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stanleypinesgf · 8 months ago

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Falling for Mystery - Chapter Eighteen*

Falling for Mystery Masterlist Warnings: nsfw 18+ only pls!! p in v, unprotected sex, tipsy/drunk sex, possessive/protective stan, gambling mentioned (not in a negative way though), gross guy in a casino, some fluff! i also wanna thank @danni3l SO MUCH for the inspiration, his help on the direction of the fic and for the support so far!! Please note: this is a slow burn fic with eventual smut and mature themes, 18+ only and please check warnings at the start of chapters! TYSM for all the support so far!! w/c: 4,069 As we entered the restaurant, Stan held the door, his gaze lingering a beat longer than usual as I stepped inside. We made our way to the table, the warm, dim lighting casting a glow across the room. When I looked up, I caught him watching me, a small, appreciative smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

After we were seated, a friendly waiter approached to take our drink orders. Stan ordered a whiskey neat, his usual choice, while I opted for a glass of white wine. As the waiter walked away, I noticed Stan watching me, his smile growing as if he was savouring this moment.

“You look… incredible tonight,” he said, his voice softer than usual, almost like he hadn’t intended for it to sound quite so earnest. He reached for my hand across the table, lifting it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to my knuckles, his eyes meeting mine over the rim of my fingers. “I mean, you always do, but tonight… well, you’ve outdone yourself.”

For a second, I was too caught off guard to say anything, feeling my cheeks warm under his gaze. He looked at me with that rare, unguarded expression, the kind that made me feel like we were the only two people in the world.

I felt my own smile tug at my lips. “Look who’s talking. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so… polished,” I teased, letting my gaze drift over his dark button-up, the top few buttons left undone just enough to reveal the familiar glint of his chain I’d come to love. “You’ve really stepped it up tonight. What happened to Stan ‘no frills’ Pines?”

He chuckled, a little bashful but amused, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “Figured I’d better step up my game, considerin' I’m in such good company.”

With a grin, I raised my glass in a toast, and he clinked his whiskey against it, his eyes holding mine with that easy, familiar charm that seemed to shrink the whole world down to just us. In that moment, the lively hum of the restaurant faded away, leaving only the warmth of our shared smiles and the spark of something more between us.

We lingered over our drinks, the first course arriving in elegant, carefully plated portions that made Stan shake his head with a wry grin.

“Can you believe they charge for food you need a magnifying glass to see?” he quipped, holding his fork with exaggerated care as if the tiny dish were some kind of delicate artefact.

I stifled a laugh, nudging his foot under the table. “That’s how you know it’s fancy, Stan. It’s all about savouring each bite.”

He gave me a mock-serious nod. “Ah, so this is savouring.” He took a slow, deliberate bite, then broke into a grin. “I gotta admit, it’s not half bad.”

Our plates changed with each course, bringing new flavours and textures that spurred little comments, jokes, and even a few exaggerated “critic” impressions from Stan that had me laughing more than eating. Between bites, we kept the conversation rolling, exchanging old stories and bits of nostalgia. He told me about his favourite old haunts in Vegas—ones that had long since closed or changed beyond recognition—and, in turn, I shared stories from my travels, comparing notes on our experiences with the wild and weird.

At one point, he leaned in closer, his expression softening as the laughter faded. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who can keep up with me quite like you do,” he said, his voice low enough that it felt like a secret meant just for me.

I felt my heart skip, and a slow smile crept onto my face. “Well, maybe you finally met your match,” I replied, tapping my glass against his.

Stan’s gaze lingered on me a moment longer, something unspoken in his eyes. “Maybe I did,” he murmured, and I could feel the words settle in the space between us, warm and unexpected.

The final course arrived at our table, a shared dessert. We dug in, enjoying each bite while playfully competing for the last spoonful. As the meal wrapped up, I realised just how natural, how easy, it all felt. It wasn’t often I got to see this side of him, and I found myself wanting to hold onto it for as long as I could.

As the waiter collected our empty dessert plate, we lingered at the table for a moment longer, letting the warmth of the evening settle between us. Stan’s eyes held a trace of something I couldn’t quite place, something that made my pulse quicken as we stood up to leave.

Inside the casino, the energy was electric, a pulsing mix of lights, sounds, and anticipation that made me feel alive in a way only Vegas could. Stan ordered us both drinks, handing me a glass of something sharp and sparkling as he raised his own in a casual toast.

“To good luck and bad decisions,” he said with a grin, lighting a cigar and watching the smoke swirl above us.

The air around us hummed with excitement, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill as I watched him take it all in. His rough edges seemed softened by the glow of the lights and the whiskey in his hand.

We wove our way through rows of slot machines, and Stan insisted on trying his luck with a few spins, dropping coins with exaggerated seriousness and cheering each small win like it was the jackpot. When he finally pulled me toward the blackjack table, he took on a look of mock solemnity.

“Blackjack,” he said, resting his hand on my shoulder as if imparting secret wisdom. “A game of pure strategy, skill, and… lettin' them think you’re terrible at it.”

“Oh, is that the trick?” I teased, folding my arms as I leaned in to watch him play.

“Yep.” He placed a small stack of chips on the table and winked. “They never see it comin'.”

We shared an easy laugh, trading jabs about his “foolproof” strategies as he made the game look easy with his relaxed confidence. Each win sent a new spark through the air between us, a thrill shared as we watched his stack of chips grow.

We were so wrapped up in each other’s banter that I almost missed the moment when a man from across the casino strolled over, positioning himself a little too close to me with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Stan noticed immediately, his posture shifting as he angled himself protectively between us, his gaze turning sharp as he locked eyes with the newcomer, his hand still lingering near his drink in silent warning.

“Hey, sweetheart,” the stranger said, ignoring Stan entirely. “How about you join me over at the roulette table? I could show you a good time.”

I felt a mix of amusement and annoyance bubbling up, but before I could say anything, I felt Stan’s arm tighten protectively around my waist, his gaze sharp as he sized up the guy.

“Why don’t you move along, pal?” Stan’s voice was low, steady, but there was an edge to it that made the guy’s smirk falter.

The man scoffed, clearly underestimating the man in front of him. “What’s it to you, tough guy?”

Stan’s eyes narrowed, his grip loosening on me as he took a step forward, his voice dropping. “She’s with me. So, why don’t you take a walk?”

The guy chuckled, glancing between the two of us, but instead of leaving, he took a step closer. “Looks like you don’t know how to share.”

And that was it. Without a moment’s hesitation, Stan swung. His fist connected with the guy’s jaw, and before I could process what was happening, the man stumbled back, crashing into a nearby table. Gasps and shocked whispers filled the casino as the scene unfolded, but Stan barely seemed to notice, his expression one of grim satisfaction.

The security guards were on us in an instant, ushering us toward the exit as Stan threw an arm around my shoulders, laughing as we stumbled out into the cool night air.

“Well, that’s one way to get thrown out of a casino,” I said, giggling, breathless from the chaos.

Stan’s gaze softened as he held me close, but I could still feel the protective fire simmering beneath the surface, his grip firm as if to reassure himself I was there, safe and close. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear, his thumb brushing my cheek. “No one’s getting near you while I’m around,” he murmured, his voice rough but gentle. “You’re mine, and I don’t let go that easy.”

He leaned down, capturing my lips with a fierce tenderness, pouring into that kiss all the emotion he rarely let slip. His hands held me firmly, possessively, like he was daring anyone to try and pull me away. The alley fell into silence, save for our quiet breaths and the faint sounds of the city beyond.

I looked up at him, my heart racing as I felt the warmth of his protective gaze and the lingering electricity from our kiss. I took a steadying breath, trying to summon the courage to say what I wanted. “Stan,” I murmured, my fingers brushing the collar of his shirt, lingering there a moment longer than usual. My cheeks flushed as I met his eyes, a shy smile tugging at my lips. “How about we… head back to our room?”

The words came out softer than I intended, and I looked away, feeling a bit bashful. I could sense his gaze on me, and when I looked back, he was watching me with a raised brow, the slightest spark of surprise in his eyes.

His grin turned slow and warm as he tilted his head, looking at me like he’d just discovered something he hadn’t expected. “Couldn’t have asked for a better idea,” he said, his voice a soft rumble as he took my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. The intensity in his expression softened to something almost tender as he led me back toward the hotel, giving my hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes meeting mine as though he was just as affected as I was.

As we made our way through the lobby, I could feel the anticipation building between us. Stan’s hand wrapped firmly around mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles in a way that sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. The bright lights and laughter of the casino faded away, replaced by the soft hum of the elevator as it carried us up to our floor.

When the doors slid open, I felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. Stan led the way down the corridor, pausing outside our room. He turned to me, his expression serious for a moment as he searched my eyes. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and laced with concern.

I nodded, feeling the anticipation thick between us. “Are you?” I glanced up at him, searching his expression.

His gaze was steady, a hint of possessiveness flickering in his eyes. “I’m fine. No one gets to talk to you like that,” he replied, his voice low and firm, sending a thrill through me. “You’re mine, and I’m not lettin' anyone forget it.”

With a satisfied smirk, he pushed the door open and ushered me inside. The room was dimly lit, and I took a moment to absorb the scene. The city lights flickered through the window, casting a warm glow across the space.

Stan stepped in behind me, closing the door with a soft click. The moment it shut, the atmosphere shifted, thick with unspoken anticipation. I turned to face him, my heart racing as he took a step closer, closing the distance between us.

“Now, where were we?” he murmured, his eyes darkening with intent as he slid his hand up my arm to gently cup my jaw. The warmth of his touch sent a thrill through me, and I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

I felt the weight of his gaze, dark and smouldering. “Mine,” he repeated, his voice low and gravelly, each word laced with fierce protectiveness. There was no room for doubt; he wanted everyone to know it.

The city lights outside flickered in harmony with the pulse of my heart. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, intoxicating and impossible to resist. “Stan…” I breathed, the name slipping from my lips like a plea.

He stepped closer, the distance vanished, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. “I don’t want anyone else lookin’ at you,” he said, his voice thick with urgency. “Not like that. Not ever.” His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, tilting my head back so our eyes locked.

I could see the determination in his gaze, and it sent a thrill through me. “You’re not going to let anyone forget, are you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Never,” he growled, and with that, his lips crashed onto mine, hungry and demanding. The kiss was messy, fueled by the warmth of the drinks we had shared earlier, igniting something deep within me. I surrendered to it, my hands finding their way to his shirt, pulling him closer.

Stan broke the kiss, his breath heavy against my lips. “We’ll show ‘em who makes you feel good,” he murmured, his eyes glinting with mischief and desire.

With a swift motion, he turned and pulled me toward the large window, the city sprawled out beneath us. The view was breathtaking, but I was lost in the intensity of his presence. He framed my face with his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“Do you like this?” he asked, his voice thick with need. “Knowin’ that you’re mine?”

I nodded, my heart racing, feeling a rush of exhilaration mixed with a hint of danger. His possessiveness fueled something wild inside me, and I craved more.

“Atta girl,” he breathed, leaning in for another kiss, his lips claiming mine with fierce urgency. The world outside faded away as I melted into him, captivated by the man who wouldn’t let me go.

The kiss deepened, his lips moving against mine with a fervour that made my head spin. I felt a rush of heat as his hands roamed down my sides, exploring as if he were claiming territory. Clumsily, I reached for the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly but driven by an urgent need. I undid them one by one, revealing the strong lines of his chest, running my hands over the hair that covered his broad torso. His breath caught, and his eyes darkened with a mix of desire and admiration.

“Doll, you’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. He took my waist in his hands, fingers digging in just enough as if to remind me of his protective nature.

Before I could respond, he pushed my dress down, the fabric pooling at my feet. I shivered at the cool air against my skin, but the warmth of his gaze enveloped me.

With a swift motion, he turned me, pressing my back against the window. The cool glass sent a thrill through me as I felt his body heat radiating behind me.

“Let ‘em see,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine, and I want everyone to know it.”

The thrill of his possessiveness sent a rush of excitement through me, and I leaned back against him, surrendering completely. The city lights flickered in the background, but all I could focus on was him; his hands, his warmth, and the way he held me against the glass like I was the most precious thing in the world.

As he leaned in, his lips found the sensitive skin of my collarbone, trailing kisses that made my breath hitch. He paused, his teeth grazing my skin, and then began to leave love bites, claiming me as his. Each gentle nip sent a jolt of pleasure through me, igniting a fire in my core.

“Stan…” I gasped, pressing my body closer to his as I felt the cool glass of the window against my back. He took the opportunity to push me gently against it, his hands gripping my waist firmly.

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart,” he slurred, his voice a mix of authority and sweetness. He continued his trail of bites down my shoulder, savouring each moment, each reaction from me.

The city lights flickered outside, but inside, the air was thick with our shared energy. I was lost in the sensation, completely surrendering to him, craving more of his touch, more of his possessive nature.

“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured, pulling back slightly to take in the sight of me, flushed and breathless. “And I’m not lettin’ anyone else have you.”

With that, he sucked a particularly tender hickey below my ear, causing my hands to fly to his hair, tugging it slightly. “Stanley!” I moaned, my head swimming with a mixture of lust and intoxication.

His reaction was immediate and electric. The corners of his mouth twisted into a wild grin, but there was a fierce intensity in his gaze. “Fuck, say that again,” he urged, fumbling with his belt, his hands shaking slightly with a mix of urgency and desire.

“Stanley,” I repeated, this time with more conviction, watching as his breath caught in his throat. The way he reacted sent a thrill through me, igniting something primal within him. He closed the distance, his lips crashing against mine in a fervent kiss. The world outside faded away, leaving only the heat radiating between us. I could feel his hands exploring, mapping every curve, every inch of my body as if he were claiming me.

“God, don’t ever stop saying my name, doll,” he murmured against my skin, trailing kisses down my neck. “It drives me wild.” He sucked at a sensitive spot just above my collarbone, leaving a mark that would remind me of this moment.

“Fuck, Stan, please,” I whined, arching my back, desperate for his touch.

I could feel his belt finally give way, the sound of metal clinking echoing in the otherwise quiet room. “I can’t wait, baby, want you now,” he said, his breath hot against my ear, his possessive tone sending waves of excitement through me.

“Then take me,” I urged, my voice thick with need. The urgency in his eyes matched my own as he positioned me against the window, the cool glass a stark contrast to the heat building between us.

With a fierce look, he entered me, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but moan his name. “Stanley!” I cried out, the sound mixing with the thrum of the city below.

He groaned in response, his grip tightening around my waist as he moved with a desperate rhythm. Each thrust was filled with raw intensity, a powerful claim that made me feel cherished and desired all at once.

“Don’t ever forget it,” he said breathlessly, his forehead pressed against mine. “You’re mine, and I’m never letting go.”

The urgency of the moment surged between us, each movement drawing us closer to an edge we both needed to reach. The city lights twinkled below us like stars scattered across the night. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through me, mixing with the thrill of being so exposed, so utterly his. It was so different like this, the gentle buzz of the alcohol in our systems only adding to the new sensations.

“Oh god, Stanley, just like that!” I gasped, the name spilling from my lips like a prayer. The way it ignited something primal in him only fuelled my desire. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips tighter, anchoring us both in this moment.

“God, you’re incredible,” he breathed, his voice thick with need. “Just like this, right here.” His words were a delicious mix of admiration and urgency, making my heart race even faster.

As he thrust deeper, his breath came in ragged bursts against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I want everyone to see how beautiful you are,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck. “I want you to feel every bit of this.”

“You feel so good, please don’t stop,” I practically begged. He watched me, his expression a mix of hunger and admiration. I could see the way he appreciated every inch of me, and it only made me feel more alive. “I love you so much, Stan,” I breathed, and that was all it took. He surged forward, capturing my lips with his in a frantic kiss, our bodies moving in a rhythm that felt both urgent and electric.

He whispered my name so tenderly, it took my breath away. “I love you too,” he murmured against my lips, his eyes filled with adoration.

The world outside faded away again, and all that mattered was this moment—his hands on my skin, the heat of his body against mine, and the way we fit together so perfectly.

“Touch yourself for me, baby. I want to feel you squeezing me,” he urged, his eyes watching with hunger as I slipped my hand between our bodies to rub my clit.

As he thrust into me again, I felt the pressure building, the urgency of the moment driving us both closer to the edge. “Together,” I whispered, feeling the world around us blur into nothingness.

“Always together,” he promised, his voice deep and filled with conviction. The city lights flickered outside, but in that moment, it was just us, lost in our own world of desire and connection.

My legs shook as I felt the familiar coil in my belly snap, Stan's strong thrusts faltering as he buried himself deep in me with his release.

As the intensity of our connection began to wane, I felt Stan’s grip soften, his hands now gently caressing my waist. The world outside the window blurred into insignificance, the city lights twinkling like distant stars. I could hear the soft rhythm of our breaths mingling in the aftermath of our passion.

“Hey,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “You okay?”

I nodded, a lazy smile spreading across my lips. “More than okay. That was… incredible.”

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against my skin. “You’re incredible.” He pressed a tender kiss to my forehead, and I felt my heart swell at the intimacy of the moment.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he suggested, still holding me close. I felt a comforting heaviness in his voice, the kind that promised safety and care.

With a playful tug, he led me away from the window, our bodies still buzzing from the heat of the night. We stumbled slightly, laughter bubbling up from both of us as we made our way to the bathroom. The room was dimly lit, but the glow felt warm and inviting.

After a quick rinse, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close again. “You know, I could get used to this,” he said, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“Me too,” I replied, leaning into him, feeling relaxed and content.

Once we were done, we made our way to the bedroom, still chuckling at our drunken antics. Stan flopped down onto the bed, pulling me down beside him. The sheets felt cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of his body next to mine.

“C'mere,” he said, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close. I nestled against him, resting my head on his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

“Stanley,” I murmured, a sleepy smile on my lips.

“Yeah?” he replied, his voice thick with affection.

“Thanks for looking out for me. I love you.”

His fingers traced gentle patterns on my back, and I could feel him smile. “I love you too, sweetheart. Always.”

As we lay there, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in each other’s arms. I felt safe and cherished, drifting into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in his warmth. Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

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acidrcins · 2 years ago

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did you hear the latest scoop ? we’ve got a new student joining us ! a little birdie told me that they’re called CHAE SEORI, but they kinda remind me of BAE SUZY — don’t ‘cha think ? you’re probably thinkin’ they’re just another TWENTY-SEVEN year old in their FIRST year of some MASTER'S DEGREE IN BIOCHEMISTRY , but wait ‘till you hear about their POISON GENERATION ! nifty, huh ? they’re pretty PRINCIPLED on nullivi, but you should watch out for their VINDICTIVE just in case ! anyway — if you wanna check them out, i heard they’re staying at the YELLOW HALL. oops ! you didn’t hear that one from me ! ༊*·˚

hello, i'm liv and v excited to b here! im a sl*t for anything superpower related and im also still off that gen v high so very excited to be here! all i can offer is this intro post, which i hope covers all the Key Aspects of miss chae seori. if i may summarize, shes just trying her best to be a good person while making questionable decisions and internalizing everything bad that her family has ever said abt her ‪♡‬ a cate dunlap wanda maximoff dupe rly

do like this post if u would like to plot because i would LOVE to and i much prefer d*scord hehe

also tw for mentions of nausea

𖥸 ─ basics

chae seori (often seen with gloves and a mask)

scorpio sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising

born 12 november 1996 in a small town in the outskirts of seoul

currently a first year masters student, studying biochemistry & living in yellow hall

makes poison out of her fingertips & can infect those through physical contact or through air (if in close proximity)

there have been rumours going around that seori is able to give a kiss of death but she would like to debunk those rumors! her lips are harmless really its just the air around her

big on wearing patches but she wont tell you. will make u guess whether she has one or not. (justifies by saying shes just having fun)

𖥸 ─ personality

tl;dr morally grey girl, who's trying to prove herself as a good person (but it's hard when your powers are literal poison). a little bit of a manic pixie dream girl too

positive: principled, collected, intuitive, charming, inquisitive

negative: reticent, elusive, vindictive, temperamental, self-centered

alignment: chaotic neutral (the only principles she follows are the ones she sets for herself)

character inspirations: heavily inspired by gen v's cate dunlap, the hunger games' finnick odair, mcu's wanda maximoff, looking for alaska's alaska young, yellowjackets' natalie

archetypes: the vixen, the philophobic, the antihero

associated aesthetics: shades of gray, smiles that don't seem to reach your eyes, making questionable decisions but finding ways to justify them to yourself, dark eyes and darker nights, flirtatious touches with a hint of danger, red lipstick, unexplained headaches and waves of nausea

in control of her emotions but has tendencies to lash out. she is working really hard to be a good person!!! (by her standards) (she is thisclose to just saying fuck it and just embracing that she is a Villain tho pls someone enable her)

but she can get very resentful lmfao (example A: in her most recent biochemistry class, she told herself urself it was ok that the guy in class just mansplained a concept that she had already understood in middle school but then also gave him a wave of nausea once class ended because he was so fucking rude and deserved it)

keeps up a facade of being coquettish and flirtatious ( i never watched doona but that was the vibe i got from her gifs lmfao ) i think she can be quite charming tbh the queen of breadcrumbing ‪♡‬ keep them close enough, but never enough to touch. it's sort of a coping mechanism. safe space where no one can see what a shit person she really is and how she doesnt really deserve love

no one really knows much abt her and she intends to keep it that way

heavily motivated by wanting to know more! generally the kind of person who would conduct wild ass experiments or "would you love me if i were a worm" i kinda picture it like how finnick in catching fire is like he's paid with secrets!! same vibe with seori :D

𖥸 ─ background

pretty ordinary life growing up. parents are not particularly rich but they don't struggle either. happy small town family ‪:)

shit hits the fan when shes twelve and her brother is fourteen and they find out hes an anomaly. superhuman strength and speed. finds out after he saves a dog from getting hit by a car

if it had been anyone else, perhaps, they would've been the town's outcast but because it's her older brother, all conventional good looks with conventionally lauded powers, they worship him. he becomes the town's superman, girls come up and take pictures with him, he even gets featured in the town parade and seori is just there in the shadows

it gets even worse two years later when she finds out shes also anomaly! but unlike her brother, seori causes an incident of projectile vomiting after a particularly envious moment where her family forgets her birthday and instead, spends the day with her brother. it is messy and disgusting and it happens in the town center. no one forgets. and seori is no longer there in the shadows, she's actively cast out, whispers about why she cant be more like her brother and this is why anomalies should not be given rights

it takes seori some time to figure out her powers but she gets the hang out of it. not that it matters lol shes the black sheep, the 'villain' because goddamn shes literal poison. even her family treats her that way

she doesn't believe those words until one day she gets into a heated argument with her family. tells her mum that shes a person too and wails her father that no one has called her by her name in years and she's nothing but a stain in their family. they don't deny it and in a fit of rage and hurt and anger, she manages to cause irreversible brain damage to her brother

and that is the moment seori realizes she is the villain everyone talks about and she is the monster (doesnt help that her pupils are dark and her veins are black) !!! not a pretty look (think the monsters in sweet home before they transform kind of vibe) and so she runs

runs and runs and runs to seoul where she gets by on illegal means. she is ashamed of the things she has done (e.g., disrupting the storeowners vision long enough to get food to eat, sent someone into unconsciousness and pretended to be their granddaughter caring for them to get a house to stay, batting doe-eyes to boys who will buy her a pack of ramen) and since then shes actively working on being a better person

swears to keep her feelings in control, only uses her powers when justified (although her moral compass is cracked)

𖥸 ─ wanted connections

thank you if you made it this far! ‪♡‬ ‪♡‬ mwah mwah i appreciate u also i love plotting and just brainstorming so here are some rough ideas but OFC always open to talk !!

friends ! or better yet, friends who only meet late at night and you talk about the stars and your feelings and in the morning you pretend you have no other who the other is

someone who's immune to her....

fellow individuals in #STEM

ok this is really specific BUT what if.. our muses were enemies... and they kissed... and seori's feeling INTENSE emotions and accidentally fucks ur muses' vision up and gives them a headache and she has to pretend like it didnt excite her

she doesnt believe she deserves to be loved, so i would LOVE an angsty first love breakup thing. bonus points if she broke ur muses heart

she accidentally poisons u (she swears its an accident)

u catch her doing some immoral shit and tell her shes not a good person

a sam/cate situation. someone enable her to just fuck it youre not a good person so embrace it!!!

i love angst and antagonism so lets beef (ic)

#✦ ・ ooc.

