#Infedility

[thatonetargaryen]

My Tears Ricochet

Ambessa Medarda x Reader

Part One of: Our Tears Ricochet

Synopsis: You and Ambessa have been married for nearly two decades—and your love was one many people could only dream of achieving. But when your wife leaves overseas to visit her daughter, you strained relationship finally reaches it’s peak.

cw; afab!reader; angst ; infidelity ; local cuisine makes an appearance ; suggestive behavior ; Ambessa being a bad wife

Special thanks to @hell0-ki55y for the prompt. I hope you like it :). Might do ‘Pretty In Pink’ one next.

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The warm ocean breeze flowed through your (h/c) hair as you gazed upon the horizon. The ship slightly rocked side to side, and you knew you were bond to get seasick soon.

You were currently on your way to visit your wife—the formidable General Ambessa Medarda. She had recently took leave from Noxus to come to Piltover, though her reasons were scattered. You two shared a constant stream of letters back and forth, and she told you how the journey went and her rants of disgust towards the council. Sometimes that’s all she wrote to you about. You didn’t mind. What you did mind—however—was when the letters stopped coming.

It started off small—you wrote one letter to her and didn’t get a reply. Simply shrugging it off and saying to yourself ‘maybe it got lost in the mail’, you sent another….and another…and another. It didn’t take long for you to suspect something.

Piltover was as greedy as they are unpredictable. While you doubt they would’ve done anything to Ambessa (considering they would lose much,much more than they’d gain), you wouldn’t take any chances. Anything could’ve happened.

She could’ve fallen ill—or worse. At first the thought of it simply slipping her mind was there, but it quickly vanished. Ambessa was never one to let anything associated with you slip her mind.

What really set your suspensions high was when her daughter, Mel Medarda—who you had a close relationship with for most of her life, one you cherished—replied to a letter you sent asking about Ambessa.

‘You should come see for yourself.’

The sentence left you in a state of confusion—but also reassurance. Ambessa was fine, but….something was wrong. It wasn’t how your wife doing….

It was what your wife was doing.

……

The ship finally arrived at the docks of Piltover. The few servants and guards that were aboard the ship disembark and helped you unload the few bags you brought with you.

You looked around—searching for Ambessa. You had sent a letter saying you were worried for her and would sail there, but you knew she hadn’t gotten it.

Instead, you were met with the council member and your lovely step-daughter—Mel.

She smiled as you approached. It had been a while seen you’d seen each other, and she towered over you. You engulfed her in a big, warm hug—one that she seemed to desperately need.

“Oh, Mel…”, you said into her shoulder.

“Mother…”, she whispered back. She had gave you the title years ago, yet sometimes, you still felt you didn’t deserve it.

The two of you shared a moment of silence, taking in each other. Her gaze was soft and warm, yet pity lied beneath it.

You smiled and held onto her shoulders. “Mel, look how much you’ve grown!”

She laughed, “Wish I could say the same for you.”, she said as she gazed down at your shorter frame.

You bumped your hip against yours as you two intertwined your arms. “I stopped growing many, many years ago. It’s something I’ve came to peace with.”

The two of you continued to talk as your servants and guards trailed you with your few belongings. You commented on the things you saw, asked Mel how her position as a councilwoman was, and who her new boy-toy was all about. She visibly cringed when you brought him up. Though, she would’ve dwelled more on that topic than the one involving the whole reason you came here.

“What’s going on with your mother?”, you finally asked.

Mel looked around, now slightly uncomfortable. She replied to you with a simple “Hm” as the two of you continued walking. You halted her in her tracks.

“Hm? Really? Your mother’s acting weird..and now you too?”

She bit the inside of her mouth before she sighed, now fully facing you. “Did you notice anything strange before she left?”

You were taken aback by her question, but after a moment of thinking , you answered, “Well, she has been quite distant as of late. But, you know how she can get. And she hasn’t been reply to the letters I’ve sent her.”

Mel looked at you as if she had solved a puzzle—the thoughts connecting in her mind. But there wasn’t an ounce of celebration on her face. She grabbed both of your hands, contemplating what to say next. “I’ll take you to see her. She’s not far from here.”

You looked at Mel in confusion, while she took you softly by the hand and led you towards Ambessa.

The rest of the walk was spent in an uncomfortable silence.

……

You arrived at a beautiful building. While the sight of it was breathtaking—it was as just as plain as the rest of Piltover.

Mel nodded towards the entrance. “She’s in there”, she whispered.

You nodded, and signaled for your servants and guards to wait here. You hiked your skirt and began to ascend up the white stairs. You spared one more glance in Mel’s direction, and found her speaking with your servants and guards. Your excitement was uncontrollable as you got closer and closer to the entrance. You hadn’t seen your wife in weeks—and the things you wanted to do to her were unspeakable. You bit your bottom lip just thinking about it.

For a moment, you could hear was sounded like men’s laughter. You brushed it off, until you heard it again—though this time it was muffled.

What had taken you aback the most—however—was the sound of your wife’s deep, low breaths. The ones she made when she…

No.

After an eternity, you reached the top of the stairs. And it took everything in you not to scream right then and there.

There Ambessa was, her back turned to you as she sat upon a large, lavish couch. From where you stood, you could see her the coils of her grey hair fall on her shoulders as she laid back. Sat perched on her lap was a man—with fiery auburn hair and pale skin. He was petite and charming—almost like a woman. His lips were full as he licked them and his green hungry eyes raked over your wife’s frame.

Her honey-kissed hands roamed his body in ways only she had promised to touch you in. You felt a mix of emotions all at once at the sight. Anger, resentment, confusion, surprise, sadness. You wanted to scream and shout. Every painting and vase in the room didn’t know how much you wanted to break it.

But instead of doing any of that, you simply whispered her name.

“Ambessa?”

The man’s eyes shot open as he suddenly looked towards you. Embarrassment and surprise was evident on his face, but he made no move to get off Ambessa’s lap.

Your wife finally turned around to catch your eye, and you’d never seen her looked so surprised. Looking her in the eye was your breaking point as you rushed out the room, hot tears streaming down your face.

“Y/N!”, she called out your name, but to no avail. She moved to get up, but noticed the twink still on her lap.

“Get off me, you fool!”, she roughly pushed him off. He fell to the floor with a thud and stared at Ambessa’s frame as she raced out the room. The wine was long gone—now spilled across the once white pristine floor.

“Wait! Y/N!”, she called out once again. She looked around frantically, and noticed some of her guards stationed at the bottom of the stairs.

“Stop her!”, she commanded, but they ignored her as they ushered you into a car.

Mel closed the door just as her mother was about to approach. She pulled on the handle, only to find it locked.

She stopped to look inside the glass, and found the last person she was expecting—Mel. She looked at her mother sternly in disappointment through the glass. There wasn’t an ounce of sympathy. She simply shook her head. With a wave of her hand, the car was off.

Ambessa stood there dumbfounded, angry, and regretful.

[patchato]

I should have. (Part 2 of You should have told me)

(Sanemi x Reader)

TW: Cursing, Slight NSFW, Cheating

Fuck.

That's the only thing I can think of when I woke up in the woman's bed. A woman I don't know but looks familiar. Now I remember, she's that waitress that served us last night. She kept staring at me and making eye contact it was easy to figure out what she wanted.

Once his colleagues left, he stayed behind for a smoke. He noticed the waitress from earlier walking up to him. Her uniform buttoned halfway through revealing her cleavage. He chuckled, he knows what she wants.

She rubbed herself all over him, moaning and playing with his belt. He groaned when she grinded on his growing groin.

Just once wouldn't hurt, right?

Here he was rushing to go back home, he just ran a red light but he didn't care. The adrenaline was still in his blood. He couldn't believe what he just did, he slept with a random woman. Another woman. He laughed, he felt stupid but at the same time he felt free. He didn't feel tied down.

He went straight to the kitchen after arriving, all the lights were off already indicating that his fiancee is now sleeping. A little note was sticking on the fridge door.

Hey darling, your dinner is inside. Don't forget to heat it up. I love you!

It read. He leaned on the kitchen isle just now realizing what he's done. He did a horrible thing. And if she finds out. She won't, because he won't do it again.

He'll stop. He won't see that woman again. He doesn't want to hurt (Y/N).

He's stupid.

Here he was, once again bedding the same exact woman. It's been like this for a few months, she fed his hunger for riskiness. Once they were done, they laid together, sharing a cigar. He went back to his old habits again. Of course he ain't gonna let his soon to be wife know. This is just temporary, right? Yeah, of course it is.

"So, when should we meet again?" The woman asks, puffing out a smoke. Sanemi fanned the smoke away. A habit he learned from his fiancee, she has a hard time inhaling smoke as it makes it hard for her to breath. "Dunno, I'll text ya'." He replies, taking the cigar from her. She noticed the ring on his finger, she began laughing a little.

"What?" Sanemi raised an eyebrow. What was so funny? "Oh nothing." She answers, lighting another cigarette. "It's just funny how you're still wearing that." Her eyes landed on his ring. He scoffed. "Don't be mad now." She purred, beginning to climb on his lap. Trailing kisses from his abdomen up to his neck. "I have you, on my bed." She laughs once again making Sanemi roll his eyes.

Before he committed his infidelity once again, he made sure to take off his ring first. To get it out of the way, her hair was getting caught in it anyways. He set it down the nightstand and began to bed her once again for the 4th time that night.

That night he went home, (Y/N) was already asleep. He watched her figure, breathing so calmly. Unaware of what was happening. He made sure to put back on his ring this time, he won't let her catch him without his ring again. He didn't like her expression as she watched him look for it in his bag.

He went on his usual routine before laying down beside her. She looked so Innocent, the moonlight on her face made her look more beautiful. He stroked her hair before giving a kiss on the head and falling asleep beside her.

The next morning, he woke up to the smell of food and coffee. (Y/N) was no longer beside him, this was he routine. Take care of him and the house. While he worked tiredly. He sighed, getting yet another tiring day ahead. He already texted his mistress that he'll meet her later.

He got to the kitchen, he rubbed his face already feeling the stress of work. He ate his food and drank his coffee. Completely unaware of the neglected woman in front of him. "Ah, I have to go." He rushed to get out of the house, (Y/N) caught up to him asking for his ring so she can have it cleaned. Such a caring woman.

But the ring wasn't on his finger, again. She was making that weird face just like she did at that time. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He forgot to put it back on again. He began to awkwardly look for the ring inside his bag. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found it. He handed hr the ring and hurriedly left, no good-bye. Nothing. (Y/N) just stood there staring at the door.

Her chest felt heavy, but she disregarded it and went on with her day. And here he was again, meeting up with his woman. He could just do this with (Y/N). The problem is, she's not as adventurous in bed. Unlike her, he liked the things she did for him. All kinds of dirty things. Ones that (Y/N) would never even think of doing with him.

He loved (Y/N), but he wanted to experience these things before getting married first. That's all. So that day, he did the unthinkable. (Y/N) had texted him that she'll be out longer as she's going to be with her friends. The stupidest thing was suggested by his other woman.

Let's do it in your house.

Man, was she bad. How can he resist. So they did it. In the living room, the shower and bed he and (Y/N) shared. He can tell she liked it by the way she moaned and screamed his name. It turned him on even more. Pounding away on the bed as she held onto the plushie he bought (Y/N). He couldn't think of anything else besides the release they were both anticipating. They did it until late.

(Y/N) didn't come home that night. He thought she may have just slept over at a friend's house. He was right, but so unaware of what was to come next.

"Shinazugawa, I don't want to be with you anymore."

"I know."

With that one phrase, he felt his soul leave his body. He's stupid, so fucking stupid for not stopping the affair he was having. His ring. He dirtied himself and painted the love she gave him black. He knows what he did was wrong, why didn't he stop? Just why? Here she was, slaving away to serve and take care of him. He just had to ruin everything! He questioned himself over and over again. That was when he noticed the bags on the floor, multiple of them. Was she going to leave?

He tried to apologize properly, he knelt in front of her. Begging, he wished he could take everything back. Well that wasn't happening. "Did my cooking suddenly taste bad to you?", "Is she better than me?", "You did such a disgusting thing Shinazugawa." She mumbled to herself. Her eyes looked empty. She didn't cry. Not one tear left her eyes.

I was starting to lose it when she laughed. She's laughing, at a thing like this. "Why are you laughing..." I asked myself. "I, no longer feel anything for you." She said. What?

"Makes me wonder if I really did love you."

What? What does she mean? If she really did love me? Her indifference hurt. I know I don't deserve to feel hurt, but her words were like a thousand paper cuts. I sobbed uncontrollably. My words turned to mush trying to apologize over and over again. Someone was honking their car outside making the headache I had even more painful. She knelt down to my level, looked me in the eyes with her empty ones and handed me her ring before bolting out the room.

I tried to grab her hand and pull her back to talk but I was too late. Too slow. Too stupid, too disgusting just like she said. What I did had no excuse, but I still wanted her in my life. I began to knock on the car window all while trying to stop Iguro from loading the car with (Y/N) luggage. The neighbors began to peak out the window to see the commotion. I know it looks like a mess but I didn't care. (Y/N) was leaving and I don't have a way to stop her.

"Please! Give me another chance!" I yelled, I know she can hear me from inside the car and even see me. But I couldn't see her from the blacked out car window. The car began to drive away and my heart skipped a beat. I don't know where Iguro's taking her. "No! (Y/N)!" I ran after the car, it was stupid but the reality before me felt like death itself. My legs grew tired and I inevitably stopped running. Fresh tears streamed down my face as I walked back to the now empty house.

My phone vibrated indicating a message, it was from (Y/N). I immediately opened it hoping that it was her telling me that she'll be back. But, of course, who am I kidding?

"You should have told me."

I can't feel here anymore. I can't see her anymore. So many I can'ts. I screamed and thrashed around. I passed out on the couch after that. Waking up to darkness. I rubbed my swollen eyes. I turned on the light and looked around, it was a mess. "(Y/N)?" I called out. Then it all came down to me. She left me. The sadness came back and I sat down on the floor crying my eyes out passing out once again from exhaustion.

The next few months were a blur. I missed her. I wonder how she is. Is she seeing someone else? That thought stung. Ha, who am I to feel hurt when I'm the one at fault here. I've been drinking the pain away. I stopped smoking again. The once lively house, now looks dull. The things she left, I kept it. Hugged her dress during the night. I just know I'm not moving on anytime soon.

