#I loved doing this đ„čđ„č I hope they at least kind of look like your characters đđ
I scribbled these up during my breaks today, hope you like themđ„°đđ
(also I was too lazy to print out the template & no way I was going to figure out how to put my drawings in the template using technologyđč so I drew it myself jajajajajaaj)
Honestly this was difficult because Iâm still getting used to drawing in this style & figuring out how I want to do things, but it was an amazing way to practice so thank you for lending me your characters for a bitđđ„č I hope I did them justice!! đđ
Also to anyone who didnât get the chance to send me their character - this filled up in 10 min đđ I wonât do it again right away but I want to soon! So keep your eyes outđ„°
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Your husband, sukuna AU, is driving me crazy. That's like my 1st time ever experiencing what a comfort fic was. I have been re-reading them like crazy đ
If it's okay with you, can you do a husband sukuna AU but with whatever scene you want? I really love the way you write him,,, it's just so perfect đ„č
dry your tears â ryomen sukuna x f!reader
a/n: i am so glad you like them omg srsly you're too kind <33 i really hope you like this too đ„čđ«¶đ«¶
âmy lord, her highness requests your presence in the garden.â
said manâs eyes open slowly, and he narrows them at the servant who instantly kneels to the ground. he scoffs, ârequests? she sure has become impudent.â
the servant trembles, âthatâs how she worded it, my lord. I swear I have no role in it.â
âI didnât speak to you,â sukuna replies as he gets up as places his foot on the servantâs head, pressing into the ground a bit more.
the servant whimpers but tries to be as quiet as possible.
sukuna warns, âand youâre to address her as âher highnessâ or âthe queenâ only. do you understand?â
âbutâbut I did?â he splutters.
â âthatâs how âsheâ worded it?â â sukuna sneers.
âI didnât mean it that way! I am sorry! I am sorry! my apologies, my lord!â the servants chokes out, and sukuna takes it as the cue to kick him out of his way.
he starts walking towards the garden, while stretching and examining his surroundings.
the palace hasnât changed in the time he was gone which was good. at least the human servants are capable of doing one thing right.
the gates to the garden open, and they reveal you.
deep down, the sight brings a bit content to sukunaâs heart, seeing you alive and well. however, that is a vulnerability that he would never admit, so he gets closer to you.
youâre giving him your back despite, definitely, feeling his presence.
he groans, âwhat do you want?â
âwhere have you been?â you reply with the same tone.
he rolls his eyes, arms folded on his chest, âfighting, obviously. I was passing time.â
he hears you take a deep breath before you speak up, âand you couldnât tell me in advance?â
he can tell that youâre trying to sound calm and collected. yet, he still canât pinpoint whether youâre angry or sad. either way, he believes that your attitude is unacceptable.
he chides, âdonât blow it out of proportion, and you have the nerve to ârequest myâ"
âyou have been gone for a month.â
the edges of sukunaâs lips quirk up just a little as he starts to understand why youâre acting like this.
ânot the first time,â he hums.
he sees your shoulders raise slightly, and they seem to get tenser by the second. you speak lowly, âbut you usually tell me before you depart.â
he closes his eyes in annoyance.
this looks like it will drag out longer than he prefers. what he expected when he returned was him spending time with you, his wife, not you giving him your back and seemingly lecturing him.
âstop beating around the bush,â he commands, âwhatâs wrong with you?â
you grip your kimono tightly in your fist and squeeze your eyes shut as you exclaim, âyou had me worried sick!â your voice is watery and is shaky, but you couldnât help it.
you had spent the past month alone, nobody knew of sukunaâs whereabouts not even uraume. were you supposed to just calmly wait for his return?
he may be strong, but is it always guaranteed? especially considering how the sorcerers are always planning a way to lead him to his demise.
you bite your lip as you hold back a sob. meanwhile, your husband quirks a brow, âyou crying?â
you open your eyes and stand up abruptly, âno, I am not!â
throwing the hood over your head, you turn towards the other entrance and announce, âI am going inside!â
you start your march with determination, but as you get close to the gate, you hear your husband sigh and stop you by the arm. he pulls you towards him, tearing off the hood to take a good look at you.
your tears are not plentiful, but he can see their traces.
you frown and try to pull back, âlet go, sukuna!â
he raises a hand to cup your cheek and squishes your cheeks like a pufferfish. your eyes widen, and you furrow your eyebrows in frustration.
âstop this,â you shoot.
he looks silently at you for a few moments, and it starts making you nervous. you finally decide to ask, but then he starts wiping your tears.
you blink in confusion as he lightly scolds you, âfoolish girl.â
you register the insult after a few seconds, and it makes you frown and look away while grumbling, âshut up.â
you sniffle lightly and pull away from him. he looks down at you, silently watching you. you try ignoring his gaze, but then you just snap your head at him and huff, âwhat are you staring for?â
you study his face for bit then falter, âif itâs about yelling at you then I am sorry, okay? I was frustrated andââ
he pinches your nose, making you yelp.
âyour worrying is unnecessary,â he says slowly, âI will always come back.â
sukuna, you realize, is comforting you. he lays a hand on top of your head and commands you, albeit gently, âso stop crying.â
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it was always you.
for as long as you remember, youâve always had the fattest crush on your childhood friend, jeon jungkook. it never blossomed into something more though, because thatâs what happens when life naturally takes it courseâyou grow up, you move on, and you pretend that those feelings never existed in order to maintain the good friendship that remained between the two of you over the years.
so when he visits you after work one day, asking you to marry him, you do everything you can to refuse, because the reason heâs asking you isnât due to the fact that he finally realized that he loved you after all this time, but because he thinks heâs doing you a big favor.
or at least, thatâs what you think.
pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 13.2k
rating: 18+
content: fluff, semi-angst, childhood friends to lovers au, pining au | ft. naval aviator!jungkook + brotherâs best friend!jungkook; professor!reader + editor!reader | inspired by purple hearts
warning/s: swearing, potentially wrong medical & military information (iâm sorry but i tried to do as much research i can đ), mentions of having type 1 diabetes, making out, heavy petting, implied sexual content: oral (f. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (this is only fiction!)
MINI PLAYLIST:
â« die with a smile â lady gaga, bruno mars
â« juno â sabrina carpenter
â« selfish â *nsync
â« nandito na ako â benj pangilinan, angela ken
opening note. omg this is my first full length fic in two damn years i think??? certainly took a long time before i had the motivation to write again but i hope y'all like this! to my og readers who still keep up with my shenanigans, this one's for you đ„čđ
âAny questions?â
A boy wearing half-rimmed glasses raises his hand and you gesture for him to speak. âCan we get an extension on the Save the Cat project due tomorrow?â
You sigh, just as several of your students begin agreeing with him and muttering reasons of their own why the extension should be approved. Itâs the week before finals, and youâre aware that the class must be packed with assignments and projects for several of their classes because of it, hence the rather last minute request. They look tired and pleading, a complete reflection of how you were when you were the one in their position nearly a decade ago, begging for an extension from a professor who you thought was kind enough to be swayed with the proposition.
You scan the crowd. âHow many of you are at least 70% with it, hm?â
More than half of the class raises their hands.
âOkay, thatâs honestly unexpected,â you say, pleased to know that they arenât slacking on your subject. âDoes Monday sound good? Thatâs three more days, to be fair. I donât want to extend it further because I have to read everyoneâs work and you guys know I donât like rushing it before turning in your final grade.â
A chorus of relief and thanks echoed in the room, all of your students either dramatically sinking in their chair or erupting in an animated conversation with their seatmate or making crying faces to portray how grateful they are.
