back on Sousa.

Sousa fired three more shots as you weaved out of the way, still trying to get your fire jets to cooperate. You heard the bullets hit a few cars that were parked on the street, giving you a bit of cover while you tried to figure out what was wrong. Maybe it’s a mental thing. Has it ever been a mental thing? Why would it be a mental thing? As a few more shots rang out in the street, you were drawn back to your current situation. Right, I’m getting shot at.

You fired back with small fireballs and shrieks, managing to disarm multiple agents as your struggle with your only escape route continued. Maybe it is a mental thing, you questioned yet again. You took a deep breath, focusing on pushing all your energy into your legs to get the flames to work again. It was the same way you’d trained yourself to use the powers in the first place, and you hoped that it’d work to help you regain them. When the sputter transformed into something stronger, a wide smile grew on your face. Now we’re back in business. “Hey, Sousa, check me out now,” you taunted, hovering near him. You bit back a wince at how villainy that sounded, but you were just glad you had your powers back at this point.

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” He asked, firing another shot at you before his gun clicked, showing he’d finally emptied his clip. Sousa looked behind him, seeing his men in varying stages of injury, and dropped his gun. Just as you were about to make your escape, you were take off guard by his charge at you, grabbing onto your legs. “You’re not getting out of here, (L/n)!”

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked as you struggled, trying to kick him off. He held fast, refusing to let you make your escape. You looked around, trying to devise a plan to get him off of you, and saw the mom from earlier leaning out the window, holding a backpack which you assumed had some supplies for you. While you were distracted by this kindness, you heard a click. You looked down, seeing Sousa handcuffing you to himself as he tried to get you back to the ground. “Jesus, I really don’t want to hurt you! I’ve got so much respect for your family but you’re really fucking annoying!”

“Comes with the job, kid,” Sousa growled out, fighting to bring you back to the ground. An inkling of an idea came to you, but you didn’t want to risk hurting Sousa too much if you went too high into the sky. It wasn’t until Sousa had landed a punch to your abdomen, momentarily knocking the wind out of you and making you fall to the ground that you decided to run with your idea. The fall stunned Sousa too, giving you a few seconds to work. You quickly summoned a small, concentrated stream of fire from one of your fingertips, melting through the chain connecting your wrist to Sousa’s. You saw Sousa’s eyes widen as he realized what you were doing, but you quickly landed a kick to his gut before taking off into the air, the chain snapping with finality.

You hovered by the ledge where the mom had left the backpack, quickly grabbing it before taking off in the direction you’d last seen the freeway. As you climbed higher into the sky, you dug through the bag, trying to see what she’d been kind enough to give you. You saw a change of clothes, food, water, and then something that made your heart soar: a runner GPS. Once you were high enough in the sky, you started messing with the GPS, trying to figure out where you were. You finally figured out how it worked, and turned so you were headed south. Your family lived near the border, so you wouldn’t need to travel too far. From what you saw, the city you were held in was only a couple hours from the border, giving you a better advantage than what you’d previously thought.

Flying was always calming, especially when you were out of eyeshot. You were able to fly without a care in the world, forgetting even momentarily that you were a fugitive on the run from the U.S. government. You looked down at the GPS, seeing that you were nearing the border. You’d been flying for hours, your earlier estimate of a couple hours had been wrong. You were beginning to tire, but you knew you couldn’t stop for a rest, not when you were so close.

As you were flying over the border, your exhaustion was finally starting to catch up with you. You’d never used your powers nonstop for this long, and it was starting to show. You just needed a few more hours and then you’d be fine. Your family wasn’t expecting you, but you knew that they’d welcome you with open arms as they always had. You’d lay low with them for a few weeks and then make your way back to LA, and find your way to New York from there. You didn’t know what would happen in between then, but you’d already survived the worst of it, you were sure of that. Now it was just a matter of saving the others like you.

Your mind went back to Steve in the hospital. Had he managed to get out? What was he doing right now, if he had? Or had he gotten caught trying to escape? You tried convincing yourself that he had to be fine, he was a smart man, after all, but you couldn’t help but worry. He was meant to be your mentor, but he had been taken down by an intrusive government. Your mind went from thoughts of Steve to Sam. Was he being punished for helping you escape? Sure, he was a troublemaker like yourself, but without his helmet he had no powers. Surely that would protect him from being viewed as too much of a danger. Right?

