#you’d have helped me make it work but since I can’t trust u it didn’t so really u need to grow and change

[starlooove]

Thinking abt the animal motifs we could’ve had 💔💔💔

[gutterfuuck]

your mark fics have me 🫣🫣🫣 i was literally tweaking over that bff mark one…i need more bff mark immediately omfg…

ask and receive!

kind of a continuation on this post here, mdni!!

i have written just like the format of my last post about pervy bff mark, though will be working on a full fic pretty soon, so glad u have enjoyed it!

cw: stalkerish behaviour from mark ngl, making out, dry humping, mark is kinda subby but more because he is desperate and not rlly a sub? i am not sure how to describe it haha ^^;, drinking, college mark and reader

bff!mark who wakes you up with breakfast in bed, making sure to not be beside you before you woke up, he didn’t want you to think that you had done something with him last night… or rather, that he had done something to you. he would be milking his cock for weeks thinking about how you tasted on his tongue, craving for more, craving to have you pulling on his hair and whimpering his name.

bff!mark who says, “oh, it was no big deal. gotta make sure nobody tries to harm you, y’know?” as he leaves your room in response to you thanking him for getting you home last night, remembering how he had helped you clean up and change. you trusted him so much, he was such a gentleman. you were glad to call him your best friend.

bff!mark who blushes fifty shades of red when you run up to him the next day, grabbing onto his arm and pressing your soft breasts against his skin, his brain short circuiting as he tried to spit out a simple hello, butterflies plaguing his stomach.

bff!mark who almost creams his fucking boxers at the opportunity of getting something from your dorm room for you; “i just need my bag! i can’t believe i left without it this morning, i really don’t have the energy to sprint across campus- mark pleaseeee..~” you begged, and how could he refuse?

bff!mark whos hands are shaking as he slots your key into the door, unlocking it and stepping in. he found your bag almost instantly, of course he would recognise the bag he had gifted you. you always used it, always carried around a piece of him.

bff!mark who can’t help himself from locking the door behind him ‘5 minutes’ he thought. he could blame his lateness on tiredness, he’d tell you that he just walked back instead of running like he had on the way there.

bff!mark who pulls his hardening cock out of his pants, spitting on his hand so he could fold up one of your pillows and thrust into it, so he could pretend to fuck your cunt and get off on the idea that you’d never know that you would have your face pressed up against his dried precum later as you drifted off to sleep.

“y/n so good… wan’to f-fuckihn- hold you..” your bff groaned as he thrusted his hips up into the soft fabric, eyes closed as he thought about how pretty you would look with his dick in your mouth, how much he’d love to have your head bobbing up and down on his cock, how much he craved tasting your tight cunt again and how much he wanted to bounce your hips up and down onto his length; how much he wanted to fuck you into the mattress until he felt satisfied. “pressing on me like that.. c-could’ve-should’ve touched your tits..” he whispered, throwing his head back with a deep moan.

bff!mark who has to stop himself from cumming on your pillow, quickly pulling his pants back up and grabbing your bag, returning it to you with a smile. you’d throw your arms around his shoulders, jump up into a little hug with your leg raised… you made him so horny he couldn’t think straight. he especially couldn’t think straight when you asked him if he wanted to come over tonight, watch a movie, have a couple of drinks together since the guy who had promised to see you tonight bailed on you.

bff!mark who arrives with a large bottle of cheap vodka and an off brand bottle of coke, his eyes scanning you up and down in your almost skimpy pajama set. you don’t mind showing off a little skin, mark would never think of seeing you like that.

bff!mark who watches you refill your cup again and again; you always got carried away with your alcohol. he sips carefully, pretending to take large gulps. waiting. until-

“wanna kiss?” you slurred, taking mark by surprise. had he heard you correctly? he almost grabbed you by your shoulders and slammed you up against your dorm’s kitchen wall, grateful for his self restraint.

bff!mark who can’t talk— only act— you had knocked the breath out of him. he nodded lazily, biting his tongue before pressing his lips against yours experimentally, quickly pulling away… his hand cradles your cheek, lips connecting with yours again.

bff!mark who is so eager, who doesn’t even wait until he’s pressing his tongue into your mouth, loving the way you gasped lightly, twitching in his jeans at the way you shyly pressed your tongue against his. mark used his other hand to subtly rub his hardening dick, mind cloudy and body hot. there was no way this was actually happening.

bff!mark who wants to tell you how badly he’s wanted this; wants you to know about how he touches you when you sleep next to him, how he couldn’t help himself from stealing your underwear and cumming his brains out at the thought of your tight cunt walls compressing his dick.

bff!mark grabs your waist, guides you both over to your bed and pulls you onto his lap, his lips never daring to leave yours and his tongue fighting against yours. “f-fuhckk..” he’d whine for a second, totally lost in you. your hips gyrated on top of his bulge, causing a loud groan to come from his throat. there was no way in hell this was happening- he must’ve died and gone to heaven

“n-need you to suck me off- n-no- i wanna lick out your pussy so bad— fuck let me put my tip in-won’t hurt i promise, y/n please-“ he babbled, hips bucking up against your thin pajama shorts, quickly pulling his pants down so it could bob out freely, cock head wet with precum.

bff!mark who melts into you, hands not knowing where to touch or where to go, your mixed saliva dripping down his chin with how messily he kissed you. the best thing about it? you were sober enough to remember this time. fuck. he thought as he pulled your shorts to the side, looking down at how your pussy left a damp spot on his jeans, i can’t wait to fuck up your insides.

sorry to cut it off short here! i want to save all of the good stuff for the full fic i will be working on. i hope you enjoy! i lowkey love bff mark now… don’t fuel me…

[multifanlol]

hi! i loved ur calamity trio x reader u did with the reader escaping, could u possibly do a part 2 where the trio finds the reader again? ty!

Hii! And sure i was hoping someone would ask for a part two-

Calamity trio finding reader after them escaping

Tw: kidnapping, attempted suicide, all the yandere stuff you’d expect

I don’t know how to add a link to part one 😢 so your gonna have to swipe to find it but i only made it yesterday so it isn’t that far down-

You sighed puffing a bit of air out of your mouth

It sure is cold out here…..

It’s been 4 months at best ever since your escape and you’ve been doing kinda well

“Kinda” was because you were still in hiding you couldn’t see your family all thanks to three teenage girls? Well atleast that’s what everyone would think…..i mean those three teenage girls DID kidnap and had a lust for you-

I mean atleast you have your friends-

I mean sure they can’t always see you as there trying to protect themselves too since who knows what the girls are doing

Currently you were outside on a walk in the woods for some dumb reason and not in hiding, stupid? You know but it was only for a minute it was pretty close the hideout and besides you practically were gonna die at some point besides it was only meant to be a short walk i mean that walk did turn to you walking into a unfamiliar part of the woods you didn’t realise how lost in your thought you were till-

“I really hope we find them-oh no! Imagine if there dead?!”

“There not dead Marcy….it’s clear we underestimated them, they clearly think there stronger then they are….”

“Yeah but they think there stronger then they are imagine if there hurt-“

Those voices

You didn’t even realise how close they were you ran behind a tree holding a branch not like it’d be much help but you were desperate

“I need to get out of here…”

You thought in your head as you silently tried to find a better hiding spot while also trying to keep track on how close there voices got-

You winced at the crunched leaves you stepped but stopped in your place with your heart pounding so hard you thought it would of pounded out your chest

“Huh?”

“What?”

“I heard something it sounded like something or maybe…..someone?”

“It was probably just a stupid animal, we don’t have time for this”

“I think Marcy might be right i heard it too….”

Oh god

“Really? Let’s see, hey! Whoever you are you can come out we know your there!”

You tried your best not to make a sound which was barely working as your chest was pounding and your face was burning due to the high blood pressure and stress

Don’t make a sound don’t make a sound don’t make a sound-

“See? No reply it was probably just a squirrel or something”

Oh thank god that’s over with

You didn’t realise a familiar scent of perfume the girl was coming close to you

“Then why are you checking?”

“Just incase!”

“I mean maybe it could be an animal but-“

“S/O?!”

“What?”

“Wait what?!”

“Oh god oh god”

You tried to run but Sasha held a tight firm grip onto you

“Let go of me-“

You then felt another pair of arms hug you from behind

“Oh S/O we’re so happy we found you!! You really scared us this time”

“Guys, give her some space it’s clear those “friends” probably manipulated her or something”

“Yeah what you did was really reckless s/o, we’ve always warned you not to trust them i guess you really do need our watch on you”

You couldn’t speak you didn’t know what to do maybe if you were lucky some animal would come and distract them or something

“Aw she’s not speaking i missed hearing her voice…”

You would out found that line cute at least a couple years ago

“She’ll talk later it doesn’t matter since we found her, atleast those “friends” are dealt with-“

“W-What?! What did you do to them?”

“Aw your talking! Relax it was nothing now there took cared of for good!”

“It was nothing s/o, it’s not like we killed them all we know now is that they’ll never be bothering you or us again”

“No….no…”

“What were you doing in the woods anyway-“

“Ow-hey!”

You threw that branch you had on Sasha and made a run for it

You felt your heart pounding harder and harder to the point it literally was moving around

“S/o you can’t keep on running from us forever!”

You kept on running you didn’t know where you were going but you didn’t care you just wanted to get away from them

“S/O!!!!”

Big tw: attempted suicide if you don’t want to read that I’ll write down when it’s over

You ended up reaching a dead end looking behind you was the three girls getting closer to you you noticed a piece of glass on the floor and held it to your throat

“S/o, don’t-“

“Stay back!! I’m sick of this life, why did it have to happen to me?!”

“S/o you don’t know what your saying!!”

“Just put it down and we can talk!”

“No! No more of that! I’m sick of this I’m sick of everything and it hurts ugh-“

After stabbing yourself with it you felt a ton of pain but maybe a bit of relief that it was finally over

The suicide part ended

You heard some muffled talking

“You think she’s okay?”

“Of course she’s not okay, she nearly died”

“Huh…”

“Wait I think she’s awake! S/o, we’re so glad your okay we thought you could of actually died!”

“What is this-“

You start coughing and then noticed your neck having a piece of cloth over it

“You shouldn’t talk so much your throat is still healing”

“What?”

You tried to move but then noticed your legs and arms tied up

“Hey!-what-“

“There’s no point in fighting it it’s tied pretty well actually”

“By yours truly!”

“Don’t worry it won’t be like this forever just until we learn to trust you won’t do something brutal like that again”

“No….no”

“So how do we celebrate this by us finding them?”

“Why don’t we watch that movie Marcy always used to put on?”

“Yes! Then we can take turns in cuddling s/o! This will be the greatest!”

“See s/o, you wanted to be away from this? Look on how much you need us”

I guess she’s right maybe you can’t escape from them

Ahhh-i hope you liked it! I don’t really know what to say here but have a good day/night!

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 04x17

It’s a Terrible Life

This is a fun episode for me because Dean is soooooooooo gay in this one.

Spouse is also extra bitchy today because we ran out of the soda he prefers, and he is craving  b u b b l e s. 

Pointed out the Ken outfit

“Pretty dapper dude” “Are we only following Dean? Please tell me that’s the case” “Oh he’s typing” “oh my god. What?” To the Project Runway joke

“Eating fkn salad, really?” “Do we know that guy yet?” “What a fuck. Cayenne and maple syrup?” Spouse didn’t understand the health club reference

“Who’s going to shoot up the internet?” “hahah” “What do you need pencils for?” “Never trust coworkers. They’re all a bunch of conniving cunts” “What a cunt” (the coworker) “Is this a printer company or something? Sam’s in tech support, and Dean is in sales” “What is he not into? Hmm?” “That’s not too much forward than he is already” “Is this guy’s brain to explode? It would be easier to repeat the work at this point. He’s been there all day and all night now” “Is he going to jump off the building now? Stab a fork in his eye? Get possessed?” “OH YEAH. He fries his head. That’s extreme” “Fries are done” “Why the fuck is he on the same floor as tech support?” “Everybody’s getting possessed” “Vista? How does that have to do with filling out a form?” “Jump out the window? Where is he going?” “Oh shit” “That’s a lot of mess” “You’d have to be pretty accurate to do that. Or wholly unlucky. One or the other” “Since when do you need help, Dean?” “This episode has Deja Vu vibes from Mystery Spot. It’s not like that one but it has vibes” “Why does he have so many pictures of bridges in his office?” “Oh my god. Is that one of Jared’s supplements?” “Just 2 guys in a bathroom. It’s not like the health club bro” “Do you mean super natural?” “I like Dean’s chair” “Look at all this shit I printed out about vampires!!” “to satisfy yourself? Save it for the health club bro” “Is there going to be a red swing line stapler anywhere?” “Oh. You’re dead now, sucker” “Man. Leasing space is so expensive. How do they have the money to have this room filled with old telephones and shit? Doesn’t make sense” “Do kids these days even experience TV static?” “How did he know to grab iron?” “Why does Dean have a part in his hair?” “Is he drinking wine? No, it’s that piss stuff” “Oh Sandover is iron and bridge company hence all the bridges” “The video quality is shit in this episode” “A Bowflex? Holy shit Dean has a Bowflex. AND SPA TOWELS.” “Oh my god” “Creepy” “Oof.” “Whoopsie” Laughing at Dean talking about his portfolio

“The camera had an 8-bladed aperture. Look at that bokeh” “little gay bokeh boy” “oh my god that’s funny” burny acid not LSD acid

“This is before the Ghostfacers got annoying. I did think it was really cheesy at first but it became endearing over time” “They always light Jensen’s face way better than anyone else” “the fuck kinda saying is that?” “What is this phone shit on his belt?” “Was there a 13th floor in this building? Yes. Only really old buildings skipped that floor” “Are you going to let this guard get you that easily?” “So he wasn’t possessed while being a dick?” “Doesn’t he get cut in half? That’s awesome” “They’re focusing on him being slow too much” “nice” I flinched even though I knew it was coming “Is that what you don’t like about this episode? It’s just raspberry sauce” “clearly not worried about blood borne diseases” “They’re like old dry leather gloves. They won’t burn that quickly. They need an accelerant.” “They did use something. They sometimes use it for expense in other shows” laughed at the workout comment

Laughed at the health insurance thing “That’s what angels are for bro” “Did someone knock them out and put them in a dream state or something?” “Bobby, Ellen, and Jo? Really??” but he wants to be a corporate douchebag with his gay little outfits

“Pal. Fkn cranked an eyebrow hard at him. Make those eyebrows work” “That one eyebrow did the job of two” “I can’t remember the last time I used a pencil. Is that sad?” There’s a last time for everything

“Destruction of company property” “No one is asking where he got the fire poker?” “Is his name Ezekiel?” “Is there a western Great Lakes division? If so, I’d imagine the Eastern Great Lakes is pretty small” “Dean is going to have to amp up the sexy outfits to get up the chain faster” “Oh he’s Zachariah.” “Who directed the fkn shit out of this one?” “Literally Ken Business Man, and he’s in Sales and Marketing” I found the Ken doll outfit online

“He’s not strong enough? He’s gotta go to that health club more often” “what’s that supposed to mean?” “I don’t understand”

[jungwooforever]

Promise, you’ll come back to me. (TEASER)

PART ONE LINKED AT THE BOTTOM!!!

Paring : Yuta x fem reader

Genre : Yuta works at a Host club, yutas a vampire because im a sucker for that shit more to come 🙏🏼

Warnings : SMUT duh, cursing, alcohol consumption, blood (duh yutas a vampire)

Summary : After breaking off your two year long relationship with your ex, your best friend Karina decides you need to have fun again. Drink, flirt with guys, and get back in the dating scene. But her idea of a good time is a little different than yours. Leaving you at a booth with a handsome stranger for an hour, despite him being a host, something seems different about him. But what exactly.

Word Count : TBD

Authors note: This is still a huge work in progress so please bare with me. I will not let you down. I don’t know how long i’m going to make it but i’m aiming for 5k because i’m low key invested in this. There’s so much to put into this plot, i know it sounds bizarre but trust me it’s gonna be fire.

UPDATE : Hey guys! Im currently at 3k for the fic!! Honestly i’m loving the way it’s going so far so bare with me. Im hoping to have it soon!!! Thank you for all the likes and reposts i’m honestly so shocked at how many people are interested in this fic I APPRECIATE YOU GUYS TYYY!!

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“Is this your first time?” The man across from you asks. Pouring your second drink with such attention you couldn’t help but watch his hands. His black hair falling to frame his face as he slightly leans his head down “I’m sorry what was that?” You said shyly avoiding his eyes looking up to you opting to look into your lap. “Is this your first time at a Host Club?” He repeated in such a sweet tone you’d think he had practiced it a million times. It really didn’t fit his appearance. He wore an all black suit, but removed the blazer when you both sat down, and had the first two buttons of his white shirt undone showing you just a peak of his collar bones when he moved his shoulders. “Ah, yeah it is. My friend convinced me to come. She said it’s a fun way to get to know people.” You turned your attention back to his face finally looking up to meet his gaze. You didn’t really examine his face until now, he had dark eyes almost black, his lips where perfectly shaped, you couldn’t help but wonder what he kissed like. And he had such a strong yet feminine build. Wide shoulders with a small waist, he didn’t seem real. He handed you the drink with both hands making sure not to spill any. “Oh thank you.” Taking the tall glass and shaking yourself out of your own thoughts. “Of course, a beautiful girl like you deserves to enjoy herself. Where did you say you were from?” He said pouring himself a glass the same he did you. You could feel your cheeks warm up, of course they were. It was his job to make you feel special. “I was born in Osaka but I moved to Tokyo three years ago for work.” You took a sip of the drink it tasted just as expensive as it looked. “Oh really? I was born there too. I haven’t been there in so long, I truly miss it“ His voice almost sounded a little sad but he quickly adjusted his tone. “Let’s go back together one day.” he said with a smile. “Wow it’s only our first time meeting and you already wish to see me again.” You couldn’t help playing along with his game. “How could I not, a women as perfect as you deserves to be taken wherever she desires.” You know it’s just his job, you paid for him to treat you like this, but no matter how many times you tell yourself, you can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. He saw your cheeks heating up at his compliment, his signal to place his hand atop yours. Chills shot down your spin, it’s been so long since you’ve had a romantic experience with a man. But that’s not what caught the attention, why were his hands so cold?

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OHHHHHHHH okay this is just the teaser. Still perfecting this plot because who doesn’t want vampire host club yuta what the fuck anyways i hope u enjoyed 🙏🏼😈

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Genshin [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] What it’s like to be their manager Headcanons

Note: I think a lot of people misunderstand the role of the manager XD It’s not that the whole team is dating you. It’s that the whole team treats you like their family/sister. So you’d better bet that all of them are gunna be hella protective of you XD

Scenario: What do you do for the team and what do they do for you? :D

Warnings: not proofread, fluffy, might have some swear words, platonic relationships

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Tohma, reader as the team manager

Other works in the Volleyball Team AU Series: Click Here

Genshin Volleyball Team manager

It’s just fuckin’ chaos

On your first day you’re already bombarded with questions by Tartaglia and Kaeya

“So which class are you?” “What’s your height?” “Are you single?”

Captain Zhongli just cannot be bothered to reign them in anymore.

So Vice Captain Diluc does it and grabs their collars. “You idiots, you’re scaring her off!”

Possibly Kazuha and Tohma are the ones you really try to rely on, on your first few weeks.

So how do you gain the trust of your team? Let’s start with each player shall we?

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

Zhongli is just handsome and mature. He’s strict and needs to be the pillar of the team. 

You’re intimidated by him the first few weeks and he just seems...a little far. He’s always so focused that you can’t seem to catch a moment to just chat with him.

There’s a day where you notice that his form is a little off, you suspect that he hurt his wrist a little. 

You fidget uncomfortably in the gym as they practice, but finally turn to the coach “U-Umm... The captain is... I mean! I’m not sure, but... I think he needs to take a rest,”

The coach calls for someone to substitute Zhongli and suddenly asks you to check on him.

“Huh?! Me?!” the coach pushes you towards him, and Zhongli is just looking at you quizzically, you can practically see the question mark on his face.

“C-Captain, d-do you need some bandages on your wrist?”

Zhongli is taken aback, but silently puts his right wrist out for you to wrap.

Only when you’re done tending to it does he look you in the eye and ask.

“How did you know?”

“...Because I always watch, and all I can do is watch. If I can’t even spot that out then I’m not a very good manager am I?”

Zhongli has a newfound respect for you. He thought you were just a meek and shy thing sitting around and passing them balls but he feels his heart swell that someone like you is seriously watching over them.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

Diluc is probably the second hardest to get along with or break the ice with.

But he gradually warms up to you when he notices that he’s always the first one you pass a towel and water bottle to.

You’re not doing that on purpose, it’s just him who always comes up first.

After a few days he deliberately goes to you faster cause he always wants to be the one to receive a water bottle and towel from you first. Secretly a puppy.

The moment he realized that you were reliable was when you stayed behind to help him practice when everyone else went home already. 

You didn’t let up in your constant praise of “nice receive”, “great spike!” and “that’s so cool!” 

He thinks he saw stars in your eyes at some point.

“Hey, Diluc, it’s getting late, let’s leave some energy for tomorrow, yeah?” he could tell from your mannerisms that you were tired too, but you tried not to let it show on your face and still cleaned up with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then!” you wave but you’re stopped by a quick. “No,” from him. You tilt your head in wonder and he just looks at you as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“It’s late, I’ll walk you home,”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

You don’t have to impress this guy, anyone of the female gender impresses him.

lol jk

safe to say it’s not difficult to befriend Kaeya, just bring him a cheering squad and some food.

all jokes aside the way to this guy’s heart is through his stomach.

He’s not a particularly hungry person but there’s this one time he forgot to bring lunch. He was running late, or something of that sort, honestly not something new for him.

He ALSO didn’t bring money so he couldn’t eat food from the cafeteria.

Ask his friends for money you say? Tartaglia would go, “Haha no way!” Albedo would go, “Let this be a lesson for you,” his brother would go “Serves you right,”

By club time he’s famished and dramatic. “Guys, go on without me, this is as far as I go,” as he sprawls on the gym floor.

You ask if he’s okay and he doesn’t answer so Diluc is the one that answers for him. “He forgot his lunch, as always,”

You make a sound of understanding and the next thing you know you’re taking out a lunch box and Kaeya has lifted his head up, sensing food.

“I packed onigiri for everyone today, actually... In case someone was hungry. It’s not much but--”

Kaeya comes alive from the dead and clutches your hands to his chest. “Manager you really are an angel,”

Diluc jump kicks him away from you.

#4 Albedo (Setter)

You also don’t know how to approach this guy

He always looks mad or stoic or something. Like he’s always thinking about something.

He low key actually is always thinking about play strategies and how to set the ball better for his teammates.

You really do think he works so hard while the game is going on, so you decide to help him out a little bit.

You watch a few more of their games and somehow come up with a list of what kinds of sets are better for each different spiker in the team.

There’s surprise in his eyes when you pass the document to him and modestly exclaim “...but, it might not be accurate, since I’m not that experienced,”

He still nods and says “...It’s the thought that counts,” 

When he does read your report and try the techniques out he notices that it does hold some merit in it

Is amazed like how Zhongli is amazed. He thought you were just there to hand them bottles and cheer for them but he had never been so wrong as to what a manager’s role is.

Will trust you enough to ask you about his set performance.  

Will sometimes slam Kaeya with an insult. “Kaeya, your spike sense is horrid, Y/N can read the moves better than you,”

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

It’s not that he has a hard time trusting people but let’s just say he has the tendency to make you feel like he likes you but then he actually does that to everyone.

For example: He’ll throw compliments like “Oh that’s amazing Y/N!” but then back in the classroom you’ll hear him say “Oh that’s amazing!” to, like, every other person. 

That kinda disappoints you cause then the comment doesn’t really hold that much meaning to it if he keeps on saying it to others too.

He encounters a crisis mid year because this guy is just... he struggles with his grades. 

Captain Zhongli has told him he can’t play volleyball if he fails even one subject.

This boy is panicking and has semi-accepted this is the end of his volleyball career.

So you offer to study with him and he’s legit stoked.

Intensive and strict study sessions commence. Note taking, pop quizzes, surprise questions and even sudden random calls from you wherein you ask him a question and he has to answer within 5 seconds.

You’ve pulled all the study techniques you know here, this man better pass everything.

Welp, he still fails History....but since he worked so hard Captain Zhongli excuses it.

He’s so happy that he can’t hold back the stupidly wide smile on his face. He turns to you and for the very very first time in months, he bows and THANKS you.

You realize that he’s never thanked you before. Not even when you pass him water bottles or towels. 

You consider it a win, getting rare and sincere appreciation from him.

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

One of the easiest to get along with but at the same time, he’s so mature that you feel like you’re not even in the same age range as him.

Definitely someone you can count on though, so you ask him many questions on the first week.

Still, it’s one of those things where you can kind of talk to him but there’s still a wall between you two.

One day while walking around in school there were these boys who were commenting about his height, and questioning his abilities as a volleyball team member.

You didn’t really think much about it when you speak up, “But he’s a really good middle blocker and spiker,” 

Those boys look at you weirdly and you realize that you’ve unconsciously spoken up. So you hurriedly walk away.

Little did you know that Kazuha was in some secret corner and heard the whole thing.

Just like that, the next day, it seems as if the wall between you two was gone, and you’re able to talk freely.

That, and he seemed to like asking you to help him practice his spikes and throw balls for him now.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

is deceivingly easy to get along with. Just has a rough exterior but is actually a softie if you squint.

You know this because there are subtle things he does. 

He doesn’t speak to you much but then he would be the one picking up the balls with you, or sometimes there’s magically a new set of clean towels on the bench that you don’t remember taking out from the storage room.

This guy is passionate for the game, so he really beats himself up when he isn’t able to receive a ball during actual games.

You worry about his mentality sometimes. I mean, it’s a team game, it’s not like he alone can save the whole game

So you talk to him about it the other day

“You’re already a really good libero Xiao, I mean... I’m not saying you should stop practicing but you don’t have to feel so bad...” you pause because this doesn’t feel like the message you want to convey

“Sorry, what I mean is... You CAN feel bad, but share the burden with your team, you know?”

He knows what you’re saying and contemplates it for a while. He knows that his team has his back, but sometimes just needs reminder about it.

He looks at you and asks, “...Can I share the burden with you too?”

You blink “Huh?”

“You said I can share the burden with my team, but can I share it with you too?”

There is a blush on his cheeks at this point.

“Oh, yea! Of course! I don’t play but I’m still part of the team you know!”

Ever since then, during games, if he feels a little frustrated he’d glance at you on the bench and you’d give him a thumbs up for a job well done.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

You’re like bffs the moment you see each other

lol jk

You’re still awkward with him the first few days cause that’s just how first meetings are.

But he is very easy to talk to and always makes you feel at ease

Will always be the one to ask how you are if you need any help or if class was okay in general

Seems like the type of person to care more about others than himself

So he’s surprised when you come into the gym and you beat him to asking his usual questions.

“Tohma, how are you today? Did you have a proper lunch?”

“Tohma, are you getting tired? Want some water?”

“Tohma, how was class today?”

All the other members of the team turn to look at the two of you, thinking ‘Why does Tohma get extra attention?’ 

Tohma certainly doesn’t get extra attention you just TALK to him more. The other members deadass are also getting cared for by you, just in different ways.

This boy has some insecurities though, when it comes to playing the game. He hasn’t been in it for long so he’s the least experienced and that gets to him sometimes.

“Oh, really? But you play really well! I couldn’t tell that you’re new” 

His serves are really amazing though.

“Also! You always score points for us with the serves. Sometimes, your serves are my favourite part of the game!”

Has practiced extra hard so as not to let you down.

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cove wonders if you can hear his heart beating, if you can see the sweat on his face, if you’ve noticed the way he’s been fiddling with his fingers, hands sitting on his lap as you do his makeup. you had asked to do it, tired of the show rerun playing, with a promise that you’d wipe it off before anyone could come home and tease him. and cove could never really say no to you, could he?

“cove?”

he startles at your voice, not realizing you’ve been looking at him for the past 5 seconds. “yeah?”

“did you hear what i said?”

“um...no?”

your sit back and your lip twitches a little, stopping a smile as you explain, “i said i’m gonna need you to close your eyes in a bit. we’re at the dreaded eyeliner.”

“oh.” he blinks but manages a nod and small “okay.” it’s not like he didn’t trust you to do his eyeliner—cove trusted you with everything, he always did. it’s the fact that you’d have to get even closer to him, and if you couldn’t already see his nerves from where you stood, you definitely would now.

you move to stand in front of him, making eye contact the whole time. “i have to get pretty close to make sure this doesn’t go…wrong. is that alright?”

and for someone who’s dating you and has gotten plenty close before, cove thinks his heart beat becomes embarrassingly fast at the genuine concern in your eyes. but his own soften as he takes a breath and nods, “yeah. i’m ready.”

you smile, “promise i’ll do my best not to poke you.”

cove sends his own smile and “thanks,” in return before he holds his breath as you draw nearer. you’re close enough that your legs are against each others, and he’s suddenly very focused on his breaths not being too deep, too fast, too slow, too hot against the skin of your hand. in fact, focusing on it is one of two things keeping him from closing his eyes and turning away too early as you press the pen to the corner of his eye.

the other is the fact that you look nice, he thinks. you always do, but (even with his limited eye movement) cove can’t help but let his gaze linger on every feature of your face, not usually able to see you this close.

“can you look down for me?” your voice is soft but cove still feels it against his cheek. it brings him back to the reality of the situation, and he’s very, very happy to shut his eyes.

“thank you. i’m almost done. i just need to…” your voice trails off as you focus on steadying your line work. you're about to say you're done when you feel warmth under the side of your hand. it’s then that your focus wavers and you finally look at cove—how he’s chewing on his lip and fiddling with the bottom hem of his shirt, face red from your current position. and it's your turn to realize just how close you are right now.

you glance down where you’re positioned in between his legs, one hand cupping his face as the other rests on his cheek. you choke out a noise, unable to form a coherent sentence as cove's eyes shoot open in response and worry. the two of you stare at each other for what seems like minutes before you clear your throat and move back. “um, all done!”

cove blinks once, twice. “you are? really?”

“mhm, was just a simple wing,” you explain quickly. he stares up at you, and with the newfound distance you’re able to breathe and look at your work. you squint, your gaze flickering across his face. a few beats have already passed when cove decides to tease, still with a hint of concern in his voice, "is this a good contemplating look, or a bad one? should i be worried about my face right now?"

a grin flashes across your face as you shake your head, “a good one. you look pretty. and handsome. i should do this for you to wear at school tomorrow."

and cove holden wasn’t really a makeup person—the thought of doing this again easily gets something between a yelp and whine out of him (for a multitude of reasons.) it’s even enough that he doesn’t ask to see himself, only realizing that as you pass him the mirror, asking for his opinion. but even though he can still feel the heat of his flustered state, god did he wonder if he really could get you to practice on him again, just one more time?

[bonky-n-steeb]

this probably isn’t a good idea but this has been bobbing in my head for awhile…what if bucky had killed one of y/n’s close family members like their sibling or parent(s) or anything like that while he was winter soldier and they’re one of the people on bucky’s list in tfatws to make amends and he’s like taking them on dates and stuff to show them he’s sorry and he remembers their family member and bucky ends up catching feelings for them??

this is probably a TERRIBLE idea and i’m probably making myself look DUMB MAYBE U COULD MAKE IT A LOT BETTER IDKXKENDDN I ADORE YOU AND YOUR BLOG EEEE

Thank you!!!! You made me blush. 🥰 This is an AMAZING idea and I’ll come there and bonk you if you ever again say it’s terrible. Ily 😘 I hope you like it!

the sun and the shadow

𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || angst with a happy ending

this is not proofread :/

This reminds of that post I’d seen where it was like you go on a date with Bucky and he tells you he killed your grandma 😂

Bucky wanted to tell you. He really did. But how could he? How could he tell you about his heinous crimes when you were all he had.

Bucky still remembered your first meeting. He had cancelled the names above you on the list and now it was your turn. It was simple, he was going to confess and apologise and walk away towards a new day.

His therapist had said it would help him. He still didn’t know how removing the scabs on his wounds would ever be good for him; but he did it nonetheless.

And it was probably helpful. He could sleep much better at night knowing that there wasn’t anything to hide anymore. But he would never say this out loud; he had a grumpy reputation to maintain after all.

But then he’d met you. You were waiting for some blind date at a restaurant when he had approached you. He was about to introduce himself but before that, you’d considered him to be your blind date.

You couldn’t believe that the white wolf was your blind date. The one and only Bucky Barnes. Like were the avengers on tinder too?

Bucky thought maybe it was for the better and had started talking with you. I’ll tell her at the end of the night, he told himself. But just like your actual date, the end of the night never came.

And one date, extended to two; and two became three, and it went on. Bucky hadn’t told you he wasn’t your actual date and neither did he tell you that he had killed your only brother.