âThank you so much, Ms. ____!â
âI love you, Ms. ____!â
âMs. ____, I will offer my first child to you,â one theatrically adds and you smile a bit, rolling your eyes at students like this one who is now opting to flatter you way too much for your act of kindness.
âAlright, alright. Just get it done and Iâm expecting quality work, okay? Class dismissed.â
The whole class begins to gather their things at the cue and you donât stay there a minute longer after your announcement, exiting the lecture hall to head to the faculty room where youâre certain half of the teaching staff have gone home already. Itâs already 8:47 p.m., and all you want to do is head home to get the rest you deserve after an eventful day.
There was a time that having a schedule from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. wasnât the norm for you. You used to value work life balance so muchâit was even a nonnegotiable you used to say in interviews, saying that if you didnât get enough rest within the week, then the job most likely wasnât for you. But things have been very different for the past months; you have definitely grown out of that mindset due to the fact that youâre simply in need of another source of income to pay for your monthly rent, utility bills, and now your medication. Youâre in a stage of your life wherein you consider working part time as a professor was a blessing rather than a big nuisance.
Making a right turn to where the hallway to the faculty room is, youâre too busy rearranging the papers inside the folder youâre holding to notice a man sitting on the bench placed just beside the entrance. He notices you the second you appear in his line of vision though; he straightens his posture and proceeds on standing up immediately upon seeing you closer, calling your name softly when you failed to look at his direction, too preoccupied with the thought of finally coming home that youâre oblivious that the man trying to catch your attention is Jeon Jungkook.
â____,â he calls again and this time you notice him, your eyes widening instantly.
âHoly shiââ You stop yourself from finishing that sentence. âJungkook?â
He grins. âHey, lamb chop.â
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âIs that how you greet an old friend?â
âOh, fuck off.â
He laughs, following suit to you whoâs already giggling just by his presence alone, outstretching his arms then. âYou gonna hug me or what?â
You beam and step forward to embrace him. He returns it without hesitation, muscular arms circling around you and squeezing tightly that it lifts you up from the ground for a quick second. The faint smell of fabric conditioner on his clothes enters your nostrils and you feel like a teenager again, warmth rushing to your face while your heart hammers loudly in your chest. Regardless of how old the both of you are, you think your hopeless crush on the guy will forever live on and constantly transform you into a middle school girl whenever opportunities like these to have him near arise. Youâre just happy youâve trained yourself to be better at hiding it now compared to when you were younger.
âArenât you supposed to be in base or wherever it is that youâre designated?â you ask, the first to let go from the hug.
âActually, I returned from deployment three days ago. Iâm on leave for two weeks.â
âWow. Two weeks, huh?â
âYep. Itâs the longest break Iâve gotten in a while.â
âThatâs good. Everybody needs a break from time to time.â
âSays the girl has a day job and a night job.â He points out with a smirk; your heart does a little leap at how handsome he looks doing that. âWhen the hell did you get into teaching, by the way? I never pegged you to be the kind who can tolerate it. You hate kids.â
âYouâll find yourself tolerating lots of things in this economy.â You snort. âAnd my students arenât kids. Theyâre in college.â
âYeah, which you graduated from six years ago. Still technically kids.â
âAre you seriously jabbing at my age when youâre two years older than I am?â
He rolls his eyes at that one, an indication that you won the argument. âAnyway,â he starts again and you grin, âI didnât come here to compare how old we areââ
âYou didnât?â
He sends you a look. Your grin gets even wider.
âIâm here because I was hoping to treat you to dinner.â
âDinner?â you repeat, not masking the surprise from your voice.
Letâs get the facts straight before we proceed to this conversation.
It isnât a lie when you say that you and Jungkook are great friends. You have been since you were 7 and your family just moved into the house next to theirs. He was a natural playmate, a companion when you couldnât tolerate the antics of your older brother, the boy who looked out for you aside from said older brother, and the person youâve shared significant history with throughout your youth that you can never seem to forget nor disregard.
Itâs just that you never deemed that you were great enough friends for him to go out of his way and visit you at your workplace, offering to treat you for dinner. Gestures like that were reserved for your older brother, Seowon, whoâs the same age as he is and who youâre sure is considered as his best friend. Compared to them, yours and Jungkookâs dynamic shifted slightly after graduating from college. What once was a really close friendship turned into a casual one, with mostly just teasing, light talks, and the occasional welfare checks at times you hear certain news from the other thatâs worth speaking directly about.
At the mention of that, realization dawns on you on why he must be here.
âJungkookâŠâ Youâre trying not to sound mad but you canât hide the exasperation from your voice. âThatâs not the real reason youâre here.â
âOf course, it is. Why else would I be here?â
âHe told you, didnât he?â you ask, not willing to drag this out. âYouâre just going to give me another lecture that I definitely donât need.â
Jungkook frowns, like heâs dismayed that you caught on pretty swiftly.
âIâm right, arenât I?â You pressed.
âHe meant well, ____.â
You scowl. To remark that Seowon is unnecessarily nosy and coddling would be an understatement. That man hasnât left you alone the second he was aware of your condition. Usually, whenever he gets into his âbig brother tendenciesâ, his girlfriend Winnie steps in and helps you lay him off your back. However, itâs different this time; no matter how much you reinstill your independence and insist that youâre fine, itâs like youâre talking to a wall.
âWhat exactly did you hear from him?â you query.
He seems hesitant in answering that. âThat you got diagnosed with type 1 diabetes.â
You wince.
âLook,â he steps forward towards you, âI wasnât going to bring it up unless you did, okay? Iâm just here because Iâm genuinely worried about you and I want to know how youâre doing.â
âIâm fine.â You murmur. âYou donât need to worry.â
âWorry doesnât vanish magically just because someone says so.â
âWell, it shouldâbecause Iâm fine.â
âYou sure? I heard that youâre struggling to buy insulin among other things youâre having a hard time paying.â
âFuck. Seowon told you that too? Thatâs private.â
âMy parents know. He just filled me in because he wants you to have as much support as you can get.â
âI donât need that. Iâm an adult. Iâve lived by myself for years. I can fend for myself just fine.â
âIt doesnât look like it from what Iâve been hearing.â
âAll youâre hearing is a warped and exaggerated version of the story told by Seowon who wonât listen to a word I say.â You huff. âIâm fine and Iâve been doing everything I can, alright? Iâm taking care of myself. Iâm going to the doctor whenever I need to. Iâm making ends meet, buying treatment for this goddamn disease and regulating my sugar levels all the fucking time. Why do you think Iâve been working two jobs for the past year? Itâs because Iâm doing everything I can to stay alive.â
Jungkook doesnât reply, he only remains gazing at you.
âIf youâre here to offer me money or whatever because of what he said,â you add, already embarrassed that you canât even look at him anymore, âthen I donât want it.â
âThatâs not what Iâm here for,â he says.
âThen are you really just here to treat me to dinner?â you question sarcastically.
He laughs and you dare return your eyes at him, catching him peering at you with a fond expression. âYes. Itâs my way of doing a welfare check.â
âWelfare check.â You echo with squinted eyes. âWell, in that case, here I amâalive and healthy.â
âI can see that, and Iâm glad.â He smiles. âBut I need more than just seeing you. I need a conversation and an apology.â
âAn apology?â
âFor being the last person to know about your condition.â
âAnd weâre still talking about that apparently.â You mutter under your breath. âSorry. I didnât think that you wanted to know.â
âOf course, I would have wanted to know. Itâs you weâre talking about here.â
Something about how he said you causes your lips to twitch as you fight off a smile. This isnât a good time to dive into your romantic feelings for your childhood crush, but when heâs letting go of lines like that which are sure to have your heart soaring out of your chest, itâs hard to keep on a cool and unfazed facade. You just convince yourself that he sees you as a little sister and thatâs why heâs so worried; you should already be past your âdeluluâ phase at this age to be affected by such statements.