One thing I really wanted to do was to apologize properly. I asked Iguro to let me talk to (Y/N), I didn't have any intention on begging her to take me back. I don't deserve such a woman.

Iguro said he'll talk to (Y/N). It was hard to fight the urge to hug him but, the looks he was giving me the entire time just screamed murder. I kept my phone with me at all times, just in case I get anything from Iguro or (Y/N). To my surprise, a message from her number popped up. It was the address of the coffee shop she visited often, she agreed to talk to me.

The day came and I sat on the table which was nearest the lake that can be viewed from the cafe. This was her favourite spot. I felt a little anxious, I still want to beg her to give me a second change. Even though I don't deserve it.

I looked at the door every time the little bell that hung on top of it rang. It was then that she walked in. She looked gorgeous as ever. Happier, even. She saw me and flashed a smile. Makes my heart flutter but was quickly replaced by pain once I remembered what she's here for.

"Shinazugawa-san." She chirps, a small smile adoring her face. "You're still as beautiful." I said without thinking, she was silent for a second then laughed. A carefree laugh. Her actions indicated that she was happy. And that she was.

"I'm sorry." I say, "Y-You didn't deserve that, I really did love you..." I tried to stop myself from crying because we were in public. She didn't speak, only listened. "I'm so, so sorry (Y/N)." My hands trembled, I let myself lose the woman who gave me love so genuinely. "If only I could turn back time, I would take care of you better." The guilt has been eating me alive. 3 months have already passed since that painful day. "Shinazugawa-san. I forgive you." She spoke so softly, what she said made it even harder for me to hold back my tears. A choked sob passed my lips as the tears stained my face.

"Please make sure to take good care of next person that will love you."

Her kindness never failed to overwhelm me. That was what draw me to her in the first place. Her gracefulness, patience, soft spoken. She's an entire package. We talked a bit more, catching up a little bit. Who knew we'll be sitting across each other after all that happened. She was as cheerful as ever. Sadly, our time ended and I knew, that this was going to be the last time.

"Let me take you home." I offered, she chuckled and shook her head. "It's alright, I have some one to meet after." She smiled. A smile that I knew, that smile was for me once. We said our good-byes and walked our separate path. I watched her walk away, from me, from the future we could've had if it wasn't for me.

I looked at her one last time, before walking to my car before driving off.

If I told her, things would be different. I should have told her.

END

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Ha! Did y'all seriously think I was gonna let y'all go back to a cheater? Nu-uh sisters!

Now repeat after me. I DESERVE BETTER.

You read it? Now do me a favor and remember that. If someone did you wrong, no matter how wrong it is. Forgive and forget. Cause if you stay stuck on that pain? Baby you're the one that's losing.

ANYWAAAAYS. I'm open for requests! So go on and drop me a message and I'll do my best.

Thank you so much for the support. lotsoflove♡

[nucleo-bang-tan]

wife's bsf au where reader is wife and she sees her bsf coming into their bedroom at night and fucking her husband right beside her while reader is crying but she stills observe everything

You didn't specify which member you wanted me to write. I was assuming it was Taehyung? But I'm sorry I had to do Jk.

Grayscale Pt.1 | JJK

Pairing/s: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Cheating AU, highschool sweethearts, first love

Rating/s: No detailed explicit content, but wouldn't recommend it for minors.

Warning/s: Major heartbreak (duh), sweet love story, Jungkook is literally a liar and a dirty, dirty cheat (not irl, he's an angel), mentions of sex with another woman, not really a satisfying end? and I guess the ask says the rest, lmk if I'm forgetting anything.

A/N: Please leave comments, I would love to hear from you guys. Critique my writing and tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, really appreciate it.

I'm also extremely sleepy while writing this, let me know if I made some mistakes or if my writing isn't as good as you expected (anon, you can send another ask if you would like me to write it once more)

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The memory of the precise moment you fell for Jungkook remains vivid in every corner of your mind. How could you not, honestly?

He was a year older than you in high school. Typically exuding a reserved and shy demeanor, the sophmore was exceptionally good at basketball and other sports. Not that you were far behind; you could effortlessly win against majority of the students in any given sport. Everyone but Jungkook it seemed. 

The pretty boy had throngs of admirers. You honestly understood them but you could feel yourself groan with annoyance everytime he beat you at a sport you practiced for days. Yes, he annoyed you, a sentiment he was well too aware of.

The boy didn't attend school as often, he had his future laid out in front of him, his father being a huge businessman in Busan.

You couldn't say that you hadn't heard of his father's reputation but you certainly could tell that Jungkook was pretty intimidated by him.

"Maybe she just likes you!" His friend answered much too loudly when Jungkook asked about why you disliked him.

He just laughed, "I wish. But I have a rough feeling that it has something to do with the fact that I demolish her at every game."

They were sitting together in the gymnasium during their lunch break, stealing glances at your direction, Jungkook wasn't the only one with admirers, you had your fair share of them.

Jungkook couldn't admit it openly but he had a crush on you. His feelings were shared only to the ones closest to him.

"You should really tell her, you know." His friend suggested.

"And-"

"And risk your father knowing? Man, just try it. You can brush it off as a rumor if it gets out."

Jungkook sighed, his desire for you practically consumed him.

He looked at you yet again. He knew it was a huge risk, but fuck. The way you laughed with your friends, the way your eyes glistened with purity, everything made him want to hug you and whisper the cheesiest of words into your ear. You were pretty, so pretty.

He couldn't risk it, right? But maybe he could give it a shot.

Jungkook's friend invited you to a local park that same evening since Jungkook couldn't muster up enough courage to do it himself. He picked one where the public consisted mostly the elderly to reduce the chances of him being noticed.

"Namjoon-hyung, you sure this jacket looks good?" Jungkook panicked. "I have to be there in 15 minutes."

His older friend sighed, "You could just tell us you're going on a date; it's obvious. We won't be that mad you know."

"It's not a date, I'm just meeting a....friend."

"Sure you are, that's why you got the biggest bouquet."

As Jungkook hurriedly made his way to the park, his mind raced with anticipation and nerves. The weight of the bouquet in his hands served as a constant reminder of the leap of faith he was about to take.

Despite his attempts to brush off Namjoon's teasing, the truth was undeniable: he was about to meet you for what felt like the most important moment of his life.

There you were, squatting down near the pup of an elderly couple. Your hair catching the golden sunlight and framing your face ever so beautifully.

This was the first time he saw you outside of school and without the uniform or gym clothes. You were wearing a simple skirt and a jacket to protect from the chilly weather, the soft hues blending perfectly with your complexion. He made a mental note of how good your sense of clothing was.

But that moment sparked a certain sense of determination in the teenage boy's head. He had to have you. It was that exact moment when he decided that he'll marry you and only you one day, keep you close to him forever.

Maybe you'd decline his proposal to take you out on a date, maybe you'd slap him for being delusional, but he simply didn't care then.

He approached you, and squatted beside you softly petting the dog.

"Jungkook?" You furrowed your eyebrows, attention shifting from the puppy to him.

"Y/N?"

"You're late, you know?" You huffed, feigning annoyance. Getting up, you started walking around the serene lake, Jungkook walking beside you.

"I know, I'm sorry." He cleared his throat, it being way too dry for his liking. You looked at the flowers in his hands and figured they were for you.

"So, why did you invite me here? Oh well, technically your friend did."

Jungkook needed water and was hoping he could dive into the lake. But the way you looked at him made him question if that would be enough to hydrate him.

"I- uh- was thinking..."

"You're awfully confident while playing, you know. You should really bring that over into your actual personality."

He remembered what his hyung, Namjoon taught him, 'Question, joke and complement.'

"Uh- do you come here often?" That was dumb, Jungkook realised as soon as it came out of his mouth.

"No, not really. I wish I did, my parents don't really allow me to go out that often."

"Oh, why is that?"

"What if someone, like you, kidnaps me?" You laughed, "Wouldn't be be a pretty situation, right?"

Jungkook relaxed a bit, your attitude didn't seem inapproachable at all. He had talked to you multiple times, but all after you lost a game against him. To be fair, he'd be annoyed too.

It was the complement stage, and Jungkook meant it when he said, "Your hair, it's really pretty- like you."

You blushed uncontrollably. This was the first time someone had called you pretty. Now it was your turn to shy away from him.

Jungkook thought it was so unbearable, that he couldn't hold it in anymore. He had to ask you. He had to get your answer. Seeing you blush made him even more infatuated with you.

"I uh- invited you here today to ask you something." He started.

You looked up at him with those bewitching eyes that had him at a loss for words. But he still managed to say, "Go out with me?"

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A week after you rejected Jungkook, you were very unfortunately invited to watch the boys' basketball game. Ofcourse, Jungkook was going to be there, the thought made you want to crawl into your bed and hibernate till it was all over.

Jungkook was a great person, handsome, smart, and at times more shy than he should be. He was the typical high school crush and so much more.

Jungkook asking you out, despite the fact you had a slight distaste towards him, felt like a dream. But dreams are called dreams because they are too good to be true, right?

Jungkook was not the problem, never was. It was your strict parents. Telling them that you had a boyfriend was a suicide mission in itself.

After your refusal to date him, Jungkook had a huge mental breakdown and decided it'd be best if followed the path made for him by his father.

"You know, you're staring." Gaeul nudged your arm. Her remark made you quickly come out of your daze.

"At Jungkook? No way, I was just looking at the uh-"

"I think he knows you're staring."

"Fuck, should we leave?" You asked.

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You didn't leave but stayed longer than anyone. The court was empty at this point except for the janitors who exchanged looks that probably translated, 'When's this one leaving?'

You felt a presence sit a foot next to you on the bleachers.

"Hey." He said. Jungkook was all showered and fresh. Hair still damp from it and skin smelling like soap.

"I should leave, shouldn't I?" You chuckled.

"Y/n, can I ask you something?"

You nodded.

"Why do you care what your parents think?"

"What?" You looked at him surprised.

"Are you sure you rejected me because you don't like me?"

"Jungkook, I-"

"Your friend, Gaeul told me how your parents will practically skin you alive if you date someone."

"I'm sorry but I can't go against them."

"Do you like me?" He shifted closer to you on the bench.

"I can't, Jungkook. Why don't you understand?"

"Do you like me?" He simply asked.

"I do, a lot."

With that he put an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his body. The heat he radiated was overwhelming. You had never been this close to a boy before. Your stomach did a flip seeing how close his face was.

"That day, when I saw you, I realised, that I can't imagine taking a single step without you. I have no idea what happened to me, but I'm glad it did."

"Jungkook, I can't." You whispered.

"You don't seem like you mean it, say what you want."

You knew neither of your parents would approve of this but fuck, the pretty boy's eyes did something to your heart. It made you want to cry, something about him pulled you, and it was significant.

This was the exact moment you fell for him.

"I want to be your girlfriend."

Pulling you closer than humanly possible, he kissed you.

There goes your first kiss.

You felt so soft, your cocoa butter lip balm smelling ever so sweet, he wondered if it would taste like cocoa butter too, spoiler: it did.

Jungkook held you so delicately, kissing you like you were a fragile sculpture bound to crumble.

"Hey, get your asses out of here!" one of the janitors yelled.

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"Y/n! What is the meaning of this?" Your father yells at you.

"Dad, this is..." You tried to explain who the boy with his arm around your waist was.

You were in the final year of high school and Jungkook was already in college. This was the first time you brought Jungkook home to introduce him to your parents.

"Young woman, get yourself upstairs to your bedroom, I'll get rid of this... guy" His voice still holding lots of anger and disappointment.

You sigh, "Dad, this is Jungkook. He's... my boyfriend."

Your dad was speechless, and the disappointment was through the roof.

"We've been together for 3 years now." I gulp.

"That's enough!" He yells. "This is not what we expected from you. 3 years? You've been hiding this for 3 years now?"

Jungkook decided to speak up, "Sir, I love your daughter and she loves me. I promise you, she's the girl I'll marry. I hope you'll understand that" His grip on my waist tightens reassuringly.

You look at Jungkook, he had said these words a million times but now, in front of your father? This was something entirely different.

You take a deep breath, "Dad, I don't care if you give your blessings to our relationship or not, I just wanted you to know that I have him, I have Jungkook."

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You had somehow managed to get into the same prestigious university as your boyfriend and decided that you'll finally live together.

Your father couldn't say no to your relationship even if he wanted to. He cared more for your happiness and though he wasn't sure about Jungkook, he decided it would be the best to let you be your own person.

"Jungkook?" You look over your shoulder, hearing the sound of the door opening.

"You stayed up? I told you not to." Jungkook, sits beside you on the couch. He leans in and kisses your forehead.

"I couldn't sleep without you. You know how much I love your warmth." You rest your head on his chest.

Looking back, you should've placed the familiar scent that didn't smell like Jungkook which lingered on his shirt.

He pulled you closer to him, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" You look up at his face, he was on the verge of tearing up.

"I-"

"Jungkook, hey." You cup his face and place a small peck on his lips. "You can tell me anything." You place your forehead against his.

"I don't know, I'm sorry for everything." He sobbed.

"What do you mean?" You peck his forehead, his nose, his cheek, everything you can you show him how much you loved him.

"I promise you, I love you."

"I know, Jungkook. I love you too. I promise. More than anything."

Jungkook cried in your arms, muttering around a hundred sorry's. He never said why he was apologising.

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"Just close your eyes." Your best friend, Gaeul urged you. You were highly suspicious of what was going to happen.

You were 22, fresh out of college and currently on a vacation with your closest friends and ofcourse, the love of your life, Jungkook.

"Gaeul, can you atleast tell me where we are going?" You feel the cold sand under your feet. A mix of chilly and windy was perfect to describe the evening.

"And now, open them." She quickly lets go of you and giggles as she leaves you in the middle of the beach.

But it wasn't dark like you had anticipated it to be, instead the perimeter was decorated with fairy lights and candles, which surprisingly didn't go out.

But something that shined brighter than any light on that beach was Jungkook.

He walked towards you and got down on one knee. His heart pounded with a mixture of nerves and excitement. He took your hand in his, feeling the warmth of your touch against his skin, grounding him in this moment of pure love and vulnerability.

You immediately knew what this was, "J-Jungkook..."

The air is filled with the scent of saltwater and the sound of seagulls in the distance, creating a serene backdrop for what is about to unfold.