He had been on a mission where along with a few others, he had killed your brother. Back then, the soldier didn’t feel any remorse. He wasn’t programmed to feel. But now the guilt ate him every moment of his life.

He knew that the day the truth would spill out, was the day you’d leave him. And just the thought of losing you brought upon immeasurable pain.

You were filled with life and your eyes twinkled with hope as you spoke and he couldn’t blame himself for wanting to have a share of your light. You were the sun and he was the shadow.

There wouldn’t be a shadow without the sun just like there wouldn’t be darkness without light. And he too would cease to exist without you.

Hydra had sucked out his memories and emotions. And even after his memories were back, he never thought he’d ever feel again. But then you made him feel.

He felt proud when you laughed at his jokes and he felt happy when you baked cookies. He felt jealous when someone looked at you the wrong way and he felt sad when you cried. Most importantly, he felt love every time he saw you.

But today was going to be the most difficult day he was yet to live. Today was your brother’s death anniversary and you had trusted him enough to ask him to be with you when you visited your brother’s grave.

He couldn’t deny you that. But he couldn’t keep this secret any longer either. He was finally going to tell you. Even if you slapped him and walked away, he would take the pain you gave willingly.

Bucky patiently waited for you in his car. When you came out of your house and sat besides Bucky, your eyes were red rimmed and he was pretty sure you had cried the previous night.

He asked you if you were fine and only when you nodded did he start his car. The entire ride you both were silent. You were lost in the memories of your brother while he was debating when to tell you.

When you reached the graveyard, you walked towards your brother’s grave while Bucky stood at a distance. He knew you needed some alone time with him.

You placed the flowers you had brought near the gravestone and quietly leaned against it. You wanted to tell him so much, but at the same time you couldn’t quite speak a word.

Never in your life had you thought he’d leave you so soon. But fate was cruel and death always took the best people. You just hoped he was happy and at peace wherever he was.

Every year after his passing, you’d come here and tell him the highlights of your year. This time was no different; you him about your promotion, your new car and most importantly Bucky.

Bucky was nothing like you’d expected him to be. He was caring, resourceful and loyal. He was a gentleman through and through. You were sure your brother and Bucky would be friends if he were alive.

Once you were done, you walked towards Bucky with a smile. He on the other hand looked tense and worried. “I want to tell you something.”

You nodded him to go ahead. “I… I killed your brother.” There was no point sugar coating it. Now that it was out of his system, he felt much better; though he knew what was to come.

“What?” You couldn’t digest words that fell on your ear. “When I was the winter soldier.. I, uh… I murdered him.”

He saw how your face crumbled, how your nose scrunched up and how the tears rushed to your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

You walked behind until your back hit a tree and sagged against it. “Go away. Please.” Your voice was hoarse from all the crying and there was an underlying pain in it.

Bucky wanted to hold you and tell you how much he loved you. But the he was cause of your misery, wasn’t he? He had been selfish; if he had told you on the first day itself you wouldn’t feel this heartbreak.

Holding your head in your palms, you tightly closed your eyes and refused to watch him walk away. And the only question you asked to god, again and again was, why?

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The tv screen was playing some football match as Bucky sat on the floor of his house, loathing himself. There were discarded beer bottles and leftover chips just laying around on the floor.

He knew he was supposed to clean the house and go to work. But he didn’t feel like doing anything. No matter what he did, your thought never left his mind.

He missed it when the first time it happened, but the second time his ears perked up when he heard the bell go off. Someone was here to visit him. He was 99% sure it must be Sam.

Before answering, he checked his phone. He almost gasped when he noted it been two whole days since the incident and he hadn’t even realised. God lord, he needed to get it together.

When he opened the door, he saw the last person he expected to, you. You offered him a bright smile when you saw him and he returned it back. Everything didn’t seem so difficult anymore.

“Um, hey!” He didn’t know why your mood suddenly became awkward. He followed your eyes and looked down. He wanted to smack himself when he realised he was practically naked save for his boxers.

“Oops! Wait a minute!” Bucky replied as he sprinted back into his bedroom. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t seen him in his boxers, but right now it was purely awkward.

When he came back, he was wearing a Henley and sweatpants. “Hi!” He shyly ran his hands through his hair. “I thought it was… over.” Bucky felt heavy even while saying it out loud.

“Do you want it to be?” Your intentions of coming here were much different. “No. I…” Bucky couldn’t say anything further. “I want us to be together.”

Bucky stared at you as if he’d seen a ghost. Did you just say that or was he imagining it? “But I…” You sighed as you began speaking,

“Yeah I know. I thought a lot in these two days. What you did wasn’t up to you. I can’t blame you for what hydra did. It wasn’t at all your fault.

And Bucky I love you.” Without being able to stop for a moment, he engulfed you into a bear hug. “You… you forgive me?” He was the happiest he had ever been.

“Bucky, there is nothing to forgive. But if it makes you happy, then yes I forgive you.” Oh, how had Bucky yearned to listen to those words.

“I have to tell you two things too.” You pouted, what did he want to tell you now? “Second, I’m not your actual blind date. I came there to tell you about your brother but you considered me your date and I couldn’t stop you.”

Bucky was shocked to see you laughing. “I… I know!” Bucky stared at you with wide eyes. “That idiot called me a day later and told me his boss told him to work over time so he couldn’t come. And I knew it definitely wasn’t you who was supposed to be coming.”

Bucky chuckled as he pulled you closer. “And what’s the first thing?” You asked in a sultry tone. “The first thing is,… I love you.”

You pulled his face down and kissed him. “As much as I love you, I need you to take a bath Bucky. You stink!” Bucky winked back, “Anything for you doll.”

[ramp-it-up]

...And Forever

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Enhanced!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

AU: MCU A/U, after TFATWS

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Alternate MCU facts/timeline, lies, cursing, angst,  oral, (F, M receiving) fingering, spit play rank kink, size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), sex on a pool table, semi-public sex, a special surprise, stalker-ish behavior, almost Dark!Steve? Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: I am an MCU nerd but not a timeline detail gal. Please forgive me if the timeline is off. This is an alternate universe and a work of fiction. Please have fun with it! This is the second part to Always.  Enjoy!

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You opened your eyes to see that you were in what looked like a break room. There was a coffee machine, a round table with five chairs, a row of lockers, two Captain Americas, and a Winter Soldier.

There was some strange conversation going on.

“Then who gave me the shield at the lake…?”  

Sam was questioning Steve, but he stopped talking when you started moving around.  You must have still been in the wedding venue, because you saw the name of the historic building on various items in the room. 

You scowled up at Sam, Bucky and Steve.

You moved to sit up and Steve was at your side. “Easy…”

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

You squinted at Steve. His hair was shorter and he was clean shaven, but he was still gorgeous. Those blue eyes were full of concern. 

You raised your hand, and he held it, holding it and caressing it as you raised it to his face.

“Is it really you?”

Steve smiled ruefully at you. “Yeah, it’s me.”

You held his cheek and looked at him, bringing your other hand up to the other side of his face. He smiled at you. 

You grabbed him and hugged him hard, and then pulled back again as he held you in his arms. He moved back and pursed those ruby red lips. 

You had this irresistible urge to...slap the shit out of him. And so you did.

The sound reverberated in the room. Steve just stared up at you, with that fucking beautiful face, and then smiled, rubbing his jaw as if it hurt. 

But you knew it didn’t. And you were tired of the bullshit.

Sam and Bucky moved to calm you down, but you were too quick for them, pacing to the other side of the room. 

“All of you can stay the hell away from me. Y’all have some fuckin nerve. Especially you, Steven.”  

Your Houston accent was shining through with your anger.

“Wow, Sweetheart, that was harsh. But I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

You pointed at Steve.

“Fuck you.” 

You were seething, especially when he raised his eyebrow at your comment. But he quickly fixed his face when he saw the rage on yours. You looked at Sam, who just looked down, and at Bucky, who looked like he was in pain.  

Fuck thier feelings.

“I deserve your anger. I didn't tell…” Steve tried it. 

“You don’t deserve a got damn thing. Not even my anger.” 

Steve was stone faced at your vitriol. You were shaking, trying to control your emotions and not cry.  You were so hot. You fought to keep your voice steady.

“I thought you were dead.” It came out as a ragged whisper. But you knew everyone heard you.

Your voice was low, even, and scary. Bucky looked at you with wide eyes. Your own were brimming with tears.

“I thought you were dead and that they didn’t want to tell me.” 

You waved your hand at Bucky and Sam. And you waited until Steve looked you in the eyes again. 

“I thought you were in prison, that someone, on some alien star, forced you to play some sick gladiator games. Or that HYDRA was still around and they turned you into an agent for them. Or that you lost your memory in the blip. So many scenarios played in my mind, Steven.”

Steve knew better than to talk. This was his time to listen.

“But I never ever once thought that you chose this. Never thought it was your choice to leave and to stay away.”

“Listen…” Sam started speaking.

“Shut the fuck UP, Samuel.” 

If you had Bucky’s knives, all of them would be seriously injured right now.  

“You knew that he was alive and you didn’t tell me. Despite me begging for any kind of information.”  

Sam just pursed his lips and returned your glare.  You were right.

You went and stood in front of Bucky.

“James…” 

He looked at you, those pained eyes making your stomach flip.  

“How could you?  You knew?”

He just stared at you. Retreating into not speaking.

Steve spoke up.

“Yes, I left. Yes, it was my choice.  I thought I could… Well, let’s just say that hindsight is 20/20 and you can’t ever go back. I swore Sam and Buck to secrecy and I asked them to take care of you.  This all just got out of hand.  Didn’t it Buck?”

You watched Steve in disbelief and you swiveled your head toward Bucky and Sam again.

“You both lied to me. And Sam. Did you tell Steve to come back and ruin my life?”

Sam scoffed, offended. “No. I didn’t. S.H.I.E.L.D gave Steve quarterly updates.  You and Bucky happened so fast…” 

You ignored his explanation.

“But you knew exactly where he’d gone.”

“Yes.” Sam was cornered.

You turned back to Bucky. 

“I asked you a question earlier. Did you know?”

He nodded, imperceptibly.  “Doll… I…”

“James Buchanan Barnes. You knew?” Your heart was breaking even more than it was.

“Yes, but it’s complicated. He didn’t come back, at least not the way he left, and I thought it was a done deal. I thought he found…”

You interrupted him. 

“What. Happiness?” 

You turned back to Steve. “Is that what you were looking for, Steve? Happiness?”

“Sweetheart, you made me happy, I just had the chance to finally settle some unfinished business.”

You nodded.

“So James here took advantage of your little vacation to get with his best friend's girl while you explored your other options. Cool.”

It was not cool.

“Do you remember when you asked me if you could trust me, Steve?”  

He just gave a little smile and came to stand before you, looking down at you in that way of his.  He was trying to shake you. You were unshakeable. You raised your chin and looked right in his eyes.

“What you don’t understand is that you can’t pick and choose the pieces of life that you want, Steven.” 

You moved away from all of them. Steve stepped toward you, but stopped when you held up your hand.

“I’ve lived my life for everyone else, for this country, for as long as I can remember.  I deserve a little piece of life, Sweetheart.”  

Steve really believed what he was saying.

“What about me? Do I get a choice?”

Steve looked around at his two best friends, who were now best friends, and his best girl.

“You’re right. I think you should. You should choose.”

Your mouth hinged open. You spoke at the wall, then looked at Bucky.

“What about you, James? Do I need to choose?”

Bucky walked in front of you

“No Doll. You don’t have to choose.”  

You looked up into his eyes.  Damn, he looked so handsome in his bespoke grey suit that he chose for the wedding. And the tie that you gave him set off his eyes.  

“I just….  I just wanted a piece of happiness too. I knew you were Steve’s girl.”  He took both of your hands in his. 

“I don’t deserve you. When Steve didn’t come back, and you and I connected, I couldn’t help it. I was just going to keep an eye out, but…”

He gave you that cute little side smile of his.  And then he kissed you. It was short and sweet and oh so hot. You looked up at him, shook to the core. And then he ruined it all.

“I love you Doll. It was nice while it lasted.” 

Bucky was giving up. 

You nodded and backed away. Not believing this situation. 

“Ok. I’m making my choice.” 

You raised your chin and looked at Steve and Bucky.

“I’m not some fucking marble that you pass around, play with, and trade with your friend.” 

You took a deep breath.  “I choose me.”

You were gone in a flash, before they could even register it.  And although they ran, they couldn’t catch you before you were out of reach.

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Three months later, you walked through the late August soup of Houston heat to the bar, pausing when you thought you heard footfalls behind you. You used your speed to zip along to Willy’s; you were safe there.

You were back sharking with the best of them.  But your training was put to good use.  You never got burned and you never got caught.  You were making a good living.  

There were a jumble of misfit super humans who had gathered there with you.  You were a leader now. And you were doing well on your own. It was a life.

You already knew he was coming, and maybe that’s why you moved to the back room to play.

You were prepared, but when you felt him, you still lost your breath.  But you recovered quickly, straightening your spine, despite the fact that he was standing so close to you.

You looked at the dartboard on the wall across from you and chalked your cue.

“Don’t you have other things to take care of? Other wheres? Other whens maybe?”

You learned more about time travel since you’d left New York, and you understood more of what happened. 

The Avengers had access to time travel.  If only you could go back… but no. You were stronger than those men.  You could live with your decisions. And move forward.

“No. What I need to take care of is right here. Right now.”  

His deep growl stirred something inside you, and you fought your body, which was becoming moist at his proximity.

You bent over the table, super soldier dick poking you in the ass before you drew your pool cue back sharply into his stomach.  Abs of steel met the cue and nearly broke it.  He just stepped aside and shook his head at you.

You turned your head to look into his aqua blue eyes and you fell in love all over again.  Shit.

You gave up and turned around, leaning back against the pool table, because he wasn’t giving an inch, not moving from your space.

You scanned the room and your people were watching, but keeping your distance. They all knew who he was, and your history. They gave you space, but wouldn’t let you be hurt without a fight. You nodded at them and they all went to the front, giving you more privacy.

He nodded in their direction. 

“People fall under your spell fast, I know that all too well. They trust you.”

You lifted your head. “I’ve never done anything to make them not trust me.”

He sighed.  “Point taken.”

“Why did you come here?  I know that you’ve known where I was. Sam must have told you.” 

“I’ve known where you were. How could I not? I didn’t need Sam to tell me. It’s not like you were trying to hide.”  

He cocked his head at you.

“But the reason that I’m here, now, is that I’ve always been slow at math. And I just put two and two together.”

You smirked up at him. “You’re right. This is home. A leopard doesn’t change her stripes.”

He just chuckled at your evasion.

“You wanna play a game?” 

His eyes followed you, undeterred by your challenge.

You walked around to the other side of the table, leaned over and gathered the balls to be racked. 

You held two in one hand and looked at him.  He smiled and the electricity at the small of your back was everything. He slowly walked around to you as you racked them.

He took in your form (including your ample cleavage) as you bent over the table and your mouth as you said the word, “Break.”

“I’m tired of playing games, Doll. I’m just here to win you back.”

You turned around and faced him, looking up at him, now aware of his smell.  You closed your eyes and inhaled leather and metal. You opened them again and his eyes were blazing.

“James.. I”  

Bucky grabbed your face, hands gently cradling your head, and cut you off with a kiss, his lips gentle at first. Then his hands moved to your hips and lifted you onto the table. He slotted himself in between your thighs, your bodies separated by the same brand of black denim. 

His lips and tongue seemed determined to possess you. Bucky kissed and felt your body like he hadn’t in a lifetime. His hands roamed you like they were starved from touching you. 

Your hands were on his neck and in his hair, relishing the feel of him. You’d  missed him so fucking much. You drew apart, and his breath fanned your face as you two panted together, his forehead resting on yours.

“I am never going to let you go again.”

“James…”

“Hold on Doll, I’ve got to say this.” 

He smiled and gave you another quick peck.  You nodded, solemn.

“I said the wrong thing back in Brooklyn. I don’t care that you were with him first. I don’t care if you think that you might want to be with him. When I fell for you, I fell harder than I ever have. Even from the train.”  

He was whispering the words you wanted to hear months ago, causing you to cry.  But a lot of things caused you to cry lately. 

Bucky smiled at you, his eyes crinkling in that adorable way that you loved. You opened your mouth to speak and he kissed you, silencing you again. You responded with a smile. He continued.

“I know that you think that I folded and just gave up on you on our wedding day. I was just thinking that I don’t deserve you. Especially next to Steve.  I mean, you won’t find a better man.  But in the time since, I’ve realized, even though it’s hard. I’m a good man too.”

“You are, James…”

“You helped me come to terms with everything that’s happened. Sam has helped me deal with everything I did...and I’m not perfect, and neither are you, but we can be perfect for each other.”  

You nodded, smiling a little.

“I’m in love with you and I deserve you. You deserve me. We deserve each other.  And I’m not saying this because I think you saved me. But you are the strongest woman I know, enough to be with me when I am weak. I figured out that I can be strong for you too. I have to be now. I am so sorry that I let you walk away. But I’m not going to let you out of my sight now, even if you don’t want to be with me.  But I am asking you, again. Be my family. Make one with me. Choose me.”

You shook your head as tears fell from your eyes.

“James Barnes, there was never ever any choice. It’s you. It will be you. Forever.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief and started kissing you all over your face, down your neck and into your cleavage.

“I was scared shitless, Doll! I love you so much,…”

You kissed him now, your hands under his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders. Next, you went under his shirt, feeling his nipples, playing with them as he shuddered. Then your hands went up to one cold shoulder and one warm, grasping them as he ground his hard jeans covered crotch into yours.

“Too many clothes.”

You ended up helping him pull his shirt over his head. You trailed your hand back down his abs to the button on his jeans.

“I missed you James. My hormones are going crazy, Baby…”  

His eyes got wide as you popped the top button and bit your lip.  Bucky moaned.  He was about to explode just being near you.

“Th-that’s what we need to talk about…”

“Talk later. Fuck. Now.”

Bucky looked over your shoulder to the other room. To his surprise, the door was now closed.

“Wow, they…”

You hopped down from the table and got on your knees in front of him.

“You gonna let me suck your dick or not James?”

He looked down at you smirking up at him and could feel himself leaking in his jeans.  Three months of his hand had been torture, thinking of you.  

It seemed as if he unfastened and pulled himself out without knowing.  For a moment he feared mind control. 

But it was just love and lust.

You grasped him, testing his girth and admiring how your fingers did not meet around his cock.  

“Mmmmmmmm,” you moaned while you thumbed his tip, collecting the pre-cum and lubricating him as you pumped.

He stared at you, slack jawed and sexy as he watched you.  He reached down and put his hand in your hair, massaging your scalp.

You commanded him. “Eyes on me, Sergeant.”

Bucky locked eyes with you and watched as you licked your lips, opened your mouth, and spit on his cock.

“Fuck.”

You pumped him a couple of times before you opened wide and took him as deep as you could, relishing the feel of his wide, smooth, hard unit in your mouth.  You pulled off of him with a pop.

“Damn I missed this dick.” 

Then you deep throated him again, making Bucky have to hold on to the side of the pool table as he held your head while you spluttered around him.

“And I missed your pretty little mouth, Doll. Damn.”  He watched as you did it a few more times.

When you looked up and  he saw your ruined face, Bucky went feral.

He pulled you up by your shirt, pulling it over your head and wiping your face with it.  Then he kissed you.

“Fucking love how you do that, Doll.”  

He started kissing down your chest, pulling your breasts out of your bra, pinching and rolling your nipples gently, a little more carefully than usual. He looked at you knowingly as you squirmed in pleasure.

“I’ve been doing my research.”  

Then, he leaned down and suckled them with that mouth until you almost came, writhing in his arms. Bucky unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down, kneeling, and staring up at you as you leaned against the green felt table.

You stepped out of your jeans and panties and watched as his flesh hand glided from your ankle to your ass, palming it and then sliding back down as he lifted your thigh on his shoulder.  You shuddered as you could feel his breath on your cunt.

“I’ve been dreaming of this.”  

His eyes held yours as he leaned in for a kiss, then a long wet lick of your cunt.  You grabbed his brown hair as his blue eyes hypnotized you and as he ate you out. When his metal fingers came up, whirring, you started begging.

“Please, James…please…please…..”

He laughed, mouth still fucking your pussy. He pulled away, chin glistening with your juices. His fingers began pumping inside you, the vibration driving you up the wall.

“Are you begging me to stop, or to continue, Doll? Talk to me.”

“Unnnh, unnnnh, oooohhh shittttt. Don’t ever stop.” 

And then you came all over his face,  Bucky slurping it up happily.  He stood up, taking you with him and maneuvering you so that you could feel his thick tip at your hole before it breached you. 

Bucky’s cock stretched you out and made you see stars as you slid down his thick pole while he was standing up, pumping inside you as he deposited you on the table.

You wrapped around him like a vine as he held you, cock pounding from the feeling of being inside you again. He pulled back to kiss you again.  He was grunting in his throat as he tried to speak.

“Fuck you feel so good...Fair warning, Doll. I’m not going to last. Been too long.”

You let go of him, and leaned back on the felt, arms braced behind you as you replied, “Just fuck me James.”

Bucky took in your body, from where you were connected up your torso to your breasts and the beautiful fucked out look on your face and started moving.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”  You took him, looking down to see the impossible stretch.

“Yeah, look at that. Looks and feels so damn good, doesn’t it, Doll? How the fuck are you so… so… fucking… tight….?”

“Yes, fuck, James, FUCKKKKK.”

All nerves were in your cunt as you went down to your elbows, and then to your back flat on the slate table, pool balls going everywhere.

Bucky pulled your hips off the table and really started digging in, hips snapping at a frenzied pace as his metal hand slid down your body. You could tell that he was almost there.

“Cum with me Doll.” 

When that metal thumb touched your clit, it was over.  You came as soon as you felt his white hot ropes of cum drench your walls. You closed your eyes for just a second, and then opened your eyes wide.

‘Why am I curled up on a pool table after being fucked by my 106 year old fiance? What is life?”

Bucky laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head and helped you off the table. He looked around, going to get you a bottle of water from the vending machine.

“You good?” 

Bucky eyed you as you got your clothes together.  He leaned next to you as he watched you drink the water.

“Baby okay?”

You ducked your head, smiled and grabbed his hand, putting it on your slightly rounded stomach.

“Yeah. I can feel him moving around.  Can you feel that?”  

Bucky just stared at his hand, then at your face.

“Not really… Him?”  He was astounded.

“That’s normal. I’m gonna be able to feel him before you can, And yeah, Him.”  

You turned more fully toward Bucky and he took you in his arms.  

“I had all kinds of tests, to make sure that he was okay.  I wanted to know if… if what they did to me would affect…. “ 

You shook your head, then smiled up at Bucky.

“He’s healthy.  I’m 20 weeks. I figured we’d call him Jamie?”  

Bucky beamed at you and nodded. 

“How did you know?”

“Well, I figured out that you didn’t faint at the wedding just because of Steve. Why didn’t you tell me, Doll?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Are you really asking me that question?”  

Bucky blanched and you decided not to be salty. 

“Well, At first, I didn’t want you to feel trapped. I was so happy that you asked me and didn’t know.”  You beamed at him. “ But then…” Your smile faded.

“I’m an idiot, Doll. Forgive me.  It’s me and you. And Jamie. Forever.”  

You two shared the kiss you missed at the altar. It was going to be okay.

“Now, let’s go get some food. I know you’re hungry.”

You laughed as you punched his arm. 

“Ass. But you’re right.” 

You two walked down the street to Ninfa’s Restaurant hand in hand. Bucky turned his head and gave an imperceptible nod as you two passed by an alley/

Steve returned the greeting as he stepped out and watched you and Bucky make your way down the street.

“That’s okay Sweetheart,” he whispered. “Buck’s a good man. But I know you’ll choose me. In another time.”

He walked to the quinjet, which was pointed toward New York.

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 322: IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor was all, “Kirishima please take Hagakure and Aoyama and put them away somewhere out of sight until we’re finally ready for the U.A. Traitor Plot.” Shouto was all “HEY DEKU DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE YOU WANDERING THE STREETS LOOKING LIKE A GOTH PRAYING MANTIS IS EXACTLY WHAT AFO WANTS.” Deku was all “I’M SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY CRUSHING MARTYR COMPLEX AND ACCUMULATED TRAUMA.” Mineta was all “HEY DEKU YOU SWEET THANG, IF I COULD REARRANGE THE ALPHABET I’D PUT ‘U’ AND ‘I’ TOGETHER, ANYWAYS HMU 💖”, or at least that’s what fandom apparently thought he said. Everyone was all “WELL SINCE WE’RE BACK HERE IN KAMINO WE SHOULD DO THE THING” and did the whole “launching someone into the air to save someone by dramatically grabbing their hand” thing that everybody fucking loves to do in Kamino so damn much. Iida was all “[bombards me and Deku with feels].” Deku was all, “ू(ʚ̴̶̷́ .̠ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ ू).” I was all, “(;*△*;).” Horikoshi was all, “my work here is done.”

Today on BnHA: 

oh my god.

so I finally went back to look at what I wrote up for 321 last week, and it’s a hot fucking mess lol, and I really don’t want to deal with that right now, so we’re just gonna skip it and go back sometime in the next few days or something because I really want to read the new chapter and I have no self control. I’M SORRY IIDA

oh my god he’s breaking out the narration word bubbles oh my god. shit is about to get epic isn’t it

has there ever been a chapter that opened with these that WASN’T epic? serious question. anyways all aboard the Feels Express I guess

YEP

I saved a bunch of other crying kaomojis when I was looking for ones to use in the “previously on” summary, and right now it’s looking like that was a good fucking decision you guys. if I’m going to be an emotional wreck I might as well do it in style ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

AND BY THE WAY!!

SHOULD I JUST THANK HORIKOSHI NOW AND SAVE MYSELF SOME TIME LATER. THE MAN ALWAYS FUCKING DELIVERS WHAT ELSE CAN I FUCKING SAY GODDAMN. IS IT TOO EARLY TO DECLARE THIS MY NEW FAVORITE CHAPTER? I SHOULD PROBABLY READ FURTHER THAN ONE PAGE BUT I’VE JUST GOT A FEELING

(ETA: it’s like. maybe my second favorite lol. A HUG WOULD HAVE PUT IT IN FIRST, I’M JUST SAYING.)

anyway so Ochako is releasing Iida, which is actually hilarious, because idk if you all know this but Iida can’t fucking fly you guys

like, I assume Ochako released him because she already knew that Kirishima was in place to catch him, but I really love this split-second of panic on Iida’s part where he’s all “HMM, IS OCHAKO TRYING TO KILL ME, ACTUALLY”

LOL THERE’S A THOOM AND EVERYTHING

that’s some plus fucking ultra on Ochako’s part right there. “IF THEY DIE THEY DIE” goddamn girl did you leave your chill in the same locker as Momo or what

now poor Kiri is all “DAMMIT DEKU ARE YOU PASSED OUT OR WHAT, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU MY THING GODDAMMIT”

oh my gosh he is curled up so small you guys oh my fucking lord

RESIDUAL “LOST CHILD” FEELS FROM LAST WEEK COMING IN FOR A LANDING!! PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR SEATBACKS AND TRAY TABLES ARE IN THEIR UPRIGHT POSITIONS OMG ( ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ ₍₎ ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ )

LMAO IIDA IS TRYING TO CONFIRM THAT OCHAKO PLANNED FOR KIRISHIMA TO CATCH HIM, AND KIRISHIMA IS ALL “NOPE I’M JUST HERE BY CHANCE BRO”

Ochako is the U.A. Traitor confirmed. Hagakure I am so sorry I doubted you. Ochako get over here. so are you Toga now or what

anyway so now everyone is running over before Iida can react to this casual announcement of his attempted murder. and now Mina is taking her turn, and Horikoshi is all “HEY BTW IS MINA CRYING ON THE LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU CRY?” and of fucking course it is, you bastard. I’m not made of stone

( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

SLDKFJLSDKJ:LKWEJ

IS THIS THE PART WHERE I JUST START SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY FOR THE REST OF THE CHAPTER LOL. SURE FEELS LIKE WE ARE GETTING TO THAT TIME

OH MY GOD KACCHAN AHHHHH

I CAN’T OMG LOL I ALREADY GLANCED AT THE NEXT COUPLE OF PANELS, AND HE’S STARTING A WHOLEASS MONOLOGUE ABOUT ALL OF HIS DEKU FEELS AND OH MY GOD

“HERE YOU GO MAKESTE, A WHOLE CHAPTER OF ALL YOUR FAVORITE META TOPICS JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE THEM” THANK YOU HORIKOSHI YOU’RE A BRO (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

SLKASODIFALWKFLKJ

THEY’RE JUST DEKU AND KACCHAN. holy shit you guys. because oh my god, but it’s like when Deku was talking to the Vestiges about saving Tomura, and he turned into his little child self because his heart and intentions were so pure?? and it’s like that again, except that we’re seeing them as their child selves because that’s who they are to each other?? like, not that they actually see each other as children, but just, they can see past all of the stuff on the outside and see each other to their cores, to who they are inside, and when they look at each other they each simply see the other boy that they’ve known their whole entire life. idk?? does that make sense??? DOES ANY OF THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WORDS ARE ANYMORE I’M JUST SWIMMING IN FEELS OKAY. I’M TRYING HERE

they’re just boys, is what I’m trying to say, I guess. just Deku and Kacchan. all the walls are down, all the gaps are bridged, and all it is is the one boy reaching out and connecting with the other, and just,,, (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

OH MY GOD [GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS AND POINTING WORDLESSLY] !!!1LK1

DO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS YOU GUYS

HOW PERFECTLY FUCKING RAD. WELL LET ME JUST ENJOY THESE LAST FEW SECONDS BEFORE MY LIFE IS FOREVER CHANGED, I GUESS

OH

MY

GOD

CAN HE EVEN SAY THAT??? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL??? IS HE EVEN FUCKING ALLOWED TO SAY THAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING

OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

─=≡Σ((( つ ◕o◕ )つ

GET IN HERE, EVERYONE!!

Y’ALL HE REALLY DID IT. “BAKUGOU IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE HE HASN’T EVEN APOLOGIZED” WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT, YOU GUYS!! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO ((((／￣∇￣)／＼(￣∇￣＼)))) AHHHHHHHHHH

OHHHHHHHH

HEH. I’M ALREADY DEAD, HORIKOSHI, YOU BASTARD. DO YOUR WORST. GO ON

YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON “US”, HE SAYS. ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF OMG. KACCHAN, YOU STUDIED!! YOU UNDERSTAND!! PREACH!!

OH NO!!

OH WAIT!!!!

LOL I GOT SCARED THERE FOR A SECOND BUT ANYWAY! EVERYONE GET IN HERE!!! GROUP HUG!!! OR WAIT, NO, WHAT ABOUT -- [GRABS YOUR COLLAR URGENTLY] YOU DON’T THINK -- COULD THEY POSSIBLY -- !!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ARE YOU GONNA HUG!??!?!?!?! I AM NOT OKAY!!!!!!! !!!hgk

REACTION PANELS LOL EVERYONE ELSE IS ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS TOO WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER

LOL OCHAKO

I KNOW THAT IN REALITY THIS FACE IS JUST BECAUSE SHE’S CONCERNED ABOUT DEKU’S FRAGILE STATE RN, BUT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE WAY SHE JUST DROPPED IIDA COLD THOUGH, AND I CAN’T HELP BUT FEAR FOR KACCHAN’S SAFETY LMAO. THAT FEELING WHEN THE CLASS PERV AND THE CLASS BULLY BOTH BEAT YOU TO THE LOVE CONFESSION. KACCHAN WATCH YOUR SIX

OKAY BUT LOOK, IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T LOVE ALL OF THE OTHER KIDS, OKAY, BUT CAN WE PLEASE!??!?! HELLO?!?!? MOMO, JUST -- COULD YOU JUST FOR A MINUTE --

NOOOOOOOOOOO

“DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I HAVE TO SAVE SOMETHING FOR THE FINALE” HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, I’M COMING FOR YOU WITH A TWO BY FOUR!! NOT THAT I’M UNGRATEFUL!! BUT JESUS CHRIST, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT, AND THEN ALMOST DO THAT, AND THEN NOT!! OMG I HATE YOU

sure let’s cut to Thirteen then, yay. I mean I’m glad they’re alive lol, don’t get me wrong

(ETA: I think that might have sounded a bit sarcastic so I just want to clarify that I really am happy Thirteen is alive and on the job again lol.)

it’s just that if your name doesn’t begin with Baku or Deku I honestly am not interested for just these next five minutes okay lol. like I’m just gonna be completely honest. I am too invested lol, please, they were having a moment, JUST LET ME HAVE THIS PLEASE

OH DAMN U.A. GOT SWOLE AF

THIS SCHOOL HAS BEEN JUICING WTF. I THOUGHT YOU WERE TARTARUS LOL

I’m literally not even reading the speech bubbles though omg I’m so sorry. I really hope there is not a quiz, I promise I will come back to it later scroll scroll scroll

okay so they brought him back to U.A. and he’s all tired and out of it yes

oh goody Hagakure knows all about the security system

(ETA: is it just me or is Horikoshi really laying it on thick with the hints about these two guys lately? I’m on to you sir.)