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thedollydiaries · 2 years ago

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As I sadly can't find any comfort fanfics to do with the reader having burns from fire.

Could you pls write one with William Afton, like the reader is feeling down about them.

If not then it's okay

i absolutely can sweet nonnie !! <3

i wasn't sure what extent you wanted the burns severity to be so i just kinda went with the flow and didn't fully specify, i hope it's alright. i really hope this is up to your expectations, sorry it's so short though :((

william afton x gn!reader

word count: 455

warnings: mentions of trauma, mentions of being burned in a fire, mentions of house fires, mentions of scarring and burns, mentions of death and near death experiences, mentions of death of loved ones, mentions of death of a pet, william calls reader doll. probably ooc william. despite all that angst i swear it's fluffy ToT

a/n: i really hope i was able to do this justice, if i get anything wrong about what it's like to have burn scars please let me know so i can keep it in mind for future requests/fics! <3 also i worked on this while i was in line for the food bank lmao

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you had curled up under the blankets on the couch as you watched the movie you had selected on netflix. snuggled in a hoodie and baggy sweat pants, you were feeling a little upset over the burn scars on your arms and legs.

nothing in particular had happened to trigger the insecure feeling today, you had just woken and the feeling overwhelmed you. you had tried to continue on with your day, you really truly did. you had gotten the dishes done and that was it. that was all you had the energy for.

that's how you ended up drowning in blankets and curled up on the couch watching some shitty drama on netflix when william came back home from work.

"love, i'm back! oh-" william called out as he entered the house, tall frame walking through the doorway of the living room and his eyes landed on you. "what's up?"

"just feelin' sad." you responded with a mutter.

"wanna tell me what about?"

"not really... it's dumb."

"well then that's even more of a reason to tell me. so i can tell you to stop being so dumb." william teased, earning a dissatisfied whine from you. "oh come on, my love. tell me what it is. i can't help if you don't tell me"

"just... my burns. do you think they make me ugly?" you ask meekly, pulling the blankets tighter around your body.

"what? where is this coming from? your burns don't make you ugly, my love. you are the most stunning thing i have ever seen, doll. your burns make you interesting and unique. you don't think the scars on my body are ugly. don't be so negative with yourself." the british man says firmly yet softly as he grabs your face in his hands, his touch cold.

"you are perfect, just as you are. even with all your so called baggage." william assured you further, making sure to give mention to your history, the house fire you gained both your physical and mental scars in; having lost your mother and beloved family dog.

he pulls you, and the mass of blankets surrounding you, close as he sits on the couch, leaning down to kiss your forehead. he held you to his chest in silence for what felt like both hours and minutes, cold and bony fingers gently tracing shaped into your back through the layers.

"feeling any better?" will chimes up after a few minutes.

"yeah, i am."

"good, can't have my pretty doll feeling down. especially about their looks." he chuckles.

and suddenly it's hard to feel insecure about the burns as you feel his fingers gently, lovingly tracing the scarred skin of your arm to lull you into relaxation.

#william afton x reader #william afton x reader fluff #william afton fluff #ghostedéabha #ghostedéabha: william afton #éabha writes #éabha's 💌

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angelplummie · 4 years ago

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Can you do bully tendon or atsumu ???? Pls I love your work🥺🥺

SECRETS

BULLY MIYA ATSUMU X F!READER

masterlist

Warnings: bullying, verbal abuse, manipulation, negging i suppose???, angst, anger issues (once more), reference to suicide, depression, unrequited love, i want to say mommy issues, there’s no solid proof, but i just know they’re there

Atsumu was nice to you, or that’s what he told you.

He didn’t make you embarrass yourself, or give him sexual favours, or even lend him money. You should be thankful he’s so kind on you, there are much worse guys out there that would abuse the leverage he has over you, trust him, he would know.

But just because there are worse guys doesn’t stop the constant stream of texts you get from him everyday after school, sometimes in the morning if he’s up early enough.

u looked rlly gross today

maybe u should get plastic surgery, maybe then boys will want to fuck u

u should hear how they talk about u in the locker room, it’s hilarious

I should record some for u next time

also do u hear how loud you pant when you run LMAO

how do u even show up to gym without wanting to killing urself?

why don’t u ever respond?? Maybe if u grew a personality I’d lay off a bit

ur lucky I even pay attention to u, ur so boring and useless and ugly, I don’t know why I bother

u better not b thinking abt blocking this number, and u better not snitch. I’ve been nice and haven’t laid a finger on a greasy little hair of urs, but don’t push ur luck

The first couple times it happened, you couldn’t come out of your hysterics, absolutely balling, listening to ping after ping after ping.

Nowadays you hardly even read them, and you aren’t sure why he keeps doing it. He should know he’s effectively destroyed your body image by now, you don’t leave the fucking house and when you do it’s in baggy t-shirts and sweats. You don’t know what he’s after, maybe he thinks he’s sustaining it now, he’s pushed it down but he’s gotta keep it low, as if the human ego is that resilient.

Whatever it is, he keeps doing it.

And you can sense his annoyance at your indifference, he wants you to really soak in every word he says, to feel it hit you as hard as the first times, have you scrabbling at your keyboard to type ‘pls stop, why r u doing this?’

U kno what, I’m not entirely sure ur reading these.

I think what I’ll do is give u a little test tomorrow after school, u won’t mind coming to practice will u?

You roll your eyes and throw your phone on your bed. He can’t ‘test you’ over the phone?

Your phone lights up again.

Don’t fucking leave me on read when I ask u a question, will u be there after school? I’m not asking again.

You sigh and pick it back up, shooting him a quick Yes, Atsumu, and putting your phone on do not disturb. You could check in the morning if he said anything of note that he’d want to test you on, but for now, you just wanted to sleep.

Ugh, this is such a pain. I don’t wanna go to the volleyball practice. He will definitely be there, I don’t want him to see me. I don’t want anyone on the volleyball team to see me. Whatever. It’s not like I can not go, Atsumu will just do something worse. I’ll just get it over with.

The next morning, you woke in a cold sweat. It was that same fucking dream. You were in the right on the shore of a stormy ocean, but every time you tried climbing out you ended up getting dragged back in further to the grey ocean. It always ended with a tentacle wrapping around your leg and yanking you deeper, and then you’d be up.

Better check your phone, he might ask you something about it and you can’t imagine anything good coming from if you failed his impromptu quiz.

Oh, that’s weird. He only sent 1 message.

You open it, pushing hair out of your face and trying to wake yourself up a bit more.

Your heart plummets as you read the text, you can hear his stupid smug voice saying it too.

btw, if u somehow manage to mess this up, then i might slip up and tell someone something u really don’t want him to know

That fucking bastard.

That evil fucking bastard.

You wanted to scream. You can’t believe you were stupid enough to tell him at the end of second year that you still had an enormous, absolutely devastating crush on his fucking twin brother.

He wasn’t like the other boys in your year. He was gentler, he wasn’t so loud or so scary. When you spoke to him, he would actually listen.

You, him and Atsumu were actually somewhat of a trio all through first and second year, you remember the hours you spent at practice with them, watching them bicker, being the completely biased judge to settle all their disputes, cheering at their games, hiding in their closet when their mother grounded them from seeing their friends. You don’t know what happened, but you didn’t see Tsumu all summer, then when he came back he was a whole different person.

After summer, Atsumu wasn’t the only one to change. Osamu wondered why you hardly hung out anymore, why the only time he saw you was in lesson (where you thankfully sat near each other), and when he did see you, why you looked so drained, so... miserable. He didn’t push though, he didn’t want to overwhelm you, but he had to admit he was worried.

You never planned to tell Osamu how you felt, how could you? You knew you weren’t anything like what boys your age wanted. Atsumu hardly let you forget.

Did he really want you dead? Did he want you gone? Because he was acting like it. You can’t imagine what drugs he could’ve take over the summer, but he wasn’t the same kid.

You didn’t know why he hated you so much all of a sudden, but surely there’s nothing you could’ve done that would make him despise you this much. It was like he was possessed, it was bizarre.

Well, guess you have to pass his stupid fucking test, whatever the fuck that is. What does that even fucking mean anyway? Pretentious prick, thinks he’s some kind of fucking Jigsaw-type game master bitch just because he made you hate yourself or something? Egotistical asshole..

Angrily, you started preparing for the school day. This would be a long one.

Just as you had predicted, this day seems never ending. The nerves are eating you up inside, making you jittery the whole day, especially when talking to Osamu. He seemed particularly concerned today, which made your heart flutter because he was so perceptive, he should be particularly concerned today.

Finally, horribly, the end of the day rolled around. You inches your way to the gym, dragging your feet across the dirt.

Dread weighed heavy like a lump of iron in your stomach, and your hands shook when you knocked on the open door of the gym to get Atsumu’s attention. He swivelled around and smirked, beckoning you to him. You walked slowly, politely, towards him, and he revelled in the way he stood tall above you.

“Hello, Y/N.”

“Hello,” you murmured, eager to get this over with.

He asked his coach for just a few spare minutes with you, to which the coach agreed to. He gave him a warm smile and pulled you to the benches by the side.

You could see Osamu hitting spikes from the corner of your eye, you tried not to focus on him.

“Alright, before we start, lose that dead look in your eyes. You’re not a fucking corpse, stop acting like it.”

It felt surreal to talk to him in real life again, his abuse had been purely technological for so long, it felt like it wasn’t the same person. But it was. It was the Tsumu that you had shared your first kiss with at a middle school sleepover that hated you so much it made his gut churn. It was the same Tsumu that comforted you when your cat died that told you to kill yourself at least once a day. It was your previous best friend in the whole world that wanted you to suffer more than anyone ever has.

You blinked at him, and he probably decided it was a lost cause, because he carried on speaking.

“First question, how did you look yesterday?”

You took a deep breath.

“‘Really gross’”

He snorted.

“Very good. Second question, if you want boys to fuck you, what should you do?”

You stared at the ground.

“‘Get plastic surgery’”

“See, is it so hard to pay attention? You’re doing very well!”

You feel tears prick your eyes and your fists clench. You shouldn’t be crying right now. Aren’t you used to it? It shouldn’t be any different in person, but still...

“Third question, what do you do when you run?”

...

Oh no.

“I said-“

You can’t remember.

“-what do you do-“

His voice is getting louder, your gaze is fixed on his feet, trying not to panic.

What did he say about running? Why can’t you remember? You read those messages ten times over this morning to make sure, how could you forget?

“-when you run?!”

Every noise in the gym was quiet as Atsumu’s voice boomed round the hall, the only audible thing was the rebound of a forgotten volleyball hitting the ground.

“I-I can’t remember...” you whispered, desperate for the attention to be drawn away from you.

“Tsumu? Y/N? What’s going on?”

Oh god, please, anyone but him.

“Y-y-you forgot?” Atsumu mocked in a hushed tone as Osamu walked over, visibly confused.

“I thought you understood the rules, Y/N.”

“Please Atsumu, please don’t do this,” you begged breathlessly, hopelessly, pointlessly.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Are you guys fighting?” Osamus warm eyes flickered over to you, and you opened your mouth to answer before the bane of your existence spoke again.

“Y/N wants to tell you something but she’s very shy.”

“Atsumu-“

“You know maybe I should tell you for her, I wonder if she’ll be able to get the words out.”

You felt sick, you hardly even heard your own voice as you pleaded out Atsumu’s name.

Osamu stared in utter confusion as his brother turned towards him and put on his fake-kindness voice, all the while you tugged on his jersey from behind him, begging him to stop.

“Y/N actually-“

“Atsumu.” he interrupted his brother seriously. He didn’t have the slightest idea what was going on, but he knew you weren’t ok at the moment, and he knew you were distressed from your weak voice and that look on your face.

“She doesn’t want you to tell me, leave it.”

Osamu saw a flash of irritation on Atsumu’s face, making him frown.

“I think you’ll want to hear this though.”

This couldn’t be happening. You feel a bit lightheaded, a little ill. The horror of the scene unfurling in front of you had stunned you into silence.

“She has a massive crush on you, Samu! Isn’t that funny?”

You hadn’t realised how silent the gym was until Atsumu stopped talking.

Everyone’s eyes were on you.

Perfect. Just heavenly.

Before anyone could say another word, you turned to the door and walked away, footsteps reverberating around the court.

Shame and anger glazed over your eyes as you disjointedly walked past the school building, clutching your bag straps for dear life.

What the fuck was his problem?

Why did he hate you so much?

What had you ever done to deserve this?

You hated him. You fucking hated him.

As you left the school gates under the light of the setting sun, you felt a big hand on your shoulder.

Oh, I wonder who it could be, you thought dryly

Sure enough, it was evil in a fucking high schooler.

“I said you didn’t understand the rules, not that the game was over,” he drawled.

You were so over this, so fucking mad. In a way, you were set free by the fact your secret was out. You didn’t have to put up with his bullshit anymore.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you spat, shoving him away.

He looked down at you, disgruntled.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you were now openly crying, but you were so furious you couldn’t care, “I never did anything to you, I thought we were best fucking friends.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth to retaliate, probably with something arrogant but you bit back fast, temper getting the better over you.

“You can’t act like you fucking own me anymore Miya Atsumu. You don’t have shit on me anymore, so leave me the fuck alone. I don’t have to put up with you anymore, fucking wanker.”

You were losing all control of what you were saying, months and months of anger and sadness and bitterness spilled out, it was hard to stop.

“Are you happy now? Are you happy now that you’ve ruined my fucking life? Did it make you feel good? Did it make you feel big to be mean to a woman? Did you get off on that?”

“Shut-“

“You-you know what, I would’ve preferred if you made me fuck you or give you money, or whatever the fuck freaks like you want. You really are a fucking sicko, Atsumu.” you were slurring your words, choking on them through your sobs. You were sure you looked hideous, all snot and wet tears and resentment.

“You learned you could blackmail me so you, what, verbally assault me? Is that the best you could come up with? You must be the lamest excuse for a blackmailer I’ve-“

He clapped a hand over you’re mouth all of a sudden and shushed you. You hadn’t been looking in his eyes while you were ranting, but he was furious. You had never seen him this mad.

“Keep it the fuck down, noisy bitch, you want the whole team finding out?”

You bit down hard, and Atsumu hissed in pain, letting go of your face.

“I said don’t fucking touch me.”

You swivelled on your heel and stormed away as he watched you, seething and nursing his hand.

you collapse on your bed, tears threatening to drown you.

Being angry was nice, but short lived.

Now all you were left with was misery and shame and embarrassment.

Oh god, what did Osamu think of you now? Did he hate you? You hope he understood at least a little why you stopped hanging around him. You didn’t think you had the heart to tell him everything else that happened, as much as you’d like to see Atsumu get it.

Your phone chimes in your discarded bag, and you sigh, eyes puffy and tired from crying at you reach in to get it.

Oh! it’s Osamu!

you open it without thinking, immediately regret it, then proceed to read his message anyway.

Hey. ik u might not want to talk to me rn, but i just want you to know that i know what ur thinking, and i do still want to be friends. i’m sorry i can’t like u that way, and i’m sure u were never gonna tell me, but i think it’s good that i know now, cuz now u can stop ignoring me right? we can go back to like it was before yeah?

i miss u

also i’m gonna beat up atsumu, hope that makes u feel better

As you read the messages, you begin crying again, but happy tears. You didn’t realise how much you missed him until now, it felt like your first breath of fresh air in ages.

Maybe things would be alright.

For you, maybe.

Atsumu was losing his shit.

He was walking home after Osamu told their mum to leave him, coach told him to work on endurance. The cold night air was only heightening his anxiety, as he thought about how he had brashly throw away the grip he had on you.

He had lost you, and he had no one to blame but himself.

Of course, that didn’t stop him trying to blame you for ignoring him and pissing him off. He hated when you ignored him. And you seemed to do it so much, there’s only so much a man can take.

Truth is, if anyone had a massive crush, it was Atsumu. When you told him summer before 3rd year that you liked his brother better than him, that you only liked his brother, and liked him a lot, he couldn’t describe the agony of putting all the pieces together and realising you wanted Osamu, not him.

He couldn’t bear to look at you, your face made him so angry he thought he would throw up. So when you came back after the summer, looking more radiant than ever, he knew he had to do something, had to squash this glow, had to make you feel as horrible and disgusting and unwanted as he did.

It wasn’t like he would do it forever, he had a plan, just a little longer, and he would start being kind to you. He would show you that no one else would ever love you, like he did, and he knew you would believe him. You would be together, and everyone could be happy.

But his temper was hot and untameable when he was provoked, and your nonchalance was driving him insane.

He had ruined everything, but his feelings of hatred and love remained.

And he would take everything down with it.

WOO this was a wild one, thanks for sticking around till the end, hope u enjoyed! reblogs appreciated, bye love u bye 💞💞

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arvinsescape · 4 years ago

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Hi babe I got a really long BUT amazing request so here goes: how about, you’re in a relationship with Peter for like six months and you’ve been sexually active for two and one day you ask Peter, "what are your kinks, what would u like to try?I really want u to enjoy sex with me pls tell me". And he’s all like flustered and shy but then when he finally tells you, he says "Um I’ve seen some stuff on pornhub and I’d really like to dominate u ??" And ur like sooo shocked bc hes never like that but then when u agree he goes full dom mode and it really turns u on( and ur surprised ur into that stuff) n shit and pls add as muuuuuuchhhh dirty talk as u can!!! I’m so sorry that was soooo specific, if u don’t wanna write it it’s fine don’t worryyy 💜💜

A/N: Hi lovely!! Thank you so much for sending this in! I hope you enjoy 💕 Peter and reader are both over the age of 18.

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Peter, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it up, minors do not engage,), language.

You'd been with Peter for six months, you'd both been sexually active for the last two and wow, you were both very sexually active. Peter had swung round to your apartment on his lunch break the other day, just to, well, have you for lunch.

It was the weekend and Peter had come round, you'd had sex once that day, he'd followed you into the shower. You enjoyed sex with Peter, of course you did, he was the first man you'd been with that cared about you getting off and paid attention to what you actually liked. Something was bothering you, though.

You wondered if he was thoroughly enjoying it, most of the sex you had was about you and although you loved that, you truly did, you wanted to make sure he was also enjoying himself.

"Pete?" You asked, you were both in your bed, you were intending to sleep but your thoughts were keeping you awake. He hummed as he rolled onto his back.

"What are your kinks? Like what would you like to try?" You asked and Peter sat up on his elbows, looking down at you.

"What?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"I just really want you to enjoy sex with me." You said and he leant over to kiss your forehead.

"I do."

"There must be something you want to try that we haven't." You spoke and Peter moved away from you, sitting up as he ran a hand down his face.

"It doesn't matter." He said, you moved to switch the lamp on, the light illuminating his face, tips of his ears had gone red.

"Pete, you can tell me." You said as you reached out for him, placing a hand on his arm.

"I don't know, what if you're not into it?"

"We won't know if we don't try." You reasoned.

"Okay," he sighed, clearly flustered. "So, I've seen some stuff on pornhub." He started and you furrowed your brows, waiting for him to carry on. "I'd really like to dominate you." He said.

You were shocked, Peter? Your sweet Peter, careful, gentle Peter, wanted to dominate you. You'd never done anything like it before, it'd be new territory for you to, you weren't not into the idea, you just didn't know what to expect. Peter had taken your silence negatively.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a thought. We never have to do anything you don't want to." He said as he stroked his finger down your face.