"My dearest Y/N," he began, his voice quivering with emotion, "From the very first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that my life would never be the same. You've been my guiding light, my source of strength, my reason to smile even on the darkest of days."

You smiled, the love was evident in every action of his.

"Do you remember our first kiss? Or hell, our first date at the old people park? Looking at you that day, I realised, you were the only one I've ever wanted in my life. The love that you gave me, I have only strived to return it to you."

He pulls out a small purple velvet box from his pocket.

"So, you let me be your first kiss, but would you let me be your last? Will you... Kim Y/n, marry me?"

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"I'll be late again, don't stay up." Jungkook said through the phone.

"I know, but I was hoping to help you relieve some stress today." You bite your lip.

He chuckled, "I'll be fine, I promise. Now be a good girl and go to sleep, yeah?"

"Alright, just be safe. Love you."

Jungkook had been coming awfully late for the past few months. Something about his dad's company being passed down to him. But when he did come home at 4 in the morning, he held a particular scent which seemed really familiar to you.

You weren't a fool afterall, it was a perfume, a ladies' perfume. But you knew, Jungkook had a sensitive nose, he preferred women's perfumes more than men's strong colognes.

And you knew, Jungkook did not have a single female in his life except his mother and his cousins.

So you didn't think much or pay much attention to your husband sneaking inside the covers at 2 in the morning, holding that familiar scent again. You were half asleep, your back to him, when he came anyways.

But you did pay attention to the bedroom door opening and realising that Jungkook was still in bed with you, but you hoped you were dreaming.

You could hear the smirk in Jungkook's voice when he whispered, "Such a whore, followed me home, did you?"

"Couldn't get enough of you." Someone else whispered back.

Alright now you were on high alert. There was someone in your bedroom who was a woman.

You could feel the bed dip more when you assumed the woman climbed onto the bed.

"You didn't fuck me enough." The voice, which sounded so, so familiar, whispered. It was so familiar that you didn't want to recognise it.

"Come on now, Gaeul." Jungkook's words made your breath and heartbeat all stop at once. "Coming to my home like this?"

"Please?" Gaeul whispered.

"What if Y/n wakes up? You need to get out, you know." Jungkook sounded way too calm for your liking.

"What about it?" Gaeul whispered back.

You couldn't even process anything. The shuffling, the wet sounds, the whimpers. All seemed like a dream. But why would it hurt so much if it was a dream?

Amidst all the whispers and sighs, you only heard, or well, could fathom one thing.

"Why are you with this bitch anyways?" Gaeul panted, whispering long out the window.

The sounds, the smell, the lies, everything was too much for you. You felt as if you were under a bus. The metaphorical bus being 11 years of lies worth.

The realisation that Gaeul was the one who helped you with Jungkook in the first place. Jungkook never showed a single sign that they might be involved with each other more than how they were supposed to be.

The tears you shed during this entire ordeal were enough to drench the entirety of your pillow, your hair and the sheets under you.

The disbelief overtook your sadness and disappointment. You wanted to scream but you couldn't.

You could still hear the pants and the skin slapping when Jungkook said, "Don't know, she's a really good fuck."

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Again, throwing shade like a fucking boss.

Vincent Price and Chris Warfield -

Diary of a Madman (1963) dir. Reginald Leborg

[redmagnolia]

[wintersrealm]

Stricken Chord of Delicate Sensibilities

I had a little paragraph in my docs about a scene of Matsuda yelling at Light and quickly turned that into a little drabble. Basically, Light still struggles with the fact that L is gone (and of course that he's flamingly homosexual). He tries to fill the gap with Matsuda, who knows he's being used.

Rating: Not Rated Category: M/M Relationship: Matsuda Touta/Yagami Light

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65935714

Struggled to find a good GIF, so I thought spicy looking Light in a turtle neck would do. Several of Matsuda shooting Light, which I think makes a lot of sense to follow this little romantic scene, but I didn't want it stealing the thunder.

Clenching his teeth, Light stormed out the bar, the door slamming against the building. People on the street muttered as he stormed through them, his hair whipping at his face.

“Huh huh huh, what, did he strike a chord in your delicate sensibilities ?” Ryuk hovered behind him, knowing more about Light than anyone had the right to.

Still under scrutinizing eyes, Light crunched his teeth as his fingers twitched in his pocket. Was there any way he could get away with it? Could he kill Matsuda? Maybe once the world knew he was Kira, maybe then he would do it. Publicly shame him for besmirching a god. 

“Light!” Matsuda called out, already out of breath. 

What kind of police officer got winded from running onto the street? Pathetic. Of course, out of anybody, it would be Matsuda. 

“You know the faster you run, the more suspicious you become?” Ryuk’s purple face was inches away from his own, his breath carrying death with a thin veneer of apple. 

Light’s fingers twitched harder as he repressed the urge to punch Ryuk in the face. He’d done it before, his fist cutting right through him and smashing into the cupboard. He couldn’t make a scene. Not when Matsuda was already hellbent on screaming his name from down the street. Would he never give up?

“Just - Light stop!” Matsuda tripped over himself as he grabbed at Light’s shoulder. 

Snapping away from Matsuda’s grip, Light spun to face him. 

Matsuda rested his hands on his knees, bending over to catch his breath. “I know - I know you miss him.”

“How many times do I need to warn you to shut up?” Venom leaked from Light’s lips. Matsuda pulled at his composure. If only L was here to - 

Fuck. That was the whole issue. He kept thinking about him. He kept talking about him, ‘L would have done this’ or ‘that’s not what L would have wanted’. Light wanted L gone. He needed him dead. Yet somehow, he perpetually lived on through every conversation, every thought, every win and every loss. He was never without him, which made him feel even more alone. 

“Light. I know you miss him but… You need to let him go.” Matsuda tilted his head, angling to catch the street light’s reflection in Light’s misty eyes. 

“Stop talking about things you know nothing about.” Light tugged at the cuffs of his jacket, reapplying his mask. “So. Are we going to your house or a hotel? I’m assuming that’s why you followed me out.” 

“Hah!” Matsuda ran his fingers through his hair, his mouth agape. “You’re really something, Light. I try and have a genuine conversation with you and-”

“Your mouth is only good for one thing. If you’re planning to keep running it, I’ll just go home.” Light gave a light click of his tongue in disappointment, the road crunching under the heel of his shoe. 

“Yeah Light. Go home. To your girlfriend.” 

Freezing, Light fought the grin of disbelief that tugged at his lips. Matsuda drank more than he thought if he was brave enough to spout. 

“You never had any problem with that before.” Light’s nose pointed at the ground, the moon illuminating part of his face, the rest hidden under the black of night. 

“Do you know why you think you two were made for each other?” 

Light lunged forward. Pinning Matsuda to the brick wall by his throat, Light pushed his trachea as a warning. Brushing his lips against Matsuda’s ear, Light’s voice was hoarse. “If I were you, I’d watch what you say.” 

Matsuda’s brown eyes slid to the side to meet Light’s. “Because you’re both heartless pricks. You talk big about balance, but you know that never existed. You two were chained up and STILL refused to communicate.”

Light’s nails dug into Matsuda’s skin, the only thing preventing Light from legitimately strangling Matsuda. “You will never be half the man he was.”

“You’re right. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I was.” 

Light kicked the insides of Matsuda’s dress shoes apart, leaving room for him to press his thigh in between his legs.

“I love you, Light.” Matsuda ran a finger across Light’s flushed cheek. “I wish you knew what it meant to love another person.”

Snorting, Light yanked Matsuda’s hair, pulling him into a rough kiss. Excuses of drunken tumbles already rolled through Light’s head as he pulled away from the man, a string of spit between them. 

“Let’s go to yours.” Light commanded, leading the way down the, now empty, street. 

Chuckling, Ryuk resumed his hover over Light’s shoulder. “Y’a know, I never understand what these people see in you. I mean - you’re not that attractive. And your personality - well let’s just say -” 

“Shut up.” Light demanded. 

Matsuda, assuming it was directed to him, sighed and fell in line. No matter how many times he told himself he’d never go back, somehow they kept walking the same path. 

[sehrishkhann]

When Ahmad Faraz said “chala tha zikr zamane ki bewafai ka, so aa gaya hai tumhara khayal waise hi”

And when Faiz Ahmed Faiz said “kar raha tha gham-e-jahan ka hisab, aaj tum yaad be-hisab aae”

[foreverandalwaysdestiel67]

Heartache’s Symphony

Alpha Dean Winchester meticulously constructed what appears to be a flawless life with his omega wife Cassie, their daughter Savannah, and their beloved dog Miracle. With pup number two on the way, he should be nothing but ecstatic. Yet beneath the facade of domestic bliss lies a secret from Dean's past, a shadow threatening to shatter the fragile peace he's cultivated. Meanwhile, Omega Castiel returns to his hometown, grappling with unresolved emotions for Dean and the painful knowledge that their connection may never be fully realized. As their paths converge once more, Dean and Cas find themselves plunged into a whirlwind of uncertainty and turmoil, their undying love tested by the weight of their shared history and the looming specter of betrayal.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55096588/chapters/139695205

[asgard23]

Nothing Left To Fall From Part 2

Bucky x Reader

Warning : this has a descriptive scene of cheating , mentions of rape,depression, trauma ,angst, fluff. YOU GUYS WILL HATE BUCKY AND NAT IN THIS!

Broke my own heart writing this y’all😭 also I enjoyed writing Thor so much!

Summary: After a traumatic mission, Y/N pushes her boyfriend Bucky away, struggling with depression and a lack of intimacy. Despite the team's support, a betrayal leaves Y/N in deeper emotional pain, from which she feels she will never recover.

PT.1 , PT.3

Nat’s POV

Her mind reeled, tumbling back weeks, months. It had started so subtly. After you came back from that mission, lost inside yourself, unreachable. Nat had watched you, her heart aching for her friend, the vibrant girl she knew, replaced by a ghost. You barely ate, barely slept, barely spoke. And Bucky... Bucky was lost, too. Hurt, confused, shut out.

Nat had known Bucky for years, since the dark days of Hydra. They’d relied on each other, found fragments of their former selves in each other’s fractured minds. There was a history there, a connection forged in shared trauma and missions. She’d always... felt something for him. Always a longer  ‘what if’ at the back of her mind. But you arrived, this bright, beautiful force of nature, and Bucky, the broken soldier who guarded his heart like a fortress, had simply melted. Bucky hadn't just liked you like Nat suspected; he'd fallen, hard and fast. Nat had watched it happen, a pang of something she did not want to name twisted inside her. Jealousy? Maybe…… Yes, definitely. You seemed to draw him in effortlessly, claiming his focus and his affection. His very being, in a way Nat never could.

Yet, you weren't just the girl who got Bucky. You were... you. Generously kind, fiercely loyal, possessing a beauty that wasn’t just skin-deep but radiated from your very being. You grew on her, damn it. You became her best friend, someone she trusted,and someone she genuinely came to care for.

But the ‘what if’ for Bucky remained. Lurking. Especially as you retreated, leaving him adrift.

It had started on one of the many nights you were in your room, soaking in despair, closing Bucky out. Shut down.. Bucky had been in the living room, slumped on the couch. He was lost. He didn't know how to help you..how to help the woman he loved. His eyes were vacant.

She had just sat next to him. Didn't say anything. There was nothing to say, really. Just the shared silence, with unspoken pain. She reached out, took his hand, his fingers cool and metal against her skin, pulling him gently into her lap. Still nothing. 

He turned towards her then. His haunted eyes, fixing on hers for a moment, before slowly gravitating towards her lips. And he kissed her.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't sweet. It was desperate. Her mouth opened under his, a soft gasp escaping. He didn't hesitate. His fingers, still holding her hand, slid lower, quickly shoving into her pants, finding the damp heat hidden beneath the fabric. He began to finger her, causing a low moan to rumble in her chest, muffled against his mouth.

Bucky pulled away. "Shhh," he whispered, looking towards the hallway where your room was. "We have to be quiet."

The danger of being caught should have stopped her. But knowing you were just down the hall, hurting and vulnerable and asleep, just fueled something dark and twisted inside her. It didn't kill the desire; it amplified it. Nat only smiled and began to kiss him harder, pushing him back onto the couch. She fumbled with the button on his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock, already hard and pulsing against her.

And he took control. Right there. In that shared apartment, in the heart of the home he built with his beloved Y/N, he fucked her best friend on their couch. 

She looked back at him over her shoulder, her mouth gaped slightly from the pleasure, her eyes locking with his. It was shameful. Absolutely disgusting. They both knew it. You were in pain, just down the hall, lying there asleep, trusting them both. But that thought didn't stop her. In fact, it just made Nat bounce back on Bucky's cock harder, faster, gasps and moans slipping past her lips despite her efforts to silence them.

Bucky had to muffle her mouth with one hand as he fucked her from behind, his other hand grasping her hair, pulling it back, causing her back to arch. His eyes rolled back in his head, lost in the sensation. He hadn't felt this passion and pleasure in so long, the warmth of a woman's walls against his cock in months.

It wasn't because you were less than to Bucky. No. You were more than enough. You were everything. He loved you. And he loved your sex life, in fact. When you were healthier, six months ago, before the darkness, you were honestly a freak in bed, adventurous and passionate in ways that had him hooked. You had him wrapped around your pretty little finger. Having him act like a lost puppy with a need for affection that only you could provide. And the constant and intoxicating warmth of your body. But you shut him out. Leaving a gap, something that he craved. Those countless nights of pounding into your pussy hearing your screams of pleasure he truly-truly missed.

When the sadness descended, you pulled away, retreating physically and emotionally. He hadn't known how to reach you. He was vulnerable, adrift in his own past insecurities and your present pain, and he gave into his attraction to Nat, who was right there, a physical escape. So here he was, fucking Nat on the couch, like his life depended on it. And that was how the affair started.

Afterward, guilt had slammed into Nat. Bucky looked devastated, hating himself. But there was also something forbidden, something exhilarating. It felt wrong, deeply wrong, but it also felt real in a way nothing else had in weeks for Bucky.

They told themselves it was a one-time mistake. It wasn't. They had sought each other out again…

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Tony stood at the head of the conference table, arms crossed, face etched with a frustration that went far deeper than annoyance , it was genuine concern. Around the table sat the core team. Steve, his posture stiff with worry; Clint, eyes narrowed and back stiff; Sam, leaning back with a grim expression; Bruce, looking distinctly uncomfortable. Two people were pointedly not looking at anyone else. Bucky sat slumped slightly, looking utterly wrecked. His hair was a mess, his clothes looked slept in, and the dark circles under his eyes spoke of two sleepless nights fueled by guilt. Across the table, Nat sat unnaturally still, her gaze fixed on the tabletop.