âI didnât want to add to your worries,â you reason. âYou already have your life to think about. Add to the fact that youâre a naval aviatorâso you literally have your own life first to think about.â
âI can make space for you.â
Is he flirting? Is this a normal thing to say between friends?
You blink. âOkay, uh, thatâs⊠thatâs completely up to you, I guess.â
âI just like knowing those things first hand. It makes me worry less.â
âGot it. Next time I learn Iâm dying, Iâll tell you.â
â____,â he says your name in warning, and you know heâs serious.
âSorry.â You heat up. âI couldnât resist.â
âDonât be a pain in the ass.â
âI promise thatâll be the last time I make a dark joke, Lieutenant.â
Jungkookâs nostrils flare. You prevent yourself from grinning like a fool again in success of getting on his nerves.
âAre you done here? Because Iâm hungry and would really like to get going now.â He changes the subject and gestures to the faculty.
âYeah. Iâll just get my things and then I can get out of here.â
âGreat. Youâre letting me take you to dinner, right?âÂ
âDo I have a choice?â
âNo.â
âFine.â You deadpan.
This time, heâs the one whoâs beaming at you. âIâll wait for you here and we can go.â
âOkay.â
****
When Jungkook discovered that you had type 1 diabetes through a phone call with Seowon, he spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, ignoring the snores of his squadmates and overthinking whatâs supposed to happen to you now that you had an autoimmune disease which he was told didnât have a cure. He was assured that you were okay despite it, that there was medication to treat it, and that you had access to them and have been very careful with your lifestyle due to the diagnosis ever since.
He still couldnât be put to ease though. As ridiculous as it may sound, he had this overwhelming realization that life truly was short, that you had to make certain decisions all the time because you need to adjust to what the universe is only willing to give you. It was funny coming from a person who risked his life for a living. He thinks that perhaps he never understood the philosophy of the quote âtime is goldâ until he had a loved one on the same trajectory, always one step closer to possible death.
And so that same night, he decided to file a leave for two weeks, effective immediately after his deployment.Â
He wasnât sure what his game plan was exactly in filing that two-week leave. Was he supposed to barge in your life and force you to let him take care of you? Was he supposed to demand why you ended up having diabetes? Was he supposed to act as a big brother like your actual big brother because he was that worried about you? But if Jungkook was going to be truthful, he already had an idea on what he wanted to do in the back of his headâhe just didnât want to execute it because it was absolutely insane.
Until he heard Seowon suggest it himself when they met up at a bar to share a drink together.
âShe would never say yes,â Jungkook said, beyond doubt that you wonât be persuaded that easily with a plan like that.
Seowon made a face. âI know. That girl is so hyper independentâsheâd rather die than accept help.â He scoffed. âShe needs it though. Itâll help with her medication and she wonât have to pay rent for that shit apartment sheâs living in. Plus, she'll actually get the chance to take care of her body if sheâs not juggling two jobs to have sufficient income.â
âYouâre right.â Jungkook shrugged.
âYouâll do it then?â
He took a sip of his beer. âYeah. Iâd do anything for ____, you know that.â
âEven as crazy as marrying her?â
âSure.â
Seowon stared at him, narrowing his eyes and morphing his expression into a teasing one. âAre you sure youâre not just considering this because itâs a perfect excuse to marry my sister? I know you like her.â
âI donât like her.âÂ
âYouâre in love with her.â
âI donâtââ Jungkook began to deny but Seowon was staring him down. âFuck you, man. Donât make me some kind of pervert whoâs trying to lock her into marriage because he likes her. Youâre the one who brought the idea up.â
Seowon laughed out loud. âI know, I just canât believe youâd agree. Itâll benefit ____, thatâs for sureâyou, on the other hand? Itâs career suicide.â
He shrugged. âIâm okay with the thought that sheâll be okay.â
âBecause you love her, man.â Seowon pushed. âWhy on earth would you consider this if you werenât? Itâs a fraudulent marriage. Youâll be thrown in the brig and be dishonorably discharged if you get caught.â
âWe donât even know if sheâll agree to this whole thing. You said it yourself, she would never say yes.â
âYeah, unless maybe youâre the one who tries to persuade her.â
âMe?â
âYes.â
âDo you want me to buy her a ring and kneel down before her or something?â
âThat can work.â
âWhat?â Jungkook laughed.
Seowon raised an eyebrow. âDonât tell me you donât know how sheâs been crushing on you since we were kids.â
He barked out a laugh again. That he knew; it was impossible not to when a lot of friends and cousins kept on teasing you before, especially at instances Jungkook was in the very same vicinity. âWeâre not kids anymore and I barely see her though.â
âStill, it ought to count to something. It raises the chances of her agreeing.â
âYouâre really cool with me marrying your sister, Won?â Jungkook asked.
Seowon placed down the beer bottle heâs consuming on the counter. âYeah. Youâre a good guy. Youâre not perfect, but I know you enough to know that you wonât do anything that will purposely hurt her. Besides, if this sham marriage ends up to be a real relationship and then for some reason, you fuck up and decide to break her heartâIâll easily know what to do, where to find you, to fuck you up.â
Jungkook pressed his lips together to stifle a chuckle.
âNoted.â
****
Itâs always been a big wonder to you how no matter how long itâs been since you saw each other, it still feels like no time has passed between you and Jungkook. You think thatâs why you can never get over him; he always had this comforting and familiar aura that you appreciateâsomething that you sought for in every other person that you liked. Maybe it was impractical, maybe it was the reason you can never hold a relationship for more than two years, but unless you gain the courage to confront your feelings and tell Jungkook about it, then you constantly dispel any doubts you might have whether this was good for you or not.
You donât want to lose him. Admitting that you harbored romantic feelings for him would just make it awkward for everyone: your brother, your family, and then his family. You donât think you can ever trade his smile, the sound of his laughter, and all the good things about him for anything in the world.Â
âAre you dating anyone?â he asks.
You choke on your drink, having just poured yourself and Jungkook a glass of water after the server arrived with the pitcher. Youâre in a Japanese restaurant near the university, aware that the cuisine was a favorite for the both of you hence why itâs what you recommended when he asked where you wanted to dine. The place is packed with people from the workforce and students; youâre thankful that you donât see any of your students within the mix.
âWeâre getting straight to it, huh?â you say.
Jungkook smirks. âIâm just making sure Iâm not upsetting a boyfriend by meeting you tonight.â
âDonât worry, youâre not upsetting anyone.â
He nods in understanding. You donât want to add more meaning to his actions for the evening but he seems glad about the information.
âHow about you?â you ask back. âAre you dating anyone?â
The ends of his mouth lift a bit upwards. âNope.â
âWhy? You donât have the time for it?â
âPrecisely.â
âIt must be really hard dating when youâre in the Navy then.â
âKinda. Weâre away a lot and stationed in different places most of the time. It can get really dangerous for us too and people donât like the stress that comes with that.â
 You bob. âDoes it get lonely?â
âSometimes, but when youâre on duty, you donât get to think about those things.â He chuckles. âBesides, I donât know if this sounds fucked up or notâbut it can get exciting. Flying a plane can be fun, you know. Not to mention that it helps when youâre surrounded by good men in your squadron.â
âYouâve always been an adrenaline junkie.â
âAnd youâve always been a scaredy-cat.â
You scoff at the declaration. âNo, Iâm not.â
âRemember when Seowon and I forced you to ride that ship in the amusement park that sways left to right and as it goes on it falls from a higher standpoint?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
But you do, and Jungkook knows you do, itâs evident by how your expression is trying to feign innocence. That memory is your villain origin story; the whole pretext of why you refuse to ever visit the amusement park or ride an exhilarating ride again. Yet you canât help but recall that itâs one of the rare instances wherein you got to hold Jungkookâs hand when you two were younger, as his hand was the one you were clinging for dear life when it happened while the other was too busy slapping Seowon in irritation.