THAT’S WONDERFUL NEWS. GLAD THIS CRITICAL KNOWLEDGE IS SAFE IN THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE THAT WE TRUST

ffs Deku

WHAT WILL IT EVEN TAKE TO CONVINCE YOU THEN?? SWEET JESUS

-- holy shit, what??!

they know?? how did they find out??! holy shit???

I’m about to cancel the whole of Japan lmao. fucking try me dudes

-- THE PRINCIPAL!?

NEZU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK

“a ticking time bomb” tell you what, this man is just asking to be punched in the face. literally begging for it omg

(ETA: I have been advised that I misread this part; Rat Principal told everyone how safe U.A. was, but he’s not the one who ratted out Deku; that was “the rumors”, apparently. which, if I had to guess, were probably started by AFO.)

oh I see, so it’s to be Feels, Part II then

he looks so sad and tired and lonely and she goes right for the hand, god bless. though if Kacchan’s not gonna hug him, you’d think someone would at least. or is it because he still smells bad. hmm

AND THE CHAPTER’S ENDING ON HER LOL WELL OKAY THEN

I MEAN IT’S GREAT AND ALL, I LOVE OCHAKO REALLY I DO, BUT WE WERE PROMISED GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GODS, WHAT GIVES SOB. I WAS ALL READY TO BREAK OUT INTO SONG AND EVERYTHING. SURE, HE DID THE APOLOGY, BUT WHERE IS THE FOLLOW-UP GODDAMMIT

(ETA: just to clarify the reason for my rambling here, I was really waiting for the hero name reveal and the presumed deeper meaning behind it lol. but I guess that is a conversation still to come! and we still need Deku’s response to the apology too for that matter. lots to look forward to still.)

WELL WHATEVER, SO THAT IS THE END OF THE CHAPTER! SHOUT OUT TO MY BOY RAT “LET ME JUST TELL EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ABOUT DEKU’S SUPER SECRET IDENTITY, I GUESS THAT’S ALL RIGHT NOW, NOTHING BAD COULD POSSIBLY COME OF THIS” PRINCIPAL. listen here you little shit

anyway but if you’ll excuse me... IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME. IF I COULD FIND A WAY. I’D TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU, AND YOU’D STAY. I DON’T KNOW WHY I DID THE THINGS I DID. I DON’T KNOW WHY I SAID THE THINGS I SAID. PRIDE’S LIKE A KNIFE, IT CAN CUT DEEP INSIDE. WORDS ARE LIKE WEAPONS, THEY WOUND SOMETIMES. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN TO HURT YOU. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T WANNA SEE YOU GO. I KNOW I MADE YOU CRY, BUT BABAY, IF I COULD TUUUUURN BACK TIIIIIIIIIIIME...

[strangelysamantha]

hi can i request a blurb or a whole imagine where jj rlly likes reader but she’s a kook and his friends don’t like her that much, 💗 thank u

hatred runs out ❀

jj maybank x kook!reader.

warnings: swearing, hateful feelings, that’s all.

words: 2,015.

summary: you are a kook, you were trying to befriend the pogues as they made you happier than you had been in months. the only downside, none of them were quite welcoming, besides jj.

request? yes!

a/n: my ask box is open, send away! i’m working on multiple imagines that should come later! like and comment if you enjoy this. thanks for the request! <3

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“she’s a kook jj, i mean, you aren’t seriously crushing on her? are you?” john b looked up at jj, and frowned when he saw he wasn’t laughing. “john b, i don’t know what it is man, but she’s different. i just know it.” john b cackled, “she’s not different. she’s a kook, i mean come on… she hangs out with topper. that says enough.” jj rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed. “you just don’t like her because she associates with sarah’s ex.” he shakes his head. “no, that’s not the reason jj. your mind is just fogged up, because you clearly aren’t thinking straight.” jjs anger was boiling up, and before he did something he would regret, he decided to just walk off.

jj stormed away. he continued walking despite john bs attempt of calling out to him to stop. he was trying to clear his mind, he genuinely liked you, so much that he felt the need to tell john b. jj wouldn’t usually be this upset, but when john b of all people disapproves because you are a kook, when the girl he is dating is sarah, it angers him. after ten minutes of air, and chilling out, he returns to john bs house.

once inside he sees you and kie. he was completely caught off guard. “oh? you’re here.” jj spoke to you, causing you to look up. “hey jj. yeah, i decided to stop by before my shift. do you want to join us? we’re playing uno.” your smile immediately lifts a smile to jj's face. “sure i’ll play some uno.” he approaches the table, and you deal him seven cards.

kie was the only one who semi liked you. obviously she wasn't ecstatic about you, but she was open to tolerating you. as time went on, she started to enjoy your company, she realized you weren’t that bad, and despite being a kook, the two of you related on many things.

“first card is a yellow two. jj can go first.” you stare at him, waiting patiently for his move. his heart was beating fast, as he tried to pick a card. as he placed a yellow seven, john b walked in. “why is she here?” you didn’t miss the sharp tone that lingered in john bs voice. “oh, i decided to stop by. i’m sorry, i should have asked.” you stand up, reaching for your jacket. “that’s right. you should have asked. you can’t just show up to someone’s house randomly. it’s weird.” you frown, not realizing until now that he didn’t trust you enough to even be considered an acquaintance.

“she’s welcomed here whenever she wants to be, john b.” jj spoke up for you. kie backing him up by softly saying yeah. “no. she’s not. it’s my house jj, and i don’t appreciate you inviting random kook strangers over. she’s not a pogue. she’s not like us. meaning; she’s not welcomed here.” you frown at his words. you quickly feel out of place and you rush to the door, pulling your shoes on. “i’m going to go.” you spoke up, grabbing your purse. “good. see you!” john b exclaimed, watching you walk out the front door and down the steps.

“what the fuck bro?” jj stared at john b waiting for an explanation. “what?” jjs eyes narrowed on his, he couldn’t be serious could he? “why do you always do that shit bro? i mean honestly. what makes her any different from sarah?” john b shakes his head. “don’t even compare them. they aren't similar.”

jj scoffs, “oh they’re not?” jj begins to expose the similarities but john b shuts it down immediately. “jj i’m not going to explain myself to you anymore. i don’t like her, and i don’t want her over here.” jj groans in frustration. “if only you got to know her man, then you’d know how amazing she is. i mean ask kie. kie thought she was annoying at first and now they can be in the same room without being in a yelling match.” kie nodded, listening in but staying mostly silent.

“fine. the only reason i’m agreeing is because you hate kooks too, which means you might be right. about her.” john b sighs, giving up. “thank you. please, even if you decide you still don’t like her, please just consider getting to know her.” he pleads, “i already said i will.” john b rolled his eyes, jj smiles, “okay. we should invite her to hang out with us after pope gets off work.” they all nod in agreement, planning something so they could see if they wanted you to join their party.

the pogues had planned on inviting you to the wreck, and then to a mini trip on the hms pogue, for a boat ride. you were ecstatic, excited that they wanted to actually hang out with you. you think hard, trying to find a perfect outfit. you didn’t want to overdress, or underdress, and you didn’t want to look bad. after deciding on a simple outfit and swimsuit, you head to the wreck.

you see the group in the back corner. when you walk inside, jj is the first to spot you. a smile spreads to his lips, as he waves you over to join them. you sit down by john b, jj sitting on the other side of you. “hey.” you say shyly, not entirely sure if this whole thing was a set up. you were hopeful it wasn’t, but you could never be too sure.

“hey, thanks for coming.” pope said. you smile brightly at him, “thanks for inviting me.” pope nods. your stomach was hurting by how nervous you were. jj made small talk with you, as you guys were waiting for kiara. you weren’t entirely sure what they were planning, you were just glad to be a part of it.

“alright guys. here’s the scraps.” kiara walked to your table, setting down a bowl of fries, and then a plaster of burgers. you smile softly, jj and john b immediately grabbing the food. you wait, not entirely hungry since you ate before you left. jj offered you a bite of his burger, “oh thanks!” you laugh slightly as you bite from where he had bitten, enjoying the taste, “hey you actually have mustard right there.” you smiled as you spread mustard on jj’s face. you couldn’t help the giggles erupting from you, as jj’s mouth opened wide in shock. “oh really? well you seem to have some ketchup-” his finger rubbed ketchup on your cheek. “all over…” he gestured to your face. “hey! give me a napkin.” you ask for a napkin and jj laughs. “no.” you immediately look over to pope, giving him a smile. “may i have a napkin?” you ask. he smiles, “sorry jay.” he hands you a napkin and you wipe the ketchup off your face.

“thank you pope. i like you. unlike some people at this table…” you look at jj and he’s just smiling like a maniac. pope laughs. “glad that you think so highly of me just because i handed you a napkin.” you nod, eating a french fry before glancing at john b. he was awfully quiet. “john b?” you question. he looks up at you. “yes?” annoyance already rolling off his tongue. “are you okay?” he rolled his eyes. “yes. even if i wasn’t, i wouldn’t confide in you about it.” you frown.

you wait a second, trying to think of how to lighten the mood. “you know what we need to do?” you look from pope to jj, to finally john b, poking at his arm. “what?” john b looks up at you. you tap jj’s stomach, indicating to him to stand up. he stands up, making room for you to be able to move out of the booth. you poke john bs side. “we need to dance.” you grab john b's hand, doing anything possible to lighten his mood. his frown was still hung on his lips. he hesitated and followed you to the middle of the restaurant. jj and pope stay back at the booth.

you lean over the counter, asking kie to play a song she knows john b would enjoy. “john b. you just need to calm down, and relax. you just need to dance like nobody's watching.” he stares at you, shocked. “it’s okay. i’ll do it with you.” his favorite song started playing, and you began to awkwardly dance. he laughed at your ridiculous moves. he held back from joining in, he didn’t want you to win. you began to break out dancing, and he can’t help but laugh. you look up as someone enters the restaurant. a smile flies to your face. “sarah!!!” she runs up to you.

“hey!!! i didn’t know you guys would be here.” you smile, still swaying slightly to the music. “sarah i would have definitely invited you if i knew you were free.” she nodded at your words. “all good girly, we still good for monday?” you smile, “of course.” john b stared, confused by this whole interaction. not only did you know sarah, you were actually friends with her. you had plans to hang out with her. maybe he was wrong, maybe jj was the one who was right. maybe, you actually were similar to sarah.

“do you want to join us?” you ask, sarah grabbed your hand spinning you around before breaking out in a fit of laughter. “stay another minute here with you losers… i’ll pass.” you jokingly act offended, “hey!” she shakes her head. “only kidding. i definitely would, but my dad wants me home. he claims he has a fun night planned but it’ll probably just consist of watching a movie and eating from here.” you nod. “well have fun with that.” you spoke, she smiles, “you know i always do.” you roll your eyes at her joke, she walks away grabbing her to go food before she disappears from the restaurant. “hey i’m gonna go take a sip of water.” you move back to the booth, jj refusing to move so you end up sitting on his lap. you sip water as you catch your breath from dancing.

john b heads straight to kiara. “how long have they been friends?” he asked abruptly. “her and sarah?” kie questions, pointing at you. he nods, “yeah.” kiara laughs, “they’ve been buddies for years. they didn’t get super close until a month or two ago.” he nods at her words. he was still shocked. he looked back at the booth, seeing you sat on jjs lap, his hands held firmly around your waist. you were speaking to pope, and he actually looked interested in what you were saying.

john b had just realized that he had the wrong idea of who you were. whether sarah made him realize that or not, he definitely didn’t want to hold a grudge with you, especially if sarah was your friend. john b walked back to the table, his attention on you. kiara had followed swiftly behind him. “let’s raise a toast.” the group was confused but they lifted their cups of water anyway. “to the newest member of our club.” his glass pointed in your way, his cup clashing with yours. you smile. john b was the only one you were worried about, and now he was saying he welcomes you.

the group cheers as you smile brightly. “thank you guys! i’m so excited for our future adventures.” you drink from your glass. the group waited for kiara’s shift to end before taking the hms pogue for a ride. you were sat by jj, pope to your left. kiara and john b talking as they directed the boat.

“well, welcome. you made it.” pope smiles, laughing slightly. “i did, isn’t that crazy. john b hated me like 6 hours ago.” jj laughs, “classic john b for you.” you nod at his words. pope, jj, john b, kiara, and you, talked all night, watching the stars as you guys got closer. it was so much fun, and today’s events allowed you to become a permanent group member.

<3

[castielcommunism]

re: ur latest #libertariannatural post, omg I could talk abt this for hours - to me the most frustrating plothole in spn is how little hunting as a way of life / community is fleshed out - literally makes no sense to me how it’s sposed to be a huge secret since, if u lived in that world where idk, vampires or whatever could kill u anytime you’d want as many ppl to know abt it as possible! to help each other! it’s basic sci-fi / fantasy world building like UGH ! write better !!! (Not u, the show)

It’s super frustrating! I think it’s a result of kripke wanting the winchesters to be these rugged individualist types while also making hunting this established practice that you “do” and “are”. But those two things don’t work very well together! Like sure yeah you can have a “community” of hunters made up almost entirely of suspicious anti social weirdos who can’t be trusted, but if that’s the case then it’s a lot harder to also make hunting a historical practice that dates back decades and centuries. Like hunting in the US is not a formalised order or group like it is with the bmol in s12, which means that hunting is more like an informal practice with loose cultural and social associations. You have meeting places like Ellen’s bar and Bobby’s place where those social interactions can take place, but iirc the reason Ellen’s bar burned down in s2 is BECAUSE kripke didn’t like the idea of hunters having gathering spots to socialise and trade advice/stories/supplies/etc. like he very clearly did not wanting hunters to have any sort of community, formal or otherwise.

anyway hunting as a practice in the show is very nonsensical unless you conceive of it as this like white guy vigilante thing. hunting is not about community protection in any real sense, it’s about vengeance and violence. the actual “community” that hunters rally around is much more broad than their immediate community. the cohesive glue that holds them together is just like, american white masculinity and all the political baggage that carries with it lol

[demonicheadcanons]

Could I suggest the brothers reacting to MC confessing to them accidentally?

MC Confesses to the Obey Me! Brothers By Accident

AN: Cute prompt! Sorry I took so long to get to this, nonny! This post is romance based, so if you’re looking for something more platonic I’m sorry but this one’s not it ;u;

They’re literally almost all sleepy in these, I’m having a day where I find that really cute ^^”

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Lucifer

Lucifer feels exhausted, half-dozing off at his desk when you walk in and poke him square on the forehead. It startles him enough that he sends you a harsh glare through his hair. You grin at him, and he responds only by scoffing and turning to the side, stretching his arms out. Well, he is grateful you woke him up to some degree - he has a lot of work to get done and has to remain focused.

But there’s something enchanting about how he looks and moves when he’s too tired and trusts you enough that he doesn’t feel the need to remain guarded. He’s graceful as always, but allowing someone to see him looking, for a lack of a better term, like his feathers were thoroughly ruffled and he was ready to turn in for the night, was a rare treat, and one sweet enough to crush your own walls.

By the time you realise you’ve just admitted to liking him aloud - something simple, but he knows what you mean when you say that maybe you like him a little too much, mumbled under your breath mindlessly - he’s already standing in front of you, leaning down to look you square in the face with an unreadable expression.

The corners of his mouth twitch up as he requests - or demands, its hard to tell - that you repeat what you just said. "I like you?" you say, although it sounds like a question, and he smiles and asks, "Are you sure? You don't sound it," with a teasing lilt to his voice.

You don't get to respond before he hums and straightens up, crossing his arms. "How much?" he asks, sitting against the front of his desk and watching you carefully.

"What do you mean, how much?" you sigh, frustrated. This proud man was getting on your nerves. Its not like confessing is easy, planned or not, and he had the gall to tease you about it?

"How much do you like me?" Lucifer's smile widens. When you don't respond, and you start to look somewhere on the edge of hurt, he sighs, rubs his eyes and stands up, tossing his pen unceremoniously onto the desk. He opens his arms and waits for you to walk into them, thoroughly confused by this entire interaction. "I like you too. I thought I'd get to confess first, but it seems you were so determined to beat me to it you did it without thinking."

You blush and glare up at him. That proud smile of his is softer around the edges now, and his hair is still just messy enough from where he's been running his hands through it whilst working that it makes your heart race. You lean into him, press your face against his chest, and release all your pent up emotions in a sigh. Lucifer responds with a chuckle, and he kisses the top of your head.

"Would you like some tea, my dear?"

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[[Others under the read more!]]

Mammon

- You two tended to relax together. Things were stressful, it was hard being in a new world and Mammon had been the first to befriend you, even if he refused to admit how much he cared for you most of the time.

But he's tired now, and its a little different. He'd brought over a blanket again and he was on the floor of your room, where he tended to spend a lot more of his nights now, but also where he'd found a place for himself since the very beginning when you first arrived. He leans up on his elbow and looks up at you, and you watch him in turn from the bed. You'd just been talking about something or other but now he's simply grinning at you, something devilish and handsome, and you can't stop yourself.

"I really like you," you half-whisper, and then cover your mouth immediately as if you can stop him from hearing it, can stop the words from leaving and making their way to him. They don't, and he tilts his head, face slowly turning red.

"Huh? What'd you just say?" he asks, sitting up and staring at you. His eyebrows twitch down into a frown, and he looks puzzled, and almost a little bit hurt? "D'you mean it?"

Before you can respond, he barks out a laugh and lays down, staring at the ceiling and covering his face with one arm. “Ah, yeah. We’re friends, right? I like you too.”

You shake yourself out of your stupor to glare at him. “I don’t mean as friends, Mammon.”

He sits up again, looking offended. “What, so we’re not even friends now? Wow! Way to break it to me.”

“You-” you half-growl, before taking a deep breath. Your face is burning, and he’s maybe starting to piece things together, but you can’t stand any more of this. “I like you. I want to go on dates with you, and be your partner, and spend as much time with you as possible. I like seeing your smile when I wake up and knowing I have someone I can trust.”

His jaw drops open and he turns away, covering his face with one hand. “Gimme a second,” he mumbles, and when he looks back at you there are tears in his eyes and he’s grinning. “Of course. Who wouldn’t want to spend time with the Great Mammon!”

His voice catches, and then he’s laughing and crying and you scramble out of your bed to kneel next to him, startled and concerned. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you down on top of  him.

“I like you too, MC.” He kisses the top of your head, watery giggles still rattling through his chest.

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Leviathan

In all fairness, neither of you were expecting it. It was late, or maybe it was early? You could never really tell in the Devildom, and you didn’t want to move right now for fear of ruining the moment.

Levi was curled up against your side, eyes fluttering closed and then bolting open again as he tried to focus on whatever show he was supposed to be presenting to you. He’d been talking through a lot of it, and you still had the remote in one hand so you could pause it to listen to him properly each time without missing anything. After about an hour of that, he’d started to look tired, and then eventually flopped down against your side, defenseless and unworried, too tired to really process what he was doing.

Your other arm was wrapped around his shoulder, touch featherlight on his jacket for fear of startling him. He was cute, adorable even, and whilst you quite enjoyed seeing him flustered, it was nice to see Levi free of it as well, even if it was a spell only going to last until he woke up a little more.

That moment, as it were ought to, came quite soon. The episode was fading out and the outro music just starting to play when you mumbled, “God, I really do like you.”

Without warning, Levi sits bolt upright and headbutts you in the process, clinging onto his own head as he stares at  you with wide eyes and a tomato-red face.

“H-h-huh?” he stutters, lowering one hand to cover his mouth. You fan at your own - he’d made you bite your tongue, and you were trying to process things when he started to mumble to himself at a mile a minute.

“There’s no way you could mean you like-like me right? I mean, I’m me. And you’re you. Why not one of my brothers, or even Lord Diavolo? He’s going to be the king soon! And-”

“Levi, please, one moment,” you groan. Your chin and mouth were sore and you needed a second, and even if you were planning to confess to him sooner or later it really wasn’t like this, and you didn’t need him denying your feelings so soon. You take a few deep breaths, waiting for the pain to subside a little. Levi helps; he hands you a cold can of something or other, purses his lips until they become nothing but a thin, worried line, and waits.

You start laughing soon after. “I do like you. You, Levi. And I know I could spend all day explaining why and you still wouldn’t accept it, so I’m just going to need you to trust me.” You look at him, nervous and already feeling thoroughly rejected, and smile. “You don’t need to return my feelings, but I hope you can accept them as the truth, at least.”

Levi tears up, and he nods, gripping the bottom of his jacket in both hands. His face takes on too many different expressions in those painfully silent moments, and then he opens his mouth, trying to force something out. You weren’t sure what to expect.

“I l-like you too, MC.” He sighs, clenches his hands tighter as he tries not to stammer too much through his words. “I... I...” He laughs, then, holds his head. “It hurts, so its not a dream, right?” His smile is small but glorious, and you can see his sharp teeth. “Yeah. I like you. And you l-like me?”

You take his face in your hands and laugh. “I like you.” He’s bright red but continues to grin anyway, and you poke at his cheeks with your thumb, smiling in kindness.

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Satan

Satan is curled up in one of the few tidier parts of his room, and you sit somewhere close by, occasionally glancing up to look at him over a stack of books.

The mess had been more disturbing at first - there were books everywhere, and he definitely wouldn’t take kindly to you knocking down a stack or two of them. He wouldn’t lose his temper, not at you - he hadn’t in a long time, not since before you’d made a pact with him. And despite how awkward it was to try to find a little space big enough for you to sit in every time he requested you come to his room instead of the library or your own, it was nice having that place and knowing you fit there, with him and all of his precious books.

He chuckles and pulls you back to reality, and you’re glad he hadn’t caught you staring at him. You look down at your book and back up again in a weak attempt to cover up what you’d been doing, and Satan smiles all too knowingly, as he often did, and tips his book at you.

“Listen to this, MC,” he says, voice somewhere between cheeky and amused. He’d definitely caught you staring. You blush but tilt your head all the same, curious, and he continues. “It’s a human world story about an admirer who can only ever sneak glances at the person they admire over the top of books. How charming is that?” His bold smile was annoying and handsome at once.

“It’s daring of you to assume I was actually looking at you,” you grumble. “I was lost in my thoughts.”

“But you didn’t deny the admirer part, hmm?” Satan laughs. He doesn’t mean anything by it, isn’t really making assumptions. He’s just trying to poke at you a bit, trying to feel out your reactions so he can better guess at them in future ahead of time. He did that often, and it was something you were getting used to. But this time he was right, and it was a little bit different.

“I can’t deny what’s true,” you mumble at your book. It was quiet, and usually he’d be so engrossed in his own again that he wouldn’t hear you, but you don’t hear pages turning, can’t feel the aura Satan has when he’s thoroughly engrossed in something.

You look up at him and he’s still looking at you, puzzled smile and flushed cheeks catching you off guard. Oh no.

“Do you like me, MC?”

Satan sounds unsure, and you can only swallow and nod as if you weren’t admitting to something you’d planned to keep to yourself for so much longer. Maybe you’d have told him someday in the future, when you were long back in the human world and had met someone else, or were at least starting to get over your feelings. But no. You’d just gone and done it now, with books piled precariously on either side of you and the subject of your affections staring at you, dumbfounded, over an unsteady pile of them.

He absorbs your words slowly, and you know you can’t stand and rush out of there without knocking over enough books to piss him off, so you stay and wait. So what if he knew? Satan wouldn’t get mad about something like that, and he was respectful enough to just ignore it and get on with his life. If it were Lucifer, he might tease you about it, but Satan won’t. And if he reciprocated?..

“Ah, that’s good then,” he smiles, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. He lets out an airy laugh, and you can tell that as much as he’s trying to hide it, he really is feeling flustered. “I was never sure. But, hmm...” Satan clears his throat, looks at you and genuinely smiles now, showing you something deeper than the usual facade he put up to make himself appear like more than just his anger. “I like you too, so its quite convenient, isn’t it?”

You laugh, then, and a weight leaves your shoulders... only to bring on a new one. Your sudden movements topple one of the book piles beside you, and Satan lunges forward to try to catch some of them before they can hit you as you protect yourself with your arms.

When the last one falls, you hear Satan groan as he sits up and pushes the books off of the two of you. He looks around, grins, and then laughs before offering you a hand.

“Well, it was bound to happen eventually.” His emerald green eyes sparkle in the low light, just bright enough to read. “Shall we go out somewhere else? I’d love to take you on a date.”

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Asmodeus

(Mildly suggestive at parts. Sorry ;u;)

It was a weekly tradition, to go to Asmo’s room and put on a face mask and relax. He gossiped, although it was harmless - there was no judgements passed on anyone - and you listened and offered insight on things. Asmo would show you whatever new makeup or perfume or clothes he’d gotten, would sometimes go for a full impromptu fashion show, or would rest his head on your thighs and let you run your fingers through his delightfully soft hair.

Today, it was the latter. You’d missed last week for some reason or other - Mammon had probably distracted you, or Lucifer dragged you off somewhere with him, not giving the chance for you to refuse. Sometimes the brothers did it intentionally; rather than setting up their own days to spend with you, they had decided to sabotage your days with Asmodeus instead. You were able to prevent it most of the time, to sneak off to his room or at least away from whoever was trying to draw your attention, but after missed weeks where you couldn’t find enough excuses or an escape route, Asmo tended to cling to you and not let go, begging for some affection. It felt best from you, he’d said once, and you were sure he was joking, because Asmo often commented about how he’d done much more with others in the past and surely you petting his hair and listening to him didn’t compare to that, right?

He opens his eyes now, and looks up at you from your lap. His eyes were always startling, because they were incredibly intense even if his powers didn’t work on you. They were beautiful, as well, much like the rest of him, and your gaze flutters away after a bit because you know they’ll draw you in and force you to admit to things you don’t feel ready to talk about yet.

Asmo chuckles, and you wind a hand through his hair and pull it slightly, frustrated. He pouts at you, face colouring, and you perhaps regret it.

“Don’t be a tease. You’ll ruin my hair if you pull at it like that,” Asmo whines. “I mean, of course I don’t mind that much, but-“

You cover his mouth and shush him, tutting as you put your hand back in his hair and played with a lock or two. Asmo only laughs again, and you can’t help but think how he’d only adore making you more and more flustered, and would even risk irritating you so long as he got to see you a blushing mess. He didn’t push too far, though - he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and more than that he’d be left on his own with no one to run their fingers through his hair if you decided to leave because of it. Or, well - he could easily find someone willing to do so, but it wouldn’t be you, and that’s the whole point of this, isn’t it?

He closes his eyes again and you feel it tug at your heart, something like a desire, but maybe more innocent than what he was used to drawing out of people. You pause, and Asmo opens his eyes to look up at you again, confused, and when met with that gaze, you can’t really hold it back the words that had been threatening to spill for weeks, now, and moreso on days like this when he was seeking delicate affections and smiled at you so beautifully it made your breath catch.

“I like you, Asmodeus,” you half-whisper, and you know he’s heard it because his eyes are wider now and you can see the yellow of his iris, and you half think to push him square off your lap and book it, but then he’s kneeling in front of you with a firm grip on your wrist.

Asmo’s mouth opens and closes, like he isn’t sure what to say. Something like ‘do you mean it?’ or ‘of course you like me, who doesn’t?’ or, maybe, ‘I like you too, love you even!’ Nothing comes out, everything jumbling together in his head. It was rare to see him at a loss for words, as he was a stickler for keeping his composure in almost any situation - it was attractive to be in control of your emotions, wasn’t it? But the silence was painful, and you weren’t sure what to make of it, because as much as Asmo’s mind was racing right now, you weren’t psychic. You couldn’t tell that he was trying to figure out the best way to confess.

Eventually, Asmo settles on doing something he knows how to do better than finding the perfect words for this. He leans forward, hesitates as if checking you were okay, and then kisses you. It’s soft and gentle and not nearly as deep as what he momentarily considered making it, but it’s just right for a confession. He pulls back only to kiss you again, and this time smiles against your mouth when you kiss him back. When you smile too, he throws his arms around your shoulders and laughs, burying his face against your neck and pressing light kisses against the skin there, too, although you can still feel him smiling too much to do it properly.

In the end, it’s not really said aloud, but you know what Asmo is trying to say. He likes you, too. And he is so, so incredibly happy.

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Beelzebub

9 times out of 10, when you get the urge to go to the kitchen for some reason - to cook, to get a drink, or to get a snack - Beel can be found there. The main rooms in the house he goes between are the common room, where he spends time with his brothers, his own bedroom, and, of course, the kitchen. And lo and behold, here he is now, eating something you can’t actually recognise and talking to Belphie, who slumps against the counter, half-asleep, but offers you a tired smile when you enter the room.

Beel himself doesn’t notice your presence until Belphie stands up and stretches, looking between you and Beel pointedly. Maybe you had been obvious, or maybe it was because Belphie was actually quite sensitive to people’s emotions when he decided to be and when it involved Beel, but he would often leave you alone with his brother if you bumped into the two of them, as if he were trying to give you a chance. His knowing smirk as he passes you on the way out, mumbling a quiet and lazy goodbye, didn’t help.

“Ah, MC!” Beel beams, and your breath catches. Generally, Beel looked quite pissed off. It was just his resting expression, and you knew he was content or thinking about the next meal he’d have, or something like that. But when he smiled? If you didn’t think it might offend him, you would absolutely compare it to that of seeing an angel. His expression hid nothing, betrayed his delight, and he grinned every single time without fail whenever he greeted you, unless he was seeking you out because he’d had a disagreement with Belphie and needed support.

And now as he stands in the kitchen, unknown food in hand and delighted smile on his face, you consider telling him he’s beautiful. Not like Asmo, not in the same sense. But he truly was stunning, and you wanted him to wear his smile with pride for eternity. He deserved to be so happy, and it would be a nice treat for you, too, to be able to see that expression anytime you wanted. You might sell your soul for that much, you joke dryly to yourself.

Beel looks puzzled when you return from your thoughts, and you realise you haven’t even greeted him yet. Perhaps that was how Belphie had noticed.

“Beel!” you chirp, and you think maybe he grins wider when you say his name, although it’s hard to tell. You lean against the counter where Belphie had been resting. “Did you find something nice to eat?”

He nods enthusiastically, and then seems to consider something before he closes the fridge and stands beside you, resting against the counter too. “Do you want to try some?” he offers, and you can’t help but think that he really only offered food to you and to Belphie, and what did that mean? Did he love you as much as his brother, and was it in the same way, or something different like how you felt for him?

“Am I being selfish by liking you so much?” you think. Or rather, say. Out loud. For him to hear. Unfortunately.

Beel freezes, and his ears go bright red. “You-.. hmm? What do you mean?” he asks, and you can tell he’s looking for a specific answer in the hopeful way he looks at you, but you don’t know what it is. If you admit to liking him and he sees you as a sibling, wouldn’t that be awkward? But if you lied you’d have to carry that with you, too, and it would be hard to correct in future.

You sigh and take a deep breath, and look at him, speaking with whatever confidence you can muster. “I like you, Beel. Would you be interested in... dating me?” You think to tell him that it’s okay if not, it’s okay if he’s not interested or he doesn’t want things to chance, it’s alright if he doesn’t think of you like that. But you can’t bring yourself to, and it’s too late anyone to take back what you’ve said, and what’s the point in confessing only to shut yourself down and reject your own advances before he even gets a chance to?

As you wait, Beel’s face steadily gets redder, and he seems to be fumbling through his own thoughts as if he can’t find the right one, the right answer to this question. And, eventually, he nods, and that smile returns, and your head spins because these last few minutes had been too much to deal with and now you have this huge demon grinning at you as if you’d just handed him the sun with a kiss on the cheek and promised him the world, too, on top of it.

“I like you too, MC!” he beams, and sweeps you up into his arms, food forgotten for the moment. You’d panic if his grip wasn’t so firm, and if you weren’t so sure he would never even risk dropping you. Beel’s eyes twinkle and you think you see a spark of mischief peeking through his delight before he holds you tight to his chest and spins, and you can only hold on and listen to his laugh. You bury your face against him and laugh, too, and you feel as warm and bright as his smile.

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Belphegor

(Mild spoilers for up to lesson 16 / 17)

Although you thought you would be able to suss out where Belphie would be - as Beel had his places, Belphie had his own; the planetarium if he couldn’t sleep, so he could look at the stars and think without being disturbed, or the library if he was scheming with Satan, or the attic if he wanted to sleep and wasn’t in his room - you found that it was actually more tricky than that.

You see, after being released from the attic where he’d been trapped for months, Belphie found himself seeking out his brothers on odd occasions. He’d do so anyway, before all this nonsense had occurred, but now there was more meaning behind it. He’d missed them, and he liked to curl up and play games or just fall asleep near one of them. Finding him on those days was almost impossible, because he could be anywhere.