"Alright, listen up," Tony started. "I called this little family meeting because frankly, I'm losing my mind. It's about Y/N." He paused, letting the name hang in the air, immediately seizing the room's full attention. "She's completely shut down. Again."

Steve stepped forward slightly. "She won't talk to any of us, Tony. Won't answer calls, texts. Nothing."

Tony rubbed a hand over his face. "That's not even the worst of it. Remember that state-of-the-art security system I helped her install at the house? The one almost as sophisticated as Friday? She's locked it down. Completely. I had Happy swing by to drop off some groceries, just knock on the door, right? Security system wouldn't even let him get to the stoop. Said 'Unauthorized Access'. Not even I can override it remotely. She's basically turned their house into a fortress."

Sam whistled low. "Damn. Y/N doesn't do things half-assed."

"No, she doesn't," Tony agreed, "and that's what worries me. She was making progress, slow, but progress nonetheless. It felt like we were finally getting somewhere. " He didn't need to elaborate. They all knew the hell Y/N had been through, regardless if she told them details or not. "And now? She’s reverted back tenfold. It’s like she’s back at square one, maybe even worse."

He let his gaze sweep across the room, finally landing on Bucky, who visibly flinched under the scrutiny. "And speaking of people looking like they've been through it," Tony's voice softened slightly.

"Buck, what the hell happened? You look like... well, you look like shit, pal. Haven't been back to the house in two days, have you? Crash landed here, judging by the five o'clock shadow and the lack of a change of clothes. Do you know what happened?"

Bucky's eyes darted towards Natasha for a nanosecond. His guilt was a palpable thing, radiating off him like heat from a furnace. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, only a ragged breath.

Natasha stayed silent, her gaze fixed solely on the table, tracing an invisible pattern on the wood grain. But the tension in her shoulders and the slight tremor in her clasped hands, spoke volumes to those who knew her well.

"Okay, something is clearly wrong here," Clint said, cutting through the silence. He didn't raise his voice, but the steel in it was unmistakable. "You two know something. Your faces... Buck, you look like you slept in a dumpster, and Nat, you look like you haven't blinked in 48 hours. What the hell happened? What aren't you telling us?"

Steve leaned forward, his face etched with worry, looking between the two of them. "Bucky? Nat? We're worried about Y/N. Please. Just tell us what happened? "

Under the combined weight of their stares. Finally, it's Natasha who speaks.

"She... she saw us."

Sam frowned, leaning further forward. "Saw you? Saw you doing what, Nat?"

Bucky finally found his voice, hoarse as it was, his eyes fixed on the table as he confessed. "In the training room. We were... we were together."

The room erupted.

Sam eyes widened. “Together? As in together-together?” Everyone knew the answer at the look of Buckys guilty eyes.

"What?!" Clint was on his feet in an instant, his chair scraping back loudly against the floor. His eyes, directed first at Bucky, then spinning to Natasha. "You were screwing?! While she's been... been through a living hell, fighting tooth and nail just to put one foot in front of the other, you two were hooking up?! While she's been having nightmares, shutting herself away, you were... this?! Nat! What the hell did you do?!" Clint always looked at you as a little sister, and you both grew a bond through missions, even your Bucky couldn't understand. In fact, the entire team looked at you as family. Well…almost everyone.

Natasha flinched at his tone, unable to meet his eyes, she’s never seen Clint this angry. Her chest began to ache at his glare of disgust.

"How long?" Steve asked, his voice tight with a deep, wounded disappointment that cut Bucky to the core. "How long has this been going on?"

Bucky mumbled something inaudible, shaking his head minutely.

"Speak up, Buck!" Clint barked, his voice shaking with rage and hurt for you. He stepped towards the table, knuckles white as he gripped the edge. Clint turned to Nat "How long have you been screwing one of your best friend's boyfriends while she's been down?! While she's been relying on him?! Huh? Did you ever really care for her, either of you?!" His voice cracked on the last sentence directed squarely at Natasha, whom he also considered family. 

Natasha finally lifted her head, her eyes meeting Clint's, filled with a pain that mirrored his own.

"Clint... I know what you think," she said, her voice trembled, "But it wasn't like that, not... not like you're saying." She knew it was exactly how he was saying, but the weight of everyone's disappointment began to crush her. 

"Oh, wasn't it?" Clint scoffed. "Then how was it, Nat? Enlighten me! Was it just a spontaneous moment between two people totally unburdened by guilt or consequences, or the fact that one of them is in a committed relationship with someone we all care about deeply?!" He leaned in, his voice dropping, "She trusted you, Nat. More than almost anyone. She looked up to you. And you... you did this? To her? "

Natasha's face crumpled slightly, but she held back any tears. "It was a mistake, Clint. A terrible, awful mistake. We weren't thinking... we were both in a bad place... it just..." She trailed off, the excuse sounding pathetic even to her own ears.

 "A bad place?!” Clint yelled. “You think you were in a bad place?! Try being Y/N! Try living with the fear, hell, we still don’t know what she's faced! It was obviously so traumatic that she couldn't even tell us! Her family! That's a bad place! And your 'mistake' just threw her right back into the deepest, darkest corner of it!" He threw his hands up in exasperation.

 "I don't understand you, Nat. I thought I knew you better than anyone. The calculated one, the one who always has a plan! And this is your move?! With Bucky?"

Natasha finally looked away, defeated. "There's nothing I can say, Clint. I know."

Tony, who had been watching the exchange with a grim expression, stepped forward slightly, his own anger simmering beneath the surface. "Clint, stand down. I get it, we're all reeling here." He looked from Bucky, head bowed in shame, to Natasha, tightly wound and pale. The betrayal was staggering. To do this to Y/N, who was already so fragile, so broken... it was unconscionable.

Sam shook his head in disgust. "Man... that's messed up. Seriously messed up." He glanced at Bucky, then Natasha. "How could you guys... knowing how much she's struggled? What kind of friends does that?" His voice was filled with disappointment. "This isn't just about you guys. This is about shattering the trust she had in the people closest to her. The people who were supposed to be helping her heal."

Bruce looked at them, his disapproval palpable. "This is... a significant breach of trust. Not just with Y/N, but... with all of us. How do we even begin to fix this? The emotional damage... it could be immense." He wrung his hands slightly. "I... I worry about the psychological impact."

"Yeah, the psychological impact is what we're dealing with right now," Tony said, running a hand over his face. "She's completely shut us out. Literally and figuratively. She needs... she needs someone. Someone she might actually talk to. Someone who isn't... well, us, right now." He trailed off, thinking rapidly. The usual suspects were useless. The team was fractured. Who else... The only one he could think of who consistently broke through Y/N's walls, someone who understood emotional honesty in the most blunt way...

"Friday, contact Asgard. See if Thor is available. Tell him it's urgent. It's about Y/N."

Bucky's stomach twisted again, this time with a pang of jealousy, cutting through the overwhelming fog of guilt. Thor. Of course. You always had a soft spot for the God of Thunder. He was the only one who could consistently coax a genuine smile out of you, even recently. Bucky had always hated the way Thor looked at you, the way your face lit up when he boomed your name like a greeting to royalty. He'd seen the potential for something there, and he'd buried his insecurity because he had you. Now, he'd pushed you away, left you even more vulnerable and hurting, and the big, handsome God of Thunder was the only one Tony could think of who might reach you. The irony was like bitter poison that consumed his being.

"I'll summon Thor," Tony said, confirming the command to Friday. "He's been on Asgard for a while, but he'll come for Y/N. He always does." He knew the special bond you two shared. It was his last hope, the only card left to play.

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The silence in the apartment was heavy. You sat curled on the sofa, staring blankly at a spot on the muted rug, the only color in your world a dull grey. Every breath was a conscious effort, every memory a fresh needle prick. Bucky, Nat... the images were seared behind your eyelids. It wasn't just the act of them having sex; it was the intimacy you witnessed, the tenderness you thought belonged only to you.

A sudden, familiar rumble shook the building slightly. A flash of brilliant, impossible light filled the room, momentarily blinding you, forcing a gasp from your lips. It was an unwelcome burst of energy into your realm of darkness. Before you could even fully register what was happening, a deep cheerful voice filled the space, a sound as bright and disruptive as the light that preceded it.

He stood in the middle of your living room, Mjolnir held loosely in his hand, his grin wide.Thor. Uncomplicated, powerful, and wonderfully oblivious to the world of your heartache. He was the only one you'd even considered speaking to, the only one whose sheer alienness made the mundane betrayal feel less all-consuming.

"Ah, radiant Lady Y/N, how are you?" Thor beamed, almost causing you to smile despite yourself. He took a step towards you, his brow furrowing slightly as he finally took in the slump of your shoulders and the haunted look in your eyes. "Your light seems dimmed, Lady Y/N. Has something ill befallen you?"

The question was the crack in the dam. "I saw them, Thor..." Your voice was a fragile whisper at first, then it cracked. "I saw them."

Thor's smile vanished entirely, replaced by a deep frown of concern. He instinctively lowered Mjolnir, taking another step closer. "Who did you see? Was it those who would cause you harm?"

The sobs started then, small hitching gasps that rapidly escalated into chest-wracking, uncontrollable cries. The pain was too much, too fresh. "Bucky and Nat," you choked out between sobs. "They weren't just having sex, Thor... they were... they were making love." The last words were torn from your throat, dripping with absolute agony.

As your body convulsed with grief, Thor reacted instantly. He moved with surprising gentleness for a being of his size, scooping you up into his arms and settling you right next to him on the sofa. He held you close, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his chin resting lightly on the top of your head. You buried your face in his chest, as your tears soaked his tunic.

He didn't speak for a long moment, just held you while you allowed the tidal wave of sorrow to wash over you. You felt the steady beat of his heart against your ear. 

"They... they broke faith," he said disdain leaking from him. "That is a grave offense, Y/N. To break the trust of one who is already wounded... that is cowardice. A true warrior faces their foes head-on and honors their bonds above all else." His grip tightened.

"What do I do, Thor?" you whispered, your voice hoarse from all of the days of crying, looking up at him through tear-blurred eyes. "I'm so tired already... I... I have nothing left in me." And then, the secret shame you carried beneath all the others, tumbled out. You told him about the insatiability of the Hydra captain, the cold metal of restraints, and being chained and used as his personal whore repeatedly for weeks on end. You told him how it had broken something deep inside you, something that had never fully healed, leaving you vulnerable in ways others didn't understand.

Thor's heart felt as though Mjolnir itself had struck him. He felt you tremble against him as you spoke, the meek vulnerability in your voice tearing at him. His restraint is the only thing keeping him from summoning the Bifrost again, this time with a very specific, violent destination in mind. How could they? How could the people closest to you – one your lover, another who called herself your friend, your sister – inflict such fresh agony on a soul already bearing such painful, festering wounds? Bucky and Nat were done in his book. 

Team or no team, they were dead to him in a way that resonated deep within his core understanding of honor and loyalty. You... you, the enchanting Midgardian creature whose faced danger without flinching, whose risked her life, whose sacrificed her own happiness for the world and those she cared about, whose gentle heart, unknowingly, helped stitch together the cracks in his own heart after Jane. 

You had shown him a depth of care and a different kind of beauty he hadn't thought possible from a Midgardian. He would do anything for you. He wanted to be your personal avenger, your shield against all the cruelties of this realm. The very thought of that 'captain'... Thor wanted to ask right away, to know every detail that could lead him to that monster's location. He wanted to find him and exact a vengeance that would be spoken of in the Nine Realms. The feelings he held for you, his radiant Lady Y/N, solidified into something fiercely protective.

"You do what you must to heal," Thor said  "You find solace where you can, and you stand, when you are ready, with those who have proven their worthiness of your trust. They," he spat the word out, a low growl, referring to Bucky and Nat, "have shown you their true faces, lady Y/N. Do not turn away from that truth, however painful it may be. Let it guide you."

With his words a memory surfaced. Months ago. You’d woken up in the middle of the night, heart pounding, covered in a cold sweat from a nightmare about him. The captain. You’d felt utterly alone, suffocating. You’d heard quiet movements from the living room,noises resembling moaning now that you remembered, but were too sad, too numb to notice then. You’d assumed it was Bucky, maybe Steve, unable to sleep. You hadn't checked. You'd just curled back into yourself, trying to breathe through the panic. Were those their voices? Were they together, just 2 doors away, while you were drowning in the aftermath of being violated? The thought makes you want to vomit. 

Nat, we can't do this again, Bucky had said. The words repeated in your head. Had they really slept with each other while you were sad, alone, while you were there? The feeling of hitting rock bottom finally arrived from the realization that the very people you thought were your anchors were capable of making you drown.

You knew, with certainty that settled deep in your bones, that he was right. You would never go back to Bucky, not after this disrespectful betrayal. You would never look at Nat as a friend ever again. The foundation had not crumbled they fucking destroyed it.

Thor looked down at you, his blue eyes, usually so bright, filled with pain for you. "What if," he started, his gaze distant for a moment, "what if I took you back with me? To Asgard?"

"Asgard?" you repeated, the word foreign coming from your lips. The idea was so sudden it momentarily pulled you from the immediate grip of your grief. "You mean... like, the actual realm? With Bifrost and... and everything?"

He laughed and nodded, a touch of his usual cheer returning. "Aye, indeed. You would be my honored guest, of course. As royalty. You, Lady Y/N, have a beauty that would rival the fairest blooms in Freyja's gardens. You would be treated with the reverence and respect owed to... to one as precious as you are."

He paused, searching for the right words, then a small smile touched his lips. "We call those whose inner and outer light shines with pure brilliance, 'Freyja's Gleam' in Asgard. And you, myLady, are truly Freyja's Gleam."

The nickname, coined on the spot and with such genuine admiration, brought a cozy warmth to your chest. It was so Thor. So far removed from the devastation you'd endured thus far.

"We have places of great beauty there, of healing. Fountains that flow with waters that soothe the deepest wounds, gardens that blossom with light and peace. You could truly rest. There are no memories of this pain carved into the stones of my home. You could lounge, or play, or wander the golden halls, untouched by the shadows of this realm for a time. You could just heal, Freyja's Gleam."