They’d taken Sam from New York, and he’d somehow ended up across the country. What was this agency planning on? They were imprisoning heroes, displacing them if they somehow managed to get out. Then why had you been kept in California? Was it because of your injuries from the initial fight? You’d healed well, so if that were the case, why hadn’t they moved you once you were well again?

You wondered what happened to Peter. Had he decided to lay low, or did he get taken in as well? If he got taken in, then there went your plans for New York. It was crazy, you’d never asked about anything that was going on since you got arrested. For all you knew, you were one of the only heroes left. No, that couldn’t be true, the mom would’ve said something if that were true. Plus, they were still making money off of hero merchandise. That wasn’t really a good example, people would make money off of anything these days.

While your mind was racing, you didn’t notice your flames slowly losing power. You could feel your body tiring, but your mind was overpowering that at the moment. It wasn’t until the rooftops made their way into your vision that you realized what was going on. “No, no, no, no, no, no! Come on, don’t kill me!” You panicked, trying to get the flames to work again. You saw that you were approaching the city square, eyes locking on a fountain. You knew you were going in on a crash landing, so you tried aiming yourself, hoping it would break your fall at least a little.

“So much for laying low,” you muttered when you saw people pointing at you. You were losing altitude and fast, your flame jets sputtering as you once again tried to get them to cooperate with you. Your heart was pounding, unsure if you’d be able to make it to the fountain in time. The rugged cobblestone was going to tear you up if you crashed there, especially considering the clothes you were wearing. There was no way you were coming out of this unscathed, you knew that much already. You gave a silent thanks as you finally saw you were close enough to the fountain, releasing a final shriek as you tried to ease your fall one final time. You closed your eyes, bracing for impact. Splash!

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taekwonduh · 8 years ago

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Don’t Forget, Pt. 2

Summary: “It is okay if you do not remember me, I can do the remembering. But in a world where I hold absolutely no place in your life, not even as the girl who knew your name before your face, I think it would be a place too cruel to live in.”

Characters: Jungkook, (she/her) Reader, Taehyung

Tags: Angst, romance, food for thought

Memo (Prologue), Pt. 1, Pt. 3

You have been awake for six hours.

But it is now, only now, that you believe you are truly awake, because for a dream to hurt this much, it could only be reality.

You have closed the book, now it sits sullenly at the edge of your desk, whereas your spine grates painfully against the wall you lean on while hunched on your bed, curled to your knees, trying to find some sort of explanation for the blow dealt to you from a single mysterious book alone. The sky gets dark. You find none. There is nothing in your mind but the echo of the first words you had brought yourself to read from that book.

good morning! so glad you found your way to this. (you don’t always pick it up and days are bad when you don’t.) anyways, please do read to the end, you need every memory you can get out of this. - 12.03.14

There are many questionable things about the message, but none are quite as chilling as the numbers written at the bottom. You don’t want to think that they signify the date, but the arrangement could hardly mean anything else. You don’t want it to be the date, because-

Because it is three years into the future.

At this point, when you have barely skimmed the surface of what you hope is an elaborate prank pulled by Taehyung to celebrate your recovery, it is easy to write it off as bullshit and be done with it. Yet you have to admit that you are so very curious, so very eager to learn why it had elicited such a response from you, to understand what it meant by needing every memory you could get out of it.

For a joke, it is quite a stretch for Taehyung’s usual capabilities, and he is known to pull some seriously ridiculous pranks. But if it’s not a joke, what else could it be? A time slip? A warning from your future self? That sort of thing only happened in movies. Perhaps if you confronted him about it, it would all just end in playful mock and laughter.

But what if it isn’t his prank? What then? Knowing him, it would escalate into a suspected stalking because which person from outside of town could know your address so accurately? Taehyung would murder anyone that stood in his way of getting to the bottom of it, and losing the book to the authorities when you have barely learned about it does not seem like a good plan for you. You want to know why this book had raised such emotions in you, and even deeper down, you foolishly hope that it might provide some sort of answer to your dreams.