You almost feel like giving up on it - the two of you had agreed to spend time together, but he was nowhere to be found and was probably off sleeping somewhere with no idea what time it was - and felt thoroughly dejected when you bumped into Lucifer, who was quietly leaving the music room, movements near silent and with a gentle and rare smile on his face. When he sees you it vanishes, goes back to his usual expression as if he’d just put on a mask, but you can tell he’s concerned because he puts a hand on your back and leads you down the corridor with him. He only stops at the end of it and leans down to quietly ask if you were feeling okay.

“I’ve been looking for Belphie and I can’t find him anywhere,” you mumble, automatically responding at a similar level to him. It felt like you were sharing a secret. “We were supposed to go on a walk together.”

Lucifer smiles, then. “Ah.” He tilts his head, and for a moment considers telling you it’s a shame he can’t help, but you look so dejected he can’t bring himself to do it. “Now that I think about it, he did mention something like that before he fell asleep in the music room. I didn’t want to wake him up, but he might not mind if it’s you.”

He chuckles quietly when you cheer up, thanking him before you rush off back down the corridor and open the doors of the music room. You see Belphie sleeping on one of the seats near the piano - he’d probably been listening to Lucifer play something or other, and had passed out in the middle of it all.

You can’t help but smile as you crouch down in front of him, pushing his hair away from over his eyes. As usual, he doesn’t even stir - you weren’t sure if he was a light sleeper or a heavy one because it seemed to vary by the day. but most of the time you could get away with little things like this without waking him. It makes you consider just letting him rest until dinner. You would still have time to go for a walk after, and it’s not like anything would change - there was no day and night in the Devildom. It would remain just as cold and dark as it always was. Any time would be the best time to go out, really.

Belphie shifts in his sleep, and you watch as his hair falls back over his face. You stifle a laugh as you push it away again, allowing yourself to run your fingers through his fringe slightly. His hair is soft, delightfully so, and he looks so peaceful and cute whilst sleeping that you absentmindedly let out a sigh.

“I like you, you know?” you mumble, only just stopping yourself from poking him in the forehead, because that would wake him up and it wouldn’t be a good idea to do so right now. “I really do.”

And, much to your horror, Belphie half smirks and opens one eye. You let go of his hair and sit back on your heels, startled, and he stretches and yawns.

“You’re awake,” you say, as if you were accusing him of something, and he laughs.

“Someone decided they wanted to play with my hair,” he grins, lopsided and with sleep still filling his voice, pitching it lower than usual. He clears his throat. “How could I not wake up? And just in time to hear you confess, too!”

Belphegor sits up and watches you cheerfully, and you pout at him. He liked to tease you, but this feels like it should be a forbidden topic. Something he shouldn’t poke and prod at you about.

“I wish you’d just pretend not to have heard it,” you grumble, but it only makes him smile more, and he tilts his head to one side, feigning confusion. Before he can ask why, or tease you more, you cut him off, focusing your gaze on the floor. “It hurts to be teased about this. If you don’t like me it’s okay, but please don’t make me regret liking you.”

“And who said I didn’t like you?”

You look up at him again, and he only sighs and gets up off the bench to kneel in front of you. He looks like he’s waiting for an answer, or waiting for something at least, but when you don’t respond, he pats you on the head and stands, holding out a hand.

“Don’t we have a date to go on? Get up off the floor, it’s dusty,” Belphie says. You take his hand and stand, and he pulls you closer to him, half hugging you as you walk. He was a pain to deal with and he knew it, but he was determined to prove himself worth the effort.

[studiojeon]

bitterness in goodbye | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. sadly, you can't read this as a stand alone (meaning: feel free to check the previous parts ♡)

| summary | - You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

warnings: none (?) i mean chaeryeong insults jungkook which is an atrocity in itself but-

contents: we diving into the angst my friends. jungkook is an innocent, kind hearted soul, i promise. oc's got the feels (out oct. 1) for jk. idol!jungkook × student!reader.

author's note: I EDITTED THIS FROM MY PHONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING ANNOYING THAT IS? also, thank u for the amount of support i've been receiving lately, i appreciate everyone lots. feel free to ask away or suggest anything btw, i would love to write for any prompts you guys come up with. 💞💗💖💘💓💕

words: 1.57k

playlist: honey by halsey

Four weeks later, the receptionist of your apartment complex hands you over a cardboard box with the hoodie Jungkook and you had talked about that day on the Han River. Jungkook kept pestering you to please please please send him your address for confidential purposes, which you knew had to do with his determination to literally provide anything that catches your eye right away. You assumed it was a sensitive topic for the boy whether people had purposefully taken advantage of his money before, so you didn’t dare to say anything when the man asked you for your size literally two hours after he dropped you off, scared to either reject his solidare intentions or piss him off for bringing unwanted memories back. In  your defense, your personality type keeps oscillating between INFP and INFJ so it’s only natural that you take extra care to make sure those around you have as much peace of mind as possible in your presence. 

As pretty and comfortable the piece of soft clothing is, an important factor is missing, something that you can’t recreate buying two of the same size and color, and that is Jungkook's escence and how good it looks on him in comparison to anyone else in the world. Meaning, you didn’t like it as much as you thought initially would. And it absolutely did not have to do with the fact that your short stature made you look like a toddler who stole their dad’s jacket.

Still, in order to show Jungkook how much you appreciate his gift, you bring it to work the next day, and the rest of the days after that, with the excuse that with winter rolling around you needed something to keep you warm in the office. Jungkook doesn’t miss the opportunity to confirm your assumptions regarding your appearance whenever he barges into your office randomly throughout the week, arguing that ”you look so adorable” and doesn’t stop for two weeks more, until he gets used to seeing you wearing something you shared with him. Which doesn’t help ease your growing romantic feelings for him whatsoever.

Because yeah, you liked Jeon Jungkook, just like every human being with eyes and sexual desires, except, you didn’t just like him in a superficial way, and that’s where the problem with him resides. Though you are sure everyone has fallen in love with the endearing boy at some point - especially the excluded and invalidated women of society - you can’t help but place some blame on you for allowing yourself to be swooned so goddamn easily. Your mom had said to you at some point to be wary of the way some men would talk to you when you grew up, their intention usually being getting inside your pants, which has happened to you more times than you'd like to admit. And with the argument that she knew you better than anyone, she claimed you would comply right the second someone talked sweet to you; you despised the fact that was the case with Jungkook (and Jungkook only), although he had never shown any sexual innuendos. What your feelings could do to your relationship with Jungkook and your rather chill lifestyle scared you to death, shiver me timbers and all that shit, having romantic feelings for someone else is embarrassing, especially when your chance with them has been scratched out the second you laid eyes on them.

Jungkook sits on your couch, legs spread on your thighs as you two pretend to watch some series on netflix. “I don’t buy for a second the act you’re putting on right now.” he speaks randomly after staring at your deep-in-thought state for a few minutes and laughs when you snap at him for not letting you overthink in peace. “What’s going on?”

Truth is, you don’t fucking know. A few hours before he arrived at your place (you had to pick him up at the dorm and sneak the both of you through the subterranean parking lot, because god forbid someone saw Jungkook arriving at some chick’s dorm on a saturday afternoon) you swore you would be able to conceal whatever emotional turmoil you had going inside of you without compromising your regular behaviour around the man, but when push comes to shove, it’s impossible to keep yourself from wondering how far you could go before that special someone found out what was going on inside of your head.

Jungkook’s phone rings in his pocket with some annoying tone he had downloaded illegally from youtube the same day the company had handed over the device as a gift for him (you still were a little bitter over how they neglected the rest of the staff but you also knew it was kind of impossible for the human kind to just gift a-thousand-dollar-phones to almost five hundred people out of solidarity). “Hyung?” he picks up, still wary of your unusual behaviour, concerned eyes looking at you. “No, uh- i’m with Yugyeom right now.” and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You have been suspecting for a while that Jungkook is being hesitant to introduce you to his social circle. Although, you’ve tried your best not to take it personal, it is getting harder to resist the urge to ask him what the fuck is up with that. The fact that Jungkook had to lie about the person he was hanging out with broke your ego; he could’ve just said he was with a friend, right? You suddenly feel like you’re fifteen again, when the guy you liked would love you in the dark but pretend he didn’t know you in the light. 

Holding your tears back, you gently push him off and make your way towards the bathroom in the most nonchalant way you could. This is your fault for falling for the nice popular guy in the first place, you remind the reflection staring back at you. Still, as bad as it hurt, there was no way you were going to cry over a stupid boy, let alone when he was literally sat on the next room. He can go fuck himself if he thinks he can just toss this behind as if nothing ever happened.

You text Chaeryeong instead.

“chaery bom bom: i swear to god i gonna throw hands the next time i see the bitch.

chaery bom bom: like who the hell does he think he is? fucking squidward looking asshole.

chaery bom bom: he ain’t even that cute bub, you’ll get over him. i know jinyoung wouldn’t treat you like this”

You sigh. Chaeryeong has been enamored with the idea of you and his former company colleague from GOT7 since the day she met the guy (which was somewhere around ten years ago), and although he was all that, you didn’t like his quiet and cold aura, it intimidated the fuck out of you (Jungkook was the entire opposite of that).

You spray on some perfume just to have an excuse as to why you randomly ran to the bathroom when Jungkook’s inquiring eyes stare as you sit back on the couch, which is exactly what he does. “You done with your call?” you ask, bitter.

Jungkook frowns, a bit taken aback by the sudden question but still unaware of the way his words had made you feel, not even sensing the hostile change in your mood. “Yes, it was one of our managers. He was wondering if I could come back to reshoot some...-thing.”

Okay, now you kind of understand as to why he lied in the first place and to say you feel guilty is an understatement. “I supposed he backed down once you mentioned you were hanging out with Yugyeom.” playfulness makes its appearance on your tone and Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, tongue poking on the inside of his slightly red cheeks.

“Sorry for that” he moves closer and cuddles your arm, like a sad guilty puppy. “It’s just- I don’t want them asking questions''.

You understand. He is a very reserved and private person after all. It took you a bit to crack him open yourself. Plus, you kind of share that trait with him, you’d hate it too if people were constantly on your nerves for the people you decide to hang out with. 

And that’s all it takes to forgive him. Not very cash money of you.

“You better not pull that shit again, though” you shift in his hold and he looks up at you. One look into your eyes and he knows what you mean. “I’ll kick you out.”

After nodding, Jungkook resumes his concentration on the series you picked out for him. Due to your short attention span, you are very picky about what you invest your time in, especifically with audiovisual pieces of media, so Jungkook trusts you whenever you recommend something on very rare occasions. As a matter of fact, Jungkook was busy attacking your kitchen counters for snacks (which you didn’t have) when you mentioned Money Heist. “Munch on some grapes instead” you suggested to soothe his disappointment.

You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

[bratkook]

deep six: watch yourself (m) jjk.

You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus, you’d better watch yourself.

part one. ao3 . v-day drabble. prequel

pairing. biker!jk x reader genre. angst, smut, fluff warnings. violence in forms of fist fighting, blood, depictions of murder, use of knives, use of guns, mentions of selling drugs, corrupt cops, breaking of alliances, deep six forgets about their golden rules for a brief moment of chaos and revenge (this is a biker gang au please don’t read this if any of the above is triggering), infidelity, minho is lowkey very abusive but no surprise there, smut in forms of: oral sex (m. & f. receiving), face fucking, fingering, he’s still wearing those mf SIX rings, rough sex thats still super lovey, unprotected sex, riding, spanking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, brief cockwarming, nipple play, love kink!!!, slight possessiveness, spit kink, missionary bc his face is pretty 🥺, he has a gold chain on, sweet loving biker gang!jungkook is back 😌 word count. 29k author’s note. to celebrate the love deep six got, I decided to expand the story and add a second part! (i know this is a lot longer than the first part but i had to add more backstory since pt 1 was just smut w. minimal plot lol) i’m open to doing small drabbles if you request any bc i love this couple sm. thank u all for loving the first part & i hope you love the second just as much. please...hit up my inbox and let me know your thoughts on this, it goes a long way! ily all byeee beta reader. @taestybae​ thank you for being an irl angel and checking me on my tenses, wonky punctuation and any possible plot holes while simultaneously hyping up the story in your comments and erasing any doubts i had hahaha you’re the best ilu ❣️

Chaos. Pure fucking chaos.

The minute you get Seulgi’s text that stated that simple word, it’s as if you forget how to breathe, your lungs no longer working on autopilot as you start to choke, ready to pound onto your chest with your fist to get your lungs to wake up. It’s Jungkook’s hand placed on your shoulder that allows you to get that first breath of air, gulping it down like your life depended on it, lungs burning as you gasp. 

“Relax, breathe. What’s going on?”

“Minho, I think Minho knows.” It’s a guess really, her text didn’t explain much, but the way he had blown up your phone only leads you to believe that he was well aware that you were missing and Minho didn’t take well to misplacing his things.

Jungkook doesn’t know what course of action would be most beneficial, if Minho does in fact know, would it be best to simply keep you here, or would that make it all worse? He really needs Seokjin to answer the phone but it continues to ring, the rhythmic vibrations droning out until it eventually leads to his voicemail. That alone isn’t a good sign but Jungkook can’t allow himself to panic or assume the worst, especially when you currently look on the verge of passing out or throwing up.

“Call Seulgi,” he instructs, keeping his voice calm and level while he roams the room and picks up your discarded clothing. Jungkook knew that although your club and the Vagos had some form of loyalty with each other, your friendship with Seulgi laid deeper than the club itself.

“Right, you’re right,” you stutter out, quickly dialing her number and putting it on speaker, not trusting your shaky hands to hold your device by your ear. Jungkook does his best to dress you in your seated position, gently securing the straps to your bra on and helping you slide into your shirt, your own hands grabbing onto your underwear and sliding them on, nearly jumping when Seulgi’s voice cuts through the air.

“Where the fuck are you?” Her voice sounds tense, muffled by her hand cupped over her mouth to help cut out the noise of the mayhem around her. Minho had in fact made heads roll, beating the orange haired Angel to a pulp while his minions threatened any of the members who tried to step in and help the poor boy. Minho might have taken it too far, Seulgi wasn’t even sure what the boy’s condition was once Minho was done with him, but the second he turned around and tried to walk back to his bike was when the members of Hell’s Angels finally jumped in. With knives and guns no longer pointed in their direction they weren’t going to let Minho get away without trying to take a stand and that's when mayhem ensued.

“Jungkook’s house, is Minho looking for me?” You’re standing now, stepping into your skirt and your shoes and following Jungkook out of his room.

“He thinks you’re with me.” She’s currently deep in the outskirts of the meetup, by all the shrubs and trees trying her best to remain unseen. Once a full on brawl let loose it was only a matter of time before other clubs jumped in. Considering the two of you stuck together during these meets, Seulgi knew if she followed behind her club Minho would know you were gone so she went against her own rules and hid out to keep you safe.

She wasn’t sure what was going on anymore, a few clubs had rode out the second the violence was overstepped and all she could see from her spot was a glowing light of what she could only assume was a bike set ablaze. 

“I need to approach him before he comes looking for you or it’s gonna get ugly, I’m sending you an address to a warehouse the Vagos use.” It’s the first place Seulgi can think of, the location just close enough to the meet for Minho to believe she was able to drop you off and come back. “I swear to god Y/N you better haul ass there because if Minho gets there before you, it’s both of our asses on the line.”

The call gets cut off immediately, your phone buzzing in your hand as she sends the location, a skew of numbers that your brain can’t unscramble but luckily Jungkook spots the text over your shoulder and doesn’t need to be told twice before he’s leading you out of his house. He knew exactly what warehouse it was, deep in Vagos territory, used as a cover up for arms dealing. 

On a normal day you wouldn’t be caught dead riding on his bike through these streets but considering it was a meet day you knew the rules would be more lax, add the brawl and mayhem that just went down and you’re confident in knowing they’ll have other priorities more important than focusing on you riding behind a Six. 

“Fuck, I’m dead,” you mumble, letting Jungkook guide you onto the bike, eyes focused on the pavement of his driveway as he slid the helmet over your head, gently clasping it under your chin and tapping the top of it in an effort to make you smile. 

“You’re gonna be fine baby,” he reassures you, swinging a leg over to straddle the bike and turning it on. Jungkook lets out a small breath as he clasps your shaky hands, wrapping them tightly around his waist until you’re secured. “Just hold on okay?”

Your grip only tightens as he accelerates the bike, taking off onto the road, the loud rumble of the motor piercing through the air as the wind slices against you. The scenery blurs around you as he speeds through the streets, not even realizing when he had gotten onto the highway, the determination of getting you to the warehouse before Minho making him push his bike even further. 

Jungkook has never been more thankful for driving through this shitty part of town, the minimal cars allowing him to cut corners with ease, coming to a halt a few feet away from the warehouse Seulgi had sent you to in record time. 

“Okay, it's up there.” Jungkook can feel your hands tighten around him despite the bike being at a stand still, your fear keeping you rooted in place. It's not until his own hands come up to rest over yours that you finally uncurl your fingers and loosen your grip. “You have to go baby, I’ll see you soon okay?”

With great hesitation you unwrap your arms from his waist, undoing the straps from the helmet and handing it to him as you slide off the back of his Vulcan. He tries his best to keep a smile on his face when he eyes your nervous form, how your hands tug at your skirt while you stand beside him, the gentle way you place your palm on his shoulder as you lean in for a quick kiss, repeating the same words once you pull back. “I’ll see you soon Guk.”

Jungkook’s hands tighten around the throttle as you utter the words, his lips tingling from the simple kiss but the sour taste remains on his tongue at the small possibility that he won’t be seeing you soon if Minho has figured you out. Hes going to get you out of there, regardless of how messy it would get, he had promised you an out and he was going to do it. 

It takes self restraint to not haul you back onto his bike and take off, leaving this whole thing behind and starting anew but Jungkook knows it can’t play out like that. He had to be smart, be fifty steps ahead of Minho and his explosive mentality. If he acted on pure instinct it wouldn’t just be you and him on the line but Deep Six as a whole as well. 

Jungkook can feel his resolve cracking so he’s grateful when you turn around and make your way towards the building, the growing space making his mind settle. Your feet urge you to speed up until you’re nearly sprinting as you reach the gate, inputting the code Seulgi gave you and stepping inside, relieved that you weren’t instantly greeted by your psycho boyfriend’s voice. 

Jungkook’s Vulcan cuts through the silence as he revs the engine, antsy fingers clutching his throttle, not relaxing until you’re safe. He only takes off the second you step inside, not wanting to test his luck anymore tonight, if Minho saw him lingering around he wouldn’t be as quick to shrug it off, and being caught in a fight on Vago territory was not something he wanted to add to the list of chaos today. 

You hear the rumble of his bike fade away as he makes his way back home, the pounding in your chest only calming down when you know he’s far enough to avoid suspicion if a Cobra spotted him. 

A small sigh leaves your mouth in a cloud as your breath meets the cold air, leaning your back against the exterior wall of the warehouse, refusing to step inside, not wanting to see whatever skeletons the Vagos had buried in here. Your hands continue to shake at your sides while you wait, fingers trembling as you text Seulgi to notify her that you were at the warehouse, hitting send just as another engine fills the air. 

This time it’s Minho who rides through the open gate, eyes roaming the open lot until he spots you pressed against the side of the building, hidden in the shadows. The glow your phone casts onto your face dims out as you lock the device and stand up straight, taking a cautious step towards him, still unaware of where you stood on his hit list. 

“When did you leave?” His voice drawls out in that lazy way that shows he didn’t really care, shoes crunching the rocks in his path as he gets off his bike and gets closer to you, lit cigarette hanging off his lips. His face looks skeptical, eyes slightly narrowed as he observes you, wanting to catch anything you do or say that could reveal any lies you might be telling. Minho was suspicious and paranoid by nature, it was the main reason he was so quick to start fights so you know to pick your words wisely to avoid digging yourself deeper. 

“Once it became too violent.” Your voice is meek, the genuine fear of being caught in a lie making your voice shake, but Minho contributes it to the scene that he thinks you just witnessed happened at the meet. It makes his face light up as he recalls it, your ass successfully saved now that he can only think of himself, stretching his sore fingers out that ached from the constant punches thrown. 

“Did you see the way the Deep Six fuckers bolted out of there? Like a swarm of rats, fucking pussies.” He pulls the cigarette away from his lips as he laughs, eyes staring off into the distance as a genuine smile spreads on his face, the pride he felt after successfully beating people into submission evident. 

It disgusts you, your lips pulling together to prevent your distaste from spilling out, spewing just how you feel out into the open but you bite your tongue. Minho must be expecting a response, at your silence he cocks an eyebrow and glances down at you, his frame towers over you, only making you feel smaller as his eyes harden. His cheeks hollow out as he takes a practiced puff, cherry lighting up as he inhales, smoke snaking out of his lips and into his nostrils as he glowers down at you, blowing the excess directly into your face. 

“What’s got you so tight lipped?” he ponders, a large ringed hand coming up to cup your cheek, cold eyes looking over your features. Your head is stiff in his grasp, jaw tensing up when he tilts it slightly, exposing the stupid hickey Jungkook gave you earlier in the night.

You avert your eyes when he spots it, heart dropping in your chest as you expect whatever explosive response he’s going to have. It's almost impossible for your mind to not think about how this could go down, an argument with him in an empty lot while he had adrenaline still coursing through his veins only made your stomach twist. 

Instead, Minho simply laughs, releasing your cheek as he prods at the blossomed bruise, ignoring your wince of pain. “Wow, didn’t realize I marked you up so good earlier.”

Your heart resumes its normal rhythm at his ignorance, assuming the sloppy sucks and kisses he had done hours prior were the sole cause of the hickey Jungkook was fully responsible for. You couldn’t let him talk further on it, scared he’d put the pieces together and realize there was no way he did that to you so you guide the conversation back to him. 

“You know I get shaken up when you pull things like this, Minho.”

He scoffs now, eyes rolling as he stares down at you, always hating when you’d attempt to kill his mood. This was a call for celebration dammit, getting the Angels to give up some of their territory in return for attempting to sling on Cobra grounds was a win for him. So what if he had to use his fists and make someone a little bloody to get his way, you weren’t going to bring him down. 

“Lighten up sweetheart, Seulgi told me you got out of there before the worst happened.” He tosses the butt of his smoke down onto the floor, crushing it with the heel of his shoe. 

His dismissive tone irks you, crossing your arms under your chest as you narrow your eyes at him, needing to keep up your demeanor, grasping at straws to come up with phrases to solidify your alibi. 

“So you prefer me walking through this part of town alone in order for you to kick some teeth in?” Your words have the right affect on him, he knew this was Vagos territory and although the clubs ran together their loyalty lies within each other, you were essentially free reign if you ever stepped foot here without him or Seulgi at your side. It wasn’t just them you had to be wary of though, all it would take would be a member of a smaller neighboring gang to spot you walking on this side of town with a Cobra jacket for them to decide to make a statement at your expense. 

It was as if you had a big fat target on you, a giant illuminated sign with an arrow pointed right at you, free for their taking. Minho knew this, it was the main reason he never let you stray too far onto unfamiliar territory, why he preferred to have you right by his side unless you were doing runs for the Cobras on neutral grounds. 

But something about your statement didn’t settle into his mind right and after a few moments it clicks. How could you tell him you walked here alone when Seulgi had said she drove you here herself, allowing you into the warehouse before returning to her club. 

You’re lying. 

To what extent, he’s not entirely sure, but he doesn’t allow you to see it. A simple shrug is all he gives you, the act of nonchalance sent your way as he walks back and straddles his bike, needing to get out of here before his anger made him act irrationally. Knowing better than to push his buttons you follow him instantly. 

“Maybe next time you’ll stick around and watch the show then.” He watches your reaction intently, looking for any twitch of your face or fidget of your hands but you’ve got your best poker face on, only nodding despite wanting to scream every curse word and secret into his face. 

You could never do that, all it takes is one look for him to keep you pliant and submissive. His cold eyes pierce through you, commanding you to hop onto the back, and like clockwork you do as he asks. As you settle on the seat, your small hands wrapping around his waist, he feels like his skin burns at your touch, the anger in his gut growing from catching you in a tiny lie. 

Minho liked to think he wasn’t stupid, he was the leader of the Cobras for a reason, so he knew that behind that white lie were layers of secrets he was dying to peel back. His jaw tenses as he revs the engine once, chuckling at the way your hands grip him tighter in shock, fingers digging into him as he takes off, mind already whirring at following your trail of lies. 

The switch in his trust comes instantly, so fast it gives you whiplash, leaves you standing there in shock as you wait to see if he’s joking when he tells you you’re not allowed to leave the clubhouse without someone by your side. It trickles into him confiscating your phone, desperate to catch a stray text or forbidden phone call that would catch you in your lies, but Jungkook knows better than to text you unannounced. 

The only silver lining to this all is getting a much needed break from Minho, no longer having to go home with him on the nights he had business to attend to. With his added paranoia he’s basically shackled you to the clubhouse, forcing the hangouts for the Cobras to babysit you and ensure you wouldn’t wander off in the middle of the night. He had no faith that you wouldn’t up and leave if you were left alone. 

He never explicitly told you he suspected you of lying to him, making up some bullshit about wanting to keep you safe after hearing news of a neighboring gang causing more mayhem than the Cobras did, but you sensed the truth. The guilt you felt kept you from questioning him, from fighting back and digging yourself deeper into the grave you knew you were sinking into. 

Choosing to bear through it in silence, desperate to contact Jungkook but you know you need to be cautious, play your cards right in order for it to not blow up in your face. You had faith in Jungkook, trusting him when he said he’d get you out of here despite it all, hoping he was thinking of ways to do so as you lay on the lone bed in one of the extra rooms in the clubhouse, feeling like a grounded teenager. 

The sound of chatter can be heard through the closed door, the hangouts put on warden duty awake and lounging in the main room, their laughter flowing through the crack under the door. 

Considering the spare rooms in this clubhouse are only meant for members too drunk to ride home at night they’re not the most inviting, a cheap bed frame and plain sheets are the only things provided to make it decent enough. It’s a stark contrast from the spare rooms at Deep Six’s clubhouse, made to feel like actual bedrooms instead of run down sheds. 

The longer you lay here the dirtier you feel, hauling yourself up and choosing to exit the room altogether. Your nerves are settled with the fact that no actual members of the Cobras are within these walls now, just hangouts that are too scared to take any wrong step and lose their rank to treat you unfairly. Having been in your shackles for a few weeks now you’d grown familiar with them, comfortable enough to know which ones you could talk to in order to pass the time. 

The sounds of whatever television show is playing fills the main room, the blue light of the large television mixing with the warm glow of the light of the kitchen area a few feet away. One familiar tall figure stands there with his back facing you, hunched over as he makes himself a late night snack, the other two sit on the couch, eyeing you as you walk past them. 

With a small wave in their direction they avert their eyes and go back to watching their show, no longer interested in where you were going since you didn’t look like you were dressed to bolt out of here. You weren’t stupid enough to think that if you actually tried to run right now they weren’t instructed to do whatever it took to keep you here. 

Instead of heading for the main door like you desperately craved, you turn and approach the kitchen area, sneaking up on the man slicing his sandwich diagonally in half. 

“Can I have one?”

The man gasps as he clutches the handle of the knife, nearly dropping it in shock at the close proximity of your voice, coming from his left as you settle beside him. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Don’t tell me you can actually sleep on those cardboard mattresses?”

He takes good care in putting the knife away in a spot you can’t reach, splitting his sandwich in half and handing you the smaller side with a grin that showcases the dimples in his cheeks. “When you’re used to sleeping on the dirt, cardboard feels like heaven Y/N.”

You take the sad looking sandwich from him with a shrug, fingers squishing the untoasted bread before bringing it to your mouth for a bite, the first actual meal you’ve had all day since you pulled a hunger strike whenever Minho tried to feed you. 

“You need to start toasting your bread Soobin.” It sticks to the roof of your mouth uncomfortably, tongue smacking against it to get it off as you chew but he just laughs, taking a massive bite with ease. 

“Why don’t you make your own sandwiches then?” he retorts, grabbing a water from the fridge to hand to you before walking towards the large table a few feet away. 

“Did you forget the unspoken rule that I’m not allowed to be around the knives?” It’s not a rule Minho had told you himself but considering you had tried to use a knife days prior only to have it yanked out of your grasp, plus the way he had just made sure to keep the knife far away from you, it spelled it out for you. 

Soobin pretends he doesn’t hear you, acting like he was invested in the mumble that droned from the television. You don’t bother repeating yourself, knowing it was pointless to try to get under his skin for your benefit, instead you settle into the chair across from him, eating the sandwich in peace as you eye the clock hung on the wall behind him. 

It states the time being 1:27 in the morning and as you stare at the ticking hands you can’t help but wonder what Jungkook was doing right this second. Was he cradling his phone hoping you’d text him? Maybe he was sat awake thinking of a plan of escape, better yet maybe he was on his way here now, ready to bust you out of here–

“So, what did you do?” Soobin’s whispered question pulls you out of your fantasy, eyes drifting down from the clock to meet his curious ones. He looks like he’s nervous for even asking, head lowered and inched closer to you to prevent the others from listening. 

“What?”

“You know,” he waves his hand around, “you must have done something for them to put you on lockdown like this.” Soobin is new to the club but he isn’t dumb, it doesn’t take much guessing to come to the conclusion that for you to have a herd of people watching your every move, not being allowed to use a knife, you must have done something disgraceful in order to get this treatment despite being the leader’s girlfriend. 

“I’ll tell you if you tell me something first.” His eyes narrow at your proposition, his childish need for wanting gossip outweighing anything else as he nods in agreement. “Why are you here? No bullshit, the truth.”

You had known him for two months, having seen him around a little bit prior to you being put on lockdown, but ever since being forced to be in close proximity to him you couldn’t fathom how a boy like Soobin found himself tangled around Cobras. 

He hesitates for a second, eyes looking over to the other boys on the couch but when he notices they’re too engrossed in their own conversation he looks back at you with a sigh. 

“My family.” That gets your attention, resting your chin on your palm as you stare at him, needing him to elaborate further and he does. “My mom’s really sick, she has been for a while and you know how it goes, the bills don’t really wait for anyone and before we knew it we lost everything.”

His voice is quiet now, almost like he’s scared to admit the reason why he’s here isn’t because he’s some violence craving fiend. “It’s just us and my sister and part time jobs weren’t cutting it anymore so meeting Minho was kind of a blessing.”

You snort at that, the thought of meeting Minho being considered a blessing sounding like an absolute joke, but in his case it was the unfortunate truth. “You know you get nothing as a hangout right?”

Soobin knows this, lips pursed together as he nods in understanding, fully aware that the little he has done now had left him with absolutely nothing to show for but he was patient. “If I play my cards right it’ll be worth it.”

All he had to do was prove his worth, show how loyal he was. If he managed to gain Minho’s trust he would be golden, ranked higher and in turn getting cuts of whatever profit was made. As you look at Soobin now, it's hard to picture him getting involved in any of it. You could only hope he’d stick to the gambling rings the Cobras had spread out, not wanting to picture him dealing with weapons and drugs, or the more vile side of things that you didn’t even want to think about. 

“I’ll pocket the money and it’ll all go to my mom and sister.” His words make him sound so sure of himself. It's almost like he can see the future splayed out in front of him, see it all so vividly it leaves you wanting to ask him what he saw happening to you. 

“Well, you better make sure you keep a close eye on me or that plan’s gonna go to shit.” Is the bitter response you throw his way, the chair scraping the floor as you stand up from your spot, ready to leave. 

“Wait, you didn’t tell me what you did.”

With both palms pressed onto the table you sigh in defeat, looking down at his seated frame with tired eyes. “I didn’t do anything Soobin. Goodnight.”

Even though his mind tells him not to believe you, convinced that you must be lying to him to conceal the true atrocities you did, his gut tells him to trust you. It’s that same gut feeling that serves as your blessing in disguise, maybe it was coincidental or maybe Minho just blindly trusted Soobin. But after another week of the hangouts being put on warden duty Soobin is chosen as head babysitter.

It worked for you though, you were able to tolerate him more than the others and you can tell he trusted you by the way he wasn’t quick to keep a hand tucked in his back pocket when you walked too fast. You’d like to think Soobin wouldn’t have the balls to shoot you if ordered to, and that same faith is what sparks the brilliant idea in your head.

Approaching Minho as he lingers outside of the clubhouse with a handful of members around him fills your stomach with nerves. You’ve dealt with his personality for years, knowing just the right way to talk to him to get what you want in some form or another but the closer you get to him the more you feel like you’ll throw up. Gone were the days where you could butter him up with a sweet smile, convincing him to allow you to slip away for brief moments. It was a small taste of freedom that you took for granted, knowing you could no longer ask him for something as simple as going to the store before setting him off.

Before he can spot you approaching you lose your confidence, swiftly turning around and heading back inside. You don’t get very far, colliding into a solid form and stumbling back, hands grabbing your shoulders to keep you steady. 

“Woah, where are you going?”

Soobin’s voice meets your ears and you furrow your brows in annoyance. “Jesus, do you have to follow me around like a lost puppy?”