He snickers, appearing like heâs replaying the scene in his head. âWe should do that again with Seowon during my break.â
âHell no.â
âI thought you werenât a scaredy-cat?â He challenges.
âIâm not.â You give him a kittenish glare. âBut I am busy. I have to send the final manuscript of this book Iâm editing to the chief editor next week and itâs about to be finals week for my students as well.â
He fakes a shiver. âI donât know how you can do two jobs like that, ____. Truly.â
âYou work as a naval aviator so Iâd say weâre pretty even.â
The waiter arrives with your orders not long after, and you and Jungkook carry on with your conversation, jumping from topic to topic without difficulty. Youâre not certain when was the last time you saw each other like this to have so much to talk aboutâwas it last Christmas? Or was it more recent or longer than that? Nevertheless, it feels good and you find yourself blushing multiple times throughout the night, whether itâs because of how his words can have two meanings or how his eyes are staring at you so intensely whenever youâre the one whoâs talking.
You like the undivided attention, the back and forth thatâs occurring as you discourse, the subtle touches one of you does when something funny arises, how your knees are touching underneath the table. You wonder whatâs so different with this encounter that the energy feels so bizarre in a good way? As far as youâre concerned, youâre positive that youâre acting like you always have in his presenceâlively, smiley, sarcasticâand aside from the little touches of flirting here and there, Jungkookâs acting like he always has too.
When dinner was done, Jungkook offered to drive you home. You obliged, no longer in the mood to annoy him for you were tired to make the effort. Before stepping outside the restaurant however, you excused yourself to the restroom first, checking your blood sugar with the glucose meter you brought along wherever you went. Itâs a hassle but itâs necessary, largely because youâre still in the middle of saving up for the insulin pump that would help you regulate your sugar levels easier.
After administering yourself with the insulin injection you have, you spend a few more seconds inside the enclosed room. You should be past the point of feeling sorry for yourself, but itâs times like this wherein youâre with a loved one that the dejection hits and you wish that youâre in a better predicament than you are right now. Youâre close to being broke, youâre overworked, youâre somehow fatigued all the fucking timeâthose factors arenât soothing your worries at all. Itâs a miracle how you manage to keep an optimistic mind amidst everything.
âReady to go?â Jungkook smiles at you once youâre back at the table and you nod, clutching your bag tighter against your body and following him to his car.
He drives you to your place, turning the radio on, and letting it play while the both of you sit in silence. Youâre both tired and you almost even sleep during the ride. Itâs only when Jungkook gently shakes you awake that you realize that youâve arrived in front of your apartment building.
âIâll walk you up,â he insists as youâre unbuckling the seatbelt.Â
âThatâs no need, Kook.â
âOf course, it is,â he says. âIâll walk you up. Thatâs nonnegotiable.â
So, you allow him.
It takes five minutes tops to reach the door leading to your apartment. As you rummage through your bag to grab your keys, Jungkook patiently stands there, occasionally glancing around the hallway and even smiling when the old lady that resided in the same floor got out of her room to throw out the trash. He receives a smile in return which you notice and grin fondly at.
âWell, this is me.â You turn to him, done unlocking your door. âIâd invite you inside but you should probably get going. Itâs quite a long drive back home.â
âYeah.â He breathes out a chuckle. âHey, tonight was fun. It made me realize how I missed you.â
Your brain temporarily malfunctions; you force yourself to recover quickly. âMe too. I had fun tonight. Maybe we should do this again whenever youâre on a break.â
âAgreed.â
You flash him a smile. âYou can go now. Goodnight.â
Jungkook nods, however doesnât move a muscle. Heâs looking at you, like really looking at you, his eyes moving from one feature to another, as if heâs memorizing your face or having a hard time arranging the words he wants to say. You guess itâs the latter, familiar with a tongue-tied Jungkook that it takes you a few good seconds before youâre demanding why heâs impersonating a mannequin.
âThereâs something I want to say,â thatâs what he utters and you almost snort due to your assumption being right.
âOkayâŠâ The smile is still on your lips. âWhat is it?â
âPromise me you wonât get mad first.â
âWell, if youâre making me promise that then itâs probably worth being mad about.â
âItâs not as bad as you think.â
âThatâs not convincing at all.â
âItâs justâŠâ He begins and trails, biting his lower lip, âitâs⊠itâs why I went here. Why I went here to see and meet you, I mean.â
You unconsciously recoil at the revelation. Itâs certainly a rookie mistake to believe that there was no ulterior motive in Jungkook meeting you today. You just didnât reckon youâd actually be truly disappointed at thatâat the idea that he just didnât randomly decide to visit and be with you earlier until now.
You draw a long breath. âWell, I knew you werenât just feeling generous and wanted to treat me to dinner out of nowhere.â
Thereâs a pause and then he resumes. âJustâbefore I say it, you have to hear me out, okay? You have to let me explain before you berate me.â
âI canât promise that either.â
âYou have to.â
âWhy do I have to?â
âBecause what Iâm about to say is for your own sake. You know I always have your best interest at heart, donât you?â
You wrinkle your forehead in further confusion. âCan you just get on with it? The vagueness is making me more annoyed.â
âI just donât want you to misunderstand.â
âMisunderstand what?â
âWhat Iâand Seowonâgenuinely think is the best option.â
âOh, and Seowon is in on this too?â You bellow. âHave you and Seowon just been conspiring behind my back the whole time?â
âCalm down.â Jungkook puts his hands on your shoulders, a chuckle inevitably escaping him. âIâm sorry for dragging it out. You should know Iâm high key afraid of you, thatâs why.â
âYou should be.â You grumble.
Another chuckle, but heâs back to appearing anxious. You want to shout that this isnât healthy, that youâre close to giving him a real reason to be afraid of youâyet once he blurts the confession out, youâre speechless, gawking at him and staggering backwards in complete shock. Perhaps you would have bolted as far away from him as possible if not for his solid grasp.
âWhat?â You hiss.
He swallows hard.
âI want you to marry me, ____.â
You donât bolt away running. You shake off his hold on you though, and before he gets another word in, youâre hastily rushing inside your apartment and slamming the door to his face.
****
Jungkook was your first kiss.
It happened in a game of truth and dare. You were at a party of a mutual friend and when the bottle miserably pointed in Jungkookâs direction, the person who was tasked to think of his dare when it was his pick said that he dared him to do 7 minutes in heaven with you.Â
He profusely refused at first, especially since Seowon was in the same party, but everybody began booing and next thing you know, Jungkook was agreeing as long as it was fine with you. When you nodded to make your consent apparent, your friends were quick to shove you both in the closet, some of them pulling Seowon back who was complaining how it wasnât right to bully you into doing 7 minutes in heaven with Jungkook. They calmed him down once they bullied him into agreeing too.
âWe donât have to do anything,â Jungkook told you in the darkness, his breath fawning over your face. âYou donât have to feel pressured. Itâs just a stupid game.â
You blushed.
Secretly, you were hoping that heâd kiss you or touch you. Who didnât want to do anything with their crush at the age of 15? A lot can happen in 7 minutes. You were aware that sometimes people made out, went as far as third base, and although you didnât want to go that far with Jungkook, you wanted something to happen while you were stuck in this small closet with him. There werenât a lot of instances that put both of you in this kind of situation; you wished that you were brave enough to ask him to kiss you or do the first move yourself.
5 minutes in, Jungkook turned towards you.