For now, you decide, grasping the thick leather in your palm, reading on and finding out more would be the logical option.

you turn twenty-one this christmas. remember to give family and friends a phone call! - 21.01.16

Your nails dig anxiously into the cover of the book. Christmas is in fact the day you turn a year older. You might be friendly with quite a fair bit of people in the town, but only a handful are aware of your birthdate, much less your actual age. The elderly view all young people as the same after all. And when you calculate it, the year 2016 is the year you turn twenty-one, but that is five years from now. Why does anyone need to be reminded of how old they’d be five years later?

“Y/N!”

Your door swings open with vigour. You flinch violently on your bed, book falling out of your lap. When you realise who it is, you take the chance to bury it under your covers.

“Taehyung, knock.”

The boy laughs it off, slightly breathless from probably running up the stairs to your room. His hair is damp, and your room is suddenly filled with the smell of his usual shampoo, it gets stronger, mixing slightly with body lotion, when he saunters in and plunks himself on your beanbag. Freshly showered Taehyung is your favourite kind of Taehyung, mostly because it reminds you of your earlier years with him, when you were both no taller than the light brown fences that marked the perimeters between your home and his.

“Knew I’d scare you. Did you take your medicine?”

“Not yet… I still don’t understand why I need medicine. I was only sleeping for a long time.”

Taehyung clucks his tongue, pulling himself up when he hasn’t even sat that long to bring you the white plastic bag that contained your prescribed pills.

“They’re for before you slept for two weeks. Anti-depressants. The doc said they’ll work better with therapy, but let’s cross that bridge when we get to it.”

When Taehyung punches a pill out from the foil, you obediently open your palm for him.

“I’m not depressed.”

He hands you a mug of water. "You tried to kill yourself.”

“I didn’t.”

“Oh yeah you didn’t, you were just taking a swim, right? Except you weren’t moving? Maybe you thought the lake was a hot tub or something. Just wanted a nice, good soak?”

Your eyebrows pinch. ”What is your problem?“

Taehyung squeezes himself onto the bed, looking just as pissed off and ready to rebuke you. His lips part, but he stops short, and within seconds his eyes have softened, jaw losing tension. "I just- I can’t imagine losing you to something like… like that.”

“I know how it feels.”

Now he breaks into a short half-laugh, half-scoff. “And how would you know? I wasn’t the one who threw myself off the pier.”

“I just… I just do.”

“Alright.” You don’t quite like it when Taehyung’s voice goes tender. It only ever comes out in contexts like this one, when both of you have crossed a line and he is the one that lets you win. “Since you know how horrible that feeling is, be good and take your medicine. We’ll work something out if we have to.”

“Well, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you keeping things from me? Things that bother you?”

With the released tension between you two, Taehyung allows himself to hitch up from the edge to a position closer to you. He mimics your posture, leaning against the wall beside you, your shoulders, arms and legs pressed flush together. For a moment, he gives you a look that is both playful and brotherly, it reassures you, and gives you comfort that he is here, that he is with you.

But he ruins everything when he knocks your foreheads together, cackling like a boy at your pained expression.

“I’ll let you know when I think of something!”

“Don’t!” You retort, rubbing the side of your head as you glare at him from under your hand, “I’m not interested in knowing anymore.”

“You petty little thing.” He joins you in relieving the ache, thumb rubbing circles where your fingers previously were, but he ends up ruffling your hair into a tangled mess. Probably on purpose. You bat his hand away, and he laughs even more, putting the matter aside when he pulls out his cellphone and puts it between you, “Come on, I have something to show you. Jaegeun got drunk for the first time the other day. It was a mess.”

“You went drinking while your best friend was in a coma?”

“Semi coma. And no, I didn’t drink. Just popped by to watch because it was so damn hilarious. Look!”

When Taehyung is bent on getting your attention, there is little you can do to wiggle out of it. And so although the book is not deeply hidden, you manage to forget about it for the night as Taehyung shows you video after video of all the things you’ve missed out about your friends during the two weeks you were held captive by unconsciousness.

The two of you are almost always together, the longest you have gone apart being a week when Taehyung and his family travels up the country to visit his university student brother in the capital. Now you suppose the new record is the two weeks you ‘slept’ away; the period was long, and you were right there with him, as he was with you, but those two weeks that slipped through your fingers like sand felt like the furthest you have ever been away from him. As if the dream you spent two weeks dreaming had been years living in another world.