He takes no offence to your words and just laughs, smiling down at you as he releases your shoulders and shrugs. “I mean, it’s sort of my job now.”

“Right.” He takes note of the sour look on your face as you side step him, arms crossed over your chest as you continue down your path. His conscience doesn’t allow him to let you go far, knowing your mood hadn’t gone down just because he was behind you. 

“Wait, what’s wrong?” His long legs catch up to you in no time, stopping you once more a few feet away from the door, a genuine look of concern on his face and as you spot it you know you can use it in your favor. 

“Sorry,” you sigh, softening your features as you look up at him once more. “I just haven’t been able to go to the store recently to get stuff I need, and it’s that time of the month, and I’ve been craving this snack I always get so I’m a little irritable.”

Soobin can only nod in understanding, eyes wide as he tries to pretend like he’s not affected by the information you just told him. Of course you weren’t actually on your period but you were going to use the stereotypical mood swings to your advantage. 

“Oh, I can go get them for you if you want?”

It almost hurts you to know you’re using his sympathy to manipulate him but you have to think of the bigger picture here. “Really?” Your eyes are hopeful when he nods, a genuine smile on his face as he does so. “Okay, it's pretty hard to find but they sell it at this store on the corner of 41st and Cypress.”

He looks a little wary now, not because of the store's location but because he knew if he somehow managed to bring back the wrong thing he’d only upset you further. The last thing he needed was for you to yell at him over candy, that’d be an embarrassing way to get knocked down a few ranks. 

“You know what, why don’t you come with me to make sure I get the right ones.” Those words are your ticket and you’re hoping your eyes don’t reveal your true intentions as he utters them. “Here, put in the address and I’ll go tell Minho we’re gonna do a quick run.”

As he pulls out his phone you swear there’s a golden glow surrounding it, an angelic symphony playing out as you grab the device between your fingers, no longer paying him any attention as he turns back to notify Minho. It feels odd to hold a phone after weeks of not using yours but the second he’s gone you act fast, opening up a new message and typing in Jungkook’s number by memory. 

unknown 5:39pm : it’s Y/N, meet me at the bodega on 41st in 20 minutes. don’t text back. 

After hitting send and seeing it was marked as delivered, you delete the message entirely, going onto his maps and entering the address just as he comes back, a pair of keys in his hands from a bike Minho had allowed him to use. It irks you initially, recognizing the keys to belong to the bike that was typically reserved for you to ride but considering those privileges had been revoked you could only bite your tongue. 

“Minho said this bike is your favorite.” Soobin twirls the key around his fingers, not catching the way you glare at them as they spin around. Of course Minho would say that, and as you take a glance in his direction you spot him already staring at you, a cold look in his eyes as he mouths out a phrase you recognize too well. 

Behave. 

“Yeah, it is.” You reply after forcing yourself to look away from his dead eyed look, giving Soobin a cheerful smile as you both approach the bike in question. It was parked between all the others, nestled in the sides from not being used recently but he’s able to pull it out with ease. 

“He didn’t say anything?” Your question is quiet as he walks the bike out, handing you the helmet hooked onto the handle. It’s dusty and scratched up but it’s familiar so you strap it on with a small breath of relief. 

Soobin wasn’t going to tell you that he said to watch you like a hawk, how he had threatened him that any funny business happening would have his head on the chopping block. He hoped he could trust you, and as he settles onto the bike and waits for you to slide behind him before turning it on, he’s only able to mumble out a ‘nope’ before taking off. 

You're grateful the ride is bumpy, able to conceal the nervous jitters in your body with every crack on the road, choosing to keep quiet while he observes the directions from the phone perched between the handlebars. Soobin wasn’t too familiar with the area but he knew where the borders of Cobra territory were, having passed them a minute ago, entering what was considered neutral area in a small radius before entering Deep Six grounds. 

As he navigates through the empty streets you don’t spot other riders nearby, the two of you sticking out like sore thumbs as you make your way uptown. The small hope you had to see Jungkook dims down when the bodega comes into view and you don’t spot his black Vulcan perched outside in it’s usual spot. 

“Damn, you really come all the way out here for some candy?” Soobin jokes as he turns the bike off, pushing out the kickstand before sliding off his own helmet. 

“Yeah, it’s the best.” You’re distracted as you get off the bike, unclasping your helmet as you look around, hoping to see him hidden in the outskirts somewhere but he’s nowhere to be found. 

“C’mon.” Soobin stands at the door now, the light jingling of the bells grabbing your attention as he holds it open for you. With a final look you hang the helmet off the side and reluctantly step into the shop behind him. He’s none the wiser as he makes a beeline towards the candy aisle, determined to know exactly what snack was the one that would push you over the edge if you couldn’t find it. 

He stands in the middle of the aisle with his hands on his hips, browsing the assortment of candy until he finds the one he personally likes. When you reach for the pack of sour straws he laughs with a teasing smile on his face. “Really, sour straws? You know they sell these at the convenience store a few blocks away right?”

The door bells jingle as someone steps into the shop and you can’t stop yourself from turning around to spot who it is, disappointment evident on your features when it's just a random man buying cigarettes. Soobin eyes you carefully now, standing straighter as he watches the way your hands fidget as you hold the candy, lips pursed together as you try to get your nerves to settle. 

“This flavor’s hard to come by.” You stick to your lie as you look back at him, grabbing another pack of them for good measure before walking passed him to reach the refrigerated section. He’s not going to fight you on it, having grown up around just women he knows better than to try to tell you otherwise when you had already stated you were irritable. 

Soobin, being as gullible as he is, just follows you through the store as you kill time, grabbing the case of beer along with your candy before going up to the counter to pay. Your heart starts to race at how quick this was going, you were used to going on these runs alone, able to roam the aisles for as long as you wanted without someone tapping at their watch for you to hurry up. 

“Did you want something else?” He wonders when you don’t move from your spot beside the beers, his brows are furrowed on his forehead but when the sound of another bike fills the air and your face looks relieved, it suddenly falls into place for him. 

Soobin frowns as he approaches the glass doors, peering out of them and seeing Jungkook perched on top of his black Vulcan, parked right beside your bike. He’s not well versed on the neighboring gangs and couldn’t pinpoint someone by their face alone but the massive tombstone patch Jungkook has sewn onto his arms is telling enough.

As he turns to face you, seeing the guilt written all over your face, he feels completely betrayed. “You lied to me.”

“Soobin no–“

“Dragging me here to meet with a fucking Six? Really Y/N, do you want me to get my head chopped off?” He sounds more panicked than angry, already picturing getting kicked off the low rank he had just gotten to, Minho’s threats ringing in his ears in a pitch so high it makes his head hurt. What was he supposed to do now, haul you out of there kicking and screaming?

Jungkook stays perched on his bike, staring at his phone in thought, he recognized your bike instantly as he pulled up. His instinct wants him to storm into the store just to see you but he knows you weren’t alone inside the shop. There had to be a way to enter without causing a scene, act nonchalant and just hope that whoever you were with wasn’t hellbent on serving his head on a silver platter. 

“That’s not going to happen as long as you don’t tell Minho, please just give me five minutes.” You plead with Soobin, you just had to tell Jungkook you were okay, needing to see his face after weeks of being put on lockdown, missing the carefree atmosphere that came with being around him. 

“Are you cheating on Minho?” He asks in a whisper, face contorted in confusion when you roll your lips together, not being able to even imagine that being a possibility despite the way you’ve been treated the past month and a half. “Why?”

The frustration is evident in your features at his question, angry tears welling up at having to confess your lies to someone new, the guilt eating away at you once more. “Do you really have to ask me why? It’s not a secret that he’s a piece of shit, Soobin. Look at how he treats me, he has me on a leash and you’re helping him!”

Your words have the right effect on him, lips turning down into a frown when he understands how true your statement is, how he’s been following you around like a lost puppy, obeying orders to watch you like a hawk as if you weren’t a human being. 

Jungkook hops off his bike now, slowly approaching the entrance with caution when he notices Soobin standing guard at the door, there's a brief moment when he wonders if this was a setup when he doesn’t instantly spot you through the doors. His eyes follow the hand that’s clutched onto the door handle, reaching the baby patch on his arm that showcases his rank as a hangout for the Cobras and it calms his suspicions instantly. 

As he looks to the right and spots you a few feet away his excitement is short-lived when he sees the slight panic on your face. For all he knew the hangout was just as unhinged as Minho, that mentality is what prevents him from yanking the door open and going in guns blazing. 

Your heart flutters when you realize he’s here, seeing him standing behind Soobin with only the door blocking you from each other. He was too close for this to all go down the drain, your mind spinning to think of what to say for Soobin to allow you to see him, to promise you he wouldn’t rat on you the minute you got back to the club house. 

“I’m gonna get out of this Soobin, the Cobras are horrible and you know this, help me and I’ll take you with me. Please.”

The idea seems impossible when you speak it out in the open, a life without the Cobras was like a far fetched reality. It was bold of you to think you’d be able to get away, the statistics of previous Cobra members who attempted to leave to start a new life was non-existent. Soobin knows this, the way the promise of loyalty for life was pounded into his head prevented him from even thinking of leaving but, there's so much hope in your voice, eyes pleading with him to agree with you. 

“Minho’s not going to help you take care of your mom and sister, he just cares about himself Soobin. Listen to me, please.”

He can’t find it in himself to jump at your offer, the fear wound too tightly around his spine to make such an impulsive decision but as he turns his head and spots Jungkook a few feet away he just sighs in defeat, hands falling limp by his side as he drops the metaphorical leash he held. 

“I’m gonna take a quick phone call outside.” It’s as good as he can do right now but you’ll take it. When you nod, slightly in disbelief, he’s pushing the door open, refusing to make eye contact with Jungkook as he sidesteps him and walks out of the small store. 

As Jungkook assesses the situation and figures out that Soobin isn’t a direct threat he doesn’t waste any time opening the door and stepping in, waving at the cashier who was familiar with Deep Six members. She takes the hint and steps into the backroom, letting you have a moment alone. 

“Jungkook,” you can barely speak before he’s closing the distance between you and wrapping you in an embrace, arms scooped around you so tightly it pushes the air out of you. 

“Fuck I missed you, are you okay?” His voice is shaky as he whispers into your ear, hands gripping your shoulders as he pulls away, face still lowered to look directly into your eyes. You can tell he’s giving you a once over, making sure you aren’t visibly hurt. Being put in the dark for weeks made his mind go wild on whether or not Minho had put you through the ringer. 

Looking at him quiets every alarm in your head, dulling them down to a serene silence now that he’s here in front of you. In the weeks apart his hair had grown longer, the tips curling by his cheekbones, messed up from the wind due to the speed you know he must have been driving. His wide eyes still hold the same love and adoration they always did as he stares at you, the worn out leather of his jacket making you wish you were back to before, having it draped over your shoulders like a safety blanket. 

“I’m okay.”

He barely believes you, brows pinching together as he cups your face, the familiar chill of his rings on your skin making you smile. Jungkook looks past it though, knowing there was so much you weren’t telling him. “Then what's his deal?” His head motions to the side, letting you know he's talking about Soobin, his tongue fiddling with his lip ring in that nervous habit he did. 

“Minho’s paranoid, I don’t know what I said or did that flipped a switch for him but Soobin’s harmless, he’s just a kid.” It’s the only information you give him, not wanting to worry him further with the knowledge that you were essentially confined to the clubhouse only. 

Jungkook just stares at you, knowing that you’re being sincere but he can’t allow himself to believe that the boy in the Cobra patch is as innocent as you say he is, because at the end of the day he chose to join the gang he wore on his shoulders. He doesn’t know Soobin as well as you do, not knowing his intentions with joining the gang were purely financial. 

“How do we know he’s not gonna throw you under the bus for this?”

“I trust him.” You hope your words are true, the small inkling of fear that he’d turn his back on you to prove his loyalty clawing at your mind. Your answer doesn’t satisfy Jungkook but before he can speak the door jingles again, Soobin stepping into the shop with a stone cold expression, still refusing to look Jungkook in the face. 

“Y/N, we have to go.” He doesn’t elaborate but you know Minho must have called him, the two of you gone for far too long to not raise suspicion. His words are like ice water dumped over you, snapping you back into reality in an instant. 

“Wait, no.” Jungkook is quick to protest, grabbing your hands to prevent you from leaving, standing tall in between you and Soobin to stop him from taking you. It was his own fault the time spent together was minimal, not having seen your text until twenty minutes had passed, having to haul ass over here in a desperate attempt to see you after weeks of radio silence. He couldn’t allow you to slip between his fingers again. “Come with me, I’ve talked to Seokjin and he’s willing to do what it takes to get you out of this.”

You can feel Soobin’s gaze staring you down, pleading you not to leave for his own safety, knowing if he returned to the clubhouse without you by his side Minho wouldn’t even bother asking questions before his rage took over. 

“I can’t, not like this.” Jungkook doesn’t need you to explain why, seeing the way you look up at the younger boy is explanation enough and he doesn’t try to change your mind, knowing that your stubborn and caring mentality wouldn’t allow your mind to be swayed at the direct expense of someone else. 

“Was that his number?” he asks you, missing the way Soobin looks absolutely shocked at the fact that you had used his phone to contact a member of Deep Six. When you nod Jungkook turns to look at him once more. “If you know what’s best for you, the next time I text you with a message for her you better tell her.”

Soobin can only utter a weak ‘okay’, his nerves already on edge from Minho’s threat, the last thing he needed was to be on a neighboring gang’s hit list and even though this went entirely against the rule of loyalty, it was obvious that he really didn’t have a choice. 

Jungkook accepts the shaky nod in agreement, grabbing the items off the counter and thrusting them into Soobin’s arms in a less than gentle manner. “I’ll pay for it, get out of here.”

The hangout wastes no time exiting the store, stuffing the snacks and drinks into the saddlebags on the bike while Jungkook turns to you again. “Next month, I promise.”

It’s a simple promise but you know he means it, by the time the next meet rolled around he’d have a plan for you and it’s enough for you to breathe again. You could handle a few more weeks of torture if it came with a countdown to freedom. 

“Next month.” You repeat in a whisper, eyes falling shut when he bends forward to kiss you, the soft feeling of his cherry sweet lips and cool metal of his lip ring felt on yours being short lived as you pull away, knowing Minho’s temper was already being tested enough. 

Jungkook allows you to slip out of his grasp for a second time, the desire to put Minho in his place making his jaw tense as he feels the anger stirring in his gut. His gaze lingers on you as you approach Soobin with a sorrowful expression, the younger boy not saying anything to you as he just waits for you to strap your helmet on and settle in behind him. 

It feels like you’re taking your last ride as you grip onto his jacket, the initial trust you had that he wouldn’t rat you out withering away the further you got. Believing Soobin held more loyalty for you than for the patch he wore was a mistake, the instant regret you feel weighs heavy on your chest as you realize that you might have just set yourself up. 

That same regret turns into fear when you pull back into the lot of the clubhouse, spotting Minho instantly, still surrounded by fellow members all chatting about who knows what. At the sound of the engine he turns and faces you, the slight flash of relief on his features when he sees you no longer concealed thanks to the alcohol he had consumed. 

If Soobin sold you out now there’d be an audience to witness it all, you could only hope he had an ounce of empathy for you to not do this to you now. 

Reluctantly, your fingers uncurl from their tense position clutching his jacket, slowly sliding off the bike and unclasping your helmet. You can barely look at Soobin as he does the same, occupying yourself with unloading the saddle bags and attempting to get as far away from him by taking the items inside. 

He’s too quick though, long legs allowing him to keep up with you as you shove the beers into the fridge and attempt to make a beeline towards the spare room you had grown to call home. Before you’re even able to sneak between him and the counter his palm is slapping against the wood, a slight wince on his face from the sound he hadn’t intended. 

“No way, we need to talk.” His eyes look conflicted as he stares at you, almost like he’s begging you to convince him not to throw you under, desperately wanting to side with you instead of following the stupid rule about blind loyalty. 

“We can’t right now, Soobin.” Your voice is quiet, your gaze lingering behind him when you spot other members wandering around, not wanting anything you said to be heard by curious ears. 

Luckily he understands, his palm sliding from the countertop as he steps back, lips pursed out in thought. “Tonight then.” 

Even as your palms grow clammy at the thought of laying everything out in the open you know it’s not a question, something you can’t say no to, so you simply nod, your lungs finally working once more as he backs off and walks away as if he didn’t have your dirtiest secret tucked away in his arsenal. 

As you rest against the counter, the small sense of security of finally being alone wears off too soon, it leaves you hunched over with your fists clenched so tightly your nails are leaving indents on your palms. Every small sound has you on edge, worried that Soobin caved, notified Minho of your antics and he was coming to drag you out to make a lesson out of you. 

It’s those same nerves that have you exiting the clubhouse once more with a fake smile plastered on your face, fighting every signal in your body that screams at you to keep your distance as you approach Minho with a cold can of beer in your hand, a peace treaty of sorts. 

Your need to get ahead of Soobin in case he chose to rat you out outweighed your distaste for your boyfriend, greeting him with an uncharacteristic kiss to his cheek. Luckily he’s too enveloped in the conversation at hand to find it suspicious, choosing to sling his arm around you and keep you close in that possessive way he always did. 

Soobin can’t even get himself to watch from his spot as he and the other hangouts finish wiping off the member’s bikes, his own head spinning as he wonders just how he managed to find himself in the middle of all of this. Maybe he was in way over his head when he decided to join the Cobras. 

The saving grace comes a few hours later in the form of Minho telling you they have important business to handle with the Vagos, his loud voice ordering all the members to ride out. A muffled sound of shock escapes you when his hands grasp your cheeks, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you tomorrow–“ familiar code that let you know you’d be spending yet another night in that depressing ass room, “behave.”

“Okay,” you whisper out, forcing a smile when he pulls away and grins at you, his eyes looking behind you and directly at Soobin, the younger boy already approaching you two. 

“You’ll tag along to the next one alright, I like you.” Minho praises him, chuckling when Soobin nods enthusiastically. “You know what to do.” He doesn’t give you two another glance as he turns around and walks towards his bike, Cobra patch on display on his back as he hops on and starts to lead the rest of the members downtown into Vago territory. 

The rumble of the bikes sounds deafening, slowly fading into a dull hum as they ride off, the floor no longer vibrating as you sigh in relief. Soobin is relaxing right beside you, the release of the tension he had built up from keeping these secrets shoved so far down his throat left him wanting to throw up. 

“Look, I don’t mean to be an asshole but, I kind of need you to tell me everything before I throw up from keeping this secret,” he mumbles out, a queasy look on his face as he stares at you with nervous eyes.

The only plus side to Soobin being your glorified babysitter was that with the added trust Minho had in him came the fact that the other hangouts would no longer be around to eavesdrop on your conversation. It leaves you feeling vulnerable, to have to bare everything out in the open for Soobin to judge you, but you know it needs to be done. A few minutes of losing your dignity would be worth it if the outcome wasn’t you being burned at the stake.

“Fine, I need some alcohol in my system first though.”

Two shots of tequila later you feel ready to tell him anything he wants to know, sat around the club table, too scared to place your hands on the engraved surface in fear that the carved cobra would strike you for your betrayal. The fangs of the serpent taunt you, filling you with wariness that leaves a cold chill down your spine. 

“I just–how did you get involved with a Six?” He whispers the last part despite the two of you being alone in the clubhouse, “I may not know much about the rivalry but I can’t even imagine how you were able to be around him often enough to even start anything with him.”

Soobin’s gears were turning in his head, wondering if maybe you and Jungkook’s relationship went beyond the gang, old romance sparking before either of you joined but that didn’t make sense. 

You can’t look away from the cobra as you smile solemnly, knowing you’ll have to go back to the very beginning. “You know, I wouldn’t have met Jungkook if it wasn’t for Minho.”

It doesn’t seem possible for that statement to be true but it was, not intentionally of course, just a string of events that ended up getting knotted with Jungkook’s by chance. You explain all of this to Soobin, the day still fresh in your mind as if it had just happened. 

At the time you had been upset that Minho had forced you to come with him on this trip, not sure why you had to tag along with him and a handful of high ranked Cobras up north. He had told you he wanted you there for moral support, excited at the fact that the Cobra’s would be attempting to expand their club up state. You knew the truth though, Minho needed an emotional punching bag around in case the deal went sour, the loss of potential power needing to be released in bursts of rage aimed at you. 

Having the deal go in his favor was the best case scenario for you, being able to handle Minho when he was in a positive mood. In a haste to celebrate what this meant for the club’s future, he pulled into the first store he could find on neutral grounds, desperate to load up on booze before reaching home, not caring just how close it edged along Deep Six territory. 

It’s not until he parked his bike alongside the other member’s and was about to get off that he heard the rumble of another bike, Jungkook’s now familiar bike down the street coming into view seconds later. 

Minho didn’t trust himself as he spotted the Six, too high off the success of the day the last thing he wanted was to let his tendencies get the best of him, shoot himself in the foot by disrupting the treaty set in place. 

Him and the two other members got off and decided to enter the smoke shop next door before Jungkook could spot them, ordering you to go in and get what was needed as he did so. Jungkook only saw the lone bikes parked outside, the only indication of who they belonged to being the sticker plastered on the back. It didn’t bother him though, not giving them a second glance as he pulled in, knowing whatever bad blood the groups had couldn’t be settled here. 

You hadn’t given Jungkook a proper glance before stepping inside the shop, not knowing what club he belonged to and frankly not caring much as you walked in. If it hadn’t been for your sweet tooth you would have walked right past him while you browsed, but your mind ran on autopilot as you chose to grab yourself a snack before stocking up on the rest. 

Even as you reached for the same candy you hadn’t taken note of the glimmering rings adorning his fingers, golden letters spelling out SIX, his club tattoos concealed by the sleeves of his jacket as he pulled his hand back and apologized. 

“You can have it,” he offered sincerely, letting you reach for it once more after he shook the two bags of the same sour straws already in his palm. 

“Thanks.” You looked at him properly now, seeing his kind eyes crinkled up with his teeth shown in a bunny smile, the silver hoop around his lips shining in the light. The smile you wore on your own face fell instantly when your eyes landed on the patch adorning his arms. 

If there was one rule you knew you had to abide by it was this one, not wanting to test your luck and ruin Minho’s pleasant mood, Jungkook can’t even say anything as you turn on your heel and grab what you need in a haste before leaving. 

It should have ended there, a one off meeting by chance, severed by your fear of being unloyal to the club that bounded you, but you’d like to think the string of fate between you two had been tangled too tightly. 

Your next encounter wasn’t done on purpose and that much settled your guilt. Minho ordered you on runs often and very rarely did you do them in Cobra territory, he had too many enemies that would hurt you in an attempt to knock him down a few pegs so neutral grounds like these were your only safe bet. 

Jungkook’s face of shock when he spotted you again was still clear in your mind, confusion evident on his face when you’re less hesitant to look at him now as you approach him in the same aisle. He knew you were a Cobra by association but your entourage was missing and without Minho eyeing you like a hawk you hadn’t felt on edge at your close proximity. 

As you eyed the shelves and saw your flavor of choice was missing Jungkook couldn’t hold in his playful snicker as he flashes his hands, holding the last remaining bags of them before sauntering off in a similar fashion to the way you had last time.

It wasn’t until you left after you settled on something else that he spoke to you from his bike, munching on the sour straws with a smile on his face. “Hey snake!” he had called out with a smirk, waiting until you looked up with a frown to toss you one of the extra bags he held, a smile in thanks being passed his way. 

Somewhere in between it morphed into routine, Jungkook found himself visiting the bodega more frequently in hopes of seeing you, the friendly words spoken becoming more casual with each encounter. Tossing you a snack turned into the two of you sitting on the sidewalk as you ate them, distance in between you while you laughed as if your clubs weren’t on each other’s hitlists. 

Soobin almost feels bad now as you retell it all to him, seeing the fallen look on your face as you recount the past, wondering just how it had crumbled underneath you so easily. You and Jungkook played a dangerous game, speaking under the guise of an uncanny friendship, but the way you had input each other's numbers in your phone in code that you hoped no one would decipher showed that you both understood how wrong this was. 

“Convenience store romance morphed into a battle between the Montagues and Capulets.” Soobin jokes, smiling when you actually laugh, hands finally resting on the table as you lean forward, the initial nerves leaving when he doesn’t blatantly judge you. 

“Shut up, it was more than ten minute conversations outside of the bodega.” He lets out a teasing laugh, raising his hands up in surrender as he allows you to explain further. 

Being around him was addicting, his playful attitude despite his hard exterior pulling you in instantly and at first you wondered if you only felt like this because of the way Minho treated you, but you know now that your feelings lied deeper than this. Jungkook knew he was going against one of the cardinal rules set in place for his club, a rule he promised to abide by because he knew exactly why it was put in place but he couldn’t help it. 

You learned Minho’s schedule, planning around it while Jungkook notified you of any free time he had, friendly hangouts spent during spare time satisfying the empty void you had inside of you. This would have been enough for you but before you knew it a kiss was shared and in a blink of an eye it all changed. 

Soobin is spared the intimate details, how you turned it into a game of seeing how much you could get away with, sneaking away at meets to fool around like desperate lovers. All he knew was that it had come back to bite you unsuspected and that was enough. 

“You couldn’t leave before it got this messy?” It’s a dumb question to ask and he knows it, the harsh reality that you could never really leave the Cobras. 

“I couldn’t, and even if I could I have nothing Soobin.” Minho was smart, ensuring you needed him, and had nothing without him. It wasn’t just his doing, you knew he was trouble from the get-go, looking for love in all the wrong places and stumbling onto him. He was everything a rebellious teenager could want, rough around the edges, decked in leather and riding a shiny bike, but most importantly, he pissed off your parents. 

Sure, he pushed their buttons, but you were the one responsible for your family cutting ties with you. They gave you an ultimatum, sick of seeing you going down the wrong path and desperate to tame their eighteen year old daughter before you strayed too far, and you had picked him. 

At the time you weren’t aware of how serious they were, thinking you could storm off with a bag full of clothes for a few nights, being able to return days later like it usually went with fights but by the time you had cooled off they had changed the locks. 

“They called the cops on me for attempting to break in.” You snort at the memory, the last image you had of your parents being them stood on the front lawn while police handcuffed you and took you away. “That was the last time I saw them.”

You wished now that you had fought harder to keep your relationship with your family alive, left Minho behind before he was able to sink his claws further into you, mended the hole in it all before they disappeared with no warning. 

It baffles you how easy it was for him to convince you to not go searching for them, letting you believe it was better this way because it was better for him. He was good with his words, lulling you into a fall sense of security, promises of a good future with him that you believed wholeheartedly. 

Even though his short temper had been present from the get go, you believed he loved you in his own twisted way, failing to see the truth, how he just wanted you to need him. The change happened slowly, left you wondering if you were imagining it, hallucinating the way he would treat you. It wasn’t until he managed to secure the spot as leader for the Cobras that things took a turn for the nasty, his love for power over taking any potential love he could have for you. 

By the time you decided you wanted out it was six years too late, already accustomed to the personal hell your life had morphed into, and with nothing to fall back on you accepted your fate quietly. 

“Do you love him?” 

“Who, Minho?” you wonder, brows pinched together at the question. 

“No,” he scoffs, “Jungkook.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I do.” And the way you smile as you say it makes him believe it, a small sigh leaving his lips as he pulls out his phone from his pocket. Soobin slides it across the table with the screen lit up to showcase a slightly threatening text from Jungkook. 

Jungkook 9:43pm : don’t think i won’t find pleasure in torturing you if you out y/n

“Good, because I’m not trying to risk my own ass for a casual fling.” He huffs out as you read the message, a small shiver coursing through him, “He’s scary, in an unsuspecting way.”

Soobin was used to the cold exterior members had, dead eyes and bruised knuckles with nothing to lose but somehow Jungkook frightened him more. There was something a little more terrifying about being threatened by a man protecting someone he loved instead of some psycho killing for a cheap thrill. 

“He’s harmless.” You attempt to reassure him, sliding back his phone with a smile. 

“So, he won’t chop my head off?”

“Oh no,” you laugh, doing nothing to settle him, “he would, but not without reason. He’d chop your fingers off first as a warning, that's why he’s harmless.”

Soobin can only frown, the earlier fear of being on a neighboring gang’s hit list coming back full force. You can read him like a book, extending your hand across the carved out table and resting it on top of his jittery ones. “I meant it when I said I’d give you an out if you wanted one.”

“No,” he blurts instantly, face stern at the thought of it all. It was one thing if you decided you wanted to leave, you had your reasons, had security in the form of Deep Six but Soobin’s need to help his family came first. He couldn’t make a decision without knowing what lied ahead, without knowing if he’d have a way to support his mother and sister. The thought of working his way up was risky enough but the possibility of being killed for betraying the club was something he didn’t want to imagine. 

“What are you going to do then Soobin? Do you really think you’ll be able to make your way up without getting your hands dirty?” Your voice holds no threat, concern lacing every syllable as you start to picture the horrible things Minho will have him do to further build his trust. 

“I know I’ll have to Y/N, I know what I signed up for when I joined.” He can’t look you in the face even as he says this, he knows the possibilities, making his stomach churn as he mentally sorts through them. He had to be willing to do what it takes, stepping on anyone in his way to get as close to the top as he could because that's where the money lied. 

“You haven’t seen it all Soobin, I don’t think you even know what you signed up for.” As a hangout he wasn’t exposed to it all, nearly three months only showed him the tip of the iceberg, not having earned enough trust to unveil the dark that came with it. 

Maybe he’d get lucky and deal with other aspects of the club that wouldn’t go against his morals but if his main prospect was money then you knew the price that came with it. You wished someone had told it to you straight when you were as young as he is, let you know about the ugly that lurked in the shadows behind it all, which is why you’re intent to have him listen. 

“If Minho tells you to deal with skin you’ll do it?” Soobin looks appalled at your question, face twisting up in disgust as the words leave your mouth. 

“What?”

“Answer me, you told me you knew what you signed up for right? You think you’ll be able to tell him no if he decides he wants you to trade skin, recruit it even?” It was one of the things you had no idea went on until Minho became leader, the truth revealing itself, leaving you feeling grimey at being associated with it at all. 

“I didn’t know–“

“I know you didn’t, it’s not exactly common knowledge.” The Cobras did well enough to hide the vile side of it all, keep it under wraps from neighboring clubs because they knew how wrong it was. “I know it sucks Soobin, but I’m giving you an out.”

It renders him silent, the small bubble he had made to convince himself it wasn’t so bad finally bursting around him. His phone rests in between you, the dark screen reflecting the light from above, taunting him to reply to Jungkook, wondering if it really would be that easy. 

Jungkook can only slump in the chair he’s sat in, eyes staring at the center of the wooden table, completely unfocused as he drones out what’s being discussed at the moment. He’s surrounded by ten other members, all of which are intently listening to Seokjin explain how the next shipment would be collected. 

In all honesty he didn’t care, he was just waiting for the topic to fade out so he could finally talk about the actual important subject. You. 

His ears finally tune back in when Seokjin pauses and asks if everyone understood, for all he knew he had just been ordered to hop borders and hand deliver firearms himself, but still he sits up straighter and hums in confirmation. As Seokjin presses his palm into the oak table and takes a look at the surrounding members, Jungkook panics, assuming the meeting is coming to an end. 

“Wait,” he shouts, “what about the Cobras?” He knows it's wrong to disrupt the meeting this way, to interrupt the leader while he’s trying to speak– and if he didn’t know it was wrong, the nice swat to the back of his head from Taehyung knocks some sense into him. 

Seokjin eyes Jungkook for a moment, a small smile on his lips as Jungkook winces and swats back at Taehyung in annoyance, ready to fight him as he reprimands him. “Don’t fucking talk about the Cobras!” 

“No, he’s right,” Seokjin sighs, leaning back into his chair and gauging everyone’s reactions, spotting the way Namjoon nods at him from beside him in reassurance. “Sorry Jungkook, I was just about to discuss that.”

Jungkook just waves the apology off, knowing that getting you out wasn’t the only topic the club was prioritizing. It was eating him alive though, desperately needing to know if there's been a plan thought out because his resolve was slipping and he didn’t want to go against the club and take matters into his own hands. 

Everyone surrounding the table has been a member for enough time to know the root of the issue involving the Cobras, remember the actions that shook the club and nearly started a full on war. Jungkook had joined a year after the chaos, once the dust had really settled, but he had been informed of it all, knowing exactly why rule number three was put into place. 

“I think it’s time we finally cut the head of the snake off.” Seokjin’s voice holds no emotion but his hands twitch on the table, curl into fists as he recalls it all. The room is silent, the slight squeak of a chair heard as someone fidgets uncomfortably, no one wanting to speak first. 

It had been a long time since anyone sat at the table and discussed the Cobras, so many years passed since the rule was set in place, but the wound was still fresh. Seokjin could still feel it now, a gaping hole in his heart that festered so much hatred, bandaged tightly in hopes of forgetting because the damage had been done and settled. 