âIs it true that Taehyung kissed you last week?â
You whipped your head so fast that you might have given yourself whiplash. âThatâsâthatâs not true. Where did you hear that?â
âDuring homeroom. Some girls were talking about it.â
Your cheeks burned. âOh.â
âSo, itâs not true?â
âNo.â You shook your head. âI havenât even had my first kiss yet.â You laughed weakly.
It was his turn to seem stunned. âYou havenât had your first kiss yet?â
You shook your head again, then realized he might not see you doing so. âNot yet.â
âWant me to change that?â he asked, grinning.
He said that with a boyish grin and teasing tone, but you sucked at social cues (plus, you really couldnât see shit that much) that you started nodding.
âOkay,â you told him.
âHuh?â
âYou can kiss me.â
âOh, oh, shitâI didnâtââ He was blabbering, about to take back what he offered. âI mean, I was just joking butââ
You widen your eyes. âYou were? Oh my God, Iâm sorry, I thought you wereââ
âNo, it was my fault. That was a little out of line for me. Iâm sorry.â He was laughing and you felt like burying yourself 6 feet under. âIt was a stupid thing to say. But if you want me to kiss you, itâs cool.â
âIt is?â Hope sparked within you.
âYeah. Itâll just be a peck anyway.â You can tell he was smiling through his voice. âJust donât tell Seowon because he might punch me in the face for kissing his sister.â
You cackled. âDeal.â
56 seconds before the 7 minutes were up, Jungkook leaned down to match your level and placed his lips on yours.Â
****
Youâre seething with rage, the embodiment of Godzilla, channeling the God of War, Ares, in your body; you harshly press Seowonâs number on your phone to call him and he answers after three rings.
âWhatâs up?â
âI will fucking murder you,â you snarl.
A beat. You hear shuffling. Then he answers, âyou already talked with Jungkook?â
The nonchalance and calmness in his voice drives you to be more frustrated than you already are. âYes, I have! What is wrong with you? Why would you plant that idea on his head?â You yell, not caring that your walls are thin and that your voice can probably be heard by the couple that lived next door. Youâre feeling a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and every negative emotion that exists at the moment. Youâre comparable to a bull who just saw the color red.
â____, it wonât be a big deal if you donât make it to be.â
âAre you hearing yourself right now?â
âDid you even let Jungkook explain?â
âI donât need him to spell everything out. I know why heâs asking me to marry him.â
âThen you know too that itâd be good for you.â
âMarrying him wonât be good for me.â
âWhy not?â
âIt just wonât!â
âYouâll get health insurance benefits that you donât get with your current jobs. You can pay less rent once you move in at Jungkookâs placeâthereâs a huge chance he wonât even let you pay him while you stay there too. Heâs away most of the time anyway, so staying there wouldnât be a problem. Plus, you can start studying for a masters degree like youâve always wanted.â
You groan. âNot like this. This is crazy.â
âThe both of you can divorce once youâve saved up a little. It really isnât that complicated.â
âItâs a sham marriage!â
âItâs a sham marriage with Jungkook.â
âThat doesnât make it better.â
âAre you sure? Your grade school diary might disagree.â
âOh my God, thatâs fucking low of you to bring that up. You just gave me another reason to hate you.â You stomp around the living room, acting like a teenager because of your brotherâs behavior. This isnât the first time he revealed that heâs read your diary before; that doesnât mean itâs less infuriating to be reminded that he has. âI swear, you better fucking sleeping with one eye open tonight. Iâm choking you to death.â
Seowon laughs out loud. âJust marry him. Heâs surprisingly amicable with the idea.â
âThatâs because youâre pressuring him! I bet you and Mom devised this entire thing together.â
âMom doesnât know. To be fair, sheâd probably have the same reaction as you. Itâs all me and Jungkook.â
âWow. You have two brains and yet none of you thought this was goddamn stupid?â
âItâs not stupid. Itâs genius if you come to think of it,â he says. âJungkook just wants to help you, dude. He wants to make sure youâll be okay and all that shit. Youâre the reason he filed for a two-week leave, did he tell you?â
Your heart does that jumping thing again. âNo.â
âWell, he did. Heâs on a break for two weeks because he wants to convince you to marry him and actually marry you within that time frame.â
âThis is nuts.â You sigh, finally flopping down the sofa and rubbing your face with your free hand. âThe both of you are nuts. How are you okay with this?â
âItâs Jungkook. I trust him. Donât you?â
âOf course, I do, I justââ you cut yourself off and frown, âI just feel like itâs unfair for him. Iâm marrying him because of military spouse benefits and what does he get?â
Thereâs a long pause, and you almost check your phone to see whether Seowon has already hung up on you or not.
âItâs better that Jungkook answers that question,â he tells you finally.
âWhy? You canât answer it on behalf of him?â
âSomething like that.â You can imagine him shrugging. âAll I know is that heâs genuinely concerned about your health and your financial status right now. So, just think about it, okay?â
âGod, fuck it, fine. Iâll think about it.â You grimace.
You hang up and glance at the door.
You donât think the conversation you just had with Seowon took that much time. The initial rush you had upon having your longtime crush propose to you is wearing off and youâre realizing that it was a dick move to literally slam the door right in Jungkookâs face earlier, leading you to stand up from your seat and look through the peephole to check if heâs still there.
He isnât, which you sigh in relief at.
As you lean against the door and regulate your breathing, you think how funny it is that Seowon is right about one thingâand that was grade school you would have been delighted at the thought of getting married to Jungkook. Heâs your dream guy; your parents loved him, his parents loved you, the both of you got along very well, and his personality and looks are everything that youâre looking for in a partner. It sucks that you live in a world where the only reason he wants to marry you is because heâs afraid youâll die because of self-neglect.Â
Your phone pings and you unlock the screen to look at the message that flashes on it.
Jungkook: hey, seowon just messaged me to say that you two already talked
Jungkook: iâm sorry for jumping on you with a topic like thatâŠ
Jungkook: iâm shit at confrontation lol
Jungkook: also itâs the first time iâm proposing so give me some slack
You scoff at his audacity to joke about it this soon.
You: itâs okay
You: iâm sorry too for what i did
You: the answer is no btw
Jungkook: already???
Jungkook: letâs talk about it first
You: no need
You: i donât want to marry you
Jungkook: oof thatâs harsh
You: sorry not sorry?
He doesnât respond and you think youâre safe. Maybe Jungkook does take no for an answer and youâre confused because youâre a little disappointed that heâs not falling on his knees, begging you to marry him like what your imagination is supplying you.
However, after you took a shower and went to check your phone again, you see that Jungkook messaged you a few minutes ago in response to your last message.
Jungkook: give me 10 days and iâll change your mind
You have the urge to go take a shower again because of how hot your body is feeling at the statement.
You: hate to break it to you but youâre not matthew mcconaughey
Jungkook: đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
****
Itâs not part of Jungkookâs branding to chase a woman. Typically, women chase him; they chase him in every city and country that he gets stationed in, flirting with him and hoping that theyâll get the chance to take him home for the night for a mindblowing one-night stand. They never succeed though, for despite their pretty faces and sultry gestures, Jungkook only smiles and declines every offer, saying that he had a girl waiting back home that he loved very much.
He used to think that he only used that as an excuse because heâs not the type to hook up with every attractive girl he meets. There are times when he succumbs, when he gives into the temptation of a little fun, especially after a life threatening or highly stressful missionâbut most of the time, he thinks he declines and use that pronouncement of his because his mind reverts him to the idea of you, to what would happen if he just gained the balls to ask you out.