You suppose that is why you find yourself missing him even now as you are together, like your reunion had been five years overdue, the moment you returned to the world and once more met with the chocolate brown eyes filled with adoration for you. You say you know what it feels like to lose him, because perhaps in one of the dreams that you cannot remember, you already have.

At this point you can’t quite be sure how often you and Taehyung meet up, but right now it feels like a lot. It has been three weeks since your discharge, and more than half of the time is spent with Taehyung and a few other friends. You have always been around each other, that you know, but somehow spending time with him now feels a little different.

He does not stick himself to you, no, Taehyung is much too prideful for that, but no matter what you do, or where you find yourself, be it within the center of the group or at the outskirts, you feel his guard, his protection. At any one moment when you look up, you will find his eye on you. They are not glaring nor heavy, but rather, soft and tender, like a father that watches over his daughter. It is obvious that this has to do with your 'incident’, and maybe, it is his way of 'keeping a closer eye on you’ as he mentioned before. You appreciate him, of course, but it also makes you feel terribly rotten on the inside/

You find yourself smiling more, smiling wider and laughing louder, and when you peek at the relieved purse of his lips that grows more evident over time, you can feel his anxiousness over you drop. But while that dilutes the debt you think you owe him, the rotten feeling does not go away. Your cheeks cramp, your lips twitch and your feet scrape heavily against the pavement- you are so very exhausted, but at least you are able to make him worry a little less.

This is what Taehyung meant by sharing a love that is self-destructive, you suppose. There is no middle way with you two, you are two lighted matches in a race to see which one burns out first. You hope it is you. Taehyung would be the one to bear the weight of living without you, but at least you are not around to watch. It would kill you otherwise.

“High school starts in one week."

You are curled in the hammock on Taehyung’s front porch, a mug of ice cold rice punch in your hand and a battery-powered fan in the other. Summer beats down on your neighbourhood, there is hardly anyone on the streets, all gone to take shelter in the cool comfort of their homes. Taehyung’s room has gotten too stuffy from just the fan alone (his aircon has broken down), so the two of you have escaped to the shades outside.

Taehyung is on the steps a few feet away, wearing sunglasses, his own rice punch beside him on the floor. You watch dazedly as the condensation droplets slide tantalizingly down the surface of the glass mug, accumulating a wet stain on the wood it rests upon.

"Don’t remind me,” the boy grumbles, thumbs flying across the keyboard of the latest iPhone 4s. “Just thinking about it is giving me major vacation withdrawals.”

You roll over on your hammock to stare up at the roof. It is a shade of brown coated in dust that you are quite familiar with. “You’re being dramatic,” you say, feeling a cloud of drowsiness loom over you. It must be the heat.

“Don’t tell me you’re excited for school to start?”

“I’m not, but… this vacation feels kind of long too, doesn’t it?”

“You’re weird.” You can sense his commitment to the pointless conversation slowly dwindling, but you are much too sleepy to rebuke him for paying more attention to his phone than you. Your eyelids have just fallen shut when he suddenly yelps an alarming oh my God, and you are falling over the hammock and scrambling over to see what’s up.

“Rohwan just texted.” The moment you come to his side, his hand has gripped your forearm, fingers easily going full circle around it as he pulls you closer to his phone screen. “There’s a new guy in town. He moved in to West End yesterday, he’s our age, and Rohwan saw him in a Juhan uniform!”

You raise a judging brow, subtly wondering if the boy has always been this dramatic, or he has just become more inclined to such reactions after nearly losing you in the recent incident. Losing interest immediately, you drone, “and sooooo…?”

“We haven’t had a new face in six years, and he’s from Juhan, Y/N, that’s a school in Busan.”

Oh. Your eyes go full circle in their sockets, and you shake off Taehyung’s grip. Daegu-Busan rivalry is a concept that should only exist in dramas, it was such a shallow rivalry that you doubted anyone in real life would actually believe it. You’ve obviously doubted wrong. Taehyung is absolutely gobbling this news up.

“Tae, are you serious? Daegu and Busan have nothing against each other. That’s old people belief.”

“Okay, forget the cities, I was looking our school up the other day, Haesan and Juhan High have been baseball rivals since the eighties. That’s twenty years of tension! So here’s the thing, Juhan is comprised of both a middle and high school, so what is the new guy doing not sliding into the high school that he’s already affiliated to and enrolling into Haesan?”