Namjoon, being Seokjin’s right hand and best friend since the beginning, can only place a hand on his shoulder in hopes of comforting him. It almost sounds like a joke to think that the Cobras and Deep Six used to run together, handle deals like sibling clubs. It wasn’t until Minho stepped into the role as leader that things went awry. 

Sungmin, the previous head of Deep Six, held the same values as the club did now, loyalty and no senseless acts of violence, not wanting to tarnish the name of the club to make a point and it worked. The main reason Deep Six was a club with chapters in different states and countries was because they were well respected, considered part of the Big Four with the Vagos just underneath them.

That didn’t sit right with Minho, jealous of the power Deep Six held, greedy about connections and cuts regarding deals, deciding to throw away any alliance had with the head of Deep Six for his own personal gain. It had been calculated, both leaders and their right hands present at the warehouse, discussing the way the arms deal would be managed and dealt with in a way they always did. 

That’s when Minho lit a match, mentioning the way specific cops that were on Deep Six’s payroll had begun to follow his men around while they did drops, fueling the fire with accusations of a rat spilling intel, the rat in question being Sungmin. It was common knowledge that rats were to be disposed of regardless of your rank, going against the golden rule of loyalty, and Minho used that to his advantage. 

He was lying but he had planted enough seeds of doubt within his own club to have them believe it, have them trust that Sungmin was the only one who knew what drops Minho’s men would be doing so it had to be him. It didn’t matter that Sungmin denied it, Minho was smart and good with his words, and the second Sungmin reached for his gun when he saw the unhinged look on the other’s face it was too late. 

Seokjin still remembers the shot that rang through the air, the sound of deadweight hitting the floor as Sungmin hit the ground in a bloody heap. 

Minho hadn’t been the one to pull the trigger but he had ordered his right hand to do so, not an ounce of sympathy as he stared down at the way Seokjin desperately attempted to keep Sungmin with him. 

“He was a rat, we had to do it.” Were the only cold words he uttered out, a senseless shrug sent his way before he went about the deal as if nothing had happened. 

Minho knew his lies had nothing to back them up, killing a leader wasn’t dealt with silently, knowing Deep Six would most likely vote to have an eye for an eye. His only saving grace was the fact that he hadn’t pulled the trigger so when Seokjin, the new appointed leader, told Minho he’d have to kill his own right hand, he took pleasure in doing so. 

All of it was worth it to Minho, the loss of a leader left Deep Six scrambling to keep everything in order, allowing him to spread the venom of the Cobras further out. He was comfortable under a false sense of security, creating what he thought were solid alliances with other clubs, forgetting where their true loyalties lied, swinging his blade around like a lunatic to incite fear, deluding himself that fear equaled respectt. 

Minho didn’t realize the true predator hid in the shadows, watching, and waiting for the right moment to attack. It might have taken a few years, but Deep Six felt ready now. 

“We have to go straight for the top for everything to crumble, the Cobras are nothing without Minho.” 

“So what, we kill him?” Jimin asks, dumbfounded at the idea of murdering someone, even as an act of revenge, considering Deep Six’s beliefs went against that. When they had killed the Cobra’s right hand it had been to get even, a mutual agreement between clubs, but it only served as a bandaid for the real problem underneath. This was now a heavy dose of vendetta. 

“No, of course not–“ Namjoon attempts to console him but gets cut off by Seokjin. 

“Yes.” The leader is straight faced as he admits it. “Technically we wouldn’t be the ones killing him though, the Vagos will take care of the high ranked Cobras, along with handling any deals they had with the snakes, and whoever they don’t get won’t be an issue for the Pagans. Minho though, there’s a special order out for him.”

“What, how?” Jungkook wonders, shocked at the thought of murder in general, he was thinking they’d take them down internally and have the system deal with them. He knew the Vagos had deep loyalty with Sungmin, having it watered down when Seokjin thought it’d be best to create space between clubs that violent after dealing with the Cobras, but the talk of bringing the Pagans into this made Jungkook’s skin crawl. 

He’s heard stories of them, knows just how large their club is, spread out further than Deep Six, chapters scattered across the globe with thousands of members with patches to their name. Their history with Deep Six went back to the beginning, their founders being close friends, and although they had ties with cartels and did despicable things, they ran a clean club. Heavy on the loyalty, against dirty moves and cheap shots, but when it came down to it, they lived for blood shed in forms of revenge. 

They were perfect. 

“I know enough people that owe me favors, they won’t mind having to get their hands dirty to stay on our good side.” Seokjin was a smart leader, not inherently violent in nature but he wasn’t a pushover, you only feared him if you crossed him. If he ever gave you a chance to make amends you would take it, and he knew the Vagos were desperate to make amends after the murder of Sungmin. With the help of dirty cops they’d be able to haul Minho in, take him into a cell where he had more enemies than he could count, more people who owed the club favors and would deal with him accordingly. It would be a chain of events that lead to the downfall of the Cobras. 

Deep Six’s alliances ran deeper than the Cobra’s, stretched further across more territories than Minho could even imagine, hidden under wraps because they loved to work in silence. 

Minho thought the Cobras were on top, feared by everyone, no one willing to step in their line of sight but he was blinded by his own ignorance, unaware of just how many people were sick of him. There was a reason Deep Six never stuck around when anything turned hectic, all it would take was one nod from Seokjin to get everyone who Minho swore was under his thumb to turn on him. 

Seokjin allowed him to bask in fake knowledge, it kept his guard down. He could take the petty words thrown his way whenever they crossed paths, the blatant disrespect displayed by the whole gang whenever the meets happened because Seokjin knew the truth. Song Minho was nothing without his group of minions to fight for him, to hold him up high on the pedestal. All it would take was a weaker link at the very bottom, someone he would never suspect, to be knocked out of place for him to come crashing down. 

“Who did you say was with Y/N?”

“Some hangout, his name is Soobin. He doesn’t have a full patch so that’s all I know but I have his number.” Seokjin doesn’t need more, knowing his last name wouldn’t get sewn onto his chest until he was further up but that was enough information for him, knowing Kang Seulgi would do the rest.

It’d work better that way, Seulgi was essentially in charge of knowing everyone, intent on keeping tabs of absolutely everyone who ever crossed paths with her club and those they had alliances with. There’d be a better chance that the hangout would cooperate if she contacted him instead of a member with a patch he had been sworn to stay away from. 

“Tell Y/N we’ll handle it.” 

Jungkook can feel himself breathe a sigh in relief, knowing the leader’s words were golden.

“Are you sure it has to come to this?” Yoongi speaks up, leaning against the table with sharp eyes locked onto the leader. When it came down to it he knew everyone would do whatever he asked of them, trusting his judgement entirely, but he needed to make sure he knew that this is what had to be done. 

“Yes,” Seokjin replies with a nod. The Cobras have been a stain that needed to be wiped out for years now, doing more harm than good in the grand scheme of things. It was best to take care of it now before whatever deals they were attempting to do across states took place. Jungkook’s predicament with you just so happened to be the green light he needed to act on it. 

“Then we’re with you.”

The nerves you feel the minute you open your eyes this morning never fades, stomach feeling queasy as you go about your day, hands shaking while you get yourself ready. It was the knowledge that today would be the day your shackles would get broken off that left you feeling jittery, a mixture of fear and anticipation bubbling up inside of you.

Minho was none the wiser now, currently lounging on the couch with a beer in his hand. It’s almost strange to see him in this casual state, a regular white shirt on him with sweats on his lower half, missing the rings and chains around his neck, the heavy worn leather of his jacket still tucked away in his closet. He looked normal, like a regular boyfriend just waiting around while you finished up your makeup.

It’s that same sense of normalcy that makes your head spin, needing to look away from him when he runs his hands through his dark hair, sending you a smile as he watches you from down the hall. His teasing laugh fills the air as you avert your eyes and close the door of the bathroom, needing to have something separating him from looking at you. 

“Don’t do this, relax,” you mumble to yourself, shutting your eyes as you hunch over the sink, shaky fingers gripping onto the counter. A trembling breath escapes you, fogging up the mirror when you glance up and stare at your reflection, nervous eyes looking right back at you. Every emotion was flooding your system, the pain of losing your family, regret of every decision you’ve made that led you here, self hatred for letting it get this far, and a small dose of sadness from knowing you’d be stepping away from a six year relationship.

You need this to happen though, knowing your relationship has been dead for half of it, even before you met Jungkook you had already been through enough hell to know you wanted a life without Minho, having been broken down so many times to the point where you hardly recognize yourself anymore. It settles your doubts as you think that meeting Jungkook had been the one thing you’ve gotten right in so long, a decision you fully stood behind despite the consequences that came with it all. He helped you find yourself underneath all of the wreckage Minho had caused, piecing you back together and helping you realize you were worth more than Minho had you believe.

The sound of footsteps approach the closed door, the floor creaking as Minho knocks against it, the sudden noise startling you and making your makeup tumble into the sink. “We gotta go soon, are you almost done?”

“Yeah,” you shout back, scrambling to grab the items and stuffing them into the small pouch you had resting a few inches away. “Just give me a minute.”

He grumbles in response, stepping away and into the bedroom to finally change for the meet happening today. You need to remain calm, knowing he could read you with ease, you have no idea how today will transpire so your best bet at keeping your poker face would be to think that this would just be a regular meet like all the others.

That mentality is what keeps Minho unaware of it all, he only comments on the fact that you’re not wearing the usual skirts you do during these meets, his hands rubbing along the denim of your jeans as you sit behind him on his bike. You’re thankful he can’t see the look on your face as you lie about wanting to be comfortable in the cooler weather, flashes of Jungkook mentioning how much he loved your skirts playing in your mind that you have to fight off. The truth behind it being that you know it’d be best to not wear something as flimsy as a skirt in case you needed to get away, in case things turned messy. 

It seems to be enough for him, shrugging in response before turning the key and letting his bike come to life. Like routine, your hands wrap around him as he revs the engine before taking off, the patch on his back burning your skin as you think of what’s going to happen. 

You haven’t been in direct contact with Jungkook since the day at the bodega, only being told by Soobin that they had a plan, otherwise left in the dark of it all. Maybe it was best this way, for you not to anticipate anything, not wonder if anything was going wrong.

As Minho pulls into the lot of the clubhouse, the plethora of members fill out the space as they hover near their own bikes while waiting, you catch a glimpse of a nervous looking Soobin standing near the back with fellow hangouts. He’s right beside your own bike, something Minho had graciously given him because he claimed you no longer needed it, another method of ensuring you’d need him if you wanted to get around. 

You’re not given a chance to get off and speak to him, Minho’s booming voice is heard over his engine as he instructs everyone to follow his lead. The thunderous echo of all the bikes fill the air instantly, members getting into formation as Minho begins riding once more, his right hand pulling up beside him, going down the double lines in ranks from sergeant of arms down to the hangouts at the very back. 

It’s a familiar ride, one you’ve done countless times over the years, recognizing every curve and bump of the road as you near the location. What’s not familiar is the handful of cop cars lingering on the outskirts, police officers sitting inside them, watching as your group approaches. 

“Cops?” You find yourself speaking out loud, not used to seeing this many black and white cars observing you all. 

“Yeah,” Minho huffs out, turning into the entrance of the lot. “They weren’t too fond of the arson we did last time. They’re just here to make sure we don’t blow the place up I guess.”

His voice holds no suspicion, pure annoyance coating his words at knowing the cops would sit and wait for anything to happen, cops that weren’t under the Cobras and would have no qualms about arresting them. 

“Looks like you have to be on your best behavior then,” you joke, nerves calming when he laughs in return, the low rumble blending in with the bikes as they settle into their unofficial spot beside the Vagos. 

They all whoop and holler when your club rides in, Seulgi’s smiling face easily spotted in the front lines as she stands beside her bike, eyes following you as everyone circles around and comes to a stop. 

Looking around at the lot you can’t help but notice that a few clubs are missing, the amount of patched jackets much more sparse than normal. Hells Angels were missing entirely, probably due to the mayhem that transpired last time, not exactly in a rush to be within close proximity of snakes.

A few other clubs you weren’t too familiar with also had their spots empty, Deep Six included, and Minho notices it right away. 

“Huh, no fucking tombstones in sight. Maybe today is a great day afterall.” 

Junseo, Minho’s right hand, cackles at this, pausing the act of lighting up his cigarette in favor of joking around. It only makes you wary as you get off the bike, boldly choosing to walk towards Seulgi without notifying Minho, something he luckily doesn’t reprimand you for, his guard down since he sensed no threat around you all. 

Your black haired friend slips away from her group as well, meeting you halfway with a gentle embrace. “I heard Minho’s been keeping you locked up in a tower.”

“More like the rundown room in the clubhouse,” you snort, allowing yourself to enjoy the brief moment of peace that came with being around her, not needing to tread on eggshells when you spoke to each other. “Who told you?”

Knowing Minho wouldn’t go around gloating about keeping you on a leash due to his own paranoia, someone else must have told her. Considering Soobin has barely started getting familiar with neighboring clubs you can’t suspect it was him, which only leaves– 

“Jungkook.” she confirms, “we had a meeting with Deep Six a couple of weeks ago and he mentioned your babysitter.” Her eyes flicker over to the man in question, still standing by his bike while he talks with the other hangouts, nervous gaze bouncing around from this being his first official meet. When his gaze meets Seulgi’s he freezes for a moment, giving her a soft nod before returning to the conversation he was having. 

“He’s not too bad, good kid, unfortunate circumstances.” You breathe out a sigh as you gesture at the half empty meet. “Where the hell is everyone, half the clubs are missing.”

“With cops parked out front we’re basically like sitting ducks in here, my guess is some clubs aren’t trying to get caught in the crossfire.” She takes note of your sullen expression, clear worry at where Jungkook was, if he was even coming anymore. “Don’t worry, the number one fanclub member of your pussy will be here soon.”

“Shut up,” you snicker, shoving her side as she laughs in that sweet way that lets you forget just how scary she was underneath it all. 

“I won’t be here long though, this turn out kind of sucks and I have some important business to tend to.” She cooes at the pout you give her, softly tapping at your lower lip in light mockery. “Be safe okay?”

That makes you frown for a completely different reason, the slight concern coating the edges of her words not settling right in your gut. She pretends like she doesn’t notice the small crease between your brows, the clear confusion displayed on your features at her vaguely cryptic message. 

“Be safe?” The end of your parroted question gets swallowed by the sound of thunder, a black cloud in forms of sleek metal and rugged jackets floating in. Flashes of red in between it all let you identify them as Deep Six, finally arriving at the meet in an orderly fashion. 

Their turn out is bigger than usual, strange faces you don’t recognize piling in behind them, a flash of yellow and red catches your eye, a glaringly different patch on their backs that you don’t recognize from a club you’ve never seen before. 

Minho knows it though, the flames surrounding a strange figure holding a burning cross make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, eyes locked onto them as they settle in beside each other.

Pagans. 

His guard is back up instantly, suddenly hyper aware that you’re not by his side, and when he spots you beside Seulgi the harsh call of your name grabs your attention. 

“Go,” Seulgi instructs, already stepping away to approach Deep Six and the new club for a brief greeting before she leaves. “I’ll see you soon.”

With her no longer by your side you have no choice but to retreat back to Minho, his sharp eyes making you cower as you close the gap between you. His hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around your wrist and yanking you the final distance until you’re pulled against his chest with his lips by your ear. “Stay close.”

He didn’t know what was going on but his always present paranoia leads him to believe something was up, the jarring suspicion that someone knows something he doesn’t makes his chest burn with a slow simmering rage. He knows he has to keep it together, has too many eyes on him, on edge from the way he had cracked skulls last time, so when you mumble out a confirmation he lets you go. 

Like second nature your eyes search for Jungkook, skimming unfamiliar faces for a split second before moving on, blurs of faces hard to distinguish as they get off their bikes and gather together. He spots you first, wide eyes looking you over, small smile spreading on his lips when you finally find him. He looks handsome in that effortless way he always does, long hair split down the side, framing his face perfectly, all black ensemble down to the shoes, his leather jacket pulling it all together.

The only form of contact you’ve had was between the short spurts that Soobin would grant you, enough information to hold you both together, to ensure him that you were still safe while he worked on a way to get you out. 

It's easy now to get lost in his stare, the mutual feeling of relief felt between you, a silent wave of communication pulling you in so much that you don’t realize you’re being watched. 

It’s like it happens in slow motion, Minho looking at the dazed smile on your face, following the trail of your sight until it lands on Jungkook. It takes him a few seconds, looking between you as his brain tries to make sense of it all until finally, it clicks. 

All his earlier suspicions, the small white lies he had followed until he reached a dead end, for once his paranoia had been right. His jaw ticks out now, feeling like an absolute idiot for not noticing how blind he was, all the signs right under his nose. 

You were fooling around with someone else, a Six of all people, and he has the audacity to look at you like that while Minho stands right there.

A sinister smile spreads across his face as he realizes that Jungkook needs to get knocked down a few pegs, kicked off whatever high horse he thinks he deserves to be on, and what better way than to take it out on you. 

It starts as a slow whisper, his raspy voice slipping through your ear and yanking you out of your trance. 

“I know your dirty secret.” Is all he tells you. 

But it's enough. It's enough for your blood to run cold. The sinking feeling of dread settles into your bones as you turn to stare at him, hoping that your worst nightmare wasn’t about to unfold in front of you, especially when you felt so close to finally getting away. 

Something about your wide eyed gaze spreads a sick sense of satisfaction through him, curling in his gut and filling him with adrenaline. You’re scared, which is absolutely rich considering fear clearly didn’t live inside of you when you were fucking a Six. 

“What are you talking about?” You try to shake him off, act blissfully unaware, but your voice trembles a little too much, your eyes snitch on you, revealing just how fucked you are. 

“Oh you wanna play stupid, hm? Does baby wanna act dumb?” He asks with a tilt of his head, his dead eyes boring into you before flicking over to Jungkook for a split second, and it’s enough to confirm that your nightmare had become a reality.

“Tell me, can you count?” He smiles balefully, his hand trailing up your body, around your shoulders, weaving into the hair at the nape of your neck. You don’t register his fingers latching onto your strands until he delivers a harsh tug when you don’t answer, exposing the column of your throat to him, muscles taut from the stretch. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” you gasp out in pain, eyes squeezing shut when yanks a little harder. 

“Now I know you know how to count to five, but somewhere along the way–“ his free hand comes up now, the tip of his index finger tapping harshly against your temple in a condescending manner,  “you must have forgotten what comes after. Tell me, you know what comes after five?”

“S-six,” you wince, a shuddering breath leaving you when you hear the way he chuckles darkly. 

“Yeah, six,” he sighs out. “I know about him.” He murmurs the words against your skin, his lips trailing against your neck as he talks and you know better than to yank out of his grasp, to call attention to yourself. You can feel the low chuckle he lets out, breath hitting your throat and making you cringe as he presses a disgusting kiss against your skin. 

Jungkook is still watching you, not quite sure if this was Minho’s way of showing affection because you never really know. It’s not until your own hand comes up to clutch his that was still in your hair that he realizes you’re in pain. His hands clench by his sides, wanting to march over there and kick his teeth in but when his head turns to look at Seokjin, the leader bearing witness to it all as well, he shakes his head. They have a plan and need to stick with it. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Minho.” You try your best to convince him, seeing the crazy swirling in his eyes as he pulls back a few inches to stare at you but he’s having none of that. 

“No?” His free hand slides into his front pocket, blindly digging in and pulling out what he searched for. It’s not until the cool metal of a blade is pressing to your skin that you know there’s no changing his mind now. “Should I see if he cares if I have some fun with you then?”

Your jaw is tense now, teeth clenching together as he slowly digs the edge into your skin, your face pulled into a grimace when you see the pure enjoyment in his. How you managed to withstand six years of this bullshit and convinced yourself he cared for you was unbelievable, the illusion shattering as he smiles at the wince you let out. 

You can feel the eyes on you now, fellow Cobras watching it go down with smug smiles, neighboring gangs wondering if they should step in at the clear display of aggression. 

“Minho, please–“

“Mm, yeah go ahead and beg now,” he rasps out, nostrils flaring out as he gives your hair another tug. “Stupid fucking–“

His sentence gets cut off by a mass colliding into him from the side, the force of it causing you to go down with him, his hand tangled into your hair anchoring you down and onto the concrete below with a solid thud that knocks the wind out of you. 

The world vibrates for a minute, vision dazed and blurry from the tumble, not realizing you were on the floor until you’re face to face with the back wheel of the motorcycle you had been standing next to. There’s a burning sensation coming from your neck and when you bring your hand up to soothe it you spot the drops of red coating your fingertips, no doubt coming from the surface level cut Minho’s knife had been responsible for. 

Your hearing slowly comes back, low vibrations in your ear drums fading out until all you hear is the commotion from a few feet away. It takes you a minute to comprehend the scene, Jungkook perched on top of Minho with pure rage in his eyes, fists swinging left and right, the sound of his rings connecting to the side of Minho’s face blending in with his string of profanities. 

It doesn’t last long, by the time you get up to your knees Minho’s minions are already hauling Jungkook off of him, gripping onto his arms and restraining him as their bloody leader stands himself up with a sinister laugh. He spits out a glob of blood onto the floor, splattering over the concrete and onto Jungkook’s shoes. 

Deep Six stood by, waiting for Minho to retaliate, knowing members of the Vagos had rolled out the second Jungkook intervened. Their hesitance gives Minho the wrong impression, fuels his ego and makes him think he’s invincible. With confidence, he retrieves the fallen knife from the floor, wiping the blade against his jeans as he approaches Jungkook, seeing the way he refuses to struggle in the hands of the Cobras, in fact he almost looks satisfied with himself. 

There’s a knot growing on the corner of Minho’s forehead, blood dripping from a gash in his lip from the club rings that had busted it open and Jungkook can’t stop himself from smiling. His lip ring glimmers as he does so, loose strands of hair around his face puffing out with every pant he lets out, brows raising and eyes widening in mockery when the leader points the edge of the blade at him. 

“Watch yourself, Six.”

You know he's unhinged now, fingers clutching the handle of the blade so tightly they pale. Any second now he’ll strike, plunging the tip of his blade in between Jungkook’s ribs with no mercy and you know you can’t let that happen. With shaky legs you lift yourself up and don’t think twice before slipping yourself in between them, caught in the middle, so close you can feel Jungkook’s breath hitting the back of your head. 

“Oh what’s this?” he laughs out, finding pure amusement at you coming to defend the man you had just told him you weren’t involved with, body trembling with laughter that showed how off the deep end he was. 

“Calm down, there's cops outside just waiting for a reason to take you in.”

“You think I care?” he huffs, brows furrowed as he lowers himself closer to you. “Move.”

“No.”

He nods now, tongue coming out to swipe at his bloody lips as he stands up and takes a slow breath. Your chest trembles as you struggle to slow your breathing, heart pumping erratically, hoping he’d listen to you instead of being determined to add another name to his hitlist. 

As his eyes stare at the concrete below, tongue prodding at his cheek, you don’t notice the way he rears his hand back, not realizing his intentions until your heads whipping to the side so hard your brain rattles in your skull. 

The chaos ensues instantly now that he got physical, the side of your face throbbing with pain so hot you feel like you can’t walk, stumbling to the side as you hunch over in agony. Your hand clutches your face, swiping at your lips and wincing at the ache, already tasting the metallic copper seeping into your mouth. 

All you manage to hear is shouts from all around, bodies shoving past you in an effort to jump in now that Deep Six has stormed over with the help of the Pagans. You don’t see the way Tarhyung, a Six with wild eyes and a crazed boxy smile, tackles Minho down with ease, how Jungkook manages to get out of the weak hold the Cobras have on him with the help of his members. His first instinct is to go to you but his need to stick to the plan he already strayed away from keeps him from doing so. 

Through the mayhem he sees Soobin making his way through to you and he relaxes, tuning back in time to dodge a messy punch from a hangout trying to earn respect. Jungkook wasn’t cruel, not intent on hurting someone who doesn’t know better, so instead he grabs their arm, twisting it around their back until they wince in pain. “Get out of here, now.”

Maybe it's the tone he uses or the already present fear in the younger Cobra but he doesn’t fight it, hurrying off and attempting to gather fellow hangouts before the inevitable surely happens. 

The only hangout left now is Soobin, his hands grabbing onto your shoulder so suddenly it frightens you, blindly throwing out a punch that lands on his chest. A sputtered cough and groan that sounds like your name reaches your ears, eyes focusing after the small spell of vertigo from having the lights slapped out of you settles, a frantic looking Soobin inches from your face. 

“Soobin?”

“C’mon,” he orders, gently grabbing onto your hand and yanking you through the bodies and toppled over bikes, giving you no explanation as he reaches his own bike. He urges you on as patiently as his nerves allow him, the two of you forgoing helmets in the haste to leave.

The sound of the engine cutting through the chaos grabs members attention and when Minho spots you perched on the back of a bike with Soobin his eyes go wide from his spot on the floor. The shock of betrayal written on his bloodied face as he shouts for members to follow you. 

Soobin wastes no time now driving off, especially with two high ranked members scrambling to follow you. His hands tremble as they clutch the throttle, your own shaky hands clinging onto his jacket as he speeds through the lot, the additional bikes heard close behind. It’s not until you exit back onto the street that you hear the first bang of a gunshot, heart skipping at the realization that this was happening, a full on coup with public enemy number one being the Cobras. 

“Wait, we gotta go back!” You shout through the noise, the fear of not knowing who was on the receiving end of the gun making your gut twist in anxiety. 

“We can’t!” Soobin yells back, knowing fully well what sort of blood bath it would become, determined to follow instructions to keep you safe and out of harm's way to ensure his own safety. He flies through the streets, ignoring every traffic law to keep the distance from decreasing, zipping through cars and taking turns so sharp you’re convinced you’re going to wipe out. 

Your hands ache from how tightly you grip onto him as turns onto a side street, through unkempt roads and warehouses lining the sidewalk. The still present sound of additional bikes letting him know Cobras were still hot on your trail, just close enough to follow him, exactly where they needed to be. 

You recognize this as Vago territory, an uneasy feeling stirring inside of you at not knowing what the plan was, wondering why Soobin was so confidently driving through the streets of a gang who holds loyalty with a club you two have just betrayed. 

As he passes the large industrial buildings suddenly two more engines join the rumble of the bikes, pulling out from the shadows and riding steady with the Cobras on your tail. 

“Don’t look back,” Soobin pleas, but you don't listen, curiosity eating you alive, mixed with the fear that you’re about to get shot at by whoever the hell just joined in on this chase. 

Turning your head with unease, you spot the additional members, dark green Vagos patches sewn onto their chests and a familiar head of black hair that makes your eyes widen. Seeing Seulgi settles your nerves temporarily, knowing she wouldn’t turn her back on you despite her club’s rules. 

Neither of the high ranked Cobras think twice at the sudden appearance of Vagos, familiar faces that give them the sense of unity, allow them to believe that they just gained two more people to beat you to a pulp once they caught you. 

Your neck is craned back as you observe, seeing the way they greet Seulgi and her fellow member with smiles, the smug look on their faces being wiped clean when they’re suddenly pulling their guns out, pointed right at their temples with insane accuracy. 

A scream dies in your throat as the deafening shots ring through the air, mouth dropped open in a gasp when you see the mess it makes, blood splattering in a spray of red as the bullet exits the other side of their head. The way you flinch and tug at Soobin’s waist nearly makes him lose his balance as you continue cruising, his own ears trying to block it all out, wanting to prevent his mind from remembering this moment forever. 

For a brief moment their bikes continue to ride, it’s not until the dead weight leans to the side that they begin to steer out of control, snaking along the cracked roads until toppling over with a sickening scratch of metal. Sparks fly at the contact, black bikes skipping on the road and dragging their lifeless bodies until coming to a halt, a pool of blood settling underneath them. 

Your eyes are wide as you spot Seulgi perched on her bike, pistol still in her hand as the Cobras lay on the floor a few feet away. She’s only able to give you a wave before Soobin’s turning the corner, the one task he was told to do finally completed. 

“Was that a set up? Soobin what the fuck is happening?”

He can’t get himself to speak, not even being able to witness the scene that had just happened seconds prior. The churning of his stomach makes him halt the bike entirely, yanking your arms off of him as he stumbles off and retches all over the dirt. 

Maybe he wasn’t cut out for this life. 

“Deep Six,” he croaks out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand after he spits. “They promised me a way out of the Cobras if I helped.” 

That doesn’t stop the way his skin crawls, he has been in the gang for a few months and because of his low rank has never been around anything so violent. The shock of the gun going off had nearly made him scream and even though he hadn’t seen the aftermath, the pale look on your face was enough to tell him that he didn’t want to. 

“You spoke to them?”

“Not directly, Seulgi connected us, she let me know what they were planning.” He coughs as he stands back up, grimacing at the ground, kicking the dirt in an attempt to hide his shame. 

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this though.” Soobin knew shit would hit the fan at the meet today, Minho being predictable when he ordered the high ranked members to follow after you, allowing him to guide them to the necessary location for the Vagos to strike. But the fight that happened was not supposed to go down, Jungkook acting on pure rage and adrenaline when he saw the way Minho handled you. 

The fight made sense to you but you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around what just happened, never picturing the Vagos to be so willing to drive a bullet through a Cobra. 

“Our clubs run together though,” you whisper, Soobin situating himself back onto the bike now that his stomach was empty. He pushes up the kickstand once more, overwhelming nerves dulling down, the only thing he has left to do was get into Deep Six’s clubhouse. 

“Yeah, Minho’s in for a rude awakening when he realizes no ones under his thumb anymore.”

That rude awakening happens faster than he thinks, the first sound of the gunshot sounding off just as you leave sobers Minho’s mind instantly, realizing that this wasn’t just another brawl happening. He can barely see what’s happening anymore, the crazed Six that tackled him down earlier being able to restrain him with ease, flopping him onto his stomach with his knees keeping him pinned down. 

Minho’s cheek is pressed into the cement, a strong grip tangled in his hair while the Taehyung leans forward to whisper in his ear. “Sucks huh? Being forced to watch as your club gets wiped out.”

At first he doesn’t register the words spoken, not until he sees a yellow patched Pagan mercilessly shoot a Cobra. Taehyung chuckles as Minho’s body begins to thrash in the hold he's in when he sees his member hit the ground, the dead eyed gaze of Junseo staring back at him a few feet away. That’s when he understands the plan, eyes bouncing around as best as they could, seeing so many of his members in compromising positions, barely able to fight back before being taken down.

The second shot is the one that sets off the rest, the clear instructions Seokjin had ordered ringing through everyone's ears. Cut the head of every snake. 

Jungkook does his best to block out the sounds around him, the high pitched hum in his ears from the shots making it easier to mask the grunts of pain as he kneels above a damn near unconscious Cobra, chest panting with exertion as he throws the final punch that has the snake’s eyes rolling back. 

His fingers throb now, covered in specks of blood and aching as he stretches them out, shaking it out as he stands up. Running a bloody hand through his hair he huffs out, shoe nudging along the side of the passed out Cobra to ensure he was actually out. His face is pulled into a grimace, the hatred he felt for each and every one of them fueling his fists, wanting to get back at every horrible thing they’ve done, allowing you to get treated the way you have for this long with no shame. 

It's this same hatred that prevents him from feeling guilty when he walks past a lingering Pagan and gestures towards the body on the floor, walking away before he sees the way another bullet finds its home between their eyes. 

He approaches Seokjin standing with Kangdae, the leader of the Pagans, as they observe the chaos, satisfied smiles on their faces when they see just how easy it is to crumble them down. A few scared Cobras had rolled out after the first gun shot, abandoning their club and forgetting about blind loyalty, being chased down by Vagos who were determined to make things right. The remaining Cobras lay on the pavement, differing wounds on all of them, faces beaten and mangled, additional holes in their bodies, the only common thing being their lifeless eyes. 

Taehyung still kneels over Minho, yanking his hair to crane his neck up so he can properly observe the way the Pagans go through and slice off the patches on the dead Cobras. Collecting the stolen patches like trophies, stuffing them into their pockets to be tacked onto the clubhouse wall later on and for some reason that angers Minho further. 

With a final shot ringing through the air, the only living Cobra remains, grunting on the floor as the Pagans round each other up, knowing their job is now done. Seokjin thanks Kangdae with a simple smile, exchanging a handshake as if this was some materialistic transaction before he joins the rest of his club and they ride out. 

Just as they were instructed, the cops lingering outside light their sirens the second the Pagans clear out, their black and white cars driving into the small massacre that just happened in the span of minutes. 

“Should I get Taehyung off of him?” Jungkook wonders, knowing that although these cops were under Deep Six it was still unsure how much aggression they would show to make whatever lie they told believable. 

When Seokjin nods he instantly goes over there, hands curling over Taehyung's shoulder to grab his attention. The older boy's face softens when he sees Jungkook, a few scratches on his cheeks but otherwise unharmed. The glow of red and blue flashing on his features is what gets him to release Minho’s hair, letting his face thump onto the cement without a care as he stands up and wipes his bloody hands on his jeans. 