The picture he painted sounded almost unreal. A place just for you, for healing, for simply existing without the constant ache. It felt impossibly distant, impossibly kind.

"O... okay," you said softly. Perhaps you needed a space where pain wasn't residing everywhere you turned, would be best. Perhaps a new place, just for a little while, was exactly what you needed to breathe again.

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For Bucky, the confession to the team had broken him. Guilt, already a heavy burden, increased tenfold, crushing the air from his lungs. How could he? How could he do that to you? To you, the woman he loved, the one who had stood by him through some his darkest times? Every disappointed look from his friends was a fresh stab. And then Tony, in a move that felt like almost an attack. Had called Thor. Thor, the god whose lingering feelings for you were as clear as a lightning strike on a sunny day. Bucky knew he had absolutely no right to feel anything other than shame, but a hot, ugly jealousy flared in his gut at the thought of Thor going to you.

He was halfway to the elevators, needing to get out, needing to see you maybe, needing to somehow fix the irreparable damage he’d caused, when he heard a voice. It was Nat.

"Bucky...can we talk?" Her voice was strained.

He stopped. How did he feel about Nat now? The best friend who had comforted him, who had been there when you were shutting down, had also been the one he betrayed you with. She pulled him towards an empty conference room, away from the lingering stares. Sam and Steve watched them go, their disapproval for them blatant as they passed..

Bucky ran a hand over his metal arm, avoiding her eyes. "What is it, Nat?".

Natasha stepped closer, her own face etched with a confusing blend of emotions. "We... we need to talk about…... Everything."

"There's nothing to talk about," Bucky said, finally meeting her gaze. "We screwed up. Royally."

"Screwed up? Is that all it was to you?" Her voice cracked slightly. "Three times, Bucky. Three times we were together."

"And every time was a mistake, Nat. A terrible, awful mistake." His regret was palpable. "I don't know what I was thinking. Or maybe I wasn't thinking at all. You were... there. And Y/N..." He trailed off, pain clouding his features. "I hurt her. I destroyed everything."

Nat’s eyes searched his, desperate. "Or did you find something you were missing? Something... I gave you?" She took a hesitant step closer. "Buck, I'm in love with you. You've had to... you've seen that!"

Bucky’s eyes widened. He… hadn't let himself see it. Not clearly. He valued Nat, trusted her, found her incredibly capable and, yes, beautiful. But love? That kind of love? It had always been you. Only you. The very idea of loving another woman never came into his mind.

 "Nat, no. I... I love Y/N. Only Y/N. What happened..." He shook his head, unable to articulate the depth of his confusion……..and frankly self-hatred. "It didn't mean... not that."

Natasha’s expression crumpled for a fraction of a second before hardening with desperation. Before he could react, she was closing the distance, reaching up and pulling his face down to hers, kissing him fiercely. It was a kiss filled with everything she couldn't say – longing, regret, desperation, a plea for him to feel something for her. Bucky stood rigid for a moment, caught off guard.

She felt his lack of response, the tension in his body, the way his lips remained passive under hers. She could see she wasn't breaking through his wall of guilt, but she could feel the strain of his desire.Desperation continued to claw at her. Reaching down, she grabbed his flesh hand – the warm, human one – and brought it up, pressing it hard against her breast. Her heart hammered beneath his palm. "Please, Bucky," she whispered against his mouth, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Bucky’s breath hitched. The contact was jarring, a reminder of what they had done. And he recoiled. He gently but firmly removed his hand from her breast, stepping back. His resolve solidified,  clear amidst the chaos in his head. "I can't do this, Nat," he said. "Not to her. Not to Y/N." He looked at her face, heartbroken. "I can't. I have to fix this. Or at least... try. With her."

He turned and walked away, leaving Natasha standing alone in the empty room, the silence rushing back in to fill the void he left behind. He avoided the common areas, taking the back stairs, his thoughts were tangled with guilt, regret, and a desperate need to fix what he had broken. Your image was burned behind his eyelids – your beautiful face, your sad eyes, the way your body had become so closed off since the mission. He’d been so focused on his own frustration, he’d failed you when you needed him most. And then he had compounded it with…..he shuttered.

He didn't go back to the apartment you shared. Not yet. He couldn't face you, not now. He needed to figure himself out, needed to process the mess he'd made, how he could possibly fix it, and how in the hell he could ever look you in the eye again. He needed to think.

He decided physical exhaustion was the only path to mental clarity right now. He hit the streets of the city surrounding the Tower, pushing himself, the cold air biting at his skin, his lungs burning. He ran for two hours, the pounding of his boots on the pavement was a temporary distraction from the turmoil in his mind.

When he finally returned to the Tower, sweat-soaked, he didn't head towards the main residential floors. Instead, he headed to his old room, the one he'd occupied before the world had shifted and you had become his home. He still used it sometimes, mostly just to shower after a training session or mission.

He stripped off his soaked clothes and stepped into the familiar shower, letting the hot water cascade over his body, washing away the sweat. He stood there for a long time, head bowed, the water drumming against the tiles, trying to drown out the voices in his head – Y/N's silent pain, Natasha's desperate confession, the team's disappointment, his own damn self hatred it was almost too much.

Finally, the water began to cool, and he knew he couldn't hide in here forever. He turned off the tap, grabbed a towel, and dried himself quickly. He wrapped the towel around his waist, pushing open the bathroom door and stepping back into the room.

His breath hitched, freezing in his chest.

There, on the rumpled sheets of his old bed, lay Natasha. Naked. Completely and utterly naked as the day she was born. Her red hair fanned out on the pillow, her eyes were half-closed, with a sort of defiant challenge.

“Natasha… what the hell?” he managed.“We talked about this. I love Y/N.”

She didn’t answer with words at first. Instead, she slowly reached down, her fingers trailing deliberately down her stomach,and between her legs. With agonizing slowness, she opened her legs wide for him, revealing her shaved, bare pussy in full, undeniable display. She began to touch herself, her fingers swirling gently over her clit, her head tilted back against the pillow. As she did so, she bit her lip, her gaze fixed on him, challenging him, daring him.

“Yes, you love Y/N,” she said shamelessly, “But could you ever get over what we had physically?”

Bucky’s mind was a battlefield. On one side stood the image of the fallen bracelet the symbol of both their sins,and the clear, undeniable truth that he loved you and you alone. He wanted this to be over. He wanted Natasha to listen, to understand, to just disappear. He wished he hadn’t walked in here.

But on the other side was Natasha, laid bare, performing for him, playing on the physical memory of their previous encounters. His body, exhausted from running and still warm from the shower, stirred. His resolve, already weakened by guilt and emotional turmoil, felt impossibly fragile. He said nothing, only swallowed hard, his eyes drawn irrevocably to what she was doing to herself between her legs.

She continued her slow, deliberate performance, becoming wanton, writhing slightly on the bed as she fucked herself languidly with her fingers, her other hand palming one of her breasts. Her eyes never left his, a slow grin spreading across her face as she saw the undeniable tent forming beneath his towel.

“I know you want me, Buck,” she purred, the sound of her fingers squelching against her wet hole the only other noise in the room. It was a sound designed to heighten his senses, to bypass his mind and speak directly to his body. It worked. He felt himself getting harder, the blood rushing south, overriding his better judgment.

He still said nothing, but he began to walk, slowly, towards the bed. Towards her.

As he reached the edge of the mattress, she reached out, her hand going to his towel, pulling it down in one swift motion, removing the last barrier between them. She kept her legs spread wide, inviting him into the space between them. She grabbed his hard dick, hot and heavy in her grasp, and slid it from her swollen clit down to her wet entrance, back up to her clit, teasing him, delaying the inevitable.

He hissed, a low moan escaping his lips as her touch sent a shockwave through him.

“Fuck me, Buck-” She couldn't even finish her sentence before he complied. He surged forward, slamming his dick completely inside of her, burying himself deep in her warm wetness. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t think, just pushed, pulling her legs up over his shoulders, angling himself to hit that spot deep inside her he knew she loved. Her eyes rolled back, her face already flushed and breathless, looking utterly fucked out.

She convulsed around him, a cry escaping her lips. “Oh God, Buck! Yes! Right there! Fuck, that’s… gah!… Don’t stop, don’t ever stop!” Her fingers dug into the sheets, her back arching as his hips pistoned into her. “Faster! Please! You feel so good! So right! Ahhh, Bucky!” Her voice was ragged, breathless, punctuated by gasps and desperate moans.

He drove into her with urgency, the guilt and shame momentarily drowned out by the physical need. He knew, in the back of his spiraling mind, that this was wrong. So incredibly, irredeemably wrong. He was betraying you again, only solidifying his sin, digging the hole impossibly deeper. And Nat was complicit pushing the boundaries, making sure he knew he couldn't escape the physical pull between them, not when she laid herself bare like this.

In this moment, tangled in sweat-slicked sheets with Natasha writhing beneath him, giving in to the darkest parts of himself, Bucky knew. They were both irredeemable. And the woman he supposedly loved, the woman he missed and hurt and was supposed to go home to, was further away from him than ever.

And in their heated passion, they weren't aware of someone listening to them right outside of the door……

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Grayscale Pt.2 | JJK

Pairing/s: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Cheating AU, highschool sweethearts, first love

Rating/s: No detailed explicit content, but wouldn't recommend it for minors.

Warning/s: SH!!, Major heartbreak (duh), Jungkook is literally a liar and a dirty, dirty cheat (not irl, he's an angel), mentions of sex with another woman, lmk if I'm forgetting anything.

A/N: Please leave comments, I would love to hear from you guys. Critique my writing and tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, really appreciate it.

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Gaeul never wanted this. She never wanted to feel like such a disappointment. But whenever she was with you, she felt like one.

Ever since she transferred to your school, she was no longer the center of attraction. You were so, so kind and so patient with everyone, even with her.

You had helped Gaeul with adjusting to her new school even when you barely knew her.

At her previous school, Gaeul was the top student, and top athlete. But when her father succumbed to his illnesses, she had no option but to move in with her uncle.

The change of pace affected her studies and performance a lot but Gaeul could always count on you to help her with anything.

She would never admit that to some extent, she was jealous of you. Jealous of the attention you received.

"Hey, umm... Gaeul, was it?" She was caught off guard by her crush, Jeon Jungkook.

She tried her best to act nonchalant. Maybe he was trying to finally ask her out.

She fiddled with the cuffs of her school uniform, "Yeah? What's up?"

The anticipation was building up in her belly, or was it just the butterflies he gave her?

"You're friends with Y/n, right?" The mention of your name almost made her lose her cool.

Ofcourse you two were friends, not close ones, but friends nevertheless.

"Y-yeah, what about it?" She tried to contain her distaste towards you. Yet again, you took the attention, but this time, from the person Gaeul wanted the most.

"Does she... she doesn't have a boyfriend, right? I'm asking for a friend." He said.

She sighed, "She doesn't. Her parents would never let her. They'd kill her."

Gaeul could see Jungkook's face light up.

He smiled, "So, it's her parents? She can't have a boyfriend because of her parents?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"So would you do me a favour?" Jungkook asked.

"Sure, what is it?" Maybe it was her only chance to get closer to Jungkook, she wasn't going to risk it.

"Bring her to the basketball game this evening. I- my friend will handle the rest."

Gaeul wasn't dumb, she knew this wasn't for his friend. But whatever, she thought, you were probably too stuck up to date someone like Jungkook anyway.

Jungkook was really easy-going and shy and always loved to beat your ass in a match.

You on the other hand loved confident guys and were competitive. It wasn't surprising to know that half the school had a crush on you and Jungkook was among them.

But there was no way you would like Jungkook, right? Right...?

Oh, Gaeul was so wrong. She realised it way too late when she saw you two kissing in the gymnasium.

So after she balled her eyes out for a day or two, she decided it's enough. She was tired of you being better than her.

"Gaeul!" You approached her and hugged her.

"Hey, Y/n." She feigned a smile.

"I cannot thank you enough. You unknowingly helped me and Jungkook a lot."

She realised that she could one-up you. You were hot, for sure. But Gaeul had experience, she could seduce Jungkook easily.

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"Would you stop? I'm not telling Y/n about this because you are her best friend. Think about her." Jungkook had pulled Gaeul aside. "Plus, don't you have a boyfriend? Second one this month?"

Your friend group was at a club celebrating your nineteenth birthday. You were finally legal and Jungkook decided he'd teach you a thing or two about drinking.

She put a hand on the man's chest and stepped closer, "They would never know. Plus, you have your needs. I'm sure you won't be satisfied by her."

"Shut up, Gaeul. Stop trying to make moves on me, it's not going to work." He walked back to the bar where you were getting a bit too tipsy.

Your best friend watched as he led you outside the club, probably to get you back to your shared apartment.

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But one faithful night for Gaeul, was when you were sick and she found Jungkook studying in the college library alone.

Jungkook didn't notice her until she sat beside him, her skimpy skirt riding up catching his eye.

He cleared his throat and whispered, "What do you want?"

She leaned forward and whispered back, "You know what I want." And placed a hand on his well-built thigh.

But surprisingly, he didn't react to her touch as usual—like it was poison.

He was extremely stressed due to his finals. You being sick didn't help.

"Why do you do this?" He asked eyeing her legs.

"Maybe because I can love you more than Y/n could ever dream of."

He raised his eyebrow, "Trust me, I don't even wanna know. I can't do this right now, just leave."

Her hand trailed up, "Maybe you could use a little stress relief?"

Jungkook tried to make sense of it all, why did he do it? He loved you more than anything, more than he could ever imagine loving anyone. Yet, he found himself buried inside some other girl.

When he returned home, he hoped you were asleep because he was sure he couldn't face you. But you weren't, you stayed up, waiting for him.

He cried in your arms, muttering around a hundred sorry's. He never said why he was apologising. But you kept saying you loved him through it all which made it worse for him.

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Jungkook got up from her bed, finding his shirt, "We can't keep doing this, I-"

"You give in to me all the time, Jungkook. I'm starting to feel bad for Y/n." Gaeul passed him his underwear.

"You're literally the worst person in the world and not to mention the best actor." He slung his bag over his shoulder and looked at her naked form for what he promised himself was the last time.

She smirked, "I'd do it all for love."

"Fuck you."

And fuck her is what he did over the years. Over and over and over again. He knew it was strictly physical for him but for her, he was the love of her life.