"No, I think we should." You said confidently. "I've never done it before, could be fun, we might both really enjoy it."

"Seriously?" Peter asked and you nodded, biting your lip as you looked at him, excitement creeping into your system. "I love you." He spoke as he kissed your forehead, the two of you drifting into sleep.

You woke up, feeling for Peter on his side of the bed, but he wasn't there. You furrowed your brows, looking around the room, not finding him. You flopped back down onto the bed, thinking about last nights conversation. You were excited, very excited, you felt yourself grow needy between your legs, needy for your boyfriend.

It wasn't long before he made an appearance, glass of water in hand as he placed it on the nightstand, looking down at you.

"Morning." He said, his morning voice not helping your situation between your legs.

"Hey." You smiled back at him. Peter watched you for a while, he looked like he was waiting for something, you weren't sure what until you stretched out. You gasped as you felt your hands make contact with the headboard, almost forcefully.

You looked up and bit your lip, he'd webbed you to the headboard. You couldn't believe your bodies response to the action, growing wetter as you grew more excited about what he was going to do next.

"You look so good like that." Peter said, voice laced with lust and you sighed out in pleasure as he nipped at your collarbones. "So hot." He said and you weren't sure if he was talking about how you looked or your body temperature that had risen. His hand trailing down your body, hand splayed out on your stomach.

"Pete." You practically begged, surprising yourself. You weren't sure you'd be into this but fuck, you were wrong. You were so into this, this side of Peter was doing this to you that you'd never experienced before.

"Shh, baby, I'm gonna take care of you." Fuck, you were his, completely willing to do whatever he wanted. He trailed a finger through your folds, groaning at how wet you were, it was for definite the wettest you'd ever been. "So fucking wet for me." He said.

You wished he'd been more vocal in your previous encounters, it was making you almost primal for him, if you weren't tied down you'd be pulling him all over you. You didn't want him to stop, wanted to see what else he was going to do.

"If you want me to stop just say so." He said huskily into your ear, you'd realised over the last two months that consent is very important to him. "Gonna make you come for me pretty girl."

He teased your entrance, circling his fingers around you, never entering, just teasing. You whimpered at the contact, you enjoyed the teasing, enjoyed how hot it made you feel, how much more excited you grew.

"That's it baby, let me hear those beautiful little sounds you make." He whispered into your ear, nibbling on the lobe. You were growing hotter and wetter by the second, your body responding to him in ways you'd never imagined.

It wasn't long before he slid a finger into you and you sighed in pleasure at the contact. Hips lifting from the bed as you tried to send his finger in deeper. Peter using his free hand to pin your hips back down.

"You'll take what I give you princess." He said, lips sucking your collarbone. "I'll decide how deep you're gonna have my fingers inside you." He said, command to his tone, completely the opposite to his usual tone, you liked it. He added a second finger, curling them up to brush your g spot.

You moaned as he continued to brush against it, enough to stimulate you but not enough to have your orgasm build. Your moaning continued as he continued to place kisses along your collarbone, you were sweating now, the heat having risen so much.

He moved his thumb and placed it onto your throbbing clit, you threw your head back, back arching off the mattress, a moan of his name leaving your lips. He looked at you in awe for a second, drinking in the way you reacted to his touch.

"That's it baby, take what I'm giving you. Come for me like the good girl I know you are." He said and your legs began to shake, orgasm building, as he brushed your g spot and circled your clit, firm, building your orgasm slowly.

You pulled against the webbing, wanting to run your hands through his hair. "Peter." You moaned out, walls clenching around his fingers. "That's it baby, let everyone know who's making you feel this good, so needy for my fingers aren't you?" It was a question that didn't need an answer, you loved his fingers lodged deep into you.

Your moans and breathing had become irregular, you were so close, right on the edge. "Come. Let everyone hear those beautiful sounds, tell everyone who making you feel this good." He said, sucking on your sweet spot, the skin just below your ear.

That was it, you came with a scream of his name and legs shaking. He fucked you through your high, your senses became almost muffled as your orgasm ripped through you, one of the best you'd ever experienced. You expected him to remove his fingers, but he didn't, he continued to rub your now sensitive clit as you continued to pant and moan for him.

"Want another one sweetheart. Can you give me another?" He asked, almost demanding tone. You'd never felt pleasure like it, his fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves as he appeared to hone in on your pleasure. "Words." He said, lips now taking a nipple into his mouth.

"I, Pete, I don't. Feels so good." You moaned, words jumbled as the pleasure consumed you, every part of you felt like it was on fire. New orgasm building as he continued to rub your clit, fingers brushing more firmly against your g spot.

"Look at you. Can't even string a sentence together, wonder what you'll be like when I fill you up with my cock. Is that what you want? To come on my cock." He said, he was watching you in awe again. Body shaking, head thrown back into the pillow, his eyes darkened as he watched you.

"Gonna fuck you so hard baby. Fuck you into this bed until you can't think straight." He said and you fell over the edge again, your body writhing in pleasure as you pulled against the webbing, head thrown deeper into the pillow, vision turning white.

The pleasure was so intense this time around, so much better than anything you'd ever experienced. He fucked you through your second high, your clit now incredibly sensitive as you tried to move your hips away from his touch.

"Pete, it's too, it's too much." You moaned and he hummed as he carefully removed his fingers, now completely covered in both of your orgasms. He locked eyes with you, placing his fingers into his mouth.

"Taste so good, so fucking sweet. Can't get enough of you." He said once he'd licked his fingers clean. You needed a minute before he fucked you, he knew that, giving you a minute to calm down as he placed attentive kisses along your shoulders, hands rubbing your still shaking thighs.

"Did so well for me baby, so fucking good for me. I'm so proud of you." Fuck, you were in love with this man. Never had anyone ever pleased you the way he did and just had.

"Want you to fuck me Pete." You said, ready for the railing you were about to receive, walls clenching and unclenching around nothing.

"Since you've been so good for me, I think I can give you what you want. You want my cock, don't you?" He said as you nodded your head and he tutted. "What have I said about words?"

"Fuck me, Peter please. Just want your cock." You begged, hips raising off the bed in an effort to get him closer. He was now wedged between your legs, body on top of yours.

"As you wish my princess." He said, moving a piece of sweaty hair from your face. He placed himself inside you, both of you moaning at the contact. "Fuck, you're so goddam tight." He hissed as he fisted the bedsheets next to your head.

Your last two orgasms had caused you to be tighter than usual, you could feel every inch of him, every vein. You both moaned, fuck he felt amazing. He drew back before slamming into you, body moving further up the bed as he did.

"Fuck." You moaned, eyes rolling back into your head. His fists were still fisting the sheets as he fucked you into the mattress, every thrust jolting your body and fuck, this felt amazing.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so well." He praised as he continued to fuck into you, it was raw, hot, a third orgasm building. "Gonna come around my cock like the filthy little cumslut I know you can be." He said and shit, that drove you insane.

You were close, this was the first time in your life, you felt an orgasm build with no clit stimulation and Peter seemed to be the only man who could do that for you. It wasn't long before you went over the edge for a third time, this orgasm sending you into an almost frenzy.

You were hot, the third orgasm causing you to squeeze around him in a way that sent him over the edge, with a 'fuck' and moan of your name. You lost every sense for a moment as your body filled with nothing but pleasure.

Peter watched as your body fell into absolute bliss, something he'd never seen before, he was almost awestruck watching the way you climaxed, you looked so beautiful to him. He ripped the webbing from around you, allowing your hands to fall.

He took them in his own, interlacing your fingers, anchoring you as he pinned them next to your head, fucking you through the most intense orgasm he'd ever been apart of. He watched as your body stilled, eye shut and he panicked.

"Baby, hey, you okay?" He asked as he coaxed your eyes open. When he was met with your completely fucked out expression he relaxed. You were okay.

He rolled off you, clean up could wait, pulling you into his side. "You okay?" He asked carefully and you hummed.

"We need to do that more often." You said and Peter smiled, kissing your forehead.

"We certainly will but how about a bath right now?" He asked and watched as you lazily nodded before trying to make your own way there. You almost collapsed, Peter catching you.

"I don't think my legs work right now." You giggled and Peter smirked, full of pride.

"Let me take care of you Princess, did such a good job for me." He said as he picked you up bridal style and made his way towards the bathroom, to clean you up and look after you in whatever way you needed.

#peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fluff #peter parker

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ayamturd · 4 years ago

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enough│dream team

summary: y/n is overwhelmed and hits a breaking point. luckily, her boys are always there for her.

warnings: angst to fluff, light cursing

pairing: real-life platonic!dream team

a/n: was trying to write comfort drabble but got carried away, oops— pls feel free to comment or give feedback!

wc: (1.4k) - m.list

Falling face-first onto the safe haven of your couch, you felt as if you could cry from exhaustion.

Today was long, longer than usual. From pulling an all nighter to barely finish the analysis essay you put off to the very last minute, struggling to understand the notes in most (if not all) of your online classes, to the torturous hours at work dealing with difficult coworkers and harsh customers, to say you were emotionally, physically, and mentally drained was an understatement.

Despite the numerous assignments you knew were waiting to be completed, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The stress of simply worrying about them was already enough to drown your thoughts as you smothered your face into the pillow cushions. Before the raging thoughts could continue to ring though, the discord notification quietly broke the empty space, the phone being previously thrown somewhere on the floor.

The bright screen blinded you as you brought the phone towards your face and answered the call with blurred eyes. “Hello?”

“Aye, nice to know you’re not dead!” What?

“Sap, what the hell do you want?” The lack of sleep was present in your quip tone. You probably would have apologized upon realizing if you could think straight.

“Geeez, no need to get all upset. Was just wondering if you were still planning on joining the stream.”

“Stream? What stream?” As if answering your own question, you pulled the phone away to check the date and sat up in slight panic. Fuck. “Shit! I didn’t realize that was today, I thought it was still Thursday!”

Sapnap laughed, but it didn’t help calm your nerves at all. “Honestly, you’re fine. We were just wondering what happened since you weren’t answering any of our messages.” You scrolled through the boys’ messages from the past hour asking where you were.

“Ahh, but still, I’m so sorry. I just got home but let me set up and I’ll be there in the next five minutes or so.”

“You sure? It’s fine if you don’t wanna, s’just a chill stream while we speed run and shit.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I promised and haven’t hung out with you guys in a while anyway.” Rising slowly from the couch, you stretched with a groan and headed to your bedroom to quickly change into something comfortable.

“Alright, nice. I’ll tell the guys, see you then.” You hummed a bye and closed your phone. Slipping out of your dirty uniform and putting on something loose, you collapsed into your office chair and turned on your monitors. You weren’t in the greatest mood if you were being honest with yourself, but you would feel bad if you fell through with plans and didn’t want to disappoint anyone. You tried to force down any negative thoughts before entering the call.

“—eorge! What?!” Clay’s signature yell practically made your ears bleed when adjusting the headphones on your head. You were quick to turn down the volume.

“What are you idiots up to now?” you asked, letting the boys know of your presence.

“Y/n! glad you finally decided to join us!” George remarked. You could hear the stupid grin on his face while loading up the game, and scowled at your screen as if he could see it. “Shut it, Gogy. I was busy and it slipped my mind.”

“Mhmmm, suuure. You totally weren’t ignoring us for the past hour or so.” The cheeky little bitch.

“Hey, just cause the girls you hit up don’t respond doesn’t mean every girl in the world is ignoring you!”

You could hear Clay wheeze as George and you began your usual bickering. Wanting to entertain their streams, you tried to interact and talk with each of the boys as much as possible, but you felt the high of speaking with friends significantly drop as the night continued on.

The events of the day and the sensitive thought of meeting expectations and your inability to do so were starting to creep onto you. Even your game play was off as you died the fifth time in a row within the first 3 minutes again; the growing frustration made you tear up and get more angry at yourself. Who sucks at a block game and starts crying about it?

You didn’t realize you had gone silent until Clay called your name. “Yeah, Dream?”

“I ended the stream a few minutes after George and Sap, no need.” Oh. You must’ve spaced out and not noticed. When did George and Sapnap end stream?

Letting out a sigh, you responded, “my bad Clay, I wasn’t paying attention.”

George began speaking. “You okay tonight, y/n? It’s been awhile since we last actually talked and you got pretty quiet at the end there. I thought you were afk at first but could hear your keyboard.”

“I’m good, just tired.” You struggled to make a smile, barely convincing yourself as is.

“I don’t know, even when you’re tired, you’re not dead silent and completely zone out.”

“Yeah, what’s up with you today? I know you said you were at work but it’s not like you to forget things completely.”

“Plus you weren’t really fighting back that last argument. I know I’m amazing at Minecraft but I didn’t expect you to—“ You let out a stuttered breath and choked back a sob at their words, the heavy weight of the day finally crashing on you.

You could hear George try to apologize for something he could have done to upset you and swallowed your silent hiccups to respond. “Don’t, George. Please. Trust me when I say you didn’t do anything wrong.”

The call went silent before Clay spoke up. “Then what is wrong, y/n? You can’t tell us something isn’t bothering you, we just want to help.” Now that opened the floodgates. Your breathing became irregular as more tears came into view. If the boys were talking, you couldn’t hear anything they were saying. You felt awful for forcing them to listen to you cry your emotions out, but Sapnap was quick to softly console you when you pathetically began to repeat broken sorry’s.

Eventually your sobs became sniffs as you calmed yourself while listening to George tell you to breathe in and out. The call became relatively silent once more.

“I’m so sorr—”

“Y/n,” Clay firmly stated, “never say sorry for something that isn’t your fault. You’re okay, okay?” You sniffed and nodded to his words, replying with a soft okay.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” George was more gentle then before, him trying his best to comfort you in comparison to his joking manner.

“I— I’m just so tired. Tired of school, t—tired of work, tired of trying to keep up with everything. I feel like I can’t breathe and it hurts. A—and I can’t help but hate myself for not being able to keep up with my own responsibilities and shit. I just, why am I not good enough?” The pause of silence was deafening and you looked desperately at the boys’ icons for an answer before screwing your eyes shut.

Clay was first to respond. “Y/n, I know that right now everything feels hard and stacked up against you, but please trust me when I say it gets better. I know you said it’s been hard to breathe but you have to let yourself. You shouldn’t hate yourself for not being able to keep up, it’s just a sign you need to step away and give yourself a break. You’re not alone, okay? I’m here, George is here, S—“

“I’m here,” Sapnap interrupted. Clay let out a murmured groan while George scolded him for talking. “Oh, uh, sorry…” You giggled slightly.

“What I’m sure Clay was trying to say before is, you have us to back you up, alright? Struggling to take on your own responsibilities isn’t something to feel alone in, everyone needs support and we’ll always be yours. You are good enough. You’re too good for your own good that you won’t let yourself see it.” They collectively chuckled at George’s words. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You slowly nodded while still grasping everything they said, a warmth replacing the shuddered breaths as you exhaled. “I do, yeah.” You couldn’t help but feel touched by their attentiveness and genuinely smiled. “Thank you guys, for listening and calming me down. It means a lot.”

“Course, y/n.” Sapnap reassured. “We love you and all that shit.”

“I love you guys and all that shit too.”

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream team x reader #dteam x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #dream team x f!reader #dteam x f!reader

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incoherentbabblings · 4 years ago

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Is it too late to ask for more asks? 'Cos if not how about (separate pls), 2, 20, 43, 70, 77, 87, 95, 100 if possible? Thanks, I love your writing and all your AO3 fics, they are just so well written.

Last one! Anon I won't do all of these, as some were requested in previous asks, and I have written a bit too much over this week, but here's one last one for this fic game. Consider it a preview? A taster? A possibility? Of a fic I wanna write over the winter. Subject to many changes certainly, or not being written at all. I dunno. Anyway, last one! The fics from the past two weeks will be going up on Ao3 over the weekend, thank you for playing guys!

Birthday Ask Game

70. “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

He found her in the library. He should have expected as much. It was where they first met, where they had spent most of their time getting to know each other. It was where Tim had developed a crush on her, guiltily broken up with his boyfriend, met her boyfriend, learned she was Robin, learned that her boyfriend was about six stops from crazy town, had their first kiss, first fight… honestly, how Miss Gordon hadn’t fired Stephanie and banned Tim for life was beyond him.

Still, his heart broke as he wandered up into the reference library, and found her crumpled up on the floor, tucked away and hidden in an aisle that was so rarely visited. She had a textbook of some kind open on her lap, and her cheeks were ruddy and wet.

“Steph…” Tim whispered.

She looked up at him, mournful but not surprised, then returned to reading. She spoke quietly, and Tim stood still at the end of the aisle, listening intently to her speech.

“You know, they once did group therapy sessions, at some Ivy League school, for people with narcissistic personality disorder. It took three weeks before their first names were mentioned. That’s how self-involved they can be. I mean, it’s not malicious always. Not in that group, definitely. It just never crossed their minds to ask what the other members were called. They’re not bad people. One person left and never came back because the group leader yawned, and they thought it was at them, despite them not even speaking at the time. They were so embarrassed at the thought that they were being made fun of. And we all think like that sometimes, right? That anxiety and worry at how others see you. But you try and remind yourself, the world and its people don’t revolve around you. You train yourself to learn perspective. So… it’s not that they’re bad people, it’s just… certain behaviours can crop up. And if no-one calls it out, or, worse, if they’re rewarded for thinking and behaving a certain way… why change? You know? It can lead to entitlement, and jealousy, and manipulative behaviour. You can’t control your emotions and how you feel a lot of the time, but you can… you can control your actions and behaviour. At least, that’s what I think.”

Tim moved to sit next to her. He closed the heavy book, then took her hand.

“You aren’t responsible for him. What he did. What he said. What he will keep doing.”

She nodded, gnawing her lip. She had a feeling Bruce would disagree. Weakly, she muttered a simple, “Yeah.”

Daringly, Tim reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He didn’t miss the way she leaned towards his hand as he did so.

“And no playing armchair psychologist Steph. No good comes of that. The guy is not your responsibility. Nothing you could have said or done would have made him… made him better.”

She screwed up her eyes. “Yeah.”

Tim looked up and down the aisle, hearing no-one else wandering around. “Did you come here for the quiet?” he asked. “Do you want to go back to your dorm?”

“I don’t feel safe there anymore.”

Stephanie scrubbed at her red eyes, and Tim's heart broke.

“Mine then?”

Her expression splintered, and she gave a horrible wheezy breath, air strangling in her throat. She gaped at him, disbelieving.

“You can’t want anything to do with me after all of this.”

“What? Will you consider me as crazy as one of your psychology case studies if I say yes?”

“That’s a shitty thing to say. It’s not a joke, Tim,” she chided. “Don’t say things like that. My ex, my… my job. You nearly died. For the sake of what?”

“For you.”

What he intended to be reassuring only further distressed her. “Stop it.”

“I’m not lying,” he urged, voice rising a bit too high. “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“Oh! Oh! Oh my God.” She began to fidget, tossing the book far away from herself, fingers twitching wildly and gasping wildly, like there wasn't enough air in the room.

“I’m serious!”

Her eyes, pretty blue eyes, were as wide as dinner plates when she responded, voice a paradoxically loud hiss. “I know you are! But what on Earth are you doing saying it like that? You can't just... declare things in that manner!”

“What? Honestly?” He watched as Stephanie got to her feet, marching up and down the aisle. She stepped so firmly she was leaving imprints in the stained carpet. He remained cross legged on the floor. “I wouldn’t have put myself through that if I didn’t think you were worth it. I love you Steph. I want to help people. I think we can do that together.”

She stopped her incessant marching at the end of the aisle, and looked back at him. The affection was shining in her eyes.

“I love you too,” she whispered, only to resume marching. “But”-

“But…” Tim quietly repeated.

“But you two need to leave. We’re closing in five minutes.”

The pair jumped, Stephanie squeaking, Tim leaping to his feet. A wheelchair rolled into view at Stephanie’s end of the aisle, and Miss Gordon was staring at them, unimpressed.

“Bad breakups and tortured declarations are all very fitting of this setting, but it’s past ten. Go home already, Stephanie.”

“But Babs”—

Barbara blinked behind her thick glasses. Her hair was sticking up at odd angles, and there were distinct dark circles reaching her cheek bones. Seemed she’d had a rough day too.

“For the love of God, Stephanie. There’s a nice boy wanting to help you. Maybe say yes and stop overcomplicating things, hmm?”

The two women had some unspoken conversation, until finally, Barbara rolled backwards, away and out of sight.

“Get out of my library you two! Come on lovebirds! Hurry up!” she called. There was a threat in her tone, but also something maternal and good humoured too.

Stephanie whirled back around, having been forced into a decision by the college librarian. “I’ll go to yours if you promise no funny business.”

Tim shook his head and held up his hands. “I’ll be saint-like.”

Stephanie narrowed her eyes. “You’re not a member of some weird cult?”

“Not even Scientology.”

“You’re not interested in me because of… my-my boss… are you?”

Tim clicked his tongue. “He’s more of a negative than a perk to being with you. To be honest.”

“And you won’t go after any friends of mine if we have a fight?”

“Friends? Not… not more?”

Stephanie pressed her hands to her mouth and nose, cupping her face so he couldn’t see her blush.

“Stop flirting.”

Tim took off his denim jacket, holding out the arms for her. “Can’t help it. I said I’d be saint-like, not made of stone. Come on, it’s cold out.”

She observed him for a short while, a tentative hopefulness in her expression. Tim resolved to nurture it. Slowly, she nodded, smiling softly to herself, and allowed him to slide her arms into the sleeves. Pulling it in close, she inhaled deeply. Tim grinned jauntily.

“Let’s go home?”

She leapt into his arms. He caught her and squeezed tight. It felt like he had been doing the action for all his life, so easily and comfortably she fit in his hold. He could hear the smile in her voice when she replied,

“Home.”

#dc #my fic tag #tim drake #stephanie brown #timsteph

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pjisskullourful · 4 years ago

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Hey. I know you get a lot of messages about requests and when fics are going to be published.