Evidently, although asking you out and asking you to marry him are two completely different things, heâs a bit afraid that your answer will always be a hard no. Itâs what youâve been literally spelling out to him since the day he presented the idea, regardless of how heâs trying his best in swooning you or explaining how this is the perfect plan to help you gain an upper hand with your diagnosis.
âIâll file a restraining order against you, Iâm serious,â you say to him when he appears yet again outside the faculty room, waiting for you to gather your things and head home. Youâre wearing a white button up shirt and pinstripe wide leg trousers, an outfit combination that he ogles at before he goes down to business.
âYou wouldnât.â He glares at you. He gestures for you to let him take your backpack, and despite what you said, you let him. âAlso, what the fuck is in this thing? Youâll break your back if you keep using this.â He swings your backpack on one shoulder.
You laugh. âMy laptop, its charger, a couple of notebooks, books, pens, then the outputs of my students.â
âArenât they supposed to submit virtually? What happened to Google Classroom?â
âI still use it, but sometimes I like to have their work printed out so I can write the comments better. How do you know Google Classroom?â
âI have a squadronmate whose kid uses it for class.â
âAh.â You nod in understanding.
You two continue walking forward.
This has been your program for the past few days. Jungkook goes to the university you work at, heâll wait outside, youâll threaten him with something ridiculous, heâll take your bag, heâll offer to take you to dinner, youâll decline, and then heâll drive you home anyways. Before that routine ends, heâll lean on your door frame and give you his best puppy eyes, asking you to marry him for the sake of your welfare, and youâll scowl at him, insisting that you donât need his help to survive.
âDinner?â he asks, right on schedule.
You glance at him. âNo. I want to go home and sleep for 12 hours.â
âBusy day?â
âYep.â
âYou know, if you marry me, you wonât have to work two jobs and overexert yourself.â
He doesnât need to turn to you to know that youâre giving him a dirty look. âI wonât marry you, Jungkook.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause marriage doesnât work that way.â
âIt does. Billionaires do it all the time. The mafia does it too. Itâs always been some kind of transaction.â
âWell, if I marry you, what do you get?â
âThe assurance youâre taken care of.â
âThatâs cheesy.â
You share a laugh and he grins.
âItâs true,â he says. âIâll be fine as long as you are.â
He waits for you to quip back a reply, flickering his eyes to you when it takes longer than usual. Instead of the sneer heâs expecting, you appear to be flustered, an expression that is very recognizable for him whoâs known you since foreverâan expression that makes it too obvious for Jungkook that the crush you had on him that he thought has been long gone was still there. Heâs been seeing it a lot lately, particularly when heâs uttering lines that sound flirtatious on purpose; heâs positive that youâll threaten to kill him when you discover that he basks on the fact that he can still make you all flustered and cute, which encourages him to do and say anything that would elicit a reaction from you. Was it unethical to seduce you into marrying him? He might have to rethink that part too.
Reaching the parking lot, he unlocks the doors to his vehicle and places your bag inside the backseat. He watches you walk around the car, about to go to the passengerâs side, but then you wobble a bit and his attempt to get inside is instantly forgotten.
âHey,â he strides to where you are, gazing at you as you now hold onto the hood, âyou alright?â
You raise your chin up. âKook, can you get my bag?â
Jungkook doesnât need to be told twice. Heâs swinging the door again and getting your bag from the other end of the backseat while you get on the passengerâs seat, keeping the door wide and placing your legs outside, your feet planted on the concrete.
âWhat do you need?â he asks, crouching in front of you and zipping the bag open.
âGlucometer.â
He halts. âWhat does that look like?â
âItâs in the yellow bag. There.â You point at it right when he rummages through a certain part.
He brings it out and you take it from his grasp. Your movements are sluggish but he can discern that youâre doing your best not to be too slow; heâd present to help but he knows that he might prolong what youâre doing due to his cluelessness, so he just observes, noting how youâre pricking your finger with a device and then pressing it lightly to the glucometer which shows that your blood sugar is low.
âBlue bag,â you mutter to him and he finds it faster than the last one.
Itâs the insulin this time. You grab the unopened syringe, rip it out from its packet, insert it to the vial of insulinâthen your hand shakes, preventing you from continuing.
âLet me do it,â he says.
You donât fight him, you just slump against the seat as Jungkook picks up from where you left, and the moment he administers the insulin through your shoulder, a huge and long exhale escapes you.
âHow are you feeling?â he whispers. He didnât notice that he was holding his breath the entire duration of the scene.
Another sigh. âBetter.â
âDoes this happen a lot?â
You seem to hesitate. âNot a lot. Just when life gets a bit too hectic.â
â____ââ
âJust take me home.â You donât give him the chance to lecture you. âPlease, Jungkook.â
Defeated, he nods. âAlright.â
âThank you.â
He helps you position yourself properly on the passengerâs seat. âBut weâre talking about this at your place.â
Before you can protest, he closes the door.
****
Lee Hyunwoo was the name of the guy that you brought home for Christmas Eve eight years ago. It was the first time that you did, and Jungkook hated how Hyunwoo was considerably handsome, intelligent, and kindâthe exact kind of person he always imagined you deserved.
In the short time Hyunwoo spent with theirs and your family that night, everybody loved him and was already inviting him to the next gathering, all the while Jungkook avoided him at every cost, puzzled by this strong dislike he was feeling for your guest. He was annoyed at the manner in which Hyunwoo had an arm around your waist the entire evening, how you grinned up to him, eyes sparkling and all that shit. Hell, you used to look at him like that.
âHoney, can you get the mango float we have in our freezer?â Jungkook heard your mother tell you, and without thinking, he stood up from his chair and made a beeline to where you were, telling you heâd accompany you to your house.
âThatâs fine,â you told him. âItâs literally next door.â
âYeah, but it might be heavy.â
âItâs not.â
âBetter safe than sorry.â
You rolled your eyes and agreed then, excusing yourself from Hyunwoo who was in an engaged conversation with Seowon. The pair were geeking out because of their mutual love for the MCU and the next film slated to be released the following year.
Upon arriving at your home, you dashed to the kitchen with Jungkook trudging behind you. He wasnât sure what his next course of action should be now; all he wanted was some alone time with you, away from the presence of that college boyfriend of yours, but now that he had that, he couldnât think of anything that he wanted to say or do. He wasnât even sure why he was feeling a bit jealousâwas it because of that saying? Wherein people are bound to want what they canât have? Or was it that you only appreciate what you had when youâve already lost it?
âHow long have you and Hyunwoo been dating?â he asked, leaning against the counter as you pulled your freezer open.
âFour months, I think.â
âFour months? And you already brought him home?â
You snorted at his tone. âHis family is in another country so I thought itâd be nice to invite him.â
âYou must really like him then.â
âYeah, but Iâm not in love with him or anything.â You placed the mango float on the space beside Jungkook on the counter. âHeâs nice, and he likes me too.â
âDoes he treat you well?â
You flashed your eyes at him, amusement dancing in them. âWhatâs with that question?â
âWhatâs with it?â
âNothing, itâs just thatâŠâ you trailed, a smirk etched on your face. âWait a minute, are you⊠you canât possiblyââ Jungkook was widening his eyes, ready to deny your accusation once you questioned whether he was jealous of Hyunwoo or notâ âare you pulling an overprotective brother skit on me, Kook?â
Fuck, thank God, he thought.
âI prefer âoverprotective friend skitâ,â he said.
âThat doesnât have a nice ring to it.â
âBut Iâm not your brother.â
âYou donât have to be, Iâm just saying that you and Seowon have been acting similar since Hyunwoo and I arrived.â
âNonsense. Seowon likes him.â
âOh, so you donât?â
He pressed his lips into a tight line.
âDid you just admit that you donât like Hyunwoo?â you asked, chuckling. He was grateful that you didnât seem to be offended by it.
âI didnât say I didnât like him.â
âInstead you implied it.â
âNo, I didnât.â
âYou kinda did.â
He heard you laugh and he couldnât help but allow himself to laugh as well.
âIâm sorry,â he apologized. âMaybe Iâm just not used to you dating anyone. You are chronically single.â
âCanât say youâre wrong.â You snorted and picked up from the mango float, marching back to his house and gesturing for him to follow you.
He did, no words spoken between the both of you once more. Though when you were entering their place again, with Jungkook holding the door open for you, he mentioned something he never reckoned heâd have the guts to mention out loud.
âWhen you open my gift,â he began, âdonât do it in front of Hyunwoo, okay?â
âWhy not?â You werenât paying attention to where you were going, intrigued by his warning.
âHe might not like it. Youâll see.â
That night, at the comfort of your bedroom, Hyunwoo nowhere near but instead sleeping at the coach downstairs in your living room, you opened Jungkookâs gift and saw that it was a necklace with your birth flower as its pendant.
You smiled, rolling your eyes to yourself, and slept with that giddy look never leaving your face.
****
âNot so fast,â Jungkook grunts.
Did he think that you were going to be less difficult since he was helpful earlier? Yeah, he did. He likes to think that if it wasnât for him, you would have taken longer in injecting yourself with insulin, so he at least wanted a thank you in the form of your willingness to have an adult conversation with him tonight. However, that clearly isnât the case because when he walked you up to your apartment like he always did, youâre attempting to lock him out, shutting the door as fast as you can once youâre inside, thus trying to prevent him from initiating that talk he wanted the two of you to have.
âSeriously?â He successfully pries the door open and you scowl at him.
âJungkookââ
âNo, you donât get to reason your way out of this. Iâm done hearing you out. Itâs your turn to listen to me.â He steps inside your apartment.
You groan, striding to the sofa and throwing your bag there. âYou canât force me to marry you.â
âIs marrying me so fucking bad that you canât get over it for health insurance benefits that can really help you?â He demands, infuriated.Â
âThatâs not the issue.â
âThen what is?â
âYou can get arrested!â you exclaim. âAnd so can I! Does that not freak you out?â
âWeâll only get arrested if we get caught.â
âIâm not willing to take the risk.â
âIâm not willing to see you die.â
You scoff out a laugh. âWho the fuck said anything about dying? Iâm not dying.â
âYou almost passed out on me. You almostââ
âItâs an error on my part, I admit.â You sigh. âWhen I get busy and preoccupied, sometimes I forget to check my sugar levels regularly throughout the day. Iâm sorry.â
âAnd you expect to be convinced that you have everything handled?â
âGod, Iâm not a child. Stop treating me like I canât do shit for myself.â
âPlease, ___,â he approaches you with the most pleading expression he can muster, and he watches as your hard expression crumbles, âjust accept my help. Itâs really not a big dealâyou wonât even see me often, so keeping up with the whole marriage ploy wouldnât be difficult. Weâll divorce in two years, we can pretend we never got married after that.â
âYou just donât get it, donât you?â
âWhat do I not get? If you think I donât understand something, then explain it to meââ
âI canât marry you,â you say. You do so like itâs final, like thereâs no point in arguing with you because he can never change your stand on this. As heâs pleading with his eyes to urge you to agree, youâre communicating with your eyes in a similar way thatâs wishing he would just drop this. âItâs wrong.â
His eyebrows furrow. âThis isnât the time to go on your high horse and decide whatâs wrong and whatâs not. Itâs a fraudulent marriageâof course, itâll be wrong to some degree.â
âNo, I meanâŠâ You turn away from him, rubbing your face in exhaustion. âItâd be wrong of me to marry you. Iâm taking advantage of you if I do, and I donât like that.â
Jungkook shakes his head, frustration worsening at the childlike excuse. Surely, you werenât that naive, were you? âYouâre not. Iâm not doing this against my own will. Besides, we get extra pay just for being married. If it makes you feel better, I wonât split it with you.â
âThat wonât make me feel better.â
âThen what will?â
You flop down on the coach and lean back, closing your eyes. He knows heâs being a pain in the ass but he canât just stand here and do nothing. He thinks heâs already come too far in convincing you, he isnât going to back out now. Every single day spent together, he can feel you warming up to the idea of marrying him for health insurance. Your connection and entirety of your relationship has been off the charts recently that itâll be harder for him not to be assured that before he leaves for his job, youâll be taken care off.
Jungkook goes to the spot beside you, sitting down. Your knees bump together, he keeps on gazing at you, waiting for you to focus on him; a minute passes and his gaze moves to your hand thatâs laying on the small space between you.
Without overthinking, he stretches out and clasps it, allowing his fingers to play with yours that finally captures your attention. The moment he glances up, he sees that youâre staring at him and he doesnât let go, he even smiles, a quiet promise that heâs always willing to listen to whatever you want to tell him.
You hesitantly smile back. âYou know,â your eyes train back to your intertwined fingers, Jungkook reveling in the warmth of your skin, gaining more confidence in acting out his feelings, âthere was a time wherein I would have said yes immediately if you asked me to marry you.â
He smirks, canât deny how hearing that inflates his ego a bit although this route in the conversation isnât where he expected to go. âWhat changed?â
âFor one, I grew up.â
âOuch.â
You laugh. Then you stay quiet for a while before speaking. âCan I confess something?â
That piques his interest. âAnything.â
âBut you have to promise not to make fun of me.â
âThatâs impossible.â He teases. âWhat is it?â
You stall, readjusting your position so that you can directly face him. Jungkook doesnât let go of your hand, he keeps it in his grasp, his thumb rubbing along the expanse of your knuckles.
âI like you, Jungkook. I really really do,â you finally say and he blinks, startled.
It shouldnât surprise him, considering that itâs been long established that he knew of your crush already, though he doesnât seem to have anticipated for you to boldly admit it when all these years, itâs only been some kind of unspoken understanding that neither of you downright acknowledged.
You continue speaking. âIn fact, I like you so much that maybe it developed into love at some pointâIâm not sure. Iâm at this stage of no longer being afraid of what I feel, I think? Most of the time, I just let it occur like itâs something so natural. Like itâs a feeling that I can never get away from? Like whatever I do, thereâs no way to shake you.â You chuckle half-heartedly. âThough never in a million years would I have thought that Iâd confess all of this. What for anyway? I donât want you to be burdened with what my teenage heart couldnât rub out.â
His mind is racing; hundred thoughts, hundred scenarios, hundred experiences heâs spent with you since the day you met. Jungkook never realized how much he needed you to say that you liked himâthat maybe you even loved himâuntil he heard it from your very mouth that you did, causing every inhibition and doubt he had to vanish. Now, he only wants to engulf you in an embrace and shout Yes, I feel the same way! Sorry for being a fucking corward and not doing this first!
He would have done all of that in a flash if it didnât appear that you still had something to say. Based on your rather constipated posture and the hand heâs holding thatâs becoming clammy, he discerns that youâre just in the first part of what you wanted to admit.
âActually, thatâs also why I canât let myself marry you,â you say. âI know it sounds ridiculous, but I donât know⊠it feels really icky somehow. I feel like Iâm holding you hostage, or that Iâm tricking you because of an ulterior motive, or that Iâm defying the laws of the universe by having the chance to marry you. Iâm not sure. I just know that I donât want to marry you if it means Iâll only get to do so because you think youâre doing me a huge favor. I donât want to be your charity case, KookâI deserve to be more than that, you know? Iâm not traditional or whatever but if itâs not for love, Iâm not keen on getting married.â You abruptly pull away from his clutch, embarrassment washing on your features by what you stated. âPlus, two years might not be that long but what happens when you meet someone and you like her? How can you explain that youâre only married to me because I need it for my medication? Itâll just be unnecessarily messy. I donât want to hold you back from those kinds of things. I donât want to be a hindrance.â
Thatâs his cue. Thatâs when he knows heâs supposed to kiss you and take your breath away, to admit that heâs certain that he has loved you since that one time when he was in the Naval Academy and although the training was hard as fuck, the thought of you gave him strength and he didnât want to see anyone as much as he wanted to see you afterâthat when you and Seowon visited him, that familiar urge to have you alone was all he felt the entire time, solidifying the idea that perhaps he didnât just see you as a friend.
âYouâre unbelievably dense, ___,â he murmurs, smirking at the play of events, and you glance at him, expression showing disbelief that heâs somehow treating this matter lightly.
âWhat?â
âDo you honestly think I go around and offer marriage to every woman out there who can benefit from being a military spouse? Do you think Iâm that generous? Iâm not. I wouldnât ask anyone to marry me for the same reason if they werenât important to meâor if I didnât like them. Iâm not that much of a saint,â he adds. âI mean, Iâm taking a two-week break to convince you to marry me. Iâm spending time with you every single day. Iâm driving for almost an hour and a half, enduring the traffic to get from my apartment to the university you work in to do thatâand you think this is because I want to be charitable?â
Silence. Your forehead wrinkles. He thinks youâre still not getting the point.
âIâm in love with you, ____,â Jungkook says.
Your breath hitches in your throat. Youâre opening your mouth, then closing it, then opening it again, then pressing it into a thin line. He thinks you look cute, being taken aback like this, and heâs wishing that heâs done this sooner so that the last five days of him chasing you around like a lost puppy was spent with talking more about whatâs possibly waiting for yours and his relationship next.
âAre you serious?â you ask after what seems like forever. âOr are you just saying that because youâre that desperate to have me on board with the whole fraudulent marriage thing?â
âGodââ Heâs inching closer to you now, laughing, watching your lips twitch at his reactionâ âIâm convinced that you were born into this earth to drive me fucking crazy.â
And just like that, he no longer restrains himself from kissing you.
It takes you a few good seconds before you will yourself to move. You canât seem to process the reality of Jungkook admitting that he was in love with you and then taking the liberty to plant his lips on yours. Youâre not complaining, of course, but you are a bit overwhelmed that it literally makes you freeze, unaware of what youâre supposed to do now that your fantasies are coming into life.
However, once you feel him angle his head to the side, doing so to deepen the kiss, your reflexes kick in and youâre kissing him back, encircling your arms around his neck and leaning towards him, Jungkook sighing in what appears to be relief. He grips your hips to support you as you try to straddle him, but your movements are so clumsy that you end up sprawling against his chest instead, perched on a leg of his that provides pleasure on the spot you need him the most. He chuckles at your lack of gracefulness, gliding his lips to your cheek and down to your jaw, nipping.
âThis okay?â he whispers with a palm drifting to your bottom.
You nod and Jungkookâs mouth is back on yours in an instant. He squeezes your ass, takes his time in fondling with it, cheekily slapping whenever you get brave yourself and push your tongue past his lips, before he skims his hand lower to your thigh and signals for you to mount him. Upon being properly sat on his lap, you get an immediate feel of his hard length through his jeans, prompting your imagination to run wild and induce the filthiest things he can do to you if neither of you stops.
âHoly shit,â he curses, your kisses roaming to the base of his throat where you lap and suck.
It becomes a dirty pattern for a while. The both of you will take a brief pause from making out to remove a piece of clothing or kiss every other exposed skin there is: the cheek, the jaw, the neck, the collarbones, the shoulders. Then one of you hauls the other back for another passionate kiss, hands skating everywhere on your bodies, sounds of arousal echoing inside the room; youâre starting to get lightheaded but youâre positive itâs not because of your sugar levels running low.
âI hate that it took us so long to get to this point,â he mutters.
You grin. âIâm sorry.â
âDonât apologize. Iâm the manâI should have confessed long ago.â
âWhy didnât you?â
âI donât know. âWas afraid to lose you, I guess.â He draws his head back and admires your blissed out expression. âBut then when Seowon told me you had diabetes, I panicked and thought that I might lose you either way.â
You go back to making out, Jungkook guiding your hips in grinding on his clothed length. Itâs addictiveâthe intimate feel of him, how heâs not shy in making sure you know how much heâs craving to be as close to you as you are to him. You think you can spend the whole night just doing this and be okay with it.
âFuck, Kook,â you groan against his mouth, a hand descending to his stomach and to his manhood, âyouâre so⊠so fuckinâ hard.â
Youâre palming him now, tracing the erection evident under his boxers.
He lets out a grunt. âYeah, baby, I know.â
âDo you⊠do you want meââ Youâre breathless, not able to continue whatever it is that you want to say.
He understands you just fine though. âNo.â He shakes his head. âDonât do anything.â
Youâre not sure what Jungkook means by that. How are you supposed to do nothing when you want to do everything to him? You soon comprehend what he means when he guides you to lay down on the sofa, when his lips skim lower and lower, passing your breasts, giving them the attention they deserve, until he goes lower than that and discards your underwear, kissing you in between your legs.
Itâs like heâs releasing all the pent up emotions heâs been keeping all these years. His tongue and fingers are relentless, his voice is telling you that heâs eager to coax an orgasm out of you, and as he lifts himself up to return to his previous position, face hovering yours, youâre positive that heâll get everything he wants because without a doubt youâll give him everything he wants from you too. Hell, if he uses this opportunity to ask you to marry him again, you might answer yes straight away, no longer bearing in mind the worries you expressed to him earlier.
Although did that even matter anymore? Jungkook said he loved you. He said you drove him crazy. You never thought youâd come to see the day heâd utter those words but here you are. The man of your dreams is kissing you, pleasing you, and looking damn enthusiastic as he does all of that.
âLast chance to stop me,â Jungkook teases. His eyes are glassy and you can feel his cock nudging on your thigh.
You giggle, bringing his head closer to press another long kiss on those pink and plump lips of his. âPlease never stop.â
âNever?â
âNever.â
âIâm going to take you up on that.â
âPlease do.â
After this night, youâre certain that youâll never allow yourself to be with another man aside from Jungkook. At the back of your head, you always thought that you were his, regardless if that wasnât true or that there was no real relationship to prove thatâhowever, at this moment, as he thrusts in and out languidly, you unquestionably know that youâre his. You belong to him now and he belongs to you; he lets you know through his love-filled gaze, his passionate kisses, and the manner wherein he moans your name.
âI love you,â he says, like heâs still in deep longing for your touch and affection.
You hum, tangling your fingers through the strands of his hair. âI love you, Kook.â You stare at his eyes. âI canât remember a time I didnât.â
A boyish grin erupts on his features.
Time passes by quickly. In a few more of his kisses, of the intoxicating slam of his hips, of his seductive whimpers, youâre coming beneath him, Jungkook pulling out and jerking his length until he too comes, his seed landing on the base of your tummy. You have the nerve to giggle at that, grinning at him with low-lidded eyes, and Jungkook hastily wipes his cum off your skin, attacking you with another passionate kiss that leaves you breathless.
âThereâs no way youâre not marrying me after this,â he murmurs.
You teasingly graze your teeth on his bottom lip. âIâll think about it.â
He groans. âDonât think about it. Just say yes.â
âAt least let me sleep on it, Kook.â
âFuckâfine.â He grabs your sides and pulls you flush against his body. âGuess Iâll have to keep on convincing you until you agree.â
****
âGod, why is this so difficult?â Jungkook