Somewhere along Taehyung’s gossip-girl rant, you find yourself already plopped down beside him to listen. “How do you know he’s going to attend Haesan?”

“Rohwan saw him in the uniform shop. Dressed in Juhan but shopping for Haesan? Scandalous.”

“There are plenty reasons for someone to move cities. Maybe his dad got a job transfer? Or rent was cheaper here? Maybe he got sick of the smell of sea salt?”

“But Juhan…” This is when you realise Taehyung is no longer listening, and your warning goes unheeded even when you glare at him, jaw-slackened in girlish offense as he types an eager response to Rohwan’s texts. Frustrated by the lack of attention, Taehyung’s ignored mug of rice punch is taken into your hands, palm rubbing back and forth on the wet surface to smother his cheeks in gross lukewarm water. Taehyung screeches.

Then you’re racing around the porch in a game of cat and mice; you scramble across the lawn squealing out defeat, but Taehyung just warns for you to run while you can, covering the same distance with two long-legged strides, he leaps over his own fence and gains leverage over you because you’re not tall enough to jump and have to use the gate.

You’ve run down three houses when your lungs encounter a hiccup, suddenly strained for breath, you’re forced to come to a stop, bending over as you heave and cough. Taehyung catches up to you in seconds, laughing and pulling you upright.

“Jesus, I nearly forgot you were asthmatic!” He taunts, grabbing you carefully but firmly around the arm and helping to straighten your back, forgetting all about revenge. “Easy now, deep breaths.”

You level out your breathing following Taehyung’s instructions, the boy is concerned, but still manages to laugh at you about karma. The knot in your lungs untangles eventually, and though he seems to have put the matter of his wet cheeks aside, you certainly haven’t. When his guard his fully down and he’s ready to head back to the house, you burst up and jump onto his back, howling with laughter and rubbing your knuckles into his skull. “Pick one! Your phone or your best friend, huh?”

Taehyung’s whining and groaning throughout your noogie, floundering and staggering with your weight on him and your merciless devilish ministrations.

“Ow! Ow- okay! Shit, alright I pick you! I’ll always pick you!”

“Be careful kids! You’re on the road!”

Your heads lift to the first floor window of the house across the street, behind which the twins’ mother stands, armed with a spatula. Her eyes are scolding but her fond grin gives her away. Taehyung apologizes for the both of you and returns to the sidewalk with you on his back. It is only when you arrive at your white fences that he pops you down.

The run has gotten you both perspiring, sticky skin warmed by the mid-afternoon sun. Your shirt clings to your back, sweat drips down the side of your face, you’re breathless and tired, but you’re smiling and Taehyung’s smiling back- years from now, this moment is one you want to always remember.

Don’t forget, Y/N, don’t forget.

High school begins tomorrow.

“We have twelve hours until we’re back to the routine of waking up at five and having our asses stuck in a plastic chair for eight hours straight.”

It is five o’ clock. You’ve just returned from a very early dinner with your mother at the diner on the edge of town when you chance upon Taehyung in the hammock. He’s dressed exceptionally special when you see him, too special to just be lazing around on his front porch.

“Did you forget the hour-long commute during morning rush hours?” You respond lightly, grinning ear to ear when the boy emits a comical high pitched whine. Gesturing for your mother to head inside without you, you stop to converse with the boy from the sidewalk. “Are you heading somewhere?”

“Yeah. Dinner with the boys. Where are you coming back from?”

“Dinner too. Mum and I ate early because I wanted to go to the pier. I was thinking of asking you along.”

Though you are quite a distance away, leaning on the outside of his fence, it does nothing to mask Taehyung’s snap to attention. He bolts upright from his lying position, staring right back at you with unusually wider eyes. His jaw is set, his lips pressed to a neutral line.

“Are you sure about it?”

“Yeah.” You know what he’s referring to, but in all honesty the pier does not bode anything negative to you like Taehyung thinks it does. You want to reassure him of that. “I mean, it’s just the pier, right?”

“Yeah.” He holds your gaze, unwavering and full of depth. You try to smile. “Just the pier."

"Is eight okay? Is it too early?”