But i just wanna remind you and i am sure i am not alone when i say this : your fics are incredible ( from characterisation of the members to the way you include very serious issues in your fics) . The range of topics you approach is insane just browsing in all the parts and sneak peeks of 'gay enough' is enough evidence. And as an Ethan fangirl i can say i am spoiled and smitten for Ethan in gay enough and the way he gently teaches Y/n about kinky stuff. More fluff of this king pls.

And i wanna thank you cause i can say that seeing and reading your fics got me back into writing my own (i never published anything anywhere cause i got scared of mean people of the internet).

This was meant to be a short sweet message to hopefully brighten your day since you said previously you haven t felt your best lately. But i began to ramble hahaha.

Remember to keep writing, stay fabulous, stay kinky and be 100 precent yourself. Hugs from a fellow Drag race fanatic and Naomi Smalls stan.

omg naomi is everrrrrryyythiiiingggg!! absolutely flawless queen who i adore with my wholeheart 💓

thankyousomuch hunnipie❣️ thats so lovely, that really warms my heart/lifts my spirits

so flattering to get confirmation that im doing a good job of getting the characterisation of our lovely italianos correct✅ cos nothing can kill a mood quicker than- no no damiano would never dothat!

im so glad/relieved/grateful that everyone is so receptive to me putting serious issues for discussion into my filth. cos it doesnt need to be this level of deep- right? it could be just PWP. but yall let me go indeep& add a weight& let me say something beyond just pretty people do pretty things& get naked& sexinessss. its really great to feel that i can stand for something even in my depravity

rest assured- always more ethan. i have nothing but time& attention for that baby daddy💕

youknow- i've had alot of negative experiences inmy life existing on the internet so i totally get wanting to protect yourself from it. aslong as youre enjoying what youre doing- fuck the rest of the noise. sometimes we have to be our biggest fans-- if you want to keep your material close to your chest then do it. nurture your words in whatever makes sense for you, if outside noise isnt nourishing-- reject it!

#pj answers #naomi= baenomi

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v-hope · 5 years ago

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can you pls write a drabble about doing makeup on taehyung when you’re bored while he’s playing games 🥺

Taehyung was never the one to question your actions, no matter how actually questionable they were.

So, when he was sitting in front of his computer as he played the third round of PUBG with his friends that evening and you decided to sit on his lap, he said nothing — if anything, placing his arms around your figure, so you were now trapped in between them as his eyes kept fixed to the screen and his hands stuck to the keyboard.

And it was precisely because his entire focus was on the game, that he didn’t notice you had brought your makeup bag with you.

Silently opening it and rummaging through it as you considered your options for the work of art you planned to make on his face, you settled for a dark shade of blue that would match the plain t-shirt he had been wearing that day.

“Close” you ordered simply a couple of seconds later, holding a small brush with the colour you had chosen right in front of his left eye.

And although he did not question what you wanted to do right then, his answer was still a negative shake of his head.

“Can’t” he replied just as simply, earning a small huff from you.

“Please?” you pressed a small kiss to his cheek, causing the corners of his lips to unconsciously curve up.

“I don’t wanna lose” he pouted, tilting his head a bit to the side so he could get a better view. “Last round and then I’ll let you put all the makeup you want on me, I promise”.

“Babyyy,” you whined. “I’m bored now” it was your turn to pout, letting your forehead fall to his shoulder. “Please, just close one eye. You can still play like that”.

Taehyung sighed over dramatically.

“Okay” he gave in sooner than you expected, pressing a brief kiss to the crown of your head. “If you make me lose though, I wi—”

“Shh,” you shut him up by placing your thumb against his lips, gently cupping his face to keep him still. “You won’t. Now stay still”.

Just like that, he did as told; closing the same eye you had tried to paint before, and staying as still as he could giving the circumstances — the way he would tilt his head slightly away from you whenever the brush tickled his skin as you mixed different shades on it, or whenever you unintentionally blocked the view of the game for him, could only turn this entire ‘decently putting some makeup on your boyfriend’ thing a lot harder for you.

However, after a good couple of minutes, you were able to finish his eyes with a satisfied smile in your face.

Staring at him lovingly as you appreciated both his naturally gorgeous face and the good work you had managed to do on it, you planted a soft kiss to the tip of his nose before your eyes went back down to your makeup bag.

“I wanted to put some mascara on you, but since it would be way harder right now and you don’t want to lose...” you explained as your eyes were fixed on the bag while you looked for something, contently smiling when you got the chapsticks you had been looking for. “Strawberry?” you asked, knowing well enough that was his favourite flavour on you. “Or grape?”

“Which one makes you want to kiss me more?”

A small laugh escaped your mouth at that being his main concern. “Oh, I feel like kissing you no matter what flavour your lips are”.

“Then yeah, strawberry” he nodded.

Mumbling a small ‘okay’, you took the lid off the chapstick, laughing under your breath the moment your boyfriend puckered his lips up for you to apply it on him, which you didn’t wait to ever so delicately do.

“You look so pretty~” you cooed once you were done, having him lock his eyes with yours for a brief second before his stare went back to the screen — this time, with a small smile curving up his pink lips.

And it was that same smile that made his pretty lips stand out right then, the one that had you not being able to keep yourself from pressing a sweet kiss to his mouth — one that made him close his eyes in a heartbeat, later giving in to the way your lips massaged his and your tongue tasted the pleasant strawberry flavour covering his mouth.

“You’re gonna make me lose” he managed to breathily say in between kisses, earning a chuckle out of you at the way his mouth said one thing yet did another by deepening the kiss.

“Don’t worry,” your voice came out muffled as he trapped your lips in his when you had faintly tilted your head back. “I’m done here so I’ll leave you to it now”.

With that said, and much to his disappointment, you pulled away. Only to have his hands wander their way up your back and to your shoulders to keep you in place, not allowing you to stand up from off his lap.

“Did I tell you to stop though?” he raised a daring eyebrow.

You shook your head in amusement, letting your forehead rest on his. “A little conflicted, aren’t we?”

Taehyung said nothing at your taunting words, only rolling his eyes before he trapped your bottom lip in between his. “Not conflicted at all,” he argued, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist. “Just want you to keep kissing me”.

It was fair to say, he ended up losing that round. Although it really did not feel like losing at all considering he got to feel your mouth against his for as long as he wanted to that evening.

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ashiiixoxo · 5 years ago

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hey, I really like your writing and I saw that you are going to write for Obey me! can you do demon brothers reaction to depressed MC? I've been feeling kinda down lately so I need some support from my fave boys.

Heyy ^-^ thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my writing so far. I hope you will feel better soon again and if you feel like it you can always talk to me :)

the seven demon brothers reacting to a depressed MC

Lucifer

this man will notice, like immediately. you started eating less, looked more pale and stayed in your room most of the time. he would be sure that there is something wrong with you.

he would probably keep a close eye on you, when he realizes you aren't getting better he’ll get worried and call you to his room later at night.

will ask if something is bothering you. if you tell him no, he will point out how you barely ate and stayed in your room.

Lucifer won't take no for answer, but he won't ask in detail if you don't feel like sharing.

he respects that you won't share the issue with him and will try to cheer you up (when you two are alone though)

if you get homesick he’ll try to talk to diavolo and have you go back to the human world for a day or a few hours.

Lucy will definitely accompany you when you go to the human world

if its mentally, he will respect that but will do subtle things to keep you out of the negative thoughts.

“oh y/n, i got some new tea’s. want to try them out with me?” tea date with Lucifer is his room? I think hell yes

will pour you a cup of green tea, since if helps against depression.

Mammon

won't really notice at first

but then you started pushing him away

you didn't allow him to spend time in your room because you wanted to be alone.

will think that he did something to upset you and now his human doesn't want him

“fine, I’ll just go to Solomon. at least he likes my presence.😤”

well done Mammon you just made them feel even more like shit.

simeon, luke and Solomon will point out to Mammon that you seem depressed.

wil be like ??? and then it hits him

MAN WILL RUN BACK TO THE HOUSE OF LAMENTATION

barges into your room and jumps on you. “why didn't you tell me you were depressed???”

realises you were actually crying before he barged into your room.

P A N I C

doesn't really know what to do but will hug you because his human is crying and it breaks his heart.

“please stop crying, pls stop crying.” he's been saying that for the past hour and doesn't notice the fact that you fell asleep in his arms :)

will stay in your room until you wake up again

when you wake up, he’ll scold you for not telling him “you fragile human”

will cling to you 24/7 until you feel better again

Leviathan

doesn't realise the first two or three days.

but then he’s like?? “why isn't y/n hanging out with me anymore?”

you always watch him game or you two watch anime together and suddenly you stopped.

next day will pay attention to you.

????

WHY ARE YOU SO PALE?? WHY ARENT YOU EATING?? thinks you're sick at first.

you aren't interacting with anyone at school.

worried ™

buys you a plushie

wants to give you the plushie he got from Akuzon and walks in on you crying instead.

drops the plushie poor plushie crouches next to you and asks what's wrong

lets you cry and will make a joke like “are you crying because of banana fish? because same.” realises this isn't anime related and you're actually not doing fine.

will grab the plushie and stroke your hair until you stop crying.

“want to talk about it?”

he will be really gentle

Satan

notices immediately

asks you why you aren't eating anything

will keep a close eye on you until someone else mentions the change in your demeanor.

if it goes on for longer than a week he will confront you about it.

just like Lucifer, he won't take no for answer.

you better tell him what's wrong because he won't leave your room until you do.

will keep whatever you told him to himself but will hang out in your room to make sure nothing happens.

if its like,, bad bad type of depressed. he will feel the need to accompany you all the time.

might take you out on study dates or dates to the royal Library.

instead of having you cry yourself to sleep he will read you something.

he doesn't really know how to handle emotions but I feel like he would read books about depression and how to help you and stuff.

“I read in one of the books that there are pressure points that help against depression.” once he reads about pressure points he will get himself a book about acupressure.

doctor Satan it is.

Asmodeus

will point out everything since he likes being around you

“you know that a bad sleeping schedule is bad for your skin.”

notices that you won't spend time with him and stay in your room.

“hey y/n! I got new body cream, rose scented, wanna try~” ignored

it drives him crazy that he can't cuddle you or touch you in the way he wants to.

w h i n i n g

Asmo will whine about the fact that you’re being distant and you’re ignoring him

“am I being too much to y/n?” “what if she doesn't like me anymore??”

p a n i c 2.0

kidnaps you from your bed

your eyes are puffy and he doesn't like it.

“were you crying?” you shake your head but its pretty clear

asks you what's bothering you

up to you if you tell him or not

he respects your boundaries as long as he's allowed to hold you.

will help you with a quick skin care routine so it won't be tiring to you.

buys you lavender scented soap, bath salt, body spray, body cream, anything lavender scented because it helps against depression and helps you sleep better too.

makes you take baths with him.

m u s t m a k e y / n r e l a x

Beelzebub

mainly notices that you aren't eating at all.

thinks you're having just a bad day

turns out you've been barely eating for two weeks.

feels bad and saves some food for you.

goes to your room to give you your food.

accidentally ate your food on his way to your room

😔😔

will ask why you aren't eating

“humans are fragile and you should eat more or you’ll get weak.”

actually made you smile when he told you he ate your food by accident.

when you tell him why you aren't eating he’ll feel sad.

pulls you into a bone crushing hug.

he wants to see you eat even if it isn't a full portion.

Belphegor

he always sleeps with you so why don't you want him to stay in your room anymore

first you tell him you got schoolwork to do “so? I can still sleep on your bed while you're working. I won't bother you.”

but you insist that he should sleep in his own room.

finally gives in and goes to his own room.

he can't really fall asleep without you so he quietly goes back to your room.

you’re having a mental breakdown

well shit

stays quiet but then he sees how much you’re crying and goes to hug you, tightly.

presses his pillow against you while hugging.

“y/n are you depressed?” you don't say anything

why say something when he witnessed it already.

“dont hurt yourself please” boy is about to cry with you

will take naps with you all the time from now on because he doesn't want to see you cry anymore

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tsukikento · 5 years ago

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Empathetic Ch. 3

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: After your mom, the number 1 hero in America, gets offered a teaching position at U.A., you two pack up your things and head to Musutafu, Japan to start a new life. Pressure for you in America was at an all-time high, and now you're in Japan, where almost no one knows you, or your family's past.

This tale starts on your first day of class where your new teacher decides the best way for you to fit in is to fight against the strongest person in your class: Bakugou Katsuki.

Warnings/Genre: This piece will feature some angst and reference to an abusive parent, if you are ever worried about other tw’s feel free to send me an ask and I will let you know. There will also be fluff, slight angst, pining, and slowburn

A/N: This is also posted on ao3 under @allie_win. I’m transferring it over here, pls let me know if you like it! I love your comments! Just a note that any italics means thoughts.

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As someone who could manipulate emotions, it was hard not to be an emotional person. Everything you felt was tenfold what another person could feel.

It could be great! Like when you were happy or serene. But it could also be bad, like when you were anxious or depressed.

It took you quite some time for you to be able to control your emotions. You had to make sure you didn’t get too excited in front of others because it could freak people out. It was even worse when you were dealing with more negative emotions. You also had to make sure you had coping mechanisms for when you were stressed, in order to function like others. The hardest to fight against was your anger.

You worked hard throughout the years to keep your fury and rage down.

You still remembered sparring with your brother when he was 15 and you were 11. He had beat you time and time again and eventually you were so angry that you let yourself slip and charged straight at him. He easily blasted you back with his flames and scarred your midriff with a burn that was still healing.

You had felt crazy, like you couldn’t control anything. Your emotions swept you up like ocean waves and tumbled you through a sea of hatred. Finally, you got a better hold of concealing and coping with such emotions, and anger was one you thought you mastered.

And yet, here you were. Up in your room at 2 in the morning, reliving your conversation with Bakugou from an hour ago, comparing your anger from a few hours ago to the anger you felt when you were 11.

You felt like such an idiot, and you had no one to blame but yourself. You were one who got angry first. Not Bakugou. You can’t say that Bakgou’s anger made you angry because he simply asked you a question. You wished you could take it back. You wished you could have just told Bakugou that it’s sad and a bit personal, but that maybe one day you would tell him. Then you could have thanked him for the food and cleaned the dishes.

But no. Your loud mouth just had to get mad. How dare he ask you a question that was obviously personal?

You sighed and rotated in your bed, pushing your face into your pillow and groaning. You felt like such an idiot and you knew you should apologize, but apologizing to Bakugou was more than difficult. Why would he, in the first place, wanna talk to you? And on top of that, when you apologized, he would probably just laugh in your face, call you a moron, and walk away.

Fuck.

You grabbed your phone and turned on a playlist that helped you fall asleep. You let the music take you away, hoping that your next day was better, seeing as it was only the second school day of the week.

Tuesday started quickly.

You had forgotten to set an alarm and was woken up 30 minutes before you had to leave for class. You jumped out of bed and thanked Ashido for waking you before throwing on your school uniform and making sure your earbuds were still in.

You knew you had enough time to get ready but were disappointed in not being able to go on your morning run. You had washed your face last night and decided to skip doing it again because you were low on time and not very sweaty without your morning run.

You grabbed a select amount of toiletries as well as your school bag and rushed downstairs. You brushed your teeth, fixed your hair, and applied minimal makeup in the communal bathroom. You opted for leaving everything in the bathroom because you were out of time. Once ready, you grabbed one of the many protein bars in the kitchen and followed Ashido and Toru outside.

From there, the day slowed down drastically.

With no morning run to wake you up, your brain was running on nothing and the lectures you had throughout the day dragged on. It especially didn’t help that your whole body ached from your argument. Your mind clouded itself with thoughts of what you could have done better. Your stomach churned at the thought of how much Bakugou must hate you now. And your heart begged to go back in time and answer Bakugou no matter how personal.

Dumb.

People are not supposed to listen to their hearts all the time for a good reason. Telling Bakugou would have been a bigger mistake than how you actually reacted.

At one point, you decided to get up and take a walk to the bathroom, hoping it would wake you up. However, you quickly realized that you still had no idea where anything was and so after wandering for a couple of minutes, you decided to give up and just go back to class.

When you came back in, the sound of the door caused a few people to look towards you, Bakugou being one of them. You couldn’t read his face, but he watched you go back to your desk while everyone else was already looking back up at Aizawa-sensei.

You felt your face flush. You were too prideful and anxious to actually apologize to Bakugou. But you were disappointed in yourself for reacting the way you did. You spared a glance back to the blonde boy who was now writing down something in his notebook. His eyebrows furrowed together and he was biting his bottom lip.

What is he so focused on?

You thought about taking out your earbuds, but decided against invading his privacy. Sometimes it’s better to just leave someone alone.

By lunch, you felt like you were about to fall asleep. However, the sweet and savory aroma of Lunch Rush’s food quickly woke you up. You grabbed a caffeinated drink as well as a hearty meal that would help balance your lack of nutritious food that day. You also knew you were going to have to work out after class and grabbed some fruits and another protein bar for later.

You didn’t contribute much to the conversation during lunch because you were busy eating, but Ashido and Hagakure were talking enough for the three of you. This time you sat at a bigger table with Momo Yaoyorozu and Kyoko Jirou. Neither girl talked as much as Ashido and they could tell you were too tired to answer any questions they may have for you.

During the latter end of lunch, Momo did ask you a few questions about your quirk and your fighting style considering how well you did against Bakugou.

“Oh, honestly, I’m just lucky he didn’t know my quirk. I’m sure that if he knew my quirk then he would be able to get the upper hand,” You replied as Toru complimented you on the fight.

“That may be true, but you also waited to put him asleep. If you battled him again, the second you touched him, he would be done for,” Jirou retorted, playing with her aux as if it was hair.

“I guess so,” You started, “But some people are better at fighting against my quirk. For example, if someone needs help to sleep, I can help them with no friction. But for people who don’t want to, I have to be touching them for them to stay asleep and I have to concentrate more. In fact, if I battled Bakugou again, he might see that move coming and be so resistant that it could drain me enough for him to send an explosion my way and push me back.”

Momo gasped at your analysis. “You know your quirk so well!”

"Yeah, I’m trying to understand it and make it stronger every day,” You replied.

“Ooh, ooh!” Ashido interjected, way too excited for how drained you still felt. “Try and make me sleep, I’ll try my hardest to stay awake.”

You laughed, closed your eyes, and grabbed her hand. The process starts with you calming her down. Slowly and slowly you eased her of all her stresses and worries. When you change people’s emotions, you can sometimes see the colors. Red and purples vanished, being replaced by cool tones of blue. Ashido’s breathing slowed down and you knew her heart rate was slowing down as well. She was trying her best to resist, but it was fruitless. It was like a light switch appeared, brighter than everything else. If you flipped the switch, she would fall asleep. You used your powers to flip the switch, she fell asleep, and the blues turned darker to show you she was no longer conscious.

The rest of the table erupted into giggles as Ashido started snoring.

You let go of her hand and Ashido woke up suddenly. She blinked a couple of times and looked around the table as if she had no memory of falling asleep. The table erupted into laughter again. “

Sorry,” You said between laughs.

“It’s okay,” Ashido replied cheerfully before she grabbed her drink.

"It’s amazing to see it happen up close, and so slowly too!” Momo commented, smiling brightly at you.

You bashfully accepted the compliment before Ashido grabbed everyone’s attention with a long story about something that happened at the mall the other day.

After class, you asked Ashido to show you to the training grounds seeing as you left your map of the school at home. She happily obliged and took you to the locker rooms where you grabbed your clothes from her locker and changed. You really had to ask someone where your locker was.

While you changed, she grabbed you a map of the school from the main office, and pointed out the multiple training areas. You thanked her and asked if she wanted to work out with you, but she replied that she prefers working out at night. You nodded and waved goodbye to her as you made your way to a facility with treadmills and other gym equipment.

You spent your afternoon doing a simple workout of running and muscle building. You still were too nervous to explore more into the other facilities. You also had to unpack your room so more intense training would have to wait.

By dinnertime, you were finally back in the dorms. You quickly made your way to the showers with a pair of fresh clothes to put on once clean. After showering, you washed your face and made your way back to your room.

The messy room stared back at you as you opened your door.

You groaned, knowing it would take forever to finish decorating. You put away your toiletries and dirty clothes before deciding that you needed a post workout snack.

By the time you did get around to cleaning up your room, the sky was dark and the sun was replaced by a glowing moon.

You frowned at the boxes of your belongings. You grabbed a small, white bookcase you owned and made slow work of nailing it to the wall. You started placing your books and some decorative trinkets inside. Your clothes were put away into your drawers and the closet so you spent most of your time unpacking smaller items.

After a solid two hours of work, your room looked much nicer.

Your bed was made with sheets that were gold and your duvet was white. On top of the bed was a knitted, pastel pink blanket that helped tie in the black bed frame to the bright white blanket. Your desk was right next to your bed and was quite plain with no drawers. You had textbooks on the table as well as a small, gold organizing drawer that held almost nothing. It was supposed to help with containing paperwork and old assignments, but you didn’t have any yet.

Your bookcase was on the opposite wall and was surrounded by a few old photos and posters. By your door was a shelf that you kept all your toiletries on. They were organized into small baskets so you could easily grab them. One held skincare items and your toothbrush while the other had everything you needed for showering.

You smiled at your work and decided it was enough for the day considering there were only a couple boxes left of things you just needed to shove into the empty drawer in your bed frame.

You sighed and sat on your bed, grabbing your water and taking big swigs. The clock in your room read 11:00 pm.

You still had a math assignment to finish before class tomorrow. Stupid hero school, still making us learn general education. At least it was only small assignments and no major essays or anything. Or at least you hoped there were no essays.

You grabbed your bag and pulled out a pencil and some graphing paper. You sat at your desk and opened up your textbook, slowly solving each equation. You weren’t one to stay up late, even though 11 wasn’t actually too late. You opted for working out in the morning usually so by this time you were almost always tired. The workout you did today tired you out more than woke you up, and the energy drink you had with dinner was finally wearing off.