He decided to get married to you and maybe then Gaeul would stop. But it was him, he was the problem. He couldn't stop himself.

He knew you were more than enough for him. He could give you all the love he had with him then why?

He gave up at some point, he gave up trying to be loyal to you.

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"Jungkook?" You sat beside him on the couch.

"Yeah, baby?" He looked up from his phone, a smile still evident on his features. No doubt, he was texting her.

Jungkook noticed the change in your behaviour and appearance. You didn't wear his hoodies, the colour under your eyes became darker by the day, you rejected cuddles and never even asked or let him have sex with you, which was weird since the both of you had similar drives.

And the worst of it all, he didn't see you smile during these days.

So now, he was a bit surprised when he realised you initiated a conversation.

He placed his phone aside and slid closer to you. He didn't offer you any hugs or cuddles because he knew something was off.

"Eunwoo's gonna come over to help me with something." Your voice cracked despite your efforts to be stable and calm about it.

He smiled, "Yeah? Sure, we can have him over for as long as you'd like. But why can't I help you?"

"It's nothing. He'll be here in a few hours." You got up and tried to leave. Much to your dismay, your husband held your wrist to stop you.

"Are you alright, baby?" The question almost made you scoff. But you didn't. You wanted to scream at yourself because you didn't scoff at him and leave.

Instead, you melted into his touch and smiled.

"I'm- yeah, I'm good." You said as he pulled you onto his lap. The feeling was so familiar, almost like it was second nature to you.

You wanted to slap him, yell at him, throw a tantrum. But you didn't.

You sighed as your body softened. He caressed your hair, it was an instinct.

"Tell me." He whispered while kissing the top of your head.

You gulped, this was bad. This was so, so bad. You never wanted to be in this position with him today. You should have left. But you didn't.

Instead, you let him kiss you. You were human afterall, how could you stop yourself from loving your own husband?

It felt like home.

He felt like home.

But you weren't his.

Your own best friend could provide him with more comfort than you could.

You sighed into the kiss, letting him take over.

Just one more time wouldn't hurt, right? Letting him take care of you just once more? You begged yourself not to fall into him even if it was the last time. But you couldn't help yourself.

You broke the kiss, eyes tearing up, "Jungkook..."

"What is it, baby?" He pulled you into a hug.

It took you a few seconds to calm your breaths, "Am I enough?"

He pulled back to look you straight in the eyes, lying to you was a second nature to him at this point, "Yeah, baby. I would never want anyone but you."

You smiled, "You sure?"

Jungkook couldn't help but feel as if something, heck, a lot was off about your question.

He should have been truthful, he should have been honest at the time, maybe you would have stayed, "I'd never lie to you."

You couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his response making him confused. There was no way you found out anything about him and Gaeul, right?

You got up, "I'll just be in the bedroom..."

It was so casual, as if you didn't know anything. It was so uncanny for Jungkook. As if it was a normal day for you two. But it was anything but normal.

After a while, one of your college friends, Eunwoo rang the doorbell. You didn't even need to think twice before opening it.

Your friend was fuming to say the least and mind you, Eunwoo was never even angry.

"Where is he?" He asked.

"Eunwoo, I just... let's just leave." You said giving him space to come inside the house.

"Leave? You want to just leave after what he did?" He asked, frowning.

You sighed, eyes in a constant state of glistening, "I don't want to-"

"Hey, man. What's up?" Your husband walked in, greeting your friend.

But instead of some kind words, Eunwoo was quick to greet him with his fist to Jungkook's jaw.

The hit was so hard and sudden, it made him fall onto the floor.

"Jungkook!" You gasped trying to get to him but Eunwoo didn't let you. He held you behind him, protecting you like Jungkook was a wild animal and your friend was your guard.

Your husband was stunned but didn't stay down for long. He wiped his bloody lip with the back of his hand.

"You befriend my wife, come to my house and hit me? What the fuck was that?"

Eunwoo chuckled bitterly, "You don't deserve to call her your wife. That was for what you did."

Surely, you didn't know about Gaeul and him. But the way Eunwoo just hit him told him something else.

"I don't want this, let's leave, please." You tried to reason with him.

Jungkook looked visibly confused to which Eunwoo replied, "I'm taking her to my house."

"W-What do you mean?" Jungkook's eyes caught yours.

"Do I really need to explain, Jeon? I'm talking about Gaeul and you. I can't let Y/n stay here with you."

All the colour on Jungkook's face instantly turned pale, the only contrast being his busted lip.

"Y/n, it's not- I- no..." He looked at you for anything, a single word but all you did was look away, tears threatening to fall.

"Don't even try to explain, she's leaving with me."

Jungkook blinked, processing it all. You couldn't leave him. There was no way he was letting you leave with someone else.

"Y/n, please hear me out... it was nothing, I tried to-" He was cut off by another hit to his jaw making him stumble backwards.

This time you didn't bother to look at him. You knew Eunwoo was holding himself back for you. You couldn't bear seeing Jungkook hurt like that.

"You actually have no shame, huh? Stop trying to explain anything. I know, she knows."

Jungkook walked towards you, trying to touch you, he was already crying. But Eunwoo didn't let him near you.

"Please, Y/n, listen to me. I- please..." His voice came out coarse and his breath, bated.

Eunwoo looked disgusted at him, after what he did, he should not even have a chance to explain himself. But Jungkook fell onto his knees, looking up at you.

"I beg you, Y/n. Don't leave me. Please. I love you. I love you more than anything."

But you couldn't bear to look at him, instead, you looked at Eunwoo and silently whispered to him, "Shall we leave?" Your tears betrayed your commands.

Your friend took your hand in his, and led you away from Jungkook, away from the love of your life. Away from everything you ever had.

Jungkook knew he couldn't stop you. Not when you had your friend with you, not when he knew you didn't want to stay.

But he still rushed to you, and hugged your legs, "I can't do this without you, Y/n. Please, please.... don't do this to me."

You looked down and caressed his hair, all you could do was smile, "I love you, Jungkook. You are my everything, but I'm not yours."

"No, no, Y/n. I don't want anything or anyone but you. I promise you the world."

"You did that 11 years ago as well, but look at us now." You kept caressing his hair, it felt so familiar.

Jungkook knew there was nothing he could do, "No, I-"

"Get off of her, that's enough."

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Gaeul entered the house in a rush, "Jungkook?"

The said man was lying practically lifeless on the couch. He didn't even bother to see or acknowledge her.

"Jungkook, hey baby. Finally, she left. I heard-"

Jungkook just simply whispered, "Get out..."

"What?"

"Get the fuck out of my house..."

"What's wrong? Aren't you relieved that she left?"

"I don't want to see your face, ever. Just go away before I do something."

Gaeul flinched, "Kookie, come on..."

"I said..." Jungkook yelled at her, "...get the fuck out before I hurt you."

"What did I do?" She backed away.

"What did you do? You ruined everything. And for what? Some high school jealousy? I love her, Gaeul. Never in a million years can I live without her."

She looked annoyed, "After all these years? You still love her? Then why the fuck would you fuck me? Say all those pretty words to me instead of her?"

Jungkook had no idea why.

He was the one who ruined it all, Gaeul was just a factor. But blaming her made it much less painful than it already was.

"I never loved you, Gaeul. I've always loved Y/n. You have never been enough for me."

"What are you talking about?"

"You have always known it's going to be her, I would never want to be with you."

Gaeul blinked, trying to process it all. She knew Jungkook didn't love her but saying it out loud in this way?

She had originally planned to ruin your relationship as a challenge for herself, but along the way, she fell in love. And Jungkook always ignored it.

She always assumed it was because he didn't want a messy break up and loved the thrill of it all.

"Jungkook..."

He closed his eyes and covered his eyes with his forearm, not wanting to see or hear anymore from her.

"So that's it? We're over?" She looked at him for a denial.

"How delusional can you be? We never were anything."

She chuckled, "And that is why you ruined your marriage?"

"And what about you? Feeling better about your insecure self?" He replied.

"Jungkook, listen to me. We can start over, leave her behind..."

And that is how Jungkook ended up throwing her out of the house.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

A knock on your door woke you up. You had no idea when you fell asleep, exhausted from all the happenings and crying.

Every moment felt like a burden to you. Every breath felt heavy. You had poured everything in for Jungkook and now you were completely drained.

You told yourself repeatedly, it was not your fault, not even a bit. But you couldn't deny that you tried to ignore all the bright red signs.

You sat up, your arms barely helped. The brush of your shirt against your stomach burned because of the fresh cuts you gave yourself.

You were living at Eunwoo's house for the past 2 weeks. He had been really supportive through every single bit of this ordeal. He even let you sleep on the bed while he rested on the couch.

Staying with him felt really comfortable, he made sure you had everything you needed. But it reminded you of Jungkook, and how he never let anything bother you.

"Hey... are you alright?" He said, entering.

You smile, "Much better I think. Cried more than I should."

"I uh- I'm sorry for this but..."

"But what?"

"Someone..." He sighed, "Jungkook is here to talk to you."

You looked down at your sleeve-clad hands on your lap, you knew this time was coming. You knew you had to talk to him. Forgiveness was not an option but talking would help a lot with the closure.

You had blocked Jungkook a couple of days after you left. He never stopped calling, not even for a single minute, hoping you'd pick up. Everytime he did, your heart physically ached for him.

But despite this, you weren't sure if you could talk to him without breaking down.

You weren't sure how you survived this long.

You didn't want to survive this long.

"I'll stay here while you two talk, is that fine?" Eunwoo asked.

You took a deep breath. You had thought this through, "I wanna be alone with him."

"Are you sure, I don't mind staying here."

"It's going to be fine, Eunwoo."

Your friend nodded and stepped aside and left letting your ex-lover step inside.

You could barely recognise him. He looked extremely dehydrated and starved. His cheeks no longer held their plumpness. His eyes only seemed to hold life the moment they were laid on you. He looked drunk. But you could tell he made an effort to look presentable to you.

The two of you mirrored each other when your eyes met. Jungkook, however, was the first to let his tears flow.

"Y/n..." He tested the waters by slowly walking towards the bed you were sitting on.

He kneeled down near the edge and extended his arms to touch you. But you didn't let him and it didn't take a genius to understand why.

"S-Say what you want to, Jungkook." You mentally cursed at yourself for stuttering. But how were you supposed to stay calm?

Jungkook had a whole speech prepared. He wanted to apologise for everything he did, everything he lied about and assurr you that he'd never do it again.

But all he could mutter up was, "I'm sorry, Y/n..."

"How long?" You asked. You were always a calm person, and always relied on Jungkook to stand up for you.

He gulped at your stern tone, "5 years..."

The crack in your heart could be heard by him. Tears were long out of your control.

"Y-You... for 5 fucking years?" You cried, "You were with that bitch for 5 years? Jungkook, did you ever even love me?"

"I love you, Y/n, please believe me on this. It was strictly physical with Gaeul."

You scoffed, "Does that even matter!? You fucked my best friend for 5 years, Jungkook. You fucked her when I was right beside you two."

His eyes widened, he had no idea you were awake at the time. He looked at you with pure pain in his eyes. Jungkook wasn't much of an empath but he could feel everything when he was with you.

"If you loved me..." You sobbed, "...you would've told me what the hell was wrong with me. Wasn't I enough?"

"No, no, Y/n, baby. You are more than enough, I-"

Jungkook's eyes landed on your wrist where your sleeve had ridden up. He looked more heartbroken than ever. As if the ground under his feet suddenly decided it didn't want to hold him up.

"Y/n... y-you started again?"

It took you a while but when you realised what he was referring to, you quickly covered your whole body with a blanket, still feeling as if it wasn't enough.

"Please..." He bowed down with his head on the edge of the bed, "...please forgive me, I- I never wanted this to happen..."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him, "But it did happen, Jungkook. And I can never forgive you for it. Maybe if it was a one night thing, heck, even a few couple of times. But we're talking 5 years."

He continued crying with his head down. You reached out to touch the back of his hand, which was held in a fist.

He immediately relaxed at your action.

"You humiliated me, Jungkook. Y-You keep apologising but it won't change the fact."

He looked up at you, you face kind as ever. He wanted you to be screaming at him, throwing stuff at him, he didn't even mind if you beat the living shit out of him. He hated this, he hated this so much.

He was the cause of what you were going through, he was the exact things he tried all his life to save you from—pain and disappointment.

"Jungkook?" You said, ever-so-calmly. But everything that had happened was evident in your shaky voice.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Do you love me? Even a little bit?"

It didn't take a single millisecond for him to answer, "Never have I ever loved anything more than I love you..."

"Then, let me let go of you." You whispered, bringing his hand to your lips and placing one last small kiss.

He shuddered, trying his best to not let go of your hand, but it slipped.

Everything he ever had, everything he ever wanted, lost.

You didn't say anything, you didn't need to. Jungkook knew you better than you did, he knew what your words signified. It was the end. The end of everything.

The sound of the door opening, Eunwoo speaking, everything seemed drowned out for him.

He didn't say anything either, he just got up and left. He didn't know where to, he didn't have a home, just an empty shell of what used to be.

[sincerelya-stories]

Day 2: Canon Divergence

@hayffieweeks

In Another Timeline

In another timeline, he was alone. In another timeline, there was just him and Effie. In another timeline, they were free. However, they were in this timeline.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,311

AO3

[crash-c0rpse]

Dave grohl news got me staring off into the distance and wondering if humanity can be okay

[rajguruusa]

Infidelity and Trust Issues in Astrology: Understanding the Spiritual Roots with Guru Ji Dr Raj

Trust is the foundation of any relationship. When it breaks—through infidelity, secrecy, or emotional withdrawal—the entire bond is shaken. While psychology and therapy offer practical tools to rebuild trust, Vedic astrology offers a deeper understanding: Why did betrayal happen? Was it karmic? Is healing possible? And how can you prevent it from happening again?

Through his decades of spiritual service, Guru Ji Dr Raj – Best Astrologer in USA has helped countless individuals and couples navigate trust issues using the ancient wisdom of Vedic astrology. If you’re dealing with emotional pain from betrayal or confusion about your partner’s 

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Why Do Trust Issues Arise in Relationships?

Trust problems usually don’t start with cheating—they start with emotional disconnection, secrecy, and insecurity. But why do some people always end up in toxic or unfaithful relationships, despite their best intentions?