The boy shakes his head. “Eight is fine. I’ll meet you there.”

“Right.” You push off from the fences, angling your body towards your own home.

“See you there.”

When you return to your bedroom, the silence is more static than you are used to. Something weighs in your chest, something is always weighing down in there, but this one feels oddly tangible. It’s something you can’t shake off even after changing into your comfiest pair of t-shirt and shorts and curling up amidst freshly laundered sheets, but you refuse to brood on your last day of vacation.

The right drawer of your desk is more eye catching than ever in the rare moments that you are left alone. It is where that book has been sitting, out of sight and therefore out of mind, for the past three weeks after you had read the first page of it. Ever since Taehyung’s interruption that evening, you have willed yourself to put the book and all the complicated thoughts it brought to your head away, having convinced yourself to deem it a prank or delivery gone wrong despite the odds.

But your curiosity about it’s’ background had not yet died out. You think that if you allow this loose end to carry forward into your beginning at a new school, you would be left feeling like you had left one shoe stuck in the mud. And before long you find your fingers curled around the knob of your drawer, the book in your lap and the hours going by.

i think you should move out. mum is working herself to the bones trying to take care of you and paying for therapy. you can take care of yourself as long as you have this book. mum won’t be around forever. - 07.06.13

don’t worry, i will take care of you. love, mum - 18.07.11

three years ago you were diagnosed with anterograde amnesia. a car accident, they said. although you can’t remember how it happened. the therapist suggested you make this scrapbook to help you keep track of things. - 12.03.14

it’s your first day in your new apartment. someone has left post-it notes next to your pillow saying that you should check out this scrapbook. you know everything now. and you know you should read this book again tomorrow. aunt lives fifteen minutes away, she’ll look out for you. call her if you need anything. - 22.03.14

The weight in your chest grows to a point where it physically aches. You are a third’s way in to the book when a chime from your phone thankfully interrupts you. It’s Taehyung. He says he’ll be fifteen minutes late at least, and it’s a quarter to eight o’ clock when you decide its best to set things aside and head to the pier.

The book is hurting you and you know that, you only cannot figure out why. The accounts it holds is too detailed, too personal, to possibly be a prank. It feels so real, but also so unbelievable. And it reminds you a lot of your dreams- always altered, but always surreal.

It feels ridiculous to contemplate the possibilities, but the theory on it being from the future is eating away at you as the car engines die out to crickets singing in the trees, neon lights on shops giving way for muted silver moonlight. The hustle and bustle of the town’s busier district is replaced, after a near twenty minute walk, by the crystal clear sloshing of water against the shore. Soon, you have arrived at the pier, a canvas of black and a crackly reflection of the crescent moon against it.

Perhaps you’ve been watching too many movies, but the oddities are beyond reasonable explanations. How and why are the two crucial factors to this book being delivered to your address specifically. Nothing but a crack in reality, a slip in time, could explain why this book details the daily accounts of an amnesiac from the future. And it chills you to the bone that this book could very well be yours.

A crunching leaf snaps you to attention. The pier is a place of solace that is more than familiar to you and the youths of your town, but being that far out from commotion where street lamps are not always functional keeps you on your guard.

Scraping of soles against asphalt then turns to resounding footsteps on the wooden floorboards that make up the pier. You try to seek a face on the other end, one that you hope is Taehyung’s or someone just as friendly, but the lighting is scarce and your poor eyesight renders you no aid. The footsteps get louder, and soon a silhouette that is tall and fairly built becomes clear in your limited field of vision.

You could only assume the man had noticed your presence, for the footsteps then stop short, and the silhouette is no longer in motion.

“Sorry,” he says, in a tone the hints nervousness and genuine apology, like he’d wandered into territory that he knew was not his, “didn’t think there’d be anybody here.”

From the first word alone, his voice had sent a devastating jolt to your heart, one that leaves you breathless, incapacitated, absolutely stumped. You lose the instinct to breathe, and all you know is that this is a voice you have heard before, this is a voice that-

“Jungkook…?”

The floorboards creak, the silhouette advances and a face is illuminated by moonlight. Your knees nearly buckle.

“How do you know my name?”

#btswriters #btsmaknaenet #bts scenarios #bts angst #bts fanfic #jungkook #jaeworks #this is so fucking overdue lmfao

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