“Is this the one?” A gravelly voice asks, belonging to a cop as he exits the vehicle and approaches the small huddle around Minho. The rest of the cops linger around, assessing the damage of the bodies, planting weapons and adjusting their limbs to make it seem like a different fight happened, one that required the cops to shoot them in self defense. 

“Yeah,” Seokjin responds, joining Jungkook and Taehyung with a stone cold expression, watching the way the officer grabs Minho’s hands and cuffs them behind his back. The leader of the Cobras doesn’t fight it, still half in shock at what just transpired, he can barely hold himself up when the cop yanks him to kneel. 

“Wait, let me talk to him first,” Seokjin requests, getting no complaints from the cop who just grunts and walks away from Minho’s knelt position. Taehyung decides to walk away now, knowing whatever Seokjin tells Minho will only incite rage from the past inside of him, instead he walks towards Jimin and Yoongi who are perched on their bikes looking just as bloody, leaving Jungkook alone with the leader. 

Jungkook can feel his body shaking, the earlier anger of seeing the way Minho held a knife to your throat still present inside of him, the smug smile on his face lingering despite how absolutely fucked up he looks. 

“You think you’re tough don’t you?” Minho rasps out, a mixture of drool and blood slipping past his lips as he speaks, a dry laugh blending in with the surrounding noise of the cops shuffling around. “Getting someone else to do your dirty work.”

“That doesn’t sound familiar to you?” Seokjin sighs, arms crossing over his chest as he steps closer to him. “You’ve had everyone do your dirty work for years, we’re just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”

Minho can only laugh some more, spitting out another glob of blood directly onto Seokjin’s boots before his eyes stare at Jungkook now. His teeth are bloody, strings of thick saliva pulled apart as he opens his mouth to speak. 

“All of this over some whore–“

Jungkook doesn’t let him finish his sentence before his knee collides with the side of his face, Minho’s face whipping to the side as he laughs hysterically, body hunched over as more blood drips out of his nose. His head lolls to the side as he stares at him, slightly impressed at his strength, the fire behind Jungkook’s eyes showing him just how he felt. 

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Jungkook threatens, fingers twitching as he craves tangling them in his hair and beating him until he has no teeth left. 

“Okay, you proved your point,” he rasps out, breathing out of his mouth from the blood gushing from his nose. “You can have her, who knew she was worth all of this.”

Nothing baffles them more than that, how Minho fully believed all of this was just because of you, deciding to turn a blind eye on all of the other atrocities he did in the past few years despite Seokjin being witness to the worst of them. 

That bandage wrapped over Seokjin’s chest aches now, the old wound burning as salt gets rubbed in, staring at Minho’s knelt form. How easy it was for him to block out all the horrible things he’s done, convinced it was for a greater good. It's the flashes playing in his mind from that day, seeing the way Sungmin had crumbled to the floor, that make Seokjin reach behind him, fingers wrapping around the barrel of his gun before he pulls it out. 

Jungkook turns when he sees it, his own eyes wide as Seokjin aims it right at Minho’s forehead. That's what gets the smile to wipe from Minho’s face, the realization that something had switched inside the other leader. 

“Seokjin, hey, don’t do this.” Jungkook reaches a hand out to place on his shoulder, urging him to drop the gun. “We have a plan, remember? You don’t have to get blood on your hands, brother.”

Seokjin doesn’t hear any of it, jaw clenched tightly as he stares at the Cobra’s eyes, hand trembling as he points his gun at him, every nerve ending screaming at him to stop, blending in with Jungkook’s pleas. “I want to kill him too, but you can’t do this.”

Minho’s surprise turns into nervous laughter, knowing his luck is coming to an end now that he’s face to face with the end of the barrel. “C’mon, listen to the boy, you don’t wanna do this right?”

Jungkook glares at the bloody Cobra again, his mocking words very well being what determines whether he dies now or not, fueling Seokjin's anger further until all he feels is the flames growing inside of him. 

“Do you feel it?” he asks, voice low and emotionless. “That same sick fear Sungmin felt when you turned on him.”

Minho shuts up now, finally understanding why this was happening, what form of revenge this was, and all he can do is kneel here and take it. The few years spent wreaking havoc finally catching up to him, but for some reason he doesn’t feel the fear Seokjin’s talking about. 

A sick smile spreads across his bloody lips as Seokjin cocks the safety back. “I’ll say hi to your brother when I see him.”

Jungkook gasps now as Seokjin finally pulls the trigger with no hesitation, averting his eyes as the sound vibrates in the air, the wet thump of Minho’s body hitting the floor a few feet away from his shoes making his breathing falter. He refuses to look at the body, turning his back to it all as Seokjin sighs and replaces the gun back behind his belt. 

The dirty cops curse now as they see the new blood, the loss of whatever bets they had placed for how long Minho would last in his cell going down the drain now that Seokjin has finished him off. The leader doesn’t care, looking at the cop that had initially cuffed Minho and waving him over. 

“Figure this out.” Is all he tells him before turning to face Jungkook, seeing the way the younger man goes silent at what he witnessed. “Go tell Y/N it’s dealt with, no more Minho, no more Cobras.”

Jungkook knows he's in no position to refuse, giving him a short nod before walking away. The other members stand by their bikes, all shell shocked at what just happened, none of them even questioning Jungkook as he straddles his Vulcan and wastes no time getting out of there as fast as he could. 

He’s in a daze the whole way to the clubhouse, mind spinning with possibilities, wondering if you and Soobin had even made it there safely or if you’d been ambushed by the Cobras who followed you. 

It’s not until he pulls into the clubhouse’s lot and sees the black Dyna with saddlebags that he lets his mind settle. 

Cutting the engine off he practically leaps off his bike, in a haste to get inside and see you after all of this. He throws open the club’s doors, the resounding bang against the wall making everyone inside jump, the member’s girlfriends who sat surrounding you scolding him but he pays them no mind, making a beeline right to you. 

You’re standing instantly, clear relief on your face when you see he’s okay. The girls had reassured you it would all be fine but you couldn’t allow yourself to believe it, not until you actually saw him. 

“Oh my god, you’re here,” you breathe out, letting him wrap his arms around you, face burying in the crook of your neck as he holds you close. Your fingers press into his back, the rough leather feeling like home as you run over the seams of his patches. 

“Yeah, can’t get rid of me now sweetheart,” he laughs out, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck before standing up straight. His words hold more meaning, the knowledge that you’d no longer have to deal with Minho obvious, not needed to be said out loud and to be honest, you don’t want him to. You’d rather believe he never existed, a horrible nightmare you were finally waking up from. 

Jungkook takes note of your face now, the beginnings of a bruise blossoming by your cheekbone from earlier, the small cut on your throat no longer bleeding since one of the girls had helped you tend to it. His hand gently cups your cheek, softly rubbing the tender skin but your smile doesn’t falter, looking at him like it was the first time. 

His eyes show clear exhaustion but the ever present love is still there on his face, shown on the swells of his cheeks as he smiles, the crinkle of his nose when he sees the way you stare at him. The black strands that fell over his face are raked back now, a disheveled mess that he’ll deal with later, once you’re both home and away from this. 

“Do you wanna go?” he asks softly, face inching closer to yours as he presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“Can we?” you wonder, not sure how the club ran and if you’d be allowed to just leave after this mayhem just happened. You desperately want to get away though, needing to be alone with Jungkook, not having the mental capacity to handle talking to the other members when they eventually arrive but one thing claws at your mind. “What’s going to happen to Soobin?”

Jungkook smiles at your worry, spotting the younger boy lounging on the couch, surrounded by a few of the hangouts that belong to Deep Six. “Namjoon will handle him, don’t worry he’ll be in good hands. Now let’s go.”

Stepping through the door of Jungkook’s house makes a weight lift off your shoulders, everything still the exact same from the last time you were here and as you walk into his room you see an additional photo on his nightstand now. It’s a photo of you alone, an older one he must have taken back when you would stick to the small conversations outside of the bodega, tongue stuck out and tinted blue from the candy you had consumed. It makes your heart warm in your chest. 

“I missed you okay, don’t flame me for it,” he mumbles when he catches you staring at it, arm loosely slung around your waist as he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“I would never flame you for this,” you scoff, chuckling when he snorts in response, rolling his eyes jokingly as he steps away from you and approaches the bathroom. 

“I’m gonna shower really quick, make yourself comfy please.” He desperately wants to wipe himself clean of the grime, needing to shower in hot water to rid himself of the events of the day and you understand, giving him a simple nod as you settle on the bed. 

The door of the bathroom is left cracked open, the sound of the water turning on spilling through, Jungkook’s low mumbling mixing in with it all and you smile. Falling back onto his sheets, the soft fabric rubs against your cheek, the prominent scent of fresh laundry mixed with the musk of his cologne filling your senses. 

Your eyes flutter open, locking onto the first picture frame angled to face the bed, the same one you saw before. With a roll you’re able to reach it, fingers curling around the black frame and bringing the picture close to you. The image of the two of you smiling wide, locked in an embrace, is what finally lets you breathe. 

Suddenly, the urge to be beside him takes over you, setting the frame back in it’s rightful spot as you stand up from the bed, slowly slipping out of your clothes before sneaking towards the bathroom. 

As you push the door open you spot Jungkook through the steamed up glass doors, the ink on his arms looking like blobs from the fog, his head hung forward as he stands directly under the showerhead. He has his eyes shut, letting the water cascade down his back, washing away the stress of the last few weeks. 

He hears the sliding of the glass door as you step in behind him, a soft smile on his face as he waits for you to make a move, the pleasant surprise being your soft hands wrapping around him. They gently settle over his chest, your cheek resting against his back as droplets of water flow down you too. 

His skin feels smooth, hints of that lemon-rose body wash you know he loves filling your senses, making you cling to him tighter in search for comfort. Jungkook turns to look back at you, slowly twisting around in your grasp, letting you rest your cheek on his chest now. 

With half opened eyes you see the swirls of ink centimeters from your face, the familiar wingspan of the owl and grey skulls tucked underneath letting you accept that he was actually here with you, a small hum of content leaving your lips as you press even closer to him.

That's when you spot the gold glimmer hung around his neck, something that was concealed under his shirt earlier, tucked away and kept safe. Your heart skips when you realize what it is, a golden letter of your first initial, long enough to rest between his lungs, right beside his heart. 

“What’s this?”

He hums in question before looking down, seeing the way your nose nudges against the small charm resting on his chest, a small blush spreading on his cheeks. “I told you I missed you. I wasn’t lying.”

“Missed you more,” you mumble, pressing a soft kiss against his skin, warm drops of water felt against your lips, the soft beating of his heart lulling you into a state of serenity.

Jungkook’s arms wrap around you now, cradling your head close to him as he bends forward to rest his chin on your head. “You okay?” he wonders, hearing the way you snort before you move to look up at him instead. 

“I think I should be asking you that.”

He smiles, face looking youthful as he does so, dewy cheeks shining in the light. “I’m fine baby, I just need you to know you’re going to be okay now.” 

His hands move to cup your cheeks, needing you to understand how much he means that, determined to do absolutely anything to ensure you feel safe here, comfortable enough to be yourself, to not walk on eggshells around him. 

You get it instantly though, knowing nothing but security when it comes to being around Jungkook, knowing that everything he says or promises you rings true. The feeling of being appreciated and cared for seems like such a minimal expectation, but after being without it for so long anything like this just makes you want to show him how much you care for him too. 

So you do, leaning up on the tips of your toes until your lips are slotting perfectly between his, his nose nudging against your cheek as he tilts his head for you. The love you feel for him being shared between this, displayed in soft smacks of your lips, the gentle carding of his fingers through your hair, the breathy laugh he lets out between the splash of the water on the tiles when you playfully nip his lower lip. 

“I know, I trust you Jungkook.” You mumble between kisses, your hand gliding down his sides. The tips of your fingers trace the lines of his muscles, familiarizing yourself with each curve of his ribs as you slide towards the center of his body, low low lower, until you’re grasping his cock in your palm. 

He groans against your mouth now, weeks of not being around you and left to his own devices leaving him sensitive and needy for your touch.  “Fuck Y/N.”

“Feel good?” you wonder, mouthing kisses along his jaw, down his neck and hearing how he hums in response. A shaky exhale spills from his lips when you start to pump your hands down his slowly hardening cock, fingers just shy of touching as you give him a squeeze. He feels heavy in your grasp, veins felt along your fingertips as you glide your hand back up to circle his engorged head, no doubt red and desperate for your attention. 

“Yeah, feels good.”

His hands loosen their hold on you as you slowly start to drop down, a trail of kisses placed down his body before you’re settling onto your knees on the shower floor. Jungkook shivers when your nails lightly trace the tattoos on his thighs, following the cursive script on his right thigh before moving to the bold lines of the double headed wolf on his left. He’s patient as you admire his tattoos, knowing the wolf is one of your favorites, how you’ve called it a travesty because it’s hidden under his jeans half the time.

“Pretty,” you murmur, rubbing the skin with the pad of your thumb and a small smile on your face.

“You think so?” he humors you, letting his fingers softly card through your hair, push it off your face before it has a chance to obscure your vision.

“Yeah,” you sigh, grabbing the base of his cock once more, bulbous head already leaking from your gentle touches alone. “Your cock is prettier though.”

He hisses lightly, head dropping down to stare directly at you as you lead your mouth to press a soft kiss to the tip of his hardened cock, lips smearing the translucent beads of precum before you lick it off. With wide eyes you stare at him, looking as innocent as you can be when you gently lick a trail along the bottom of his cock. “Can I make you feel better?”

“F-fuck, please,” Jungkook sputters out, running a hand through his own hair to keep him from pushing you down onto his cock, head dropping back momentarily and letting the water flow down his inky locks before looking down once more.

The desperation lacing his voice makes your core throb, thighs pressing together as your mouth salivates at the sight of him. The tip of his cock peeks out each time you glide your hands down, precum gathering at the slit and looking so inviting. He watches with bated breath as you lick your lips over, jaw dropping open with your tongue pushed out slightly before you let him rest against it, the salty taste of him hitting your lips first as you wrap your mouth around him beautifully.

Jungkook swears he might cum now, slowly sinking into the wet, inviting warmth of your mouth, the slow bobs of your head teasing him as you pull back before sinking in further than the last. Your cheeks hollow out as you suck, eyes fluttering open to stare up at him as you swirl your tongue around his tip before swallowing him once more.

“Fuck, just like that,” he groans, thighs tense as you rest your hand against them, free hand still wrapped along the base of his cock to help you pump what you couldn’t yet fit in your mouth. “My pretty baby always does such a good job sucking my cock.”

His praise makes you hum against him, the vibrations felt along his length, sending a shiver up his spine, leaving his jaw clenched together as you sink down with more determination. As the tip of his cock prods at the back of your throat he lets out a moan of your name, fingers gripping the strands of your hair when you swallow, your throat tightening around him and making him shudder.

Your eyes stay locked on his, seeing the absolute pleasure etched onto his features, top teeth biting down on his glimmering lower lip, coated in his saliva and swollen from your kisses. As you repeat the same motion, sinking as far as you can with a wet slurp, Jungkook’s hips have a mind of their own, thrusting into your mouth without warning, too lost in the feeling of it but as you gag around his cock he pulls back instantly.

“Shit, sorry baby,” he apologizes, fingers pushing up your chin as he makes sure you’re okay.

With a wet cough you’re looking up at him with a glimmer in your eyes, pure mischief in your features and it makes his stomach flip, makes him want to ruin you. “Do that again, please,” you beg. “Fuck my mouth.”

Jungkook curses above you, hating the way his cock twitches at your filthy words, head screaming for him to do it, to do what you ask and have you gagging around his cock. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“You won’t, I promise.”

He’s not given a moment to protest, the curve of your tongue underneath his cock pulling him in, allowing him to sink back into your mouth with ease, less resistant than before. The saliva gathered in your mouth aids in the slip, the obscene slurps echoing in the shower as you let the hand gripped around his cock fall to the side, a clear indicator for him to do what he wants.

Your jaw drops open further, nice and slack, lips pulled taut around him and he can’t help but thrust forward again, experimentally at first, barely an inch pushing forward but you hum in content, let your eyes fall shut as he repeats the motions.

Jungkook moans freely now, his free hand coming to gingerly cup your cheek, fingers resting along your jaw, soothing your skin as he fucks into your mouth. The small gags you let out bounce off the tiles, mix in with the wet thrusts of his cock hitting the back of your throat, the needy groans of your name flowing from his mouth. You can feel your own arousal coating your thighs, aching want growing inside of you with each cry he lets out.

“God, I love your mouth,” he rasps, smiling when he sees the bit of drool that spills from your lips, coating his cock in a nice sheen before dripping down your jaw and onto your skin. With a quivering breath you’re looking up at him again, misty eyes that reflect the light above you, tears coating your lower lashes before spilling over and down your face. Jungkook shushes you gently, thumb wiping away the stray tears in a sweet motion that contrast the way his hips snap forward, cursing as your throat squeezes around him.

You look absolutely wrecked, wet trails coating your cheeks, mixing in with the drool around your lips. Jungkook can feel his release creeping up on him, cock throbbing in your mouth, begging to be pushed further in so he can cum down your throat but he needs to get a taste of you first. Against all of his urges he’s pulling you off his messy length, slick with your spit and his precum as it bounces in the air.

“What happened?” You can barely speak, throat raw from his ministrations but you wanted to see him fall apart.

“Fuck,” he pants, chest heaving as he sees the way you look at him with swollen lips, tits covered in spit, coating your skin as it fell from your mouth, leaving your nipples pebbled between your piercings. “Don’t wanna cum down your throat.”

A deadly smile graces your face as you smirk, slowly lifting yourself up on weak legs. Your intention is clear as you turn around, palms placed against the damp shower wall and an enticing wiggle of your hips for his enjoyment. Jungkook throws his head back at the sight of your ass, skin smooth and inviting, not being able to resist the way his hand shoots forward to land a swift slap against your cheek, skin jiggling from the force as you giggle.

“No baby, not here.” He leans forward, caging you in with his chest pressing onto your back, sticky length slotted right between your ass as he rests his lips by your ear, slowly rutting against you. “Wanna take my time with you, the way I’ve always wanted to.”

His voice sends chills down your spine, makes goosebumps flare on your body as you bite your lip, nodding instantly at the proposition. 

“Bed, now.”

You waste no time listening to him, pulling the shower door open before scurrying out of the bathroom, feet leaving a small trail of water before you reach the carpeted floors of his room. 

Jungkook chuckles at your excitement, shutting off the shower before meeting you in there, seeing you perched on the bed already, body displayed like every one of his wet dreams. Your head is resting on the small mountain of pillows he has, pert breasts rising and falling with each of your breaths, feet gliding on his comforter as you slowly open up your thighs for him. 

He licks his lips over at the sight, folds coated in your arousal, slick clinging to your thighs and showing him just how much you enjoyed having his cock in your mouth. 

Jungkook slowly rests his palms on the bed, that same predatory look in his eyes that made your heart race, creeping forward in a slow glide that fills you with anticipation. He rubs the side of his face along your knee, eyes shut at the soft feeling of your skin, following the slope of your legs until he reaches the swell of your inner thighs. 

You’re almost positive he has a kink for this, would most likely want nothing more than to slip his cock between the juncture of your thighs and get off that way, and considering you’d want nothing more than to do the same with his thighs you don’t tease him.

Instead you smile, drop a hand down to wipe away the small beads of water that coat his forehead, tracing the arch of his brows as he presses a kiss to your skin. His large palms come up to grope the meat of your thighs, firm squeezes that make your core throb, loving the roughness of his grip. A flash of gold catches his attention though, eyes widening slightly when he realizes he hadn’t taken his rings off in the shower. As he starts to slip them off you let out a whine in protest, gripping his wrist before he can pull them off, an eyebrow raised in question as you do so.

“Keep them on, please.”

Jungkook chuckles at your request, he knew how much you loved to feel them whenever he touched you so really, he should’ve known better but still he can’t help but tease you. “Dirty girl,” he kisses your skin once more. “Whatever my pretty baby wants.”

Securing the rings on his fingers he smiles up at you, resting on his tummy with his face inches from your pussy. He lets his hands trail teasing touches to your skin, inching towards your center before circling up to your mound. 

“Miss your skirt,” he admits, his horny tendencies making him wish he could eat you out with it on just like last time, remembering all of the filthy things you’ve done with that flimsy article of clothing. 

“I know you do, you horn dog. I’ll make sure to wear it next time,” you promise him, twirling a strand of his hair in your hands, giggling when he visibly perks up, wiggling his eyebrows at you before placing a firm kiss to your pussy. The first touch always sends you reeling, knowing exactly what's to come with Jungkook’s tongue you just lay back and enjoy.

His index finger comes down, gently pressing against your clit in a touch so light it makes you whimper, teasing circles intent to frustrate you judging by the smug smile on his lips. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Is all he says before he’s licking a stripe up your folds, tip of his tongue collecting each drop of your arousal and groaning at the taste of you, still fully standing behind his statements of wanting to live between your legs.

His tongue feels like heaven, curling up as it flicks against your clit, his fingers spreading you apart so he could get a better taste. Plump lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently until you’re sighing above him, hips just barely rutting into his face, searching for more and he gives it to you. Nose buried into your mound as he sucks with more force, chuckling against your skin when your fingers yank at his hair, a moan of his name reaching his ears that he indulges in.

“Guk, ah!” you cry out as he hums around your clit, the soft vibrations shooting through your core, leaving you gasping as you throw your head back. There was nothing you loved more than having Jungkook ravish you, letting him break you down into a stuttering, crying mess all because of his mouth and he lived for it. He lived to see you whining, begging for him, it made his heart throb and his cock ache, getting absolute pleasure from seeing you enjoy yourself.

He knows what you really want though, his index finger slowly sliding down your slit, prodding at your entrance and the way your tight ring of muscles clench at his teasing makes him chuckle darkly. “Mm, so needy.”

“Shut up, want you.”

He circles his finger once more, letting the tip of it just barely sink into you. “Want me or my fingers, baby?”

“B-both, fuck Jungkook, please.” He finds your begging so cute, never one to deny you. Knowing you must be just as desperate as he is he finally lets his finger sink in, slipping into your warmth like it was meant to be there. Your walls suck him in, wrap around his digit until he’s pressed to the hilt, the cool sensation of his golden band felt against your skin and you mewl filthily at it.

Fuck you were dirty, but you were his and he wouldn’t want it any other way. 

His lips resume what they were doing, lapping at your pussy as he pumps his finger into you, the gush of your arousal leaking around his fingers, dripping down your ass and onto the sheets below in a sticky mess. He doesn’t need you to beg for more, his middle finger quickly joining the first and stretching you open further, scissoring inside of you, curling up and rolling in a come here motion until you’re twitching in the sheets and rutting your hips up with more force.

“Again, f-fuck Guk,” you whine, words stretched out, dripping in lust and want and it was all for him. His lips latch around your clit again, slow pulses sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth, sending your mind spinning as he pumps his fingers into you in a smooth rhythm. The wet smack of his palm against your folds sounds like music to his ears, needing to hear it louder he adds his third finger in, the letters spelling SIX pressed flush against your cunt. 

Jungkook knows it’s wrong, to find so much enjoyment in seeing his club name shining back at him, coating in strings of your arousal as you scream out his name, knowing he shouldn’t get this turned on after all the shit that happened today. But he lets himself have this moment, knowing you love feeling the rings press into your skin, fueling your desires and making the hunger grow in your mind. 

He shuts his eyes now, fully savoring it all, smiling against you when he finds the soft patch inside of you, your hips writhing around as he rubs against it, walls fluttering around his digits. 

“Close, don’t stop,” you laugh out, hysterical with lust as he shakes his head side to side against you, the ticklish feeling making the coil tighten inside of you. His fingers buried into your cunt, spreading you apart as he pumps them into you in a beautiful rhythm, it lights your skin up and leaves you craving the stretch of his cock, leaves your walls clamping around him in search for more.

Your hips work together with his tongue now, searching for your release in desperation and Jungkook is set on finding it for you, never ceasing his motions. He keeps the flow going, can feel your thighs twitching around him, your feet gliding uselessly on the sheets, chest hiccuping as your tummy tenses up. He knew your pussy well, could read your body with ease, and when you crane your head down to look at him, seeing his dark eyes boring into you with his lips latched onto your clit, you’re a goner.

“Oh fuck!” you scream out, hands pulling at his hair with force as your mind blanks, body set alight as your climax washes over you. White pleasure crashes against your skin, pulls you in with each wave, leaves you limp and sinking into the shores of your mind. Jungkook smirks at the way you go pliant in his grasp, hand dropping from his hair as he continues to suck against you, loving the small twitches of your body as he slurps the last drops of you with his tongue.

“Taste so good,” he murmurs, kissing your inner thighs, leaving a trail of wetness from his lips coated in your orgasm, sticky fingers clutching onto your hips. “Wanna have you for every meal.”

“You’re so corny,” you giggle out, spreading your thighs further apart as he slowly kisses his way up your body, his tongue peaking out and licking up your stomach, curling under the swell of your breast before he’s wrapping his lips around your nipple. The warmth of his mouth makes you gasp, pushing your chest up as you grip his hair again. His ringed hand grabs your neglected breast, squeezing the supple flesh before circling the hardened bud, the cool metal of your piercing felt against his fingers.

“I thought I was a horn dog,” he retorts as he pops off your nipple, leaving it coated in his saliva, glimmering in the dim light of his room.

“You’re both, like a two for one special.” Jungkook smiles at this, bunny teeth exposed as he chuckles, a slight shake of his head making his slowly drying strands fall around his face. 

When you pucker out your lips for a kiss he reaches up to meet you, slick lips pressed against your own, swallowing the soft sighs you let out as you place your hands on his firm chest. He lets you push him over, flopping onto his back as you settle on top of him.

“Wanna ride you.” You say it so sweetly, like you’re asking him for a small favor instead of telling him you wanna rock his world in better words.

“Whatever you want baby,” he breathes out, back propped up by the pillows. He can feel your drenched core against him, his cock still hard and pressed against your ass, begging for your attention. 

Large palms slide up your sides, roaming up your back in a soothing motion as you smile down at him, hand reaching behind you to grab his thick cock and position him at your entrance.

His tip prods at your entrance, a hushed sigh concealed by your lips as you slowly sink down. The stretch of his cock feeling like a delicious ache that you welcome with each inch you take, having missed the full feeling that came from this. You slide down all the way with a humph, thighs pressed flush against his as you moan unabashedly. 

Jungkook feels like everything is right with the world now, buried inside your heat, feeling the small trembles of your body as he holds you close.

“Hold on,” he sighs out, hot pants of breath felt against your skin, palms digging into your back until your chest is flush with his. The last thing he wants is to bust his load this early, your warmth intoxicating him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he groans. You need the time to adjust to his size anyways, a teasing smile on your face when you pinch his chin in your fingers, tilting his head up to stare at you before you’re crashing your lips against him once more.

Jungkook doesn’t know if this is any better, enjoying kissing you as much as he does fucking you but he can’t pull away, allowing you to lick your way into his mouth as his cock remains buried in your pussy. The curve of it nudges just right inside of you, pushes against the sweetest spots as you fidget in his lap, your tongue licking against his, tickling the roof of his mouth in that way he loves. He can feel his cock pulsing inside of you, the small flutters of your walls pulling him under, the puddle of your arousal dripping down his length and settling into his skin only making him want to thrust up into you. 

His lashes flutter against his cheeks, the plush feeling of your lips making his heart race, eyes finally slipping open when you pull his lower lip back and let it snap against his teeth before licking at his lip ring teasingly.

“Ready?” you whisper, eyes half lidded and clouded with desire. Jungkook can only nod, exhaling a shaky breath when you lift your hips up slowly, tight walls dragging against his cock as you do so, the slick glide allowing you to raise until only his tip remains before you’re sinking back down. His hands glide down your back, rings leaving a cold trail on your skin as he reaches your ass, palms grabbing a firm handful as he helps you find your rhythm.

You loved when Jungkook took control, held you down and fucked you until you couldn’t see straight, left you crying as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. But there was something special that coursed through you when the cards flipped, some sick rush that you know he felt too when you were on top, setting the pace. In reality you knew he was still in control, only letting you think you were in charge, mind convinced you were using him like your own personal sex toy. But the rough grip he has on your ass reminds you of the truth, and it instills that same thrill in you. 

“Shit Y/N,” he drawls out as your hips gain fluidity, riding him with ease, walls sucking him in each time. His hand rears back, landing a sharp smack against your ass, smarting your skin as the sound echoes in the quiet room, your velvety walls tightening around him deliciously. 

A small whimper leaves your mouth, begging him to do it again, to mark you up, make you remember this moment tomorrow so he does. The slight burn of the metal on your skin leaves you panting above him, picturing how pretty it’ll look tomorrow thanks to him. 

With each smack of his palm you’re falling apart, arousal gushing out of you, increasing the volume of the wet squelches of your pussy being split open. The curve of his cock makes you dizzy, leaves you stuttering on top of him each time it rubs against that sweet spot inside of you. He can’t look away from where you connect, mesmerized by the way you cream his cock, leave it shiny and covered in your essence with each lift of your hips.

“Fuck you feel so good,” you mewl, gasping as his mouth once again envelopes around your tit, tongue lapping at your nipple, flicking it with a satisfied hum as you drop your head back, pushing your chest further into his mouth. 

The added stimulation of his mouth turns you into a puddle above him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, hips never losing their motion.

Jungkook swears he’s never seen you look more beautiful than when you’re lost in your pleasure, jaw slack as you moan for him, eyes barely able to stay open as he fills you up just the way you’ve wanted. It’s the one thing you’ve been craving in your time apart, coming second in terms of spending time with him, but nothing compares to how quickly he’s able to make you fall apart. 

“Gonna cum baby?” he teases, already feeling the way your walls tighten around him the longer you bounce on him. Sticking his tongue out, he lets it trail against your nipples as your tits jiggle from the action, enjoying the shiver that courses through you when you meet his gaze. 

“Yeah,” you whine, letting his hands guide you, weak thighs slowly giving up on you as your second orgasm approaches you. His skin was slick with sweat now, resting his feet flat on the bed before he began thrusting up into you, meeting your hips each time you came back down, his cock felt deep inside of you, tip of his length kissing your cervix each time, making sparks flash behind your lids each time you blinked.

With a trembling hand you’re sliding it down your body, fingers meeting your sensitive clit and nearly sobbing as you start to circle the swollen bundle of nerves. A choked moan fills the air, eyes rolling back as the euphoric feeling shoots through you, fingers pushing yourself over the edge for the second time this night. 

Jungkook looks at you with stars in his eyes, mouth dropped open in awe as you cum around his cock, leave it nice and creamy, weak body resting on him as he fucks you through it until you're keening from overstimulation and retracting your hand from your throbbing clit. His hands slide along your body as you tremble, soft pants hitting his skin and making him shiver. 

“You good baby?” he pants, stilling your hips and gently flipping the two of you over once again, sticky length slipping out of you as he rubs the side of your face. 

“Never better,” you sigh in a daze, legs spreading apart for him once more, moaning softly when you feel his heavy cock pressed against your slit, still just as hard as it was when he fucked your throat in the shower. “Fuck me, wanna feel you fill me up Guk.”

Jungkook hums at your words as he fists his cock, giving it a few languid pumps before slapping it against your pussy, chuckling darkly when you twitch at the sensation. With a quiet moan he’s guiding his cock back into your messy cunt with an embarrassing squelch, the wet noise filling the room as he starts a quick pace. 

You’re beyond sensitive now, soft mewls leaving your mouth with each thrust, tender walls fluttering against him and Jungkook knows he’ll never want to be with anyone else. His eyes lock onto yours, amazed at how easy it is to turn you into a blubbering mess beneath him, to have you staring at him with teary eyes and drool nearly dripping out of your mouth from how drunk his cock made you feel.

His hands cling to your hips now, so tightly it dimples your skin, keeps you in place as he pistons into you. Deliberate rolls of his hips that are intent to make you scream his name, something you easily do when he hits the right spot inside of you, cock filling you up perfectly. 

Jungkook doesn’t know where to look, overwhelmed with the moment, eyes floating from your scrunched up face, the way your tits bounce with each thrust, and your drenched pussy sucking him back in each time. It’s sensory overload for him, his heart pounding in his chest as he takes it all in, palms sliding further up until he’s gliding up your ribs. His thumbs rub the undersides of your breasts for a brief moment as he speeds up, hands eventually moving to rest by your head as he leans further over you, desperate for his release. 

Each of his thrusts has his gold chain rocking above you, your first initial glimmering in the light as it just barely grazes the tip of your nose. You’re transfixed on it, bleary vision focusing on it as you whine out his name, seeing it sway with each rock of his hips and suddenly it hits you, crashing over you in a sobering realization. 

You love him. 

Your hands slide up, tracing the bold six on his upper right arm and for once not feeling ashamed at the sight of it, gliding further up and around his shoulders while you desperately wrap them around him as you stare up at him. “I love you, fuck I love you so much.” It comes out as a cry, sounding delirious from the way it slurs together but you mean it just the same. 