In astrology, certain planetary alignments and karmic patterns can predispose individuals or relationships to cycles of trust-breaking behavior:

Strong Rahu or Ketu influence in the 7th or 12th house

Weak or afflicted Venus (planet of love)

Moon in emotional conflict with Mars or Saturn

Repeated Mercury retrogrades or mistrust during Mahadasha periods

Understanding these patterns allows us to stop blaming and start healing.

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While astrology never “dooms” anyone to cheat or be cheated on, it reveals karmic tendencies. Here are some planetary combinations that may signal susceptibility to infidelity, secrecy, or repeated heartbreak:

1. Rahu in the 7th House

Rahu brings illusion, secrecy, and unconventional desires. In the 7th house (marriage), it may cause hidden affairs, online temptation, or untrustworthy partners.

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Venus represents love, loyalty, and sensuality. When combust, retrograde, or placed with malefics like Saturn or Rahu, it may lead to intimacy problems or unethical relationships.

3. Moon and Mars Opposition

This can cause emotional volatility and impulsive decisions in relationships, often without consideration of long-term effects.

4. Ketu in the 12th House

Ketu represents detachment. In the house of bed pleasures and secrets, it can indicate loss of trust, emotional coldness, or betrayal.

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Fasting (Vrat): Particularly on Fridays (for Venus) and Mondays (for Moon)

Donation: Offering white foods or clothing on Fridays

Navagraha Shanti Puja: To rebalance planetary influence

Energetic cleansing: For aura purification after betrayal

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You’ve been cheated on or betrayed and can’t move forward

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[asgard23]

Nothing Left To Fall From

Bucky x Reader

Warning : this has a descriptive scene of cheating , mentions of rape,depression, trauma ,angst, just sad.

Broke my own heart writing this y’all😭

Summary: After a traumatic mission, Y/N pushes her boyfriend Bucky away, struggling with depression and a lack of intimacy. Despite the team's support, a betrayal leaves Y/N in deeper emotional pain, from which she feels she will never recover.

PT.2

The weight of the world felt lighter on your shoulders when he was near. Bucky Barnes. The ghost from the past who became your present, your impossible future. He was everything you hadn't known you needed, a steady anchor in a life that felt constantly adrift. And you loved him – loved him with a fierceness carved from shared scars and unspoken understanding.

But that was before. Before the mission.

The mission had broken something inside you. Something fundamental. A part of you that felt safe, that felt whole, was shattered into a million irreparable pieces. You came back, physically unharmed in the ways that mattered on a medical report, but psychologically fractured. Sleep offered no respite, only a replay of the screams, the smells, his touch.

Depression settled over you like a shroud, suffocating. The vibrant colors of your life had greyed. The captivating beauty people always commented on – it all faded into a monochrome existence. You retreated, not just from the world, but from the person you loved most. From Bucky.

He tried. Oh, how he tried. For six long months since you’d returned, he’d circled you, gentle yet persistent. He held your hand, cooked your favorite meals, just sat beside you in silence, his mere presence a silent plea. "Y/n," he'd whisper, his voice always rough with concern, "Talk to me. Please. What happened?"

But the words were stuck. Glued to your throat by terror and shame. How could you tell him? How could you vocalize the violation? You couldn’t even bear to think about it yourself without the world tilting on its axis.

Intimacy, the connection that had once felt as vital as air between you, became a foreign concept. The thought of touch, of being seen, of vulnerability, it sent shivers of revulsion through you. Sex? It hadn't happened since before the mission. Months of shared nights where he would hold you stiffly, a chasm growing between your bodies as wide as the hole in your heart. You felt his hurt, saw the confusion and pain flicker in his eyes, and the guilt clawed at your insides, adding another layer to the suffering. You loved him desperately, but you were drowning, and you were pulling him down with you.

Fury had insisted on counseling. A S.H.I.E.L.D therapist. You refused. Flatly. The idea of dissecting the horror felt like ripping open a wound that might never close.

Your friends visited, though. Steve, bless his earnest heart, would sit with you, sharing stories. Sam would crack jokes, trying to coax a smile. Wanda, with her gentle empathy, sometimes just sat and held your hand. The entire would visit you regularly.

But it was Natasha who was there most often. Your best friend. Nat. She didn't try to fix you. Didn't ask questions you couldn't answer. She’d climb into bed with you, under the covers, and just hold you. Sometimes you’d sob into her shoulder, the tears endless, and she’d just stroke your hair, murmuring soft comforts. On those days, Bucky would quietly leave. He saw the bond, understood that sometimes you needed a different kind of comfort, maybe one he, with his own complicated past, couldn't currently provide. He trusted Nat. You trusted Nat.

You remember one of those days, curled up with Nat, the world outside a blur. Her presence was a warmth against the coldness inside you. You felt safe with your best friend. Safe. The irony of that word, now.

Sometimes, when you were alone or when sleep finally claimed you, the memories would break through the dam you’d built.

Flashback

The air had the scent of a metallic tang of blood and something chemical. Your breath hitched in your throat. The concrete floor was cold against your skin, damp with an unknown liquid. You tried to move, but restraints dug into your wrists and ankles, biting into your flesh.

He stepped into your line of sight. A Hydra Captain. Not just any operative, but the one who had led the ambush, the one whose face was seared into your nightmares.

His smile was predatory. "Look at her," he sneered. "The beautiful Avenger's pet. So brave on the battlefield."

He knelt down, his touch sending a wave of pure terror through you. As he began to unbuckle his belt.

He leaned closer, his foul breath on your face. "Let's see how brave you are when you can't fight back."

Your screams were swallowed by the thick walls. The world narrowed to the feel of his hands, the cold, and utter powerlessness. You closed your eyes, trying to retreat into yourself, but there was nowhere to go. It went on and on, a timeless horror. Your body felt like it wasn't yours anymore, a vessel being defiled. When it was over, he stood, wiping his hands with a casual indifference that was almost worse than the act itself. He left you there, broken and discarded, the silence echoing with the phantom sounds of your own strangled cries.

End of Flashback

The memory would leave you breathless, trembling, the phantom touch lingering on your skin for hours. That was why you couldn't let Bucky touch you. Why the thought of intimacy was a physical pain. It wasn't him. It was him.

Six months. He'd been so patient, so loving, so hurt. And you had given him nothing. You saw the toll it took on him, the shadow deepening in his eyes. He felt impotent, unable to reach you, unable to help. You were pushing him away, and part of you, the sick, damaged part, wondered if he’d finally give up.

Tonight, though, glimpse of your spark motivated you. You looked in the mirror, really looked for the first time in months. The face staring back was gaunt, shadowed, but beneath the pain, you saw the ghost of the beauty you once knew. You felt a pang of guilt so sharp it stole your breath. He deserved better. He deserved the woman he fell in love with. He deserved you.

Maybe, just maybe, you could try. Try to climb out of the darkness, take a step towards him. You needed to talk to him. To try and explain, even if you couldn't bring yourself to say the worst parts.

You found a dress, the one he loved on you. A simple dress, emphasizing the curves he used to trace with such tenderness. You brushed your tangled hair, applied a touch of makeup, trying to mask the fatigue and sorrow. It felt strange, alien, like wearing someone else's skin.

You needed to see him. Needed to feel his presence, maybe even just sit near him and hold his hand without flinching. You knew he wasn't home. He'd been spending more time at the Tower lately, training late, maybe to burn off energy, or maybe to avoid the suffocating silence of your shared apartment.

You pinged his phone. Location: Avengers Tower. 11:47 PM. A slight frown creased your brow. Why was he here so late? It wasn't a mission night, wasn't a scheduled training. He should be home.

A ripple of unease went through you, quickly dismissed. He was Bucky. He had his reasons. You grabbed your keys and headed out, the cool night air could do nothing to the heat rising in your chest.

The Tower was eerily quiet when you arrived. You walked through the silent corridors. You headed towards the training area, assuming that's where he'd be if he was still here working out.

As you got closer, a sound reached you. Faint at first, then growing louder. Moans. A sound that sent a prickle of alarm up your spine. It was coming from the main combat training room. Your stomach tightened. Who was in there?

You crept closer, the sounds becoming unmistakable. Not sounds of pain or struggle, but of... pleasure. Your heart lurched. Who...? And then, the familiar inflection of a voice, a woman's voice, cut through the air. Natasha.

Panic flared. What was Nat doing in the training room with someone, making those kinds of sounds, this late? A knot of dread formed in your gut. You reached the doorway, peering around the frame, your breath catching in your throat.

The scene that unfolded before you ripped the fragile hope you'd nurtured minutes ago into a million agonizing pieces.

They were on the floor of the padded training mat. Completely naked, slick with sweat under the harsh overhead lights. Your Bucky. And your best friend. Nat.

Natasha was straddling him. Her red hair was damp and plastered to her neck and shoulders. Her breasts, full and bobbing with every movement, were directly in your line of sight. She was riding him, happily, relentlessly, her face tilted back, eyes rolled back in her head, a look of pure, bliss contorting her features. Her strong thighs were clamped tightly on either side of his hips as she bounced and swirled, using his chest for leverage, driving herself down onto him with a rhythm that echoed in the room.

Bucky was lying beneath her, his metal arm thrown back, his organic hand gripping her hip. His face was one of pleasure, eyes heavy-lidded, a low groan rumbling up from his chest as Natasha ground herself against him, taking him deeper with every movement.

You watched, horrified and unable to tear your eyes away. Bucky's metal arm was wrapped around her waist, steadying her, while his human hand reached up, grabbing, fondling her breast. Nat leaned back slightly, bracing her arms on his legs as she continued her mesmerizing swirl on his dick. Bucky’s hand shifted, reaching down, his fingers finding her clit. He began to rub soft circles, then faster, firmer. A move you knew too well, a touch that gave you ecstasy. Now it was hers.

You couldn't breathe. The air was filled with the scent of sex and betrayal. Your Bucky. Your Nat. Like this. Together. The pain that shot through you was instantaneous, devastating. It was worse than the time you'd taken a knife wound to the gut on a mission years ago. That was physical. This was…soul-deep. 

You wanted to run, to turn around and erase the image from your mind, but you were rooted to the spot, unable to tear your eyes away from the horrifying spectacle. You had to admit, through the haze of agony, that Natasha looked beautiful. Powerful, desirable. And it hurt even more. Like a physical blow. All those little things you’d dismissed, those moments of discomfort you’d buried  Natasha's gaze lingering on Bucky a second too long, their playful banter that sometimes felt just slightly charged, her subtle touches. She had wanted him. All along, she had wanted him.

Bucky shifted, placing both his feet flat on the mat. With his lower body now anchored, he began to thrust upwards, meeting Natasha's downward drive with powerful strokes. The sounds intensified. Skin slapping against skin, wet, heavy breaths, urgent moans.

"Oh, Buck! Yes! Just like that!" Natasha cried out, her voice raw with pleasure. Your tears, silent and unnoticed, finally began to run down your face, hot trails on your cold cheeks. You saw he wasn't even wearing protection. He was fucking her raw. This wasn't some brief, meaningless encounter; this felt... intimate. 

Bucky’s voice filled the air. "Oh fuck, Tasha, keep squeezing my dick just like that, you slut," The words, his words, directed at her, twisted the knife deeper. Your vision blurred, but you couldn't look away. You watched as they climaxed.

 And then came the horrifying proclamation, screamed out by your friend Natasha "Cum in me, Buck! Cum in me now!" she threw her head back, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her lips. 

And you saw him nod. "Yeah, baby," he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster, more desperate. He lifted his hips into her one final, shuddering time, burying himself deep inside her. Natasha cried out again, a joyous scream, her body convulsing around him. Bucky let out a guttural roar, his back arching, his face contorted in release as he poured himself into your best friend. Her body slumped onto his, exhausted and satisfied. They lay there for a moment, gasping for breath, the only sounds the ragged inhale and exhale of their lungs.

Then, Bucky shifted slightly. "Nat... we... we can't do this again."

The words hit you like you’d been punched, even softer than Natasha's previous scream.

"Again?" you thought, the small snippet of dialogue splintering your heart further. This hadn't been a one-time mistake, a moment of drunken weakness or unexpected passion. This had happened before.

Your heart was not just broken; it was pulverized. The betrayal was deeper, more sustained than you could have possibly imagined. They had been doing this behind your back.

You couldn’t hear anymore; the heartbreaking reality became overwhelming. Your legs, stiff from standing frozen, finally obeyed. You turned blindly, a gasp caught in your throat that you quickly choked back, suppressing a sob. You stumbled back from the doorframe, your eyes blurred with tears, turning and running, needing only to be away. 

You didn't look back. You ran down the corridor, not caring how much noise you made now your only thought was escape. As you rounded a corner, stumbling slightly on the floor where the carpet ended, something slipped from your clenched hand, something small against your palm moments before. You didn't even notice it fall. Your world had narrowed to the frantic pounding of your own heart and the desperate need to breathe air that wasn't tainted by their betrayal.

Back in the training room, silence settled around Bucky and Natasha as they slowly began to disentangle, catching their breath in the aftermath of the storm. Bucky shifted on the floor, preparing to stand, his gaze sweeping over the area closest to where they lay.

Something small glinted on the concrete floor near the entrance of the room, just beyond where the padded mats ended. It hadn't been there before. He reached for it, curious.

His hand froze as his fingers closed around the cold metal. It was small, a delicate silver charm shaped like a winter flower, intricately detailed, nestled on a thin, worn leather cord.

He knew it instantly. His blood ran cold.

Natasha, starting to sit up, followed his gaze. Her eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she saw what he held.

It was the charm Nat had made and given you for your birthday, just a few months ago. A symbol of your friendship, something she knew you cherished and often wore around your wrist or kept in your pocket. Bucky's face drained of colour, mirroring the dawning horror in Natasha's eyes.

The 'last time' was already too late.

They knew. They both knew.

The quiet horror in his eyes, the dread in hers, mirrored the silent scream tearing through your own vanished world as you fled blindly through the empty tower, leaving behind everything you thought you had.

[nucleo-bang-tan]

Grayscale Pt.3 | JJK

Pairing/s: Jungkook X Reader, Cha Eunwoo X Reader

Rating/s: No detailed explicit content, but wouldn't recommend it for minors.

Genre: Cheating AU, highschool sweethearts, first love, Moving On AU

Word Count: 3.1 k

Warning/s: OC talks to Jungkook, a bit possessive Jungkook, healing, closure, PDA, adopting, pregnancy.

A/N: Not proofread!!! Please leave comments, I would love to hear from you guys. Critique my writing and tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, really appreciate it.

Masterlist

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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The act of letting someone sucks your life away. Seeing Jungkook again for the divorce was harder than you thought.

Even though he wanted to, he never begged you again to take him back. Both of you knew, clinging onto each other would cause more pain than healing.

"That's not how you play the game! You're cheating." You giggled.

Eunwoo could feel his heart flutter at you being happy, your eyes crinkling into crescents. This was the first time he saw you so cheerful after the incident. He couldn't help but wonder what made Jungkook hurt such a genuine and kind soul.

"I'm not gonna win against you if I don't cheat." He teased.

"So you admit it!" You hit his arm playfully.

"Hey now, violence is not the answer."

There was a moment of laughter followed by silence before you spoke up, "Call me sappy, but I'm going to miss you. Like a lot."

"1 month, huh? I think you can handle it." He said, brushing his hair back.

You couldn't help but well up at the thought of him leaving for that long, "You're supposed to say 'I'm gonna miss you too' dumbass."

He sighed, "Thank you..."

"I should do the thanking here." You chuckled, looking at him nervously.

"Thank you for not laughing at me being a loser at games..." He took your hand in his, "...thank you for being my friend."

His unfeigned tone made you cry out. He knew it was coming, he had to go on his business trip real soon. But he had a few months, which he decided to spend consoling you.

Like he did now, he wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry on his chest, tears staining his shirt.

Jungkook and Gaeul left you with serious trust issues. But Eunwoo never left any corners for you to not trust him. It was as if you trusted no one but him.

Your parents, as expected, had the phrase, 'i told you so' written on their faces. They were never happy with your relationship, always hoping you'd marry a guy of their choice. You wondered if that would have been better.

Jungkook's parents visited you a day before your legal seperation. His father went as far as to threaten you to not break off the marriage. It would damage his reputation as a CEO.

Eunwoo politely yet sternly told them to leave and held you as you cried for an hour after that.

Your nights were sleepless. You had been with Jungkook for so long, that you couldn't sleep without his presence. Eunwoo would sacrifice his sleep to sing and hum for you as you tried to sleep.

Most of his attempts would go to vain but he still kept humming for you.

"I-I don't want you to go."

"I have to, Y/n." He hugged you tighter.

Maybe this wasn't the right time to tell you what he thought about you. But this was the only time he had. You were left broken after what Jungkook did, and Eunwoo didn't want risk your comfort and trust in him.

But he had to tell you.

"Y/n... I-"

You pull back to look at him, eyes red with the tears shed, "Eunwoo?"

How he wished it was him instead of Jungkook. How he wished Jungkook would have never met you, then you'd find a real man (Eunwoo) to cherish you.

He remembered the first time he saw you in college, stumbling in late to a lecture because you were messing around with Jungkook. Your hair a bit unkempt but nothing too wild.

He remembered how you sat beside him and he couldn't help but ask you your name. The two of you immediately clicked.

He remembered how his stomach dropped when he heard you had a boyfriend. He was still extremely close to you, despite you already having Gaeul as your 'best friend.'

He remembered the night where he actually fell for you. The night where your friends left to explore a foreign city you visited. Gaeul and Jungkook took advantage of the situation and went missing as well. You and Eunwoo were left alone. Both of you sat in the pool of the hotel, looked at the stars and talked about everything. Until you fell asleep and Jungkook came to carry you back to your room.

He remembered how he felt light headed when Jungkook asked him to plan a proposal for you. But he still smiled and decided to help him. Atleast you were happy, he thought.

He took a deep breath, "I like you. Heck, I may even be in love with you. Please don't take this the wrong way but... I've had feelings for you ever since we first met. I'm not pressuring you or-"

You cut him off with a smile, "Eunwoo, it's okay. I know."

"I wish I could stop myself but- wait. You know?"

You nod, slightly laughing at his nervous state, "I know, Eunwoo. I've always known. But I need time to get over...you know."

"Yes...yes! I don't care if you don't feel the same way, I just had to let you know how I felt."

You wipe your cheeks with your sleeve, "I don't want you to wait for me, I don't know when I'll move on from him, or if I even will move on."

Eunwoo gently wiped away a lingering tear from your cheek, his touch soft and reassuring. "I'll wait for you, Y/n. No matter how long it takes. You deserve to heal at your own pace."

You gave him a small, grateful smile, "Thank you, Eunwoo. That means more to me than you'll ever know."

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"Did you get everything?" You asked.

"Calm down, I'll be alright. But you're the one who needs to take care." He held your hand in his, rubbing the back of it with his thumb to warm you up a bit.

It was already time for him to go. So, you along with a few of your friends were here on a chilly morning to bid him farewell.

After sharing a few hugs, he finally approached you for a hug, to which you responded by jumping onto him making him stumble back a bit.

You hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest, taking in his scent. You laughed, "Who said I wasn't going to tease your loser ass?"

Eunwoo couldn't help but hug you tighter. He couldn't do it again for another month, he tried to memorize every soft detail of your embrace.

It didn't take long for your laughter to seize. A person caught your attention. He stood there with a long trench coat and every recognisable characteristics covered except his puffy eyes. The sight of him brought an unexpected surge of emotions. You hadn't anticipated seeing him here, especially not today.

Jungkook.

What was he doing at the airport?

"Y/n, you're crying. Are you okay?" Eunwoo asked being concerned. He followed your line of sight and realised who caught your attention.

You didn't even realise you were crying until Eunwoo pointed it out. Jungkook stood at a fair distance. You noticed he was alone.

The two of you just stared at each other, you didn't want to talk to him and he understood that.

You felt a warm hand on your cheek. Eunwoo turned your head to look at him.

"It's okay. It's going to be okay." The approaching panic attack you felt was suddenly subdued with his words.

He leaned in to kiss your tear-stained cheek. He looked straight in your eyes when he said, "I love you. Believe me on that, yeah?"

"P-Please be safe." You tried your best not to look at your ex-husband; you focused your eyes onto the man in front of you.

"I'll see you soon." He held you in his arms one last time, only to let go hesitantly. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Jungkook looked at you and Eunwoo, he had no right to be angry, he had no right to want to kick Eunwoo in the balls. He chuckled bitterly at his own thoughts.

Jungkook didn't know why you were here, he didn't know how you noticed him in a crowded space. He swallowed thickly and maybe it was the fact that he just wanted to disappear from your sight, but he turned around and decided to quickly walk away with his luggage.

He initially walked briskly but he resorted to running a few seconds in. His empty stomach didn't take him very far though; he stumbled and fell onto his knees in a scarcely crowded area of the airport.

Seeing you happy brought all the memories flush back to him. Your touch, your voice, your smile, your eyes, you was all he could think of. He doubled over in pain, quietly sobbing into his palms, his luggage laying beside him. Crying had become a second nature by now.

It clawed him from inside, you were his and only his but he knew he could no longer have you. He wanted to bawl out loud, beg you to start everything over again, but he had promised himself to stay away from you.

Fate had other plans though, he was returning to Seoul from his hometown when he saw you with Eunwoo and a bunch of close friends. The ones who used to his friends as well.

Jungkook looked at his shaky palms which were wet from his tears. He had good friends, a good work-life balance, and the best of all, he had you. But now his colleagues and employees were doubting his abilities due to his bad performance at work.

He'd never be present at his office after the divorce. One would always find him at his house or at the gym, jabbing the life out of the punching bag till he fainted.

It took him 15 minutes to realise it was extremely chilly at the airport, he decided to gather himself and sit in the car. Sure, he couldn't stop crying, but atleast he could smell the vanilla scented car freshner you had bought.

He leaned his head back, his nose taking in your favourite scent.

A knock on the window startled him. It was as if he was dreaming, and he probably was. Because it was you.

You opened the car door and got in the passenger's seat, "Glad to know you still kept the car freshner."

Now, Jungkook didn't have any issues with breathing, ever. But today, his lungs stopped working. It was you. You were in his car, but why?

"Y-Y/n..."

You looked like you had been crying as well but at the moment, you were neither sad nor happy, you just looked pissed.

You sighed, "Did you eat today?"

The question was so simple, so casual. But it hit something inside Jungkook's heart. He leaned down towards you, as if bowing to you and let his tears flow.

"I asked you something..." You said, trying to be cold. He looked you in the eyes and shook his head.

He didn't want to put you in a position where you had to take him back, but he still took your hands in his, "I was such-"

He was cut off by you repelling from his touch, "Please don't touch me, Jungkook. I'm not here to forgive you."

"O-oh, I'm so fucking sorry." He sniffed.

"You look awful."

"You look beautiful, as always." He said sincerely, making you blush a bit.

"I'm here because I care for you. Don't get the wrong idea but, I don't think I'll ever stop caring for you, Jungkook. Why aren't you looking after yourself?"

Jungkook was flustered by your suddeness. He had expected you to have moved on by now. But the fact that you were crying a while ago and you were here, in his car, said otherwise.

"It just isn't the same." He croaked out.

"Ofcourse it isn't, Jungkook. I wonder why."

"Y/n, I know you hate me, I know you don't want me anymore. But I don't want you to be kind to me." He closed his eyes, "Please curse at me, hit me, let it out. It's just me."

"It's not just you. I don't know you. You're a stranger to me." You said coldly.

Jungkook didn't answer, it was more like he couldn't answer. He looked down at his palm, which weren't shaky anymore. It was you who calmed him down.

You sigh, "I assume you have been talking to Gaeul?"

"I haven't, I don't even intend to."

"I called her a couple of months ago. She was livid at you. Said she'll slap you the next time she sees you." You chuckled, "She told me a lot about how you guys began and stuff. But it was the last time I'll ever talk to her."

He wiped his runny nose, "I guess you know about the time I threw her out of our house."

"Your... your house."

"Right, my house." He corrected himself.

After a moment of silence, Jungkook raised his head to look at you. He saw the love of his life looking outside the window. You looked as beautiful as the day he asked you out, if not more.

"Y/n, I-I love you."

You turned towards him to see a man who used to be the love of your life. He looked barely alive, barely living. Yet, somehow, his eyes were as pretty as always. But they didn't hold the universe you saw around a decade ago. They were just pretty eyes.

"You know there's a theory, if you stop loving someone, it means you never loved them in the first place. Love can never go away.

I probably won't ever stop loving you. But I don't want you, Jungkook. I've moved on."

"I-I know, I understand." Even though he knew, there was a huge part of him that wanted you to come back. That wanted you all to himself.

"Would you have kept the affair going if I never found out?" You asked.

"No, no! I wanted to stop, I promise. It started as a way for stress relief when you weren't available, but then..."

You scoff, "Then what, Jungkook? You loved to cheat on me, is it? You just loved to humiliate me? Makes sense."

Your tone didn't sound like yourself. You've never talked to Jungkook in this way, but then again, you couldn't keep it in anymore.

"Y/n, please, trust me. I've never wanted anyone but you. I've never loved her, I've never enjoyed the sex more. I just... don't know."

"You just loved the thrill of it all, didn't you. Cheating on your girlfriend, then on your fucking wife. How fucking far were you willing to go for sex?" A single tear rolled down your cheek.

Jungkook wished he could say otherwise. He wished he would've thought with his heart rather than his dick. All he could do was mutter sorry's.

"I forgive you, Jungkook." You said looking away.

His breath hitched as he heard the words come out of your mouth.

"I forgive you. The only thing you can do for me is take care of yourself and move on."

"I-I don't think I can." He sobbed, his stomach did flips that made him nauseous.

You finally touched him and intertwined your fingers with his, it was familiar but it didn't feel like home anymore.

"Cook for yourself, eat better, yeah?" You smiled.

"I can't do this without you, Y/n."

"You can, I know you can."

"I can't, I fucking can't. Please..."

You slowly let go of his hand as he kept saying 'no'.

"I'm sorry, baby." You whispered, "I have to leave."

You opened the car door and got out. Jungkook wished he could see you clearly, but his vision was blurred. You waved a final goodbye and gently closed the door.

As he saw you walk away, he noticed you took the car freshner with you, a subtle way to let him move on.

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"Eunwoo!" You rushed over to him and captured him in an embrace. He twirled you around as you both laughed.

His month long business trip had already ended and he had just returned to Seoul.

He let you down and spoke, "How have you-"

He was cut off by you pulling him extremely close to you face. Your noses were touching and lips only a few millimetres away.

Eunwoo's eyes widened. He was definitely dreaming. Or did the plane crash on his way back and he was in heaven?

"I've not done this before but..." You said softly, "Would you go out with me?"

"I think you know what I'll say to that." He closed the distance between your lips.

It was like the two of you were alone at the airport. The nasty glares from strangers didn't exist, nor did any other problem in the world.

Eunwoo would be happy even if the world ended this very moment. But then again, he wouldn't get to love you enough.

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Jungkook exhaled softly as he blinked his eyes, trying to wake up. He slowly pushed himself up and sat against the headboard.

He shivered, ofcourse. It was too cold without you. It had been 5 years already but no morning went without a thought of you.

As an unhealthy daily habit, he took his phone from the side table. Instinctively, his thumb went to Instagram to stalk you. His eyebrows furrowed realising you changed your profile picture.

This didn't seem right to him. Why was Eunwoo holding you like that? He decided to check your feed. Something wasn't right. There was a recent post from you.

A post announcing your pregnancy.

It took him a full minute to process what was happening. You were having a baby, with someone that wasn't him.

He blinked back his tears, reading the caption, 'You're gonna be the best father.' with a photo of Eunwoo holding your slightly large belly.

He reminded himself, there was more to live for. He should've moved on by now but he simply couldn't. His thoughts were so loud that he couldn't hear small footsteps. The person climbed onto the bed and peeked into his phone.

"Is that mommy?" He asked making Jungkook snap out of it.

"Ah, Jaehyun." He took the 7 year old in his arms.

"Isn't that mommy, daddy?" The child persisted.

"No, Jaehyun. She's just a woman I love."

"So, she's mommy?"

He sighed. How would he explain this to a 7 year old? Jungkook didn't want to bluntly tell him that he was adopted and didn't have a mother.

"Let's go for a walk with Bam. I'll tell you everything about the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

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i don’t want infidelity prongsfoot, but the *parasites* in me want infidelity prongsfoot…