Finally, you finished your homework and slid into bed. You were wearing comfy clothes and was too exhausted to wash your face and brush your teeth before sleep finally took you.

You woke up to your alarm the next day and made quick work of changing into your workout clothes. Your body ached slightly from the muscle-building yesterday, but you ignored the pain as you grabbed your phone and made your way downstairs.

You stepped out into the cool air and started stretching your body, hearing the cracks of bones and reveling in the feeling of your healing muscles. Once done, you looked around into the open area. You were still on the school grounds, but your building was so far away from everyone else that it felt as if you weren’t even in school.

You turned on some music and began your run. You stayed in the area, only going around the building and the nearby area. During your run, you were able to let go of any of your thoughts and worries, only focusing on your breathing and the music playing in your ears.

That was until you rounded the corner of the dorm building to come face to face with the fiery redhead in your class known as Kirishima Eijirou.

“Oh, oh! I’m so sorry!” You practically shouted as you stumbled back to prevent yourself from bumping into your stretching classmate.

Kirishima stood up and scratched the back of his head, “It’s no problem!”

However, with your music, his words were muffled and you quickly paused your music. “Sorry?”

“I just said it was no problem,” He responded, waving you off sheepishly. “Ah” You nodded.

“Thanks. I must not have been paying much attention. I don’t really know the campus yet so I was just running around here.”

“Oh, well, we do have a gym with treadmills or you could go down to the track if that’s what you are looking for,” Kirishima commented. His posture relaxed and he leaned his body weight to one side.

“Hmm, I’ll have to check out the track. I went to the gym yesterday although I prefer running outside,” You responded. “Thanks!”

“Anything to help possibly the strongest girl in our class!” Kirishima smiled brightly at you, his sharp teeth grabbing your attention.

You laughed a little too loud at that. “Jeez, that’s a big claim considering you’ve only ever seen me fight once!”

“Well, it was against Bakugou. He is first in our class technically. Although that’s probably because Todoroki and Midoriya hold back during fights,” He mumbled the last part, but you made a note to ask him more about that later.

“That doesn’t mean I am the strongest. All of us have our strengths and weaknesses,” You responded, blushing a little. It seemed like everyone here thought you were so strong. You weren’t so sure though.

“Wow, and so humble too. How honorable!” He commented.

“Stop! Seriously!” You were blushing pretty hard at this point. You weren’t complimented this heavily back home. Since more people knew your mom in America, you were usually expected to be the best, especially because your siblings were all up and coming or already succeeding heroes. Your oldest sibling was 14 years older than you and had made her debut over 10 years ago.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Kirishima responded.

“It’s okay,” You waved him off, before using your cold hands to cool down your face. “I should get back inside anyway, I still need to get ready for the day.” Kirishima nodded, waving goodbye to you as you jogged past him and up to the front steps of the dorm.

Once inside, you grabbed a glass of water and rode the elevator to the top floor. You finished the glass as you arrived in your room and set it down on the desk. You took out your earbuds before grabbing your school uniform. You placed it on top of your toiletries baskets and made your way to the bathroom.

The bathrooms were arranged quite weirdly, but you tried not to pay too much attention to it. When you entered, the bathroom was plain with 6 stalls to your left and 3 sinks to your right. There were two hand dryers as well.

Opposite to the entrance were 4 doors, each leading to a different shower. There weren’t any signs differing gender, but Ashido mentioned that almost all the girls exclusively used to one on the far left.

Besides this unusual set-up, there were also a few differences purely based on American vs. Japanese culture. For one, the stalls had no gaps between doors and walls. They looked much cleaner and modern than the bathrooms in America. On top of that, each toilet was equipped with a bidet. Before, you never had time to think about the differences, but now that you were able to casually get ready, you couldn’t stop noticing the subtle and major differences.

You showered, making sure to keep your still fairly clean hair dry, and washed your face before changing unto your uniform and stepping out into the communal area. You used the mirror in front of the sink to fix your hair and put on some makeup. You cherished how slowly you were able to get ready. The peaceful morning was something you came to love. Your house was always hectic so having your own time in the morning was your favorite.

The door to your right clicked and Uraraka proceeded to walk into the bathroom as you pinned your hair out of your face. She was still in her pajamas and smiled at you before yawning and walking into the far left shower. You waved back and then turned to face the mirror again.

Even with the wall dividing you two, you could still tell she had been thinking about her dream last night. When she turned on the shower, the sound and wall were able to cover up her thoughts enough for you to easily ignore them. You started putting on your makeup as Uraraka showered, the steam emitting from her shower slowly creeped out of the small cracks in the door. Luckily, the bathroom was too big to fog up the mirrors.

You were almost done with your makeup when the shower turned off. Through your mirror, you saw her emerge, much more awake than when she entered.

You smiled at her, “Good morning,” You spoke quietly as you sprayed your face with setting spray.

“Good morning, L/N-san,” She replied, stepping in front of the mirror to your right and brushing out her hair.

“How did you sleep?” You asked her as you stared into the mirror, making sure your makeup was perfect.

Ugh, even with eight hours, I am so tired. “Good, and you?” She responded.

You refrained from commenting on her thoughts, thinking it was best to ignore it. “I slept well, I’ve been pretty tired lately with all the changes though,” You said. You placed your clothes on top of your toiletries.

Uraraka hummed in understanding. “I’m sure you’ll be more accustomed soon.”

Just then, Bakugou walked into the bathroom and your heart began beating faster. You didn’t know if it was out of fear for the argument the other night or because his bed head was just that adorable.

Stop thinking that way! You idiot! You thought, looking away from him to focus on your makeup again.

He grumbled to himself as he walked to the sink to your left. He looked at you with a scowl on his face before looking away and turning on the hot water. You took a moment to admire his sweatpants that settled low on his hips and the old band t-shirt he wore.

What is she looking at? Bakugou thought to himself when your eyes lingered on him longer than ideal.

Fuck. Hearing people’s thoughts can be so embarrassing. Maybe I should have the support group here make me some water-proof ones, you thought as Bakugou’s thoughts meddled and surpassed Uraraka’s more peaceful and quiet ones.

Stupid morning. I hate this! I need a nap and it’s only 8:00 in the morning! It’s too early for this! Bakugou thought as he splashed his face with hot water.

You giggled to yourself. Maybe it isn’t too bad hearing people’s thoughts. When Bakugou heard you, he made quick work of glaring at you. He noticed you weren’t wearing your earbuds because your hair was pinned back.

His eyes formed slits as he stared at you. Do you like reading my thoughts, shit face? You better stop before I hit you.

You laughed again.

As he spoke to you through his thoughts, his subconscious thoughts and feelings also poked through, letting you know he really wouldn’t hit you if it came down to it. Honestly, it felt pretty good knowing that.

“Bakugou, you can talk to me through your thoughts, but I can still hear your subconscious thoughts. I know you wouldn’t really hit me in front of people.” You replied.

Uraraka looked at you confused before she remembered you could hear thoughts.You heard her thoughts panic for a moment over whether or not you were listening to her thoughts. Uraraka still didn’t know you very well and was worried if you would use this against her, which didn’t settle very well with you.

However, before you could become too concerned with Uraraka, Bakugou spoke again.

“Whatever,” He mumbled before starting to brush his teeth rather violently. However, his thoughts were much more upset over the idea that you were able to beat him in his own game.

Although nervous, you felt better about being able to get through your conversation with Bakugou. His thoughts didn’t make him seem that angry and he wasn’t thinking about that night so maybe he didn’t care. Or maybe he was too tired to be thinking properly.

You grabbed your items and made your way to the door. “Bye,” You spoke as you opened the door even with full hands and made your way back to your dorm room. Once inside, you placed your things back on the shelf and put your clothes into your hamper. You had left your towel in the bathroom to dry.

You packed up your bag for the day and made your way downstairs with your backpack and the water glass. You still had 20 minutes to make breakfast so you started whipping up something quick. You thought about whether or not you should make food for other people, but decided against it when you only saw Aoyama and Tokoyami on this floor. You never even talked to them before. And who knew who was already at school or already ate?

You finished the savory meal and quickly cleaned the pan and spatula before the food had a chance to stick to it and cool down. You grabbed chopsticks from the drawer and filled your water glass before digging in. You finished just in time to clean the bowl and chopsticks. You grabbed your bag and rushed out the door. You didn’t see Ashido or Toru so you just walked by yourself and put on some music.

Within a couple of minutes, you were in the classroom and met the faces of almost everyone in the class. You quickly took your seat and pulled out your notebook and pen before turning off your music.

You took a deep breath and looked around the sea of people. Midoriya and Iida were at Uraraka’s desk, talking about this and that. Ojirou was quietly talking with Toru while Ashido animatedly talking to Kirishima. Momo was quietly reading a book while Kaminari and Jirou shared music together through earbuds.

Once Aizawa entered the class, everyone sat back down in their respective seats and quieted down. His dry eyes stared back at the class. “So,” He began, “Elemental has been going to all the other classes for the last couple days, but today she is visiting our class. So, here she is,” His voice was gravely, as if he just woke up.

In walked your mom with a bright smile. “Hello everyone,” She waved her hand. Her posture was similar to All Might’s. She commanded the room and everyone looked at her.

You quickly took off your earbuds, unable to resist hearing people’s thoughts at first seeing your mom.

Wow, she looks even stronger in person! You looked at Midoriya’s glowing eyes as he gushed over her.

Dang, she looks cool, Jirou thought.

Ugh, I still don’t get what all the hype is about, Bakugou thought as he stared at your mom. He felt your eyes on him and looked at you, glaring because he could see you weren’t wearing your earbuds. What are you looking at, huh? You mad I don’t love your mom?

You glared back at him, wishing your quirk went both ways so you could retaliate.

Bakugou smirked, realizing she couldn’t respond to him. Huh? It’s kind of nice not being able to hear your retorts. This is pretty godda-

You angrily put your earbuds back in. Fuck you, you thought harshly. Maybe if you thought hard enough, you would get the thought across him.

You looked back at your mom who was in the middle of a speech.

“So, to summarize, I am here to help with people whose quirks revolve around elements. Like, Todoroki-san or Kaminari-san.” She finished.

Aizawa stepped up from the background. “The students in this class who will be attending meetings with Elemental will be Todoroki, Bakugou, Kaminari, Asui, and Uraraka. Some of you for more obvious reasons than others. These practices will be taking place after lunch starting this Friday. You will spend three hours working with her every Monday and Friday. Now, thank you for coming, Elemental. Everyone say ‘thank you.’”

“Thank you,” A chorus of students spoke.

“Of course! I’ll see some of you soon,” She replied before looking at you. In English, she spoke. “You better come see me soon, sweetheart. I miss you and want to hear all about your fight against that boy.” You blushed as everyone looked at you.

“Okay,” You mumbled, covering your red cheeks and looking down at your desk.

“Good,” Your mom replied before leaving the room.

God, it’s so like her to embarrass me whenever she can!

“Okay, let’s get to business,” Aizawa spoke, slurring his words. “Today is hero course day. Go ahead and change into your training uniforms and then meet All Might at Cityscape 2.”

The class got up and started making their way out to the changing rooms. You got up quickly and made your way to your teacher.

“Aizawa-sensei. I haven’t gotten a locker yet in the changing rooms. I was wondering if you knew which one was mine?” You timidly asked.

“Huh? Oh, let me check.” Aizawa grabbed some papers from his bag and looked through them as the class left the room. “Hmm, uhhh, here it is. Okay, you are assigned to locker 27. The lock code is 15397.”

You grabbed a pen off Aizawa’s desk and wrote the number on your hand, too afraid you would forget. “Perfect, thank you, Aizawa-sensei.”

“No problem,” He responded quietly, as if already almost asleep.

You left the room, trailing a little far behind the class. You were lucky that you remembered where the changing room was at this point so you could catch up easily. You were the last person to enter the changing room and you went over to Ashido to grab your clothes.

“I found out what locker I have,” You said to her as you grabbed your clothes from her locker.

“Nice!” She replied. “Which one is it?”

“27,” You responded. You looked up to see Ashido was locker 176. “I guess I should go find it.” You wandered away, turning the corner to find your locker. When you found it, you realized you were right by Jirou and Tsu. You smiled at the two girls before unlocking the locker and changing into your clothes.

They didn’t smell too bad, but you knew you were going to need to wash them sooner than later. Maybe you would even sweat enough today that you would need to wash them today. Where do I even go to wash clothes? You wondered as you tied up your shoes. You made a mental note to ask someone where the laundry room was.

Just then, Ashido and Toru turned the corner to greet you. “Ready to go to Cityscape, Y/N-chan?” Toru asked you.

“Yeah,” You responded as you stood up.

“Perfect, let’s go!” Ashido spoke as she turned on her heel and led you and Toru out of the lockers.

Jirou and Momo were ahead of you as well as a few guys from the class that you hadn’t really talked to yet. Toru was telling Ashido and you a story about Ojirou. Ironically, he was one of the guys ahead of you. You couldn’t see her, but you were sure that if you could, she would be blushing.

Eventually, you exited the building and walked just a bit longer to the training ground. More students were already there. It seemed like the class was only waiting on Kaminari and Sero. Everyone stood in front of All Might, talking quietly as they waited for the last two students. Soon enough, they came running towards the group, mumbling something about forgetting Aizawa said Cityscape 2 and not Cityscape 1.

“Ha Ha Ha!” A loud and deep voice laughs. You look over to see All Might in his flexed form. He was standing tall, his chest was pushed forward, and his hands were on his hips.

You ‘awed’ at the sight. You had never seen him in this form in person and you knew it must hurt him to do it. Even just his body was captivating and loud, demanding everyone’s eyes. He was smiling so brightly one second and then the next-

Poof.

All Might was now back to his regular self. His uniform swallowed him up and his lanky body now stood in front of the class. Even though it was only for a minute, you were more than ecstatic to be able to see his flexed form. You looked at the class around you, their faces hardly changed as they saw him go between forms. They must have been so used to it by now, considering it had been almost a year since his fight with All for One.

“Let’s get started today, young students!” All Might spoke, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Today, we are utilizing your quirks in a classic game of capture the flag.”

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jksmoongf · 5 years ago

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Kissing Fire [pt. 12] *final*

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x girlfriend (oc) Genre: cheater!AU, angst, smut Wordcount: 16.7k Warning: smut, lies, heartbreak and more lies and maybe fluff if you squint

Summary: It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

a/n: I don’t condone cheating on your s.o., so please don’t read if you have a problem with this! (also I’m not saying this is something Jungkook would actually do!) **a/n: It’s been a long time coming but it’s finally here and I really hope none of you are disappointed! As always, some feedback would be lovely! I wanna thank @struggleofarmy for always helping me, and encouraging me and sobbing with me through the long process of writing this chapter! Thank you D. - I love you!!! 💕💕💕 And I need to thank @jaxonah for her big brain and planning with me, literally, the entire fic ( y’all can thank her, bc Sammy inspired KF and without her, it would've never happened!) Thank you bby! I love you so much, you don't even understand! 💜💜💜

Warning chapter 12: crying (it’s an emotional rollercoaster or maybe just an angst-fest who knows), smut ( handjob (female/male receiving), minor tiddie play, grinding, good ol’ vanilla sex with a surprise at the end, as always unprotected, but pls use protection ), profanities, fluff (you’ll need a magnifying glass to find it), Jk doing dumb irrational things (no spoilers on that tho) Song rec: Every Avenue - Between You and I (please listen to it, it’s beautiful and just reflects the entire fic so well. it really sets the tone for this last chapter.)

Namjoon was hiding in his studio; hunched over, he cowered at his desk just tiredly scrolling through his favorite online clothing store. Distraction was his main priority at this point, he tried so hard to not overthink or go looking for more hateful comments that would send him into a downwards spiral. His face was hidden underneath the hood of his big comfy sweater, his eyes quickly scanned each item but ultimately deciding that he didn’t really like any of them enough to make a purchase. Whenever he stopped, his brain went into a frenzy the past few days, the exhaustion creeping up on him; he always thought he should have everything under control but the current situation proved him wrong. He felt powerless, not knowing how to handle all the negative articles that were being published in an abundance every hour. A weak knock made him flinch involuntarily, and when the door quietly opened bare feet waddling on the hardwood floor told him that he wasn’t alone anymore. “Hyung…” He knew the soft familiar voice all too well, but for reasons, he couldn’t explain goosebumps traveled down his back before he slowly spun around in his chair. The youngest was standing by the small wooden coffee table, dressed in all black as if he was mourning the death of a loved one and to a certain extent, Namjoon was sure, he was. He was mourning the loss of his relationship that had only just begun. “What’s up?” He had avoided being alone with the maknae; he didn’t quite know how to speak to him at this very moment in time. It was almost like an invisible barrier was separating them, making it awkward to even look him in the eyes. “I just wanted to talk to you…” “About what?” His heartbeat was quickening, Jungkook wasn’t a kid anymore but he still needed his older brothers, maybe now more than ever before. “You know…” He shuffled his feet, looking uncomfortable and out of place like he was about to change his mind and leave but he made his way around the table to sit down on the small couch. His eyes rested on him as he inhaled deeply to gain more time. “About everything that has been going on…I-I just want…” Without warning the younger boy bowed, averting his gaze to his knees. “I’m sorry, I really am.” “Jungkookie, don’t do that. You-“ The words got stuck in his throat, Namjoon knew how much it must have taken out of him to even come here and try to talk to him. Jungkook looked up to him, it wasn’t a secret that he had always had a big impact on the youngest member. But right now, the queasy feeling in Namjoon’s stomach made him feel like he failed not only as a role model but even worse, as a big brother. “No, I have to. I know, I disappointed you.” He wanted to object but couldn’t. As much as he blamed himself for what happened, he was disappointed in Jungkook and his reckless behavior. After all those years in the industry, he thought that all of them had a better understanding of how careful they had to be when it came to their privacy and personal lives. He wanted to chalk it up to Jungkook being young but he should’ve known better.

“I hate to say it but you’re right.” A shaky breath left his lungs when he finally managed to speak, tearing down the wall that had kept all of his emotions and thoughts at bay. “I am disappointed in you. You know, I keep asking myself where it all went wrong…did we not teach you right from wrong? Did we, no - did I fail at teaching you that you need to be careful and that your personal life should never interfere with our job? Have you not learned anything from being in the industry for years? Why didn’t you think ahead? Why didn’t you delete those videos? Why did you even take them to begin with? Why didn’t you break up with your girlfriend before you started cheating on her? I have so many questions and I’m not even sure I want to know the answers because I’m afraid that it will hurt and cause more pain. You’re still my little brother but I’m questioning everything these days - I feel like I’ve failed you in so many ways.”

Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat; he didn’t know how or where to start with explaining himself. Did Namjoon even want to hear what he had to say? Would he even believe him?

The palms of his hands were clammy as he folded them together to keep them from shaking. “Hyung, you didn’t fail just because I make mistakes. Please don’t blame yourself for something that I did…” He didn’t want to cry but the tears were already prodding at the corners of his eyes. All of them were mad at him and disappointed, it wasn’t just his image that was ruined, he tarnished the group's image forever with his stupidity. The voice inside his head that had been fairly quiet was getting louder with every second that passed - his heart hurt that he didn’t think far enough ahead to know that what they had been doing was reckless and could cause so much trouble and harm but alas, he knew that you’re always smarter looking back on your previous actions.

“I do think I am at least partially to blame. I know, I have been busy and I wasn’t always there for you when you needed me for guidance but a part of me was hoping that you would make the right decisions regardless…I don’t want to lecture you, I don’t want to act like I can tell you what to do, Jungkook but I do feel responsible for you and your actions.” He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as his fingers intertwined with each other, his nails pressing into the delicate skin on his knuckles. “I don’t condone that you cheated on Yina and lied to all of us for so long but I do understand that you fell out of love and fell in love with someone else. It hurts that you didn’t think you could trust any of us enough to tell us or come to us for advice. We’re a family, yes, we will tell you the truth when you fuck up but we will always be here for you, we always have each other’s backs. I really thought you would have stopped for a moment to think of the consequences it could have when you took those videos but I guess, I expected too much from you. You’re only 22 years old and you are allowed to make mistakes but I just can’t help but think that somewhere along the way I messed up when you needed me.” Namjoon blinked when he saw a few stray tears rolling down Jungkook’s puffy cheeks; he didn’t want his words to hurt him but he needed to get them off his chest and if he didn’t do it now, he would probably never get a second chance. “You really didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t even know why I did most of those things. I know, I knew better even back then.” His hand automatically slid into the pocket of his hoodie to wrap around the white gold bangle, he had been carrying around ever since she gave it back to him two nights ago. “I know, I should’ve come to you, but at first I thought I just had a silly crush on y/n and it wasn’t even worth mentioning. I thought it would fade away over time but it didn’t, it only got stronger and I was too weak to fight my feelings and when we got into this web of sneaking around and lying, I just couldn’t tell anyone. I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me because… I-I look up to you so much, what you think of me matters to me and seeing that look of disappointment on your face…I never wanted to see that…” He croaked, trying to dim the tears flowing down his face with his sleeve. “I just wanted all of you to be proud of me, especially you, hyung but I knew that once you found out about what I did, you would be ashamed so I kept it a secret.” It felt like someone was standing on his chest, making it harder to breathe with every word he spoke.

The countless times Namjoon had seen Jungkook cry before never hurt as much as it did now; he was breaking down in front of him. Tears spilling from the big brown eyes with no sign of stopping; he wanted to get up and comfort him but he couldn’t move, it was almost like he was glued to his chair; forced to endure the punishment of seeing the youngest falling apart. “Why did you take those videos and for goodness sake why didn’t you delete them right after?” “I don’t know, it was the only thing we had when we couldn’t be together. After y/n had taken the first video…it was exciting, I liked watching it back and I’m so stupid for not thinking that it could get me in trouble.” The pressure inside his head was building up rapidly as the tears just kept coming, making his vision blurry. “We were so caught up in our little bubble of lying that we thought we were safe. We had minor scares here and there but nobody ever caught us so it never crossed my mind that somebody might get a hold of those videos after we managed to keep us a secret for so many months.”

The older one took the inside of his cheek between his teeth, index finger tapping on his lips. “When I think back to all the excuses you made to leave with her, or how many times I saw you two leaving rooms at the company, I never would’ve thought that you were capable of doing what you did…”

“I was selfish, I put myself first to get what I want. I couldn’t bear the thought of breaking Yina’s heart and I felt horrible but I hurt her in so many ways and I know she will never forgive me and now I’m paying the price for what I’ve put her through.” His quivering lips pressed together tightly as Jungkook tried to stay in control of his body that was flooding with all the things he didn’t want to feel. “Y/n broke up with me…” He finally pulled the bracelet from his pocket, closing his eyes as his fingers traced the metal, wishing he could melt it to fix the cracks in his heart. “I deserve it, I don’t get to be happy after what I did and if I could turn back time and do the right thing - I would but I can’t. I deserve all the mean comments people are making about me, and they would rip me to shreds if they knew the whole story.” “You’ll have to forgive yourself; every day you’re growing and learning more. Next time you won’t make the same mistake again.” “How am I supposed to forgive myself when everyone hates me? Especially you guys…I can see it when you look at me, how disappointed and disgusted you are. You’re trying to be nice because we’re family but I broke your trust and I don’t even know how to fix things with Tae. He won’t even look at me, it’s like I don’t exist. I feel so lost, I want to fix everything but how do I do that? How do I get all of you to trust me again? How do I get Taehyung to forgive me? How do I make all the mean things people are saying go away? How do I get y/n back? I miss her.” In order to suppress a sob, he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of his bottom lip - replacing the painful contractions of his heart with a stinging feeling that would soon subside. A sigh escaped Namjoon’s lips before he rubbed his face with both of his hands. “I honestly wish I had the answers to all your questions but I think you need to focus on yourself right now. Be open and honest, not only with yourself but with the other members and you’ll see they’ll learn to trust you again. As for Taehyung, he needs time and you’ll just have to wait it out until he is ready to talk to you.” “W-wouldn’t it be easier if I just left the group? I don’t want to drag you down with me more than I already have.” He chuckled at the ridiculousness of the youngest statement. “Jungkookie, no! It’s either sink or swim and right now is the time to swim to stay afloat. You’ll have to fight to make things right again but you can come back from this. Right now it seems like you won’t; like it is the end of the world but you can and you will come out of this stronger.” Jungkook looked up and for the first time in days, he locked eyes with the leader. “It’s a little too late now, I know, but what would you do if you were in my shoes, hyung?” Namjoon took a deep breath; he wasn’t sure if Jungkook would like his answer or not but after thinking about the options, he came to the conclusion that there was only one thing that would calm down the raging fans and the rest of the public who seemed to care too much about celebrity gossip. “If I were in your shoes, I would make a public apology. Get in front of the camera and own your mistake. Promise them that you’ll do better in the future. It will be a lot easier than hiding and waiting it out until they find a new scandal to bad-mouth somebody else.” Jungkook nodded, Namjoon only had his best interest at heart but the thought of having to stand in front of the cameras and owning up to his mistake scared him to death. What if they attacked him like starving animals? What if he messed up again and he would have to flee the country so they wouldn’t be able to lapidate him?

* After buttoning up her jacket, she looked in the small mirror on the wall - shocked to see that the concealer she had put on before work, had lost its power, making her look like she was ready to star in a zombie movie in a just a matter of hours. Sleep wasn’t easy to find; her thoughts always circling in around Jungkook and how much she missed him, missed his voice and his touch. She knew, she would be feeling like this for a while, yet she didn’t know how draining it would be. Of all the boyfriends she had been with before, none of them had anchored themselves inside her heart, unlike Jungkook who seemed to have superglued himself in place and there was no way to rip him out like an unwanted parasite. But maybe she was the parasite who poisoned his life and ruined his career; maybe all those girls were right when they said that she was the one to blame - that she was standing in the way of his future as if she hadn’t done enough damage already. No matter how badly she wanted to believe that their love was real, maybe it wasn’t. He was too good for her and she began to feel like she should just go back home to get as much space between them as possible - just in case their paths would cross again and she would get another chance at ruining his life. Shaking her head to banish the bad thoughts, a small smile tugged at her lips. Ha-na had told her not to read what people were saying online but she was weak and some girls made excellent points, she wasn’t pretty enough for Jungkook and maybe she should be pushed down the stairs because nobody would miss her anyway, especially not Jungkook. “Y/n, don’t forget to take home your new blouses.” Byungchul called as he passed by the staff room, stopping in his tracks. “I won’t.” She bowed to her boss. “What are you still doing here anyway?” He cocked an eyebrow, eyeing her suspiciously. He had told her to go home a while ago but she couldn’t bring herself to leave because if she did, she would have to be alone in her head and work was the only distraction she had. “I-I…I’m leaving now.” “Good, go home and get some rest, you look tired.” “I will.” She smiled weakly as she shouldered her bag and grabbed the little bundle of neatly folded white blouses. When she stepped outside, the cold air immediately filled her lungs and clearing her head momentarily. It would take her a lot longer to walk home but it was better than being crammed into the metro with people and even worse, maybe hearing his name somewhere that would send her into a downwards spiral of hurt and guilt. Her legs felt heavy as she dragged them over the concrete, the other people around her seemed to not have a care in the world. Everyone looked so happy, especially the couple in front of her holding hands. It wasn’t that she didn’t want others to be happy but the simple fact that Jungkook and her had never got to do just that, brought tears to her eyes. It all ended too quickly - if only they could have had one more perfect day together.

The hard sounding footsteps of someone running echoed loudly in the store lined street but when she turned around, she only saw people walking alongside her, some of them even turned their heads to make out where it was coming from. “You’re in the way.” A girl brushed past her, bumping into her arm. “I’m sorry.” She bowed her head slightly, deciding that she probably had just been in her head too much and it had just been a figment of her imagination when suddenly someone ripped the bundle from her hand and ran down the street. It took her a moment to wrap her head around what just happened before her instincts kicked in and she hurried after the person in the black jacket. “Hey! Stop!” Her voice was weak, but to her surprise, her legs moved a lot faster than she had anticipated and she never lost sight of them, even with all those strangers around who’s faces were just a blur.

The person made a right turn into a smaller street off the side and when she finally turned the corner, she stopped in her tracks. The bundle had been ripped apart and the crisp white blouses were lying on the dirty street. Dropping her bag on the floor, she scurried to pick them up, trying to prevent them from getting ruined when someone yanked her ponytail. * Ha-na was sitting on the comfy sofa in the living room, Taehyung was resting his head on her shoulder while he busied himself on his Nintendo Switch. She was glad that he tried to distract himself and finally came out of his room, at least for a few hours, although he wasn’t speaking much to anyone that wasn’t her or his best friend. Jimin was mindlessly scrolling on his phone, the hood of his sweater pulled down deep to cover most of his face while the youngest was sitting on the floor next to him staring blankly at the tv just like the rest of the members. The atmosphere felt dense, everyone was just waiting for Sejin to come back to the dorms - he had texted Namjoon earlier that they had finally gotten a lead on who had leaked the videos. Ha-na still felt bad about everything that had happened, she had only wanted for Jungkook to do the right thing and everything just got out of hand. Her eyes rested on the bracelet he was holding, his fingers clinging onto the metal so tightly that the blood flow was low and his hand was shaking ever so slightly. When Jin had jokingly tried to take it away from him earlier, Jungkook had almost started throwing a tantrum. Would things ever go back to normal again? Going against everything she had told the others, it had become part of her routine to check any social media and news outlets for articles. She hated seeing that everyone seemed to have an opinion on Jungkook and y/n and spreading false rumors and lies that made everything worse. She was glad though that neither her boyfriend nor the youngest went online to see what people were saying, it would only put more strain on their already broken friendship. For once there had been no new publications but twitter was chaotic as always when she stumbled upon a tweet from a fan that caught her attention, linking to a video. ‘The bitch got what she deserved!’ Hesitantly Ha-na clicked on it, the quality was shaky and someone was breathing heavily and running while filming the street when loud voices could be heard in the near distance. “Oh my god! No.” She covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes focused on the screen. She wanted to look away, yet she couldn’t despite being repulsed by what she saw. “What’s up?” Taehyung sat up, trying to get a glimpse of what she was watching. “Nothing…” Not managing to lock her screen in time before he had already snatched it from her hand. The pure expression of shock on his face sent shivers down her body - she didn’t want him to see it, it would hurt him so much. He mumbled something, the others’ attention now on him as his eyes grew wider by the second. “What is it?” Jimin scooted over to his best friend to see what he was looking at. “Y/n…” In the blink of an eye, everyone had gathered around them, watching how a group of girls was pulling her hair, slapping her and calling her names, while she was on the ground trying to cover her face, pleading with them to leave her alone. The video wasn’t long, and after watching it a second time, Taehyung quickly dropped the phone and got up, hurrying to the small bathroom. Carefully her eyes wandered to Jungkook, his whole body was shaking and tears were streaming down his cheeks. Ha-na wasn’t sure how he was feeling; was he hurt, angry, disappointed or sad? His face showed no emotion, simply staring into nothingness, yet she knew there was a storm brewing inside of him. Seeing faceless comments through a screen was bad but actually hearing the words ‘you ruined his career, kill yourself’ coming from someone made her feel sick to her stomach. “That was…wow…” Hoseok breathed out, before rubbing his eyes in disbelief. “We have to do something, we can’t just let this happen.” “I’m going to see if she’s okay!” Jungkook grabbed his hoodie, ready to head for the door when Jimin quickly hopped over the back of the couch to stand in his way. “You can’t do that, you’ll get in trouble. You know, y/n wouldn’t want that. I’m sure, she’s fine.” He grabbed Jungkook’s arm, stopping him from pushing past him. “How can you say that? Those girls hit her because of me! I know her better than any of you, I know she’s not okay, I can feel it.” He tried wrenching his arm from Jimin’s grasp. “Hyung, get out of the way.” It was a weak warning, his voice getting caught in his throat. “Jungkook-ah, sit down.” Namjoon finally spoke up. “We can text or call her but you’re not allowed to leave the apartment without supervision so calm down.” The youngest caved in under the stern look on their leader’s face and slumped down on the couch, burying his face in his hands. “They say, she ruined my career but do they not know how much it would hurt me when they hurt her?” The eldest gently wrapped his arm around his shoulder. “I don’t think they were thinking that far ahead, they wanted to protect you-” Jungkook scoffed. “Protect me? From what exactly? From the girl I love?” “Or protect your career? You worked so hard and they didn’t want it to be in vain?” “But that doesn’t justify their actions, they could’ve seriously hurt her.” Yoongi murmured while nibbling on his thumb. “They covered their faces like cowards.” Jungkook’s brows furrowed as Taehyung’s voice came from the bathroom. “We have to tell someone who can do something.”

“Already sent the link to the managers.” Namjoon reassured the youngest members. “And I texted her, she says she’s okay and at home and doesn’t want you to worry, Kook.” Ha-na tried to cheer him up with a weak smile but he didn’t reciprocate it, he just gently pressed the white gold bangle to his lips. “She’s lying so I don’t worry about her…” With a drawn-out sigh, he let his head fall back; the pressure in his chest was almost too much for him to bear. He wanted to do something, he wanted all of this to stop so they could go back to being together. There had to be a way and he was determined to find it. * “I’m very sorry, I won’t disappoint you again.” Jungkook finished, looking up at Jimin in the mirror. “How was that?” “It was good. You’ll do just fine.” A forced smile spread on his face, trying to encourage the youngest while he was practicing his apology that was scheduled for this afternoon. “You think? I mean, management approved it but does it sound… sincere? I don’t want to sound like I rehearsed it.” The older boy nodded. “Jungkookie, don’t worry so much! It will be okay.” “Okay, I trust you. You’re right! I can do this.” He looked down on his script. Jimin carefully eyed him, he still looked miserable but maybe this would encourage people to finally back off and drop the story. Taking a deep breath, he plugged the power cord into the wall socket next to the table. “Are you sure, you still want me to do this? You know, you really don’t have to!” “Yes, just do it. Get it over with.”

With shaking hands Jimin picked up the small black machine, turning it on with his thumb. “Where do you want me to start? On the side, so you can hide it in case you change your mind?” “Do whatever you want, I’m not going to look until you’re done.” Jungkook closed his eyes, silently mouthing the words of the script that was resting on his knees. The buzzing noise seemed to amplify in Jimin’s ears; he had promised to support Jungkook and to help him but now that he was actually going through with it, his mind fogged up with doubts. This was a stupid idea, nobody had asked for this gesture from him but he wanted to do it anyway - he wanted the fans to know that he was sorry for his actions. So now they were hiding in the youngest bedroom, just two hours before he was supposed to stand outside the company building and deliver a heartfelt apology to the public. An apology that Jimin thought was uncalled for; neither Jungkook nor y/n had leaked those videos on purpose, they weren’t to blame but the public’s opinion was different - they demanded a statement, an apology for causing such an uproar and breaking people’s trust. But as much as he hated how everything went down, Jimin still wanted his baby brother to be happy; he deserved to be happy and perhaps this was this only way of getting a tiny piece of happiness back. His eyes looked so - lifeless, that he almost couldn’t bear to see Jungkook like this any longer. His eyes scanned the blades moving at a rapid pace when he slowly raised his arm and held it to Jungkook’s hairline. “Are you still sure you want me to do this?” He asked again, making sure Jungkook really wanted this. “Hyung, yes!” He said firmly, as Jimin carefully cut off the first lock of raven hair, watching as it fell to the floor, followed by many more. It pained him to cut Jungkook’s hair short, only a few millimeters of it still covering his scalp. “I’m all done.” He announced, turning off the razor and putting it back down. “You can look now.” Nervously, he watched Jungkook’s eyes flutter open, fixating on his reflection in the mirror. His expression was blank as he ran his hand through what was left of his hair. Jimin wasn’t sure but he could’ve sworn for a millisecond he saw tears glistening in his eyes. “It’s not too bad, right?” “Yeah, it really brings out your eyes and it will grow back in no time, you’ll see.” He patted Jungkook’s shoulders, letting his fingers dig into his shirt for a brief moment. “And there’s always wigs or hats if you hate it later.” The younger boy chuckled. “I should get cleaned up.” “I’ll help you pick out an outfit if you want.” Jimin offered as Jungkook headed for the bathroom. “Thank you.” Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, letting his eyes wander around the room - not much had changed, apart from the box by the closet door that had y/n’s things in them that Jungkook couldn’t get rid off; a few clothes, a bottle of perfume and a few letters tied together with a ribbon. Only now he had noticed that over the past months, he had not really been in here spending time with his little brother like they used to, playing video games or watching movies on his projector but knowing what had happened in here - it left a feeling of uncertainty floating in his stomach. Of course, he knew now that Jungkook had been hiding y/n in here a lot, trying to keep the secret well hidden from the other members. But Jimin couldn’t help but think that he had started to slip through their fingers a long time ago. Back in the day, they would’ve known immediately if something was wrong but ever since Jungkook had gotten older, he had developed a tendency to lock himself in his room whenever he could and if there was no schedule then he wouldn’t leave it for days. Jimin made a pact with himself - when all of this was over, he was going to make sure Jungkook was okay, that he would force him to come out of his room and go outside with him; it just didn’t feel right to leave him be, he needed to know that they all still wanted to spend time with him and that they would always be by his side, no matter what. * Jungkook was nervously hopping from one foot to the other as he was standing behind a screen waiting his turn while someone from the PR team was outside the company building, dealing with the press. He was used to all the flashing lights of the cameras and microphones being shoved in his face but this felt different - he was alone, his brothers weren’t by his side for moral support. His fingers wrapped around the bangle in the pocket of his blazer; for some reason, it comforted him. Although she had given it back to him, it was the only thing that kept the tiny spark of hope ignited in his chest. “We have found out that our artist’s private account was hacked by a third party, we are taking legal action against the hacker who invaded his privacy and we ask you to respect everybody’s privacy regarding the issue.” Jungkook’s ears picked up a few things here and there but his mind was preoccupied with the task at hand as his stomach churned. He wanted to throw up and run away; far, far away from all the people eagerly awaiting his apology but his legs felt like jello. [Jimin - 1:42pm] You’ll be okay! Just take deep breaths, it will be over before you know it! A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when he read his brother’s message. Sometimes he really needed the encouragement from them; without them, he was lost. Sejin stuffed his own phone back into his pocket and nodded his head. “Are you ready?” “As ready as I’ll ever be…” He mumbled, as two of the other managers and a few security guards surrounded him. “Just stick to the script and you’ll do just fine. You don’t have to answer any questions. Just apologize and we’ll head back home right after.” Sejin gently rested his hand on Jungkook’s back. “I’ll be by your side the whole time.” Jungkook sunk his teeth into his lip balm coated bottom lip, as his legs involuntarily started moving with people around him. The glass door opened and the sea of flashes drowned out the sheer amount of people in the street. His heart was pounding against his ribs, as he walked up to the microphone stand. As the whispers died down, he could feel his throat closing up and his mouth felt as dry as the Sahara Desert. Eyes wandering over the blurry faces, his breathing became labored. He couldn’t do it, he just couldn’t get a word out. Maybe he should have had a sip of alcohol to calm his nerves but it was too late. In a knee-jerk reaction to buy more time, he pulled his cap off, revealing his buzzed off hair and bowing down as deep as he could as gasps echoed in his ears, mixed with girls calling his name. “Jungkook..” His manager’s voice was very close to him. “Say something…” In slow-motion he lifted his upper body, carefully scanning the crowd when his eyes found her face - he knew she wasn’t there and that his mind was playing tricks on him but it was the small push he needed to find his voice. He was doing this for her, he wanted people to just leave her alone. She didn’t deserve any of this, she didn’t deserve to be attacked online and especially not getting beat up by fans in an alley at night. The stinging pain in his chest subsided when he finally cleared his throat and found his voice again. “Thank you for taking the time out of your day to be here.” He paused, bowing his head again, trying to remember his lines but the memory of them got blurry, they were escaping him too quickly as he tried to hold onto them. “I-I just want to say, I’m very sorry for my actions. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I let down so many people with my reckless and shameful behavior.” His shaking fingers gripped on to the wooden stand of the mic for some support; Sejin’s hand calmly rested on his shoulder while the pressure it was executing felt like a ton of bricks was coming down on him as if Jungkook was about to run away and needed a reminder to stay still. “I’m so sorry to everyone and especially the fans who had to see me like this. I know, I broke your trust and disappointed all of you. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me in the future and I promise to never let you down again. Army, you’re always on my mind and it really hurts me to have hurt so many of you with what I have done. Please forgive me.” After delivering his lines, he exhaled shakily; his face felt like it was on fire. “I won’t disappoint you again, I’m sorry.” The crowd was silently watching him, eagerly waiting for him to say something else as his mouth opened and closed without making a sound. “Let’s go, PR will do the rest.” His manager muttered, his hand scooting to Jungkook’s elbow to get him to turn around and go back inside. “One more thing…” Jungkook took a step forward again. “Please, leave her alone. We’re not seeing each other anymore. I-I… all I ask of you is to just leave her alone, please. She’s not in my life anymore…” He trailed off, his lips felt tense as he tried to hold it together. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled more to himself, slowly sinking to his knees on the pavement to bow one last time. The clicking of the cameras was overwhelming his senses, it almost felt like he wasn’t really inside his body anymore when he felt hands holding onto his arms and pulling him to his feet. Not needing much force, he wrenched his right arm free, hiding his tear-stained face in the crook of his elbow. “Come on…” Sejin’s voice was close to his ear as he let him guide him back inside, unsure of whether he did good or not but as soon as doors closed, the babel of alarmed voiced told him that he had gone too far. “What were you thinking going off script? Do you know how bad this could’ve been! We told you to stick to the script. Oh god…” The head of the PR team gestured wildly in front of his face. “I don’t know if we can fix this…Jungkook why do you always have to cause so much trouble?” She puffed up her cheeks before letting out a disappointed grunt. “I’m sorry.” He fixated his eyes on the ground. “It’s just…some fans attacked y/n and I-I just wanted to protect her. I wanted the fans to leave her alone. They should take their anger out on me and not on her.” He felt the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes again, immediately trying to dry them with a tissue. “He didn’t say anything bad. He just asked them to leave her alone, it’s not a big deal.” Sejin interrupted before Hyejin could scold him some more. “I’ll take him home now.” Gently he nudged the raven-haired boy towards the elevator that would take them to the car. “Do you think I did the wrong thing?” Jungkook mumbled as he sunk deeper into the passenger seat, avoiding his manager’s gaze at all costs. “I mean it’s not ideal but it’s okay. I understand why you did it…” He trailed off, averting his attention to the road until they stopped at a red light. “I saw what they did to her, so I understand that you want to do something to protect her. If you want, I’ll request security for her until it all blows over.” Jungkook shook his head, still not used to not feeling his bangs brush against his forehead whenever he moved or touched his head. “I don’t think she would like that but I’ll have Ha-na ask her.” * Jungkook was sitting cross-legged on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, emptily staring at his laptop where he had put on a let’s play to keep his brain and body from going stir-crazy. “Jungkookie?” Hoseok opened the door, sticking his head inside his room. “I thought, maybe you wanted something to eat? You haven’t had anything all day.” The older one came in, closing the door behind him before proceeding to sit on the foot of the bed. Carefully he placed the plate on the mattress between them, pulling a can of coke from the pocket of his hoodie. “Did you make that?” Jungkook eyed the sandwich from all angles, lifting the plate up to eye level. “Jin hyung helped me, he said I was stacking the ingredients in the wrong order.” The older one rolled his eyes before a smile spread on his face. “But I think there’s no wrong order, it’ll taste the same no matter what.” He winked, opening the can, and placing it on the nightstand. Jungkook chuckled. “You’re right.” He wasn’t particularly hungry but since his brother had been so kind as to make him something to eat, he eagerly took a bite. “Delicious.” He pressed out while chewing the bread. “Good, I’m glad you like it.” Hoseok reached out to pat his head but Jungkook pulled away immediately - he felt self-conscious, even more so after getting scolded by his hyungs for cutting his hair short. Not wanting to admit that he had lost some of his confidence with each strand that had been cut off - but maybe that was what he deserved, after putting everyone around him through so much. For a while they just sat on his bed, Hoseok watching him devour the food and sipping on the sugary beverage - neither of them saying a word but the silence didn’t feel as uncomfortable as it did just days ago, at least to the older one it didn’t. “Jungkookie, listen…” With wide eyes, he stared at Hobi when he finally spoke. “I didn’t just come here to bring you food, I actually wanted to say something.” “Okay?” Anxiety was making his chest feel tight; instantly regretting eating the sandwich as he was about to throw it back up. He didn’t need to get scolded again, he didn’t want to hear yet again what a terrible person he was and that he couldn’t do anything right these days. “I just wanted to, you know, tell you that we’re okay.” Almost choking on his own saliva, Jungkook cleared his throat. “We’re okay?” He repeated dumbfounded. “Yes, we are. I know, I wasn’t really supportive and judgmental at first but I just didn’t know what to think or how to handle the situation. I hope you understand where I’m coming from… I had to sort through my thoughts and came to the conclusion that I was just worried about you and our career. You are like family to me, JK; I want what’s best for you and I know, you’re probably mad at me too but I’m here for you now.” “I was never mad at you.” He mumbled, averting his gaze to white bedding between them. “I know I disappointed all of you. I never wanted you to find out what I did, especially not like this.” “I know that but let’s just put in the past, okay?” Hoseok carefully placed his hand on Jungkook’s knee. “You’re going through so much right now and I just want to be here for you and help you. It really hurts to see you so sad all the time.” A weak smile tugged at his lips. “I’m going to be okay, you don’t have to worry.” “I worry about you all the time, we all do. So please, Jungkookie, if you need to talk to someone, we’re all here for you, you know that right?” “Hyung, I know that.”

* Jimin knocked on the door, a short knock followed by two quick ones - their not so secret sign that it was either one of them before he entered the youngest room, who was busy pulling out clothes from his closet and throwing them on the floor.

“Is that what you wanted help with? Sorting out your clothes?” Jimin mused, trying to find a free piece of flooring for him to step closer to Jungkook. “Hyung, no…I-” He gasped, practically ripping a hoodie from a hanger. “I have a plan, and I need your help.” “A plan? A plan that involves donating clothes to charity?” “No…” Jungkook held two identical-looking black hoodies up. “I’m going to see y/n.” “WHAT?” Jimin’s eyes grew wide, the sheer panic was straining his voice. “You’re not allowed to do that, you will get into trouble.” “I know but I don’t care. I just want to see her and I’m not going to wait any longer.” “And how do you plan on doing that, huh? We still have security around and last time I checked, the press is still waiting outside.” “That’s where you’ll come in…” There was a dangerous twinkle in Jungkook’s eyes that could only mean trouble but Jimin was more than intrigued and willing to help. “Do you want me to call you a taxi? Because I have my phone right here.” “No, you’ll help me sneak past security and the press, I’ll take care of the rest.” “I will need more details…” “Go get your black sweat pants and Vans, I’ll explain it to you when you get back here.” Jimin was confused, but he blindly followed the instructions as he quickly walked back to his room. For once happy that Hoseok was so adamant about his skincare routine that he had the room to himself for a bit. “What are you doing? I saw you sneaking into Jk’s room.” A deep voice made him spin around on his heels. Taehyung was walking towards him, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “I’m just helping him with something.” “With what?” “I can’t tell you.” Immediately he regretted saying those words to his best friend, who looked so hurt that his lips pursed trying to hide his dismay. “Okay, fine, I’ll tell you but you have to promise me that you won’t tell a soul what we’re doing.” “Promise.” He held up his pinky, so Jimin could wrap his own around it. “Stamp it.” They said in unison when they twisted their hands so the pads of their thumbs could meet. “We’re trying to sneak Jk out of here so he can go check on y/n.” “What?” Taehyung whisper yelled. “Yeah, please don’t tell anyone.” “I won’t.” Taehyung locked eyes with him. “I will help you.” “What?” Jimin was confused, Taehyung was still mad at them, why was he now offering to help Jungkook? “Yes, I want to know if she’s okay too…” He muttered, his cheeks turning pink. “Ever since I saw what happened to her, I’ve been worried sick. I know she loves Jungkook and she probably wants to see him too…so I’m going to help him.” An overwhelming feeling spread in Jimin’s chest, although Taehyung was so deeply hurt by what they had done, he still loved them; putting aside his own hurt to help his friends. Jimin felt his eyes tearing up, quickly wiping them with his sleeve. “I’m sure, Jungkookie will appreciate your help, Taetae.” He ruffled the younger one's hair. “You’ll need black sweats and a matching hoodie, so go grab them.” Tae nodded, hurrying back to his room to grab his clothes. A small part of Jimin was unsure whether Jungkook would approve of this but for the time being, he was just glad that Taehyung was coming around; it was the first step to mending the broken friendships. They stood in front of the mirror, the three of them wearing matching black outfits, a black mask to cover half their faces and the hoods pulled deep down their foreheads. “I think this will work, it’s dark outside if we move fast, they won’t notice a difference.” Taehyung muttered, adjusting his mask once again. “Jungkook-ah, don’t do anything stupid. If it’s too risky, we will find another way, okay?” “Sure, yeah.” He lied, not an ounce of his body was going to give up on seeing her tonight. Every nerve inside of him was missing her, he couldn’t wait - each minute that passed felt like torture. He was losing her, she was getting further and further away from him and there was nothing he could do - it was like he was trying to catch smoke with his bare hands. “Then let’s go.” Jimin clapped his hands together and they quietly walked out into the hallway, trying not to make a sound. Jimin knew that this idea was stupid beyond belief and he didn’t quite understand why he was participating in it but helping Jungkook was more important, they could deal with the repercussions later, together. “Where do you think you’re going?” Jin’s voice made the three boys flinch when he turned on the light. “Why are you dressed like that?” “We…uhm…” Jimin tried to come up with a white lie but his brain was slowing down. “I’m going to see y/n!” Jungkook said bluntly. “And they’re helping me.”

Jimin quickly rammed his elbow into the youngest ribs to shut him up but it was too late. They would now have to go back to their rooms without even the slightest chance of leaving the building. “I’m appalled.” The eldest clicked his tongue. “There’s no way for you to get past security, especially for you Jungkook.” “We’ll find a way. We have to.” He stuttered, not having an idea of how to even leave the apartment without having to face the guard outside. “You should’ve just come to me earlier.” “What?” “I’ll help you. Wait by the door, you’ll know when the time is right.” Jin winked at them, before grabbing his car keys from the sideboard and leaving the apartment. Taehyung quickly grabbed the door-handle, making sure it didn’t close and they could listen to what was going on. “I just need to grab something from my car, I’ll be right back.” “Alright, sir.” The stern security guard said, not moving an inch from his chair. “How is that supposed to help us get out?” Jungkook rolled his eyes, he was getting antsy waiting for something to happen. The others shrugged, pressing their ears to the door, focusing on any sign from the oldest member. Only a few minutes later, Jin’s panicked voice suddenly echoed through the hallway. “You need to go down to the parking garage. I saw some people down there sneaking around.” “What?” “Yes, I think they’re trying to get access to the building.” A lot of rustling was making it difficult for them to understand what was going on but soon Jin pulled the door open. “Go.” He whispered. “They should be distracted for a while.” “Thank you.” Jungkook mouthed, as he hurried towards the stairs, following the older boys as they sprinted down to the exit. For once, luck was on their side and they soon stood underneath the trees, hiding in complete darkness. “How are we going to do this now?” Taehyung was trying to catch his breath, his hand pressing into his side where he felt a sting. His heart was racing and his breathing was labored, the adrenaline rush was making him feel lightheaded. Jungkook exhaled. “You go out first, make sure they see you. You’ll have to move quickly and then Jimin will do the same and if the timing’s right, I’ll go.” “Do you think that will work?” Jimin questioned, still not convinced that the plan was well thought out. “I don’t know, we will see, I guess.” They quickly moved to the exit, where the press was still gathered at this hour. Quietly they hid behind a wall, giving them the perfect view of their playing field. Jungkook watched how Taehyung pulled the hood deep down his face, speed walking on the right side to sneak away behind the spectators but they easily spotted him, almost attacking him with microphones and cameras. “Jimin-ah, go.” He nodded, making sure the mask was covering his mouth before he ran out on the left side, making the paparazzi almost break their necks. “That’s him! That’s him!” A woman screeched and they collectively hurried after Jimin, who was running like the devil himself was chasing him down the street. Taehyung was leaning against the wall, waving his hand by his side of his body and that was all Jungkook needed to sprint past him as fast as he could. There was no time to thank his brothers, he would do that later, now he had to focus on running and getting enough distance between him and all those people. He didn’t care that the cold air was making his eyes water, he didn’t care that his legs were starting to feel weak; he had to keep going; repeating her name over and over in his head. A loud banging on the door made her sit up straight in her bed, her body involuntarily started shaking right away. Did they find out where she lived? Did they follow her home? She wasn’t quite sure if she really heard someone calling her name, or if she was imagining it as she slowly got up and quietly walked towards the door. “Y/n open the door, please.” She recognized his voice instantly, her fingers wrapping tightly around the handle before pressing it down; she had no strength left in her to fight the need to see his face. “Kookie, what are you…” Without a word, he stepped inside closing the door with his foot before wrapping his arms around her to hide his face in the crook of her neck. Hesitantly her nails dug into his hoodie, bunching up the fabric in her fists. He didn’t say anything, she just felt his tears on her skin burning like acid rain. When her grip loosened, he pulled away from her but keeping his gaze low. “We should go to my room.” “Okay.” He followed her with his heart hammering in his chest; he had noticed her hesitation and it made it harder for him to breathe. What if coming here was not a good idea? Reluctantly they stood facing each other but her brows furrowed and her hand went up to his head, pulling the hood down - eyes widening when she saw it. Jungkook felt queasy, he didn’t want her to see his hair this short. “I-I…noona…” “I like it, you look manlier.” Biting down on her bottom lip, she forced her lips into a smile to suppress the tears that were about to spill from her eyes. Gently, she ran her hand over his head, making him lean into her touch. “I really do like it, you look handsome.” Jungkook let out a staggered breath; what she thought mattered most to him and if she liked it then he would be able to like it too, eventually, maybe. Only now he noticed the bruises on her cheeks, the little cuts on her forehead. “I’m sorry they did that to you.” He swallowed an invisible lump, his fingers gently reaching out to touch her cheek but she moved her head away from him. “It’s okay, I’m fine.” “Are you really?” She nodded but it wasn’t convincing enough, he pulled her in close, ever so lightly he cupped her face to press the lightest of kisses to her cheeks and forehead. Eyes swimming in tears, she looked up at him. “You still love me…?” Jungkook felt tears running down his cheeks. “Yes, I still love you.” He didn’t know why but he leaned in for a kiss - he just wanted to be with her and not think of anything that happened over the past couple of days. The moment their lips touched he felt a hiccup in his heartbeat like when he missed a step. Everything just felt for so right again like they belonged together and he was sure she must have been sensing it too. Deepening the kiss, his tongue was practically begging for access when out of the blue she pushed him away. “What’s wrong?” He asked, not able to wrap his head around what just happened. “Go! You need to leave. This isn’t good, okay?” “Wait! Why? I don’t want to leave, I want to be with you!” “Jungkook you have to go!” He didn’t understand; mere seconds ago she was kissing him back and now she was telling him to leave, but he didn’t want to, not yet at least. His eyes were focusing in on the bracelet that she was still wearing, and so did he. She never took it off, not even after she broke up with him, just like he promised her on that day at the beach… To Jungkook’s own surprise, lies were rolling off his tongue so easily these days - without batting an eye, he had told his hyungs that he was taking Yina out for the day. When in reality, it was y/n’s day off and he wanted to spend it with her, far away from people they knew to lower the risk of getting caught. In the early hours of the morning, he had picked her up to take her to Naksan beach which was four hours away from Seoul, on the opposite coastline. Contrary to road trips with Yina, who enjoyed just watching the scenery, the drive with y/n was different - they would sing together, she’d feed him snacks she packed and when they got quiet, she played with his hair while watching the sunrise. In Jungkook’s opinion, the drive itself was perfect - even if they would never arrive at their destination, he was truly happy that day. After exploring Yangyang and eating a ridiculously big lunch, they finally went to the beach, walking along the pier to the little red lighthouse to take some pictures. He recalled being here for a photo shoot not too long ago but back then they didn’t have time to wander around and enjoy the beautiful view of the ocean. The weather was dreary, clouds in all shades of gray forming a big cluster on the sky, making them the only two people who dared to visit the beach that day. “Can you put him in your pocket?” She held out the little plush bunny in swimming shorts that he had bought for her at a small souvenir shop in town. “I don’t want to get him wet.” “Of course.” He neatly tucked the bunny in the pocket of his jacket, making sure the button was secured, not wanting to risk losing it. She smiled up at him while rolling up her jeans and stuffing her socks into her sneakers before she ran towards the shoreline to dip her feet into crystal clear water. “It’s so cold.” She squealed, jumping from one foot to the other. “Come on, hurry up!” “I’m coming.” He called, slowly slipping off his own shoes but watching her run away from the waves that crashed on the sand was a lot more fun than doing it himself. The sand felt soft underneath his feet when he made his way over, making sure his eyes never left her. It dawned on him that he had never noticed, until now, how cute she actually was. Of course, he knew how beautiful she was but her little squeals whenever a wave caught up to her made his heart melt - he really was the luckiest guy on earth to have found his soulmate without even having to look for her. It was almost like he had never properly understood what real love felt like until he looked in her eyes; the thought often crossed his mind but a part of him thought it was ridiculous to even think that way. His heart, on the other hand, was sure that she was the girl he’d be spending the rest of his life with. “What are you doing?” Her voice caught him off guard, he hadn’t noticed that he was standing still, just looking at her. “I-I was just thinking…” He trailed off, ears turning a deep shade of pink underneath his cap while she was walking towards him, her hand stretched out for him to hold. “Kookie, don’t think about what happens when we get back to Seoul, please. I want to have a nice day, okay?” He nodded, lacing their fingers together - if only she knew what had been on his mind. She lifted their hands up to press a chaste kiss on the back of his hand before she started running, pulling him along with her. The water was cold but it felt unbelievably good, he couldn’t remember the last time he went to a beach just to have some fun and not for something work-related. For a while, they played catch with the waves and splashed each other with water until he felt exhaustion spreading to his limbs. He sat down in the sand; just far enough so the water couldn’t reach him. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, letting the fresh salty air fill his lungs and the gusts of wind caressed his skin and at that moment he felt complete, the missing puzzle pieces were all in place like nothing could go wrong. He felt her presence, his eyes fluttering open as she was about to sit down next to him but he quickly pulled her in between his legs so she could lean against his chest. Tightly he wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head. Neither of them said a word, just watching a few stray clouds letting hints of the hidden blue sky peek through the cracks; the calming sound of the waves crashing on the shore seemed to drown out the whole world around them. Her fingers gently played with his as she shifted a little to rest her head against his shoulder. “I wish every day could be like this.” She mumbled softly, making his heart ache. He wanted to give her everything she wanted, he really did and he would go to the end of the world for her if that meant she was happy. Jungkook leaned down, gingerly pressing his lips on top of her head. “Then I’ll take you to the beach every day and every day can be like this.” And although they both knew that it was just a fantasy and would never be possible, he heard the smile in her voice when she whispered “Okay.” Suddenly she untangled his arms from around her torso and kneeled down in front of him, still between his legs. “I wanted to give you something…” Her hand slid into the pocket of her jacket. “Close your eyes.” He did as he was told, her shaking fingers wrapped around his wrist. “Hold still.” He could hear she was concentrating when something cold touched his skin and he fought the urge to flinch. “Okay, you can open your eyes.” Looking down on his wrist, there was a black leather bracelet with a silver plate. “I- y/n, you didn’t have to..” “Yes I had to, you did all this for today.” She paused, pulling up her sleeve to reveal the same bracelet on her wrist but the delicate metal plate was rose-gold. “Thank you for making our 100th day anniversary so special.” She leaned in, her lips brushing against his and his heart stopped. He didn’t know, he had absolutely no idea it was their anniversary. Maybe because they were keeping their relationship a secret and they never had a real official first date, or maybe it was because she had mentioned that those things didn’t really matter to her anyway that he had paid no attention as to how many days they had been together. He felt like a jerk but he knew that if he told her the truth it would break her heart and that was the last thing he wanted. “I’m never taking it off, thank you.” He pulled her in closer, crashing his lips on hers; hoping that she could feel how much he loved her. “Can you at least look me in the eyes and tell me you want me to leave?” His voice was fragile; he was scared that she would do it and he could already feel the cracks in his heart getting bigger with every breath he took without her giving him an answer. “If you can’t say it when looking at me…” “Then what? You’re not going to leave?” He shook his head, ready to stand his ground; he wasn’t going to leave now, not after what he had been through to get here. “No, I won’t because I don’t really think you want me to…” Throwing her hands up in frustration, she let out a sigh. “What part of us being together is bad, don’t you understand?” “I don’t understand because you and I is the only good thing that has come from all of this.” “But there is no you and me anymore! I ruined everything.” “What do you mean you ruined everything?” “I ruined your friendships, as well as my own and your career. I shouldn’t be around you and that’s why there is no you and me anymore. Got it?” His mouth opened and closed without making a sound; did she really think she was the only one responsible for what happened - that she was the only one hurting all the time? “So can you please just leave?” She mumbled, looking down at her feet but he couldn’t get his own to move. “No, noona... I don’t want you to think that you ruined everything. You didn’t, you made everything better for me.” Carefully he moved in a little bit closer, wanting to wrap his arms around her and just hold her until she understood that he was all in and wouldn’t go anywhere, even if she didn’t want him to stay. She let out a sigh. “You say that now because you don’t want to see that I fucked everything up.” Slowly she sat down on her bed, fiddling with the hem of her pajama top to keep her busy from doing something she’d regret. “You really didn’t, I promise.” Sitting down next to her, he got a good look at the bruises on her legs; he wasn’t the only one who had been through hell and back these past days. He was desperately looking for something he could say - something that would make her change her mind and just take him back. It didn’t matter that to him that he would’ve lied to everyone again, he needed to be with her and if that meant the end of his career then so be it; he was willing to give up his dreams for her but he knew that if he voiced his thoughts, she would never let that happen. After a while, he cleared his throat that was threatening to close up. “So…do you really want me to leave?” His tongue had trouble forming the words; he had imagined that him showing up at her place would go differently. He had been sure that she would’ve been happy to finally see him again but he had never been so wrong in his life. She adjusted her position to face him; Jungkook was preparing himself to go home and hide in bed when her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips hungrily pressed on his. He was in shock; he didn’t see it coming so all he could do for a moment was stare at her face before his eyes fluttered shut and kissed her back. Licking into his mouth, her hands started pulling at his hoodie, wanting to remove the unwanted item of clothing. Firmly his hands wrapped around her wrists as he broke away from her. “Noona, what does this-“

Her index finger pressed to his open mouth while she placed soft kisses to his jawline. “Ssshhh just be with me now…” Jungkook nodded, despite being confused. His mind was racing but he still couldn’t bring himself to say no to her, although he had so many questions that were still unanswered. Deliberately she pulled the hoodie over his head before reconnecting their lips in a somewhat innocent kiss. Almost immediately he felt her fumbling with the drawstrings of his sweat pants, rushing to get rid of everything that separated them. “Noona…” He attempted to mumble into the kiss, this time she pulled away. “Kookie, please.” Her whiny voice was the last push he needed to gently push her down into the pillows on the bed. Kissing her again, his trembling fingers started unbuttoning her top; his nerves were getting the upper hand like they did the first time they slept together. Their tongues were shyly playing a game of catch as her nails gently scratched over his bare shoulders; he could still taste the all too familiar traces of her vanilla lip balm, maybe not everything had changed. Blindly his hand cupped her breast, rolling the bud between his index finger and thumb, instantly evoking a soft whimper from her as her hips bucked up, colliding with his. Leaving a trail of butterfly kisses down her neck to the rosy mounds of flesh, sucking the hardening bud into his mouth. Jungkook groaned when a delicious moan reached his ears, making his member twitch excitedly in its soft fabric prison. Gingerly he let his hand followed the curve of her body when he licked his way back up to her mouth. “Please touch me…” A whisper that held so much power over him. Her skin was covered in goosebumps as he reached the waistband of her panties, letting his fingertips slip inside. “You’re so wet already, baby.” Jungkook mumbled against her neck as she held on tightly to his shoulder while his middle finger ventured down her core; gasping when it dipped inside just a bit to gather some of her juices. Lips glued to her neck, he let his fingertips trace her lips, wanting to remember how every inch of her body felt - he needed to engrave it into his memory just in case this was the last time he would get to touch her. “Baby…” She whined when he finally circled in around her clit, avoiding the spot that would soon make her squirm. Peppering soft kisses up to her ear, where he gently nibbled on her lobe. “I missed you so much, you don’t even know…” Jungkook’s voice was low and raspy when he spoke, eliciting a small cry from her when his fingers applied more pressure around the sensitive nub. “I missed kissing you…” Her nails dug deeper into his skin as she tried to keep quiet, only betrayed by her own hips who tried so desperately to get more friction than Jungkook was supplying. He exhaled, stopping the motion of his fingers, nervous anticipation filling the gap between them. “I missed touching you…” Arching her back off the mattress when he finally grazed the spot he’d been avoiding deliberately, her legs squirming against his at the newfound waves of pleasure coming down on her. “Stay still, baby.” He softly chuckled, managing to trap at least one of her legs underneath his right. Fondly he smiled down on her as he watched her blossom under his ministrations, pressing her arm to her mouth to muffle the repeated moans of his name. Until now Jungkook had never realized how amazing it was to watch her fall apart; he did enjoy using his tongue but being able to see how her face flushed and her lashes fluttered from the little circles his fingers were drawing was out of this world - making him fall in love with her all over again.

“P-please stop.” She tried to wiggle away from him a little; normally he would keep going, knowing that she was getting close but he paused, giving her enough time to slip her hand down his sweats and wrap it around his length. “Noona…ahh.” His voice hitched and his head fell back when she slowly started rubbing her thumb over the tip, coating it with the beads of precum that just kept spilling. Her touch was very light but he was so desperate to feel her that his body reacted erratically, bucking his hips into her hand; never wanting her to stop. Trailing sweet kisses up his neck until she reached his lips, she delicately sucked on his bottom lip, making it throb in her mouth; her hand moving up and down his dick painfully slow, feeling him getting harder by the second. Jungkook whimpered, almost melting in his briefs. He was getting ready to distract himself from his own pleasure by touching her again when she broke the kiss. “Kookie…” There was no moaning, no outcry to get him to touch her and his heart sank for a second, fearing that they had gone too far. “Love me…” She whispered softly, looking up at him, her other hand cupping his cheek. He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch, relishing the warm feeling spreading in his chest before shifting his body weight to his knees, he placed a kiss to her lips, fully prepared to show her how much he loved her. Kneeling down between her legs, he gently lifted them to roll her panties up to discard them on the floor next to the bed, before spreading them again. “I’m so lucky, you’re so handsome.” She smiled lovingly, wanting to reach up to touch his face but he wouldn’t let her, making her pout in return. A little too eagerly, Jungkook pushed down his sweats and briefs - his heart hiccuping in anticipation of being one with her again. Holding and kissing her was amazing but sleeping with her always felt different to him; it was some form of a deeper connection he couldn’t even begin to explain. Lying down on top of her, supporting most of his weight on his arms next to her shoulders, he started peppering small kisses all over her cheeks to her lips, letting his tongue disappear in her mouth to taste her again. Slowly grinding against her core, just to make sure she was still wet enough for him when she whimpered into the kiss; the engorged tip of his member applying enough pressure to her clit to send her flying again. Shoving his one hand between their bodies to line himself up, before he pushed the tip inside, the feeling of bliss washing over him as he felt the velveteen walls hugging his dick. “Is that okay?” He asked, brushing her hair from her face. “More than okay.” She smiled, puckering up her lips for yet another kiss. Jungkook was moving slowly, taking his sweet time, enjoying every little noise he was eliciting from her with each stroke. Her nails were digging into his shoulder blades, clinging onto him for dear life, as if it was just a dream and he would disappear the moment she woke up. Their lips were glued together, only ever breaking apart to up their oxygen intake before diving back in for more. He adjusted his position, pushing her legs up to his sides so she could rest her calves on his lower back - his body was ready to chase his down his high but he had to shift his focus on hers first. When he bottomed out after a hard thrust, she pulled away, letting her head fall back. “Oh god, right there.” A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth; he loved that she always let him know when he was hitting the right spot. “’s that good, baby?” He asked, hips slamming into her much harder than before but she couldn’t answer him, too busy trying to muffle her moans against his skin. He wanted her to let herself fall and just bathe in the waves of pleasure washing over her body but he could tell she was holding back a little. Jungkook sucked on his fingers, letting his hand venture down to the swollen bundle of nerves to rub it again. Gasping for air, she locked eyes with him as she let out whiny moans of his name. “Jungkook-ah…” “It’s okay baby, you can cum. Don’t wait for me.” He encouraged her, sucking a small bruise on the column of her throat. Bottoming out with every thrust, he knew that she needed him to go faster to reach her high. Alternating between little figure-eights and flicking her clit, he knew she would soon reach the point of no return. Her moans were fogging up his brain - each one higher in pitch than the last, making it difficult for him to keep a steady pace. The knot in his stomach that was pulling itself tighter and tighter was about to snap but he had to keep going, they were both so unbelievably close that he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, her hips now meeting his halfway. “You feel so good.” Jungkook panted, her convulsing walls trying to milk him dry; his scrotum contracting dangerously. “Baby!” She whined a heads up, her left hand fisting the sheets while the other tightly squeezed his biceps, the stinging feeling of his skin completely subdued by the rush of her high. He was in a daze, watching her come undone, her loud moans ringing in his ears as his member suddenly erupted when he bottomed out, hot white streams of cum painting her walls as white as snow. Letting his body sink onto hers, he buried his face in the crook of her neck as his own orgasm washed over him. “I love you, baby…I love you so much…I love you” He let out a slurry of moans against her sweat glistening skin, thrusting sloppily to get every last drop as deep inside of her as he could, never wanting to come down from this high. Breathing heavily but staying still, he softly pressed little pecks to her shoulder when a sob shook him to his core. He lifted his head up to look at her but hers was turned the other way. “Noona, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” “No, I’m fine…j-just ignore me.” She blubbered, trying to wipe the tears away without him noticing. He pulled out to lie down beside her, wrapping his arms around her trembling body. “Tell me what’s wrong…let me fix it.” He whispered; the dopamine from his orgasm that had rushed through his veins, vanishing instantly. “No, no it’s okay…just give me a minute.” But he couldn’t, the world no longer made sense to him; he just couldn’t come up with a reason why she suddenly broke down in tears after he had just told her how much he loved her when she had wanted him to make love to her. “Noona, it’s not okay. You wouldn’t be crying if it was.” She turned around in his arms, burying her face against his chest, her tears feeling like a thousand needles poking and prodding at his skin. “I-I…” A choked sob riddled her body, his embrace tightening around her. He felt so lost, not knowing what to do or how to comfort her. Was he supposed to just hold her and let her cry? But that was easier said than done when he felt tears pricking at his own eyes. “I love you so much, Kookie and it just sucks that we can’t…be together anymore.” “Yes, we can be together, don’t say that.” Desperation was flaring up in his chest as the tears finally escaped their prison. “No, we can’t and you know it.” The sniffles were muffled against his quickly rising chest. “But why? I’m here now. I will always be here.” “Because I’m holding you back and…” He wanted to go deaf so that he wouldn’t have to hear her say any of that nonsense. “- and I’m just standing in your way and ruining your career and I don’t want that. I want you to be happy even if it’s without me.” “But how am I supposed to be happy without you?” His heart was slowly crumbling to pieces, not able to grasp the concept that he could ever be okay without her in his life. “I don’t know but eventually you’ll move on with someone else…” Untangling his arms from her, he sat up, forcing her to do the same. She didn’t know one bit, how much he had suffered from being separated from her, his heart felt like it was incomplete, missing its other half. “I won’t! After everything, we went through…I don’t want anyone else. I want you, don’t you get it?” Averting her eyes to the pillows, she tried to avoid looking at him - tears rapidly flowing down his cheeks. “I want you too but you know, sometimes things just don’t work out, no matter how badly you want them to.” “Bullshit! You just let those stupid comments get to you and now you’re pushing me away because those people made you believe you’re not good for me.” “But they are right…” She weakly protested. “If you truly believed that, you would’ve taken your bracelet off but you’re still wearing it…do not lie to me like that.” He inhaled shakily, feeling like someone was standing on his chest, infringing on his ability to breathe properly. As if she was reminiscing, her fingertips traced the metal plate on the bracelet. “I just want what’s best for you…and it’s not me.” “Y/n, you know that we are meant to be together. You have said it yourself that we are soulmates, how can you even say that we’re not supposed to be together?” “You have to grow up and learn that you can’t always get what you want. This isn’t a candy store…” “Are you even listening to yourself? You’re trying so hard to keep us apart with those stupid reasons…” He got up, pulling his pants up and reaching for his hoodie on the floor. He could tell that she wanted to say something but she kept quiet, fresh tears dripping down her cheeks and onto her bare chest. “I’m not going to give up so easily…you will see that we are meant to be together and I don’t care what anyone says and you shouldn’t either…maybe you can grow up and learn that we are a thing that’s worth fighting for.” His hand slid into the pocket of his hoodie, holding tightly onto the white gold Love bracelet, before placing it on her nightstand. “This is yours because I’m yours.”

“Where is he?” Namjoon was pacing up and down the living room, checking his watch for the hundredth time in the past 20 minutes, after they had noticed that Jungkook wasn’t home or nowhere to be found anywhere in the apartment complex, or around on the premisses to clear his head. “I’d like to know that too…” Yoongi was unusually worried, eyeing the other members who were quietly sitting on the sofa, pretending they couldn’t hear a word they were saying. “You guys know something...” Hoseok contemplated, tapping on his chin with his index finger. “I’m sure of it, you all look really suspicious…” “Exactly! Spill it!” Yoongi agreed while Namjoon tried calling the youngest yet again. “What? We don’t know anything.” Jin shrugged his shoulders. “I think, we should just calm down, he’ll be home soon. I’m sure, he just needed to blow off some steam. Did anyone check the gym?” “He’s not picking up.” The leader informed the group when the heavy front door opened and closed and Jungkook dragged his feet into the living room. “Where have you been? We were worried about you!” Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon scolded him in unison. “Out.” He mumbled, his eyes were puffy from crying and he wanted nothing more than to hide in his bedroom and don’t see or talk to anyone. “Out?” Namjoon repeated. “You do know that you are not allowed to go out without supervision? We were worried that something happened to you and all you say is ‘out’?” “But it didn’t. I’m fine, nobody saw me.” “Jungkook-ah…” Jimin said softly, he could tell by the look on his face that something wasn’t right. “What did she say?” “Who?” Hobi interrupted but Jimin indicated with his hand for him to stay quiet. “We’re not getting back together…” “You went to see y/n?” Usually, Namjoon always stayed calm but the tension on his face told everyone that he was getting upset at the youngest for breaking the rules when they all needed to be extra careful. “I’m sorry, Jk.” Jin smiled sadly. “It’s okay…if you don’t mind, I wanna be alone for a bit.” “Sure thing.” Jimin reached out and gave his hand a light squeeze. “If you want some company, we’re here for you, okay?” The youngest nodded and disappeared down the hallway to seek comfort in his bedroom. Namjoon scoffed. “I can’t believe, he actually did that…he’s trying really, really hard to get into trouble these days.” “Lay off him! He’s having a hard time right now!” Jin furrowed his eyebrows, letting out an elongated sigh. “Are you serious? He’s doing one reckless thing after the other.” “Maybe it was bound to happen that he acted out…” Yoongi pondered. “I mean, he always had to behave and stay in line…” “He’s not acting out, he just wanted to see her after what happened to her. It’s normal, he’s in love with her.” Jimin defended Jungkook, who wasn’t present to fight for himself. “We should be supportive now. You guys heard that they’re not getting back together. I think he needs us.” “You’re right…” Namjoon gave in, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “He really does need us right now.” While the others were discussing how they could cheer their little brother up, Taehyung slipped out into the hallway unnoticed; quietly he walked towards Jungkook’s room. Stopping a few times, wanting to turn around but he couldn’t. A part of him was still hurt, his heart aching every time he thought about either one of them but the anger he felt had subsided slowly, at times he felt an overwhelming amount of disappointment flooding his mind but he kept telling himself that it was natural to feel that way after being lied to by two of your best friends. It struck him as odd to feel pity for Jungkook when he had caused all of this trouble in the first place, but he did - seeing his little brother heartbroken wasn’t something he could ignore and he knew that y/n was feeling the same, the urge to comfort her as well rearing its head in the pit of his stomach. Taehyung inhaled, as if to gather up all the courage he could muster and knocked on the door, faintly he heard the youngest mumble a ‘yes’ and he quickly opened and closed the door behind him. Jungkook was lying on his bed, trying to hide the tissue he had used to soak up the tears under his pillow, while Taehyung sat down next to him. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay..” “Oh yeah, I am…” Jungkook didn’t even have to fake a smile; he was genuinely happy that Tae was finally speaking to him again. “You didn’t have to check on me but thank you, hyung!” “I was worried about you…you said, she doesn’t want to get back together?” He shook his head, his eyes drooping in sadness. “She says, she loves me but we can’t be together.” “And why’s that?” Taehyung tilted his head, confused as to why his best friend didn’t want to be with his little brother anymore. “Stupid reasons like she’s holding me back and ruining my career. I think she let those people get into her head.” Jungkook’s eyes shot up when his older brother chuckled. “What’s so funny?” “Ah, Jungkookie…” Tae patted his head. “I don’t know if you know this yet but y/n can be very, very stubborn. She thinks she’s right about something but eventually, she will realize that she’s wrong and I’m pretty sure she will come around.” “How do you kn-?” “I’ve known her my whole life, remember? It’s her thing, always been like that.” Jungkook sighed, his lips jutting out into a pout. “I wish she would hurry up and realize how wrong she is…” “Don’t worry, it’ll happen sooner than you think.” They fell silent for a moment; it wasn’t uncomfortable this time around. It was like a weight was lifted off their shoulders and they both knew, that they would be able to overcome this hurdle in their friendship.

“Hyung…” The younger one muttered, piddling at his comforter. “I’m sorry, I lied to you. I should’ve been honest with you from the start. I really hope, you can fully forgive me one day.” “I’m not saying it doesn’t still hurt but I’m not mad anymore…and I’d like that.” Tae smiled shyly when Jimin barged into the room without knocking, stopping in his tracks when his eyes fell on both boys sitting across from each other on the bed. “What is going on?” “We were just talking.” Taehyung assured him. “What’s up?” As soon as he asked, the other members squeezed through the door, piling up in the small space between the door and the bed. “It’s only 10pm, let’s go out to eat and maybe karaoke after!” All the members were nodding enthusiastically behind Jimin. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” Jungkook questioned, not wanting to get into any more trouble. “Yes, we talked to the managers and they said it’s okay if it’s just us. They’re sending a car, so go get dressed.” Jungkook couldn’t help but smile, welcoming the distraction with open arms. “Jungkookie you think of a restaurant where you want to go.” Jin called as he was walking away to his room to get dressed as well. It was almost like nothing ever happened between them, they were cooped up in a small private room at Jungkook’s favorite restaurant, eating and drinking while talking about anything that popped into their heads. Jungkook hated to admit it but he had missed his brothers very much; all the sneaking around and hiding away from them, had involuntarily built a barrier between them and with each laughter that filled the room, he could feel it breaking down. After Jimin had recovered from sliding off his chair from laughing so hard after Hoseok had spilled beer all over Yoongi’s new phone, Jungkook cleared his throat. “So…you’re all not mad at me anymore, right?” Carefully he looked at his older brothers, eyes swimming in tears as he waited for their reply. He knew, he was ruining the mood but the question was eating him up inside - he would’ve hated to find out later that they were all just pretending to make him feel alright for a couple of hours. To his surprise, Namjoon wrapped his arm around his shoulders. “We were never mad at you, just a little disappointed. You’re still a part of us, Jungkook.” Hiding his face in his hands, he let the tears fall freely but he didn’t want his hyungs to see how relieved he was that they still loved and cared about him. “Is he crying?” Jin asked astounded, looking at the others. “I think so…” Yoongi couldn’t tell until Jungkook let out a quiet sob. “Oh Jungkookie, don’t cry!” Hoseok got to his feet, hurrying around the table to give him a hug. “When you cry, we all cry. Don’t do that!” He softly chuckled, letting his brothers hug him and wipe his tears away, thinking that maybe one day he would be okay as long as they were by his side.

*~~EPILOGUE ~~*

It was a cloudy day, the sun was hiding behind a thick blanket of clouds while she was confined to the car, staring at a row of buildings that all looked the same to her. Deliberately she was pulling at her sweater to make it wider and comfier. “Not long, five more minutes or so.” She nodded, fiddling with the strap of her purse - her nerves getting the better of her. “Aren’t you excited?” “I am…” She replied, trailing off; unsure whether she was actually excited or scared. They had never talked about it, really but she was hoping it would all turn out just fine. Nervously she stepped out of the car, leaning against it to keep a close eye on the door, wishing she would have brought Taehyung or Ha-na for moral support but they were busy visiting locations for the party after the wedding reception. The unusual loud beep of her phone made her flinch when it snapped her out of her thoughts. [Jimin - 2:28pm] Don’t tell Jungkookie about his surprise party later! 🤫 And don’t worry y/n, I know he will be very excited when you tell him 😍 She let out a sigh, it was easier said than done - she had been on edge since last night, only tossing and turning all night. What if he wasn’t happy about it? The others had reassured her a million times by now that it was all going to be fine but now she was contemplating waiting a little longer, maybe even a few months, as ridiculous as it sounded in her head. She was checking her watch yet again, thinking that a minute could easily feel like hours when suddenly a door opened and a few people left the most official-looking building of them all. Her eyes found him, surrounded by the guys in his unit as they were walking towards their families after the ceremony, which she hadn’t been allowed to attend for privacy reasons, but that didn’t matter now. The tingling feeling in her legs, made her impatient and she just couldn’t stand still and wait for him to get to her, so she started running towards him. The moment he spotted her, Jungkook’s face lit up, his stomach was swarming with butterflies as he dropped his bag on the ground, ready to catch her in his arms. “Jungkook-ah, is that your girlfriend?” Minhyuk laughed next to him, nudging him with his elbow, watching as she came running, her skirt blowing in the wind. “Yes.” He said proudly, getting ready to wrap his arms around her for the first time in almost three months. “Looks like she’s really excited to see you, you really should’ve taken a shower this morning.” Junyoung teased him, making the other guys chuckle as they all seemingly waited to watch the reunion. “I saw Jungkookie using perfume before the ceremony, he’ll be fine.” Hyunwoo added, patting his shoulder. “Your teasing is definitely something I won’t miss.” Jungkook winked at them before shifting his focus back to her. He had become good friends with some of the guys in his unit after spending day and night with them - maybe it reminded him of the old days with the other members but it comforted him and made his military service not as bad as he had imagined it before enlisting. His heart was hammering against his ribcage when he picked her up right before she could crash into his chest. His arms securely wrapped around her thighs, he slowly spun around in circles with her. She gently cupped his face, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips, only deepening it for a few seconds. Carefully he set her down, her fingers digging into the rough material of his uniform jacket. “Hey.” She smiled shyly, looking up at him. “Hey.” Jungkook gently brushed his fingertips over her cheek, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “I missed you.” “We missed you too…” “We?” He asked; confusion painted all over his face. He had been told that his members would stay at home and they wouldn’t get together until after his little meeting with the press and fans outside the company building. “Yes, we…” Taking his hand, he could feel hers shaking when she placed it on her stomach. “We missed you a lot.” Jungkook froze; unsure of whether his ears were playing tricks on him or not. His heart was racing again, but this time it was different - a fuzzy feeling rushed through his body as he slowly started to move his hand over her stomach, feeling the small bump that was well hidden underneath the oversized sweater. “Are you serious?” He swallowed hard, trying to stop his eyes from watering. “I am, I went to the doctor a few weeks ago…” She trailed off, suddenly feeling guilty for not having told him sooner. “I’m sorry, I should’ve… I wanted to tell you in person.” “No, no..it’s okay!” He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was going to be a father just yet. “I-I’m happy you told me like this, it was perfect.” He smiled, cupping her face to wipe the tears from her cheeks. “Noona, I love you.” Ever so delicately he kissed her before he sunk to his knees to press his lips to her stomach, an overwhelming feeling of happiness spreading in his chest.

* “Kookie, she woke up again.” Y/n sighed, hearing the faint little cries coming from their bedroom as she put away the last few dishes. “I’ll go check on her.” He put his laptop down on the couch to get up. “No, it’s okay. You’ve had a long day, I’ll do it.” Quickly he crossed the room to stand in front of her. “No, you go sit down and rest. Dasom was asleep when I got home, so this is my chance to spend some time with her.” “Okay fine, but don’t start playing with her again or she will be up for hours.” “I won’t, I promise.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek and quietly made his way to their bedroom, only turning on the small light on the bedside table. “Hey, little one.” Gently he picked her up, sitting down with her on y/n’s side of the bed, drying her cheeks with his sleeve. “What’s wrong?” He could tell from the way she was crying that she wasn’t hungry, y/n had fed her before putting her down and it was too early for her dream feed. “You don’t need to be changed either.” He concluded after checking her diaper. “Wanna tell appa what’s bothering you?” Dasom made a few unidentifiable noises in between yawns, looking at her father with those big brown doe eyes that she could’ve only gotten from him. “Hmm….yeah…” Jungkook nodded his head. “I understand, I missed you too while I was at work…” He trailed off, reminding himself what he had promised y/n but he was so tempted to tickle her, simply to hear her laugh - he really needed to hear it sometimes, especially after a long tiring day of filming. “I promised mommy I wouldn’t keep you up so, how about I tell you a bedtime story instead?” He cradled her in his arm, making sure she was comfortable. “Where did we leave off last night before you fell asleep? Right, you know there was a time when the princess really didn’t want to be with the prince because of what the people in the town were saying; they were really mean to both of them and the princess wanted to protect the prince so she left him heartbroken and to fend for himself. But the prince loved the princess so much that he did everything in his power to show her his love - it took him months of slaying dragons and all the monsters in the far-away land but eventually, she realized that the universe had always wanted them to be together, they weren’t doomed to be star-crossed lovers…” Dasom’s little snores interrupted his recollection of his relationship with her mother, lovingly his index finger followed the perfect slope of her little nose. Without waking her, he put her back in her crib, making sure she was surrounded by all her favorite plushies, all gifts from her uncles; before he gently kissing her forehead. “I love you and mommy so much, I hope you know that, baby girl.” He whispered, slightly pulling on the string of the little moon above her bed that played the melody of Euphoria.

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