His fluid hips falter for a moment, shocked at first, brows pinched together in confusion when he thinks he heard you wrong. “What?”

“I love you Jungkook,” you repeat without hesitation, a nervous look on your face that slowly fades when you see the realization on his features, eyes wide, relief on his face in the form of a smile at knowing you loved him too.

“Fuck, I love you too baby,” he moans deeply, bending forward to kiss you, sloppy as you pant into each others mouths, teeth knocking from the force of his thrusts but it does the job. “So fucking much.”

Your heart swells at his confession, everything wrong in your life becoming obsolete because of this moment. Every single wrong decision, horrible days lumped on end with rays of light found in the slices of time spent with him feels worth it now. All that matters is him, seeing him above you with pure adoration on his face, looking at you like you were the one responsible for the sun coming up every morning. You hope he knows the feeling is mutual, runs just as deep inside of you because you knew he was responsible for the stars in the sky.

A particular thrust brings you back, gasping for air as his hips snap against yours, thighs slapping together as he picks up his pace, feeling the way you tighten around him. Your hands rush to cup his face, staring up at him with love floating around you, seeing his doe eyes gleaming as you do so. 

He smiles as you start pulsing around him, knowing how sensitive your pussy is after cumming twice back to back, angling his hips to fuck you just right, snickering when you squeal in pleasure. “You close?”

“Mhm,” you mewl, hooking your legs around him, keeping him close as his pelvis rubs against your sensitive clit deliciously. “Guk,” you whine out and he knows what you want, not even needing you to ask before he’s smiling down at you. 

“Open your mouth love.” You comply instantly, eyes fluttering shut as he revs his throat and spits into your mouth, thick glob of saliva hitting your tongue and you moan at the sensation, throat moving as you swallow the load before sticking it back out for more.

“That's my good girl, fuck,” he grunts when your moans raise in pitch, eyes locked onto his as your pleasure spikes, blooms in your stomach and starts to spread, pleas for more begging him not to stop. “Wanna feel you cum around my cock again baby, c’mon.”

“Guk, please.” Your hands hold onto him for dear life, face pinched together in the cutest scowl, lips swollen from how hard you bite them, moans still managing to slip past as you let the feeling take over you. 

With a few more thrusts you’re pushed over the edge, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure rocks through you, buzzing felt all the way down to your fingertips as you cum. Jungkook is in awe once more as he watches you, the prettiest face as you fall apart and cry out his name.

“Fuck you’re mine,” he grunts, hand sliding up your throat and towards your face, cupping your cheek until his thumb glides across your slick lower lip, tracing the curve of it tenderly. 

“Yours,” you slur out, tongue peaking out to lick his finger before he’s slipping it into your mouth, groaning as you suck on it, swirling your tongue around it and hollowing your cheeks as if it was his cock. 

“Fuck, fuck,” he chants, loud slaps of your skin connecting sounding like pure sin. “Never getting rid of me baby, mine forever.” His hips thrust sloppily now, your mewls of pleasure spurring him on.

“Gonna fill you up,” he grunts out, needing to fill you to the brim, claim you as his the way he always did, wanting nothing more than to see globs of his cum leaking out of you.

“Please,” you plead around his finger, and it's the last sound he hears before he’s spilling his load inside of you with a string of profanities, thick cock twitching as spurts of his cum warm up your walls, shallow thrusts into your messy cunt riding him out until he’s stilling his hips altogether.

His whole body trembles for a minute, brain wiped clean as the feeling rocks through him, finally coming back and seeing you sprawled out underneath him with a satisfied smile. Your chest heaves as you attempt to catch your breath, a soft mewl escaping you when his softening cock slips out of you, the gush of cum dripping out making you want to clamp your thighs shut but his hands stop you. 

Jungkook shushes you gently when you whine as his fingers gather the globs of white, slowly pushing them back into you until you’re fully stuffed once more. He admires your sodden folds, resting back on his haunches with a proud smirk. 

Your foot playfully nudges along the tattoos of his thighs, both of you panting and sweaty on the sheets, in a warm daze from the ecstasy still coursing through your veins. Jungkook looks down at you with a lovestruck smile. “I love you,” he repeats, needing to say it out of the throes of pleasure, to confirm it wasn’t something he imagined.

“I love you more,” you reply, squealing as he lunges towards you in favor of attacking your face with kisses, wet and sloppy, his large hands cupping your face and smothering you with love. You don’t fight it, letting yourself bask in it, in the soft laughter that spills from his mouth, the warm embrace around you as he pulls you close to him, flipping you over until you’re nuzzled by his side.

For the first time in months you’re no longer on borrowed time, being able to enjoy Jungkook's company longer than a few hours at a time and it makes you smile, snuggling into his chest so cutely he looks down at you. 

“What?”

“Just thinking that I get to sleep with you for the first time tonight,” you whisper it out, almost like you’re embarrassed at admitting it, but he feels the same, his arm tightening around you with a soft sigh.

“Mm, yeah, we get to wake up together too.” He enjoys the smile on your face at his words, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple now. “Why are you thinking about sleep though, I told you I wanted to take my time with you tonight.”

You look up at him with wide eyes, your body still thrumming from the three orgasms you had, knowing you couldn’t do another this soon. “Jungkook, I can’t.”

“Sounds like a challenge,” he jokes, hands tightening around your hips and laughing as you try to wiggle yourself out of his grasp, his competitive streak making him determined to have you falling apart if it’s the last thing he does and from the look on his face you can already tell it’s going to be a long night.

“Put the fucking hat on!” Taehyung scolds Soobin from beside him, thrusting the fuzzy Santa hat at the younger boy with a threatening glare. Soobin knows he doesn’t mean any harm, the small smile on his face showing his true intentions so he accepts, huffing dramatically as he puts it on, adjusting it just right until Taehyung is smiling in appreciation.

You watch from the sidelines, a smile on your face as you see the families gathered at the front of the clubhouse. Deep Six was hosting their annual toy drive for Christmas, something that may seem a little bizarre with all things considered but it was something that Seokjin stood strongly behind, wanting to do something for the children of the community.

Soobin and Taehyung stood at the front lines, full tombstone patches on their leather jackets and obnoxious Santa hats on their heads in order to appeal to the children. It seems to be working, kids not shying away as they crouch down to speak to them with smiles on their faces.

“So, when are you two popping one out?” Jimin speaks from beside you, a knowing smirk on his face when you and Jungkook both whip your head to look at him so fast he swears you must have gotten whiplash.

“Woah woah, let us enjoy our time together as a duo before you come over here manifesting a child.” Jungkook huffs jokingly, slinging an arm around you and pulling you into his side. 

Jimin pouts, dramatic like always. “Sorry, I just wanna be an uncle dammit!”

Hoseok walks out just in time to hear the end of his sentence and a scowl is immediately on his face. “Fuck you, you’re already an uncle,” he grumbles, his ten month old daughter hiked on his hip, the cutest pigtails on her head with a baby leather vest on, the words baby six embroidered onto it. 

Jimin spins around instantly, cooing at baby Yeona with his arms outstretched, a smile on his face when she reaches out for him. Hoseok's wife shakes her head in disbelief as Yeona allows herself to be scooped out of her fathers arms way too easily. “Of course I am, I love my little niece.”

Jungkook sighs beside you at the interaction, looking down at you to see you’re already staring at him. “Do you want kids?”

It takes you a second to think about it, nodding as you smile at him. “Yeah eventually, do you?”

“Yeah, when the time is right.” He smiles back, eyes locking onto Yeona and Jimin now dancing around the lot while she giggles, showing the dimples on her soft cheeks.

You hum in agreement, also looking at the families lingering in the clubhouse before spotting the plethora of bikes lined against the back wall. “I don’t think I'm ready to give up riding on a bike just yet.”

That sobers Jungkook up in a flash, his hands coming up in surrender. “Hold up, who said anything about giving up riding bikes?”

“Jungkook, if we have a baby we need an actual car, for a car seat?”

He scoffs, waving his arm around. “Nonsense, we can just get one of those sidecar attachments.”

You pause for a minute, letting the gears turn in his head and hoping he would come to his senses, but when he says nothing you press your lips together. “Guk, our baby can’t ride in a sidecar, I'm pretty sure that's illegal and also immoral.” 

“Fine,” he sighs, “what about a dog?”

“You want a dog?”

“I want four.”

“You want four?” you laugh, not knowing where this was coming from at all. He had grown an obsession with checking the local dog shelters late at night and showing you the available puppies with tears in his eyes but he had never mentioned anything about adopting one.

“Yeah, do the math. I can double strap, have one on my chest and the other on my back right?” He waits for you to nod before continuing, “And you can ride your bike and double strap the other two, just picture them with their little goggles and helmets.” He coos so sweetly, lips pouting out at the thought of it, already picturing the two of you cruising around with dogs strapped on like fucking backpacks.

You can’t help but smile at your boyfriend, cupping his cheeks as you kiss him gently. “You’re fucking crazy,” he kisses back with his own smile. “One dog.”

“Deal.” He agrees without putting up a fight, the call of his name grabbing his attention, pulling away from you to go help Yoongi and Namjoon as they pull the full boxes of donations away. 

You watch him with those same lovesick eyes you always had, seeing when he goes back to the front and speaks to the children out there, allowing them to trace the patches on his arms with a wide smile on his face, animatedly telling them stories that make them giggle. 

Maybe four dogs and a baby wasn’t such a bad idea if it was with him.

[deluluass]

all yours; all mine

71 and 58 with Atsumu pleaseeese. I just love this man and I would appreciate it if you wrote something with him. Youre so talented!💕 — anon

sidenote: anon, i hope u know that u have a very special place in my heart for being the first ask ive ever received. i hope u are well & having a gr8 day ;U;

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; daddy kink; mild angst; implied post-breakup depression; toxic relationship/s

Breakups are a messy business. A lot of crying, begging, screaming (if it's that type of a breakup). Whatever it is, breakups generally inspire intense— so-intense-it-could-get-you-kicked-out-if-you're-in-a-public-place, high-strung, and the most unpleasant kind of emotions. 

It’s understandable, considering you’re losing the person you love. 

But he doesn't even look upset.

"Aah," Atsumu sing-songed, twirling the plastic stirrer between his fingers. "Ya wanna call it off?"

The heat from the mug bit your skin as you gripped it. 

"What?" you choked, shaking your head. "I didn't say that, Atsumu. I only-"

He scoffed. "Fuckin'- ya just did."

You finally looked up at him, porcelain clinking as you placed your drink back on the saucer. Ball cap on,  muscles filling up and straining his hoodie and jeans; even in an outfit that almost concealed him he never fails to take your breath away. 

Only, it's for a different reason this time.

"I said that I-" you cleared your throat. "I want- I want you to-"

"I get it, I get it." Atsumu sighed, waving his hand nonchalantly. "Let's break up, then."

He was already standing up and he didn't even deign to meet your eyes. You didn't expect much when you'd travelled all the way to Tokyo just to have a talk with him. After all, the last conversation you had was over the phone. (And that, too, did not go well). 

Though, is it too much to expect he'd at least listen to what you have to say?

"Tsumu-kun! Wait!" 

Some customers were already staring, urging you to hide, hop on the next train, and run back home; away from the cold scrutiny of strangers. 

But not now. Not when what you have with him is hanging on a balance.

"Please, sit down and- and let's talk," you huffed, voice and hand trembling as you held onto his.

Breakups are a messy business, you heard.

A lot of crying. A lot of begging. A lot of screaming. Whichever kind it is, don't breakups usually inspire only the most intense emotions?

But he doesn't even look upset, doesn't even look like he feels anything other than a passing irritation, as if you were a fly buzzing in his ear, when he told you, "I know this is ya first rodeo, but yer gonna find someone new eventually, hm?"

It's been a long time coming, Atsumu thinks. He'd known for quite a while now that his relationship with you would end, actually, ever since you'd wanted to include "feelings" and "trust" and "opening up" into the mix. 

"Why?" he'd laughed at your face once. "What? Ya ain't happy? That it? We got somethin' good goin' on don't we?"

He didn't get it, at first. You'd always been your cheerful, bubbly self; never failing to be that one sunny spot when his day gets too pesky and such a pain in the ass. You were happy.

Until you weren't. 

"You don't.. tell me things," you muttered, fiddling with your hands on the kitchen table. "Which is fine! I'm not- go at your pace, but- but know that I'd listen to you. Always. I'm here, 'Tsumu."

And it wasn't as if he didn't try. It's just that Atsumu realized, a few months later, that he wasn't any good at it. 

Every time he'd lay it all out in front of you⁠— every tiny and pathetic and gritty part of him, you would eventually take him in your arms. So much smaller, weaker than his and yet Atsumu did not mind if it could be his entire world. 

Then, a thought would creep in, like a thief that'd stab him in his sleep. In the safety of those tender arms, with those guileless eyes peering at him, Atsumu would think that he'd rather stay there forever, cling onto you until he bites the dust.  

It disgusted him. 

Atsumu couldn't stand it. Because if he could be anything in this short life, he'd choose to be perfect. And that- that wasn't it. 

So he avoided it when the occasion arose. Diverting the subject to mundane stuff was easy, at first. The weather, the new show you're binging, your slacker of a boss, what happened back in the game. When that didn't work⁠— well, there were other ways. 

(His favorite was sticking his tongue in your wet cunt, to prod at the soft walls with the tip, and to lap and suck at the clit until you're begging for the stretch of his fat cock.)

The break up was understandable. When you'd greeted him in the café as if you'd spent the entire time you were apart crying, Atsumu knew it was over. 

You just repeated what you'd always said. It's okay to be vulnerable. If he needs some time to work out the right words then you'd always wait because I love you, 'Tsumu. 

(But there was that feeling again. Like he could die on the spot if you would so much as leave his sight.)

(Ending it was the only way out. When poison seeps itself into the bloodstream, you're left with no choice but to cut off a part of you.)

Unlike others, he can say that it was a clean parting. You wanted something and he was bad at it. And because he hated fucking up, Atsumu decided to leave. Easy. 

Really, the only people who didn't understand were his teammates.

"That's strange," Hinata spat, rice bursting to his chin when he suddenly faced Atsumu. "I don't think I've seen her for weeks now."

He could hear barely suppressed groans  behind him, no doubt from Bokuto and the others, before their spiker blurted out a confused, "What?"

Because, of course, Hinata could only mean one "her.” (There had only ever been one that Atsumu Miya allowed inside the team's gymnasium; inside his circle of friends; inside his life.)

Apparently, except for Hinata Shoyo, everyone had caught on that the both of you had thrown in the towel, so to speak. (And here they thought the guy's finally in it for real.)

"Nah, it's fine," Atsumu smirked, addressing it to everyone gathered around Samu's onigiri stand.  

"We broke up." 

He clicked his tongue. "It's not like there ain't no other fish in the sea."

The remark, casually said in between sips of cold coffee, was met with a gaping silence. 

That turned out to be right, like everything else that he'd predicted. 

A hole is a hole is a hole is a hole. No disrespect meant to you. But before you there had been many others who'd helped warm his bed. It just so happened that you got to stay for far longer. 

(Because waking up next to you meant waking up to that dreamy look, as if whoever's in charge up there has finally given you everything you've ever wanted.)

(And when he greets you with a hoarse good morning you say it back with eyes that tell him he's worth it, simply for being there.)

Anyway, going back to that old routine hadn't been difficult. 

(Except when he finally does it with someone new, for some reason he keeps searching for a different touch, expecting that endearing combination of inexperience and enthusiasm.)

(And when they cum he can't help but put a hand on their mouth, around their throat, because he's hearing the wrong voice, seeing the wrong face.) 

It's obvious, looking at him. Everyone can see that life's going pretty well for Atsumu. He can only hope that the same goes for you.

"You're miserable."

Peeling your attention away from the mother braiding her young daughter's hair, you hurriedly brought it back to the two women sitting in front of you.

"See?" Aya swung her hand in your direction. "Not even listening."

"No, no," you giggled sheepishly. Kaori was already pursing her lips.

"No, seriously. I am."

You sat upright, setting the chopsticks on your bento box. 

"Then what was it she said?" Kaori pressed. She folded her arms and you knew you were in trouble. 

"Uh..huh." You nodded. "Right. So. Um...."

"You didn't catch it," said Kaori.

"I didn't catch it," you winced.

Both girls sighed. 

The first three buttons of their blouses were open, the heat of the afternoon getting to them. And as they leaned back against the wooden bench, you had a feeling that they were about to give you the Conversation that's been waiting to happen for two long months.

That's why you'd decided to start it before they could. Just so it won't linger anymore painfully so.

“I know what you're going to say."

They only raised their brows, a mere "okay, go on" than an actual expression of surprise. 

"I've been sad. I haven't been..fine. That is true," you inhaled, preparing yourself for the agonizing part. Then, you released your breath.

"Ever since..'Tsu-" you gulped. "Ever since breaking up with Atsumu I haven't been feeling like myself but nowadays I'm getting back on my feet and I'm still working see so really there's no need to worry okay? Okay."

Aya grinned, but it didn't hold her usual devil-may-care humor to it. 

"You say that," she started, "but we’ll probably always be if you keep at that- at that⁠—"

"You're rarely in the moment," Kaori supplied, to which Aya replied with a harsh thank you. "You're distracted. And we know you're trying your best to be okay on your own. We've given you space, but remember that you have us."

Something was lodged in your chest and you found it hard to breathe. You'd missed them. You hadn't realized it, but you missed your friends. 

So much.

"Thank you," you whispered, forcing back  tears. "I- I wouldn't know what to do if it not for you two-"

"Hold it." Aya raised a palm. "Before you get corny again. Can I just say, I know he's your first dick-"

"Aya," Kaori murmured.

"And we all know it was good-"

"Aya," you hissed.

Your face burned as you searched from left to right, making sure no innocent being heard her.

"But can I just say," she slapped a palm on the surface of the table. "I don't care what you or the TV or his fans say about him! But the man's a walking red flag since day one!"

Kaori rolled her eyes. And despite yourself you couldn't keep a chuckle from bubbling. 

"Here we go again."

Aya almost rose from her seat. "When he sent that poor dude from accounting to the ER for just, I don't know, breathing your way, I knew something was up!"

You felt your smile die. 

That had been the first time it happened. You'd asked him what's wrong, after you'd rushed to the hospital, and all he gave you was silence. A whole day of it. He hadn't spoken a word about it, only that he'd warned you not to talk to that bastard again, or else.

(You'd learned, much, much later, that he doesn't do well with people that annoy him. That's what he said. You wanted to know more, but he suddenly decided that he had to make it up to you between the sheets.)

Kaori touched your hand. "Talk to us," she whispered.

You hummed as you shook your head. "I just remembered him," you said, only half of the truth.

If they knew it, they didn't let on. But Aya did say, "Tell you what. Company outing's upon us. So you know what that means?"

"Oh, I don't know," you mumbled apologetically. "I might sit this one out."

"No," Kaori gritted. 

Aya held your face with both hands as she  stared you down.

"You will buy yourself a new swimsuit. You will enjoy that cheap beach resort." 

The heaviness was lifting, bit by bit, as you felt your stomach ache with laughter. And with each silly word uttered by your friends, you could almost see the gray clouds overhead disappearing. Even for a little while.

"And you, you beautiful person you," Aya beamed. "Will finally, finally get laid."

Having best friends who are dead set on helping you get over an ex is a fearsome thing to behold, indeed. 

You couldn't even get a word in edgewise as they took you in a whirlwind of spas, salons, mani-pedis, and shopping bags. 

"Calm down. You rarely spend for yourself," Kaori told you when she'd caught you peeking forlornly at the frightening bill you'd amassed. 

But, try as you might to miss owning a fat wallet, you couldn't deny that you have no regrets wasting your money away. Not even for a single cent. Because you did feel amazing.

And when the day arrived, you couldn't help at the giddiness of having compliment after compliment thrown your way. 

"Is that really you?" said a co-worker when you'd boarded the bus. "You're glowing!"

During the games, as well, you'd often hear "Love the new look!" and "Have I ever told you before that you're so pretty? Because you are." And you'd preen with a soft-spoken thank you, having been taught by Kaori that denying a compliment makes one look stupid.  

It was so silly, honestly. Though not the part where, after a lovely comment, you'd be emboldened to strike an actual conversation. Learning that a coworker has a new baby now, or that so and so has recently moved up the corporate ladder; learning that, during your period of grief and self-pity (and even during the blissful time you’d spent with Atsumu), there were so many things you hadn't noticed.

You basked in it: the shower of pleasantries and anecdotes that had you feeling soft and fuzzy inside. The same way you lazed on the sandbar, clutching tiny conch shells in your hand, as you watched the sun tinge the sparkling waves with warm light.   

"Hey."

You jolted, turning towards the person who'd called your name. It was him. "Poor dude from accounting" as Aya dubbed him.

"Sano-san," you gasped, reaching for the towel beside you to cover up. "How- how are you?" 

Of all the people in your office, he was the last one you wanted to see. Solely for the reason that things have been awkward between you ever since that incident. A working relationship characterized by the literal turning of the other cheek whenever you two bumped into each other.

"Oh, pardon me," he scratched the back of his head. "Do you..want me to go?"

Yes. 

"No..!" you blurted out. "I think-"

The sun was almost setting. You wrapped the towel around you as you took in the balmy sea breeze. 

"I think I'm done hiding," you whispered, meeting his gaze for the first time in a long while, head on and baring the tiniest hint of shame, like how you did with your friends and other coworkers.

He didn't say anything, allowing you to continue. "I- It's nice. Talking to people again," you giggled. "Look, Sano-san. About before, I'm really sor-"

"Actually," he smiled. "That's why I'm here. Well, my partner pushed me but-"

You grinned at the blush that rose to his cheeks. 

"But I wanted to tell you: No hard feelings."

Sano-san extended a hand. You stared at it for a few seconds. His hand, then his face. Back to his hand, then his face again. And when you'd finally accepted it, it felt like witnessing the cage that’s imprisoned you for centuries finally open.

"By the way," he added, walking back towards an obviously amused fianceé. "It's a good look on you, being happy."

Atsumu entertained the possibility that maybe— just maybe, not everything was  fine the night the Jackals went home after an overseas tournament.

As soon as the plane landed on Japanese soil, the hunger he felt throughout the journey morphed into some kind of  anticipation, palpable through the thrill that electrified him into wakefulness. He might have left in a hurry, only half of his mind present when the Coach ordered for a short meeting. 

His foot tapped endlessly on the way⁠— while in the car; during the tedious elevator ride⁠— and when he'd finally entered his pad, slamming the door open with much eagerness than usual, Atsumu felt his heart plummet down his stomach when he was welcomed by a dark and empty hallway. 

You're not here. Not anymore.

Hasn't it been almost half a year now? Why did he expect you, face brightened by a grin that went from ear to ear, to materialize in front of him, with the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen? As if a magician with a hat trick.   

("Welcome back!" he was aching to hear.)

(You always insisted on eating with him when he got home; sometimes opting to just stay by his side⁠— munching on a midnight snack while you babbled on, if he arrived later than usual and you'd already had dinner.)

("It's lonely having a meal on your own," you explained. "Don't you think food tastes better if you have someone with you?")

Perhaps it was the jet lag. Or, it could be that the abrupt change in time zones was starting to mess with his head. Either way, Atsumu was sure that sleep would eventually cure him of the momentary delirium. 

But then he woke up the next day feeling like someone had pissed in his morning drink. The day after that, too. Even the next had been the same, persisting onto the following weeks. 

Until one game, after a winning streak that had the crowd chanting their names and with blood still roaring in his veins, he condescended to survey the numerous people occupying the bleachers. 

And when he couldn't find one⁠— one person that had always stood out to him despite being constantly drowned in an ocean of spectators— it was only then that Atsumu Miya decided that enough was enough. 

You hadn't really agreed with Aya when she told you that you'd be getting "laid" during this short vacation. 

Reason number one: it's a company outing. And you're sure you'd be breaking some protocols by fooling around with any of your coworkers. Reason Two: as you'd sagely imparted to a miffed Aya, "I don't think it's nice to cure a broken heart with sex; strings attached or no."

That being said, the lingerie she'd chosen for you did flatter your figure. It didn't matter that "no one would see it," as Aya grumbled. It was enough for you that you yourself saw it, you thought as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. 

The way it was tailored made it seem like it was made just for your body. The details of lace also made it look so pretty that you felt kind of sad that you'd have to cover it up with a summer dress soon. 

Nevertheless, you allowed yourself to strike a few poses in front of the mirror; feeling like a teenager on their first date as you admired how you looked in it. 

You smiled to yourself, humming a tune, before you opened your makeup kit and prepared the necessities you'd be bringing for the bonfire dinner. 

"Wipes: check," you murmured, rummaging through your bag. "Hygiene stuff. Where are you hygiene stuff, hygiene stu⁠—"

You froze.

Something rustled. Outside. As if something had moved. 

Putting a robe back on, your heart thundered against your chest as you stepped out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit sleeping area, illuminated only by a small reading lamp.

"Be careful there, girlie," the old caretaker warned as she guided you to this room. "Lots of mean spirits lurking about."

You didn't believe in ghosts. For some reason, however, your coworkers did. So you'd taken it to yourself to move here after a room assignment mishap, leaving Aya and Kaori behind. 

It didn't seem like the cursed chamber that she purported to be. Sure, it was isolated at the furthest wing of the beach house, away from the other rooms and separated by a too dark hallway. But that had been the creepiest thing about it. Besides, you heard from logistics that renting the house didn't cost much, despite its size, so maybe it's just that they lacked the resources to renovate. 

The floorboards creaked beneath you. "Aya? Aya, I know it's you," you called out as you squinted, catching a faint silhouette reclined at the corner of the bed. 

It was too large to be Aya, but you chalked that up to the shadows playing with your eyes. You puffed out a chortle, resting a hand on your hips when she finally stood.   

"Very funny, Aya," you snorted when she sauntered towards you. "Just you wait until Kaori hears about.…" you trailed off.

"......this."

You drew in a breath as she moved closer, revealing a build that was much taller, towering almost in the small room, shoulders that are way broader than the ones your friend has, and a face that clearly wasn't Aya's.

"Evenin'," Atsumu yawned. 

Your legs refused to listen to you.

"Been a minute, hadn't it, darlin'?"

You don't know why he's here. 

And even if you wanted to ask, you find that no sound could escape from your mouth when you tried to open it.

You do know this, as he gave you a lopsided grin that used to have you eating at the palm of his hand, along with a lazy gaze that was belied by a bird-like focus:

That although he told you that all he wants is a little chat, you knew that he didn't come here just for that.

You ran.

Atsumu had been the worst boyfriend.

He's aware of it now, realized it fully when he knocked on Samu's door, shit-faced, and it only took a single look and a consoling arm from his brother to break Atsumu into tears and snot, as well as Samu's voice telling him, "Yer a big baby. Ya need her, dontcha?"

That's why he followed you here, figuring that you'd love a thoughtful surprise. Because you always have. He didn't expect you'd take to it kindly, of course, not right away. But he also didn't expect that you would be doing the surprising.

You were talking to that man when he arrived. 

Didn't he tell you not to?

His intentions still haven't changed. He's here to bring you back, but before anything else Atsumu's sure it's only normal that you guys clear things up first. 

And if you're going to do that, he can't have you running away now, can't he?

Grabbing you by the waist, Atsumu's palm tingled at the feel of your body, pulling you closer to him as he pinned you to the wall and stifled your shrieks with his hand.

"Everybody's gone, angel," he whispered, losing himself in your skin, though covered in silk; lips and fingers roaming every which way because finally, finally, fuckin' finally you're here and you're real.

"Just wanna talk." He stroked the curve of your ass, middle finger tracing the lining of the crack. "Ain't this what'ya always wanted? S'let's talk," he murmured against your collarbone.

You were already crying, shaky hands weakly grasping his back and tears wetting even his cheeks. Atsumu couldn't help but smile. You'd always been a crier. It's one of the many things he loves about you. Always so honest with your emotions.

"I missed ya," Atsumu groaned as he grinded his cock against your pussy, feeling it harden when he mouthed your tits.

There was something peeking out of your robe, he noticed as it became more rumpled. 

"D-don't," you breathed, your attempt to swat his hands away thwarted when he seized your wrist.

It was lace. The color pulling the eye to your body like a siren's song. And when he stripped the robe off of you, silk swishing down your elbows, Atsumu saw that it was a piece of lingerie. One that he hasn't seen before.

Because he didn't buy this one. It wasn't from him. You weren't the type to get one yourself. 

Until now.

"This for him?" he murmured, pressing a kiss against your pulse, beating like a drum against his lips. 

"Wh-who?" you whimpered.

"The ugly piece of shit. Saw you guys gettin' chummy earlier."

He was close, too close to you, back at the beach. You smiled at him, laughed and showed him what he isn't supposed to see. And when he touched you— when the fucker touched you, Atsumu wanted blood on his hands.

"Yer gonna fuck the guy whose face I busted?" 

You squeaked as he dug his blunt nails against your wrist. Atsumu licked the red impressions they made.

"And what- what about it?" Your voice was so brittle and small. God, he just wanted to hold you. "It's none of your business, who I spend my time with. And don't- don't tell me you're jealous because-"

He chuckled, the sound of it making you shrink back into the wall. "Jealous? Doll, ya wouldn't wanna know what I'm feelin right now. But, sure." Atsumu lightly nipped at the tips of your fingers. 

"'Course I'm jealous," he rasped. "You're mine."

Then, Atsumu looked at you. And what he saw in your eyes made him stumble that when you shoved him away, all he could do was stand and stare.

"I'm not your thing, Atsumu," you cried. A light-year difference from the girl who'd always stare at him so tenderly. "I never was and I never will be. I'm not yours."

You didn't run this time. You should've. 

Atsumu clenched his jaw. "Like hell ya ain't," he snarled.

People say that breakups are a messy business. Atsumu was so sure he wouldn't have to endure that, before he met you.  Now that he's had the experience, though, Atsumu can say with confidence that breakups are, in fact, a goddamn mess.

But you're over that now. It's time to turn over a new leaf and return to one another. And Atsumu's finding out, in the process, that making up can be astonishingly reminiscent of the breakup.

You started crying when you woke up, screaming for help as you tried to budge the rope that was tying your hands to your knees. You got louder when you found out that you were naked and not in the rickety confines of the beach house. 

"Welcome home, baby," he beamed, eying you from between your legs. 

The begging started when you realized how drenched your little pussy was, his tongue lapping and slathering the cum dripping from your twitching hole, against  your swollen folds; his calloused thumb massaging deep circles on your clit. 

And when he stuck another inside your puckered asshole, you writhed out of your binds and squealed, "T-tsumu-kun…!"

Fuck. 

"Babydoll," he growled. "Daddy's gotcha, daddy's gonna treat ya so fuckin' good."

He slapped your damp cunt with his long fingers, thrusting them inside to rub and feel at your walls, at the bump that never failed to make you screech. "Daddy's been mean hasn't he? Hm? Been a bad daddy to ya, baby?"

You could only gasp out wordlessly as he slurped the juices off your clit, not stopping until you were gushing, sloppy cum drizzling on the bedsheet, every muscle in spasms, incapable of even stretching out your legs although Atsumu knew you wanted to, you really wanted to so fuckin' bad, resorting to curling your toes instead. 

"E-enough, please, please, stop!"

How adorable, Atsumu thought. "My little slut," he cooed, tapping the tip of his hard cock on your pussy. "My good 'lil fucktoy."

He relished it, wanting to draw this on forever, so he slides it against your folds, pussy lips wrapping the meat of his cock, gyrating his hips back and forth, as if he were fucking you, and grabbing your tits to play with your nipples. 

"Atta girl," he laughed, licking his teeth when he finally sunk inside your tight cunt, pushing you so far down into the mattress until his chest was rubbing against your tits, your feet dangling against his shoulders.

"I don't-I don't want this, 'Tsumu," you sobbed. "Don't want this!"

Oh, of course you don't. Atsumu knows you don't. He'd fucked you against your will, after all. 

But you were taking him so well, darlin'. Your walls were hugging his cock so fuckin' nicely that he couldn't help but shove deeper inside you, craving for the way your pussy twitched rapidly around him. 

If you weren't bound, he's also sure that you'd be pushing his hips away. But that's not what's getting to him. Because as he pistoned his cock into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass, you instantly turned your face away.

Did you know that you were breaking his heart? Shattering it to pieces, when you close your eyes like doors, locking them to prevent him from ever reaching you again. 

So he gripped your chin. Forced you to meet his eyes as you wept and shook your head. 

"Am gonna be better, baby," he groaned.  "No more keeping things from ya. None of that bullshit, now."

Atsumu shivered as you came around him, convulsing under him and strained voice still begging him to stop. Because he wasn't. He would never stop. Not when it comes to you. 

"Am all yours, angel. All yours." He pounded your fucked out cunt, chasing his own high as he kneaded your tits. 

A tear fell from your eyelids. And when he kissed you, it felt like everything in his life shifted back in its rightful place. "You can have it all," he sighed, cupping your cheek.

"So give me all of you now," Atsumu pleaded. "Come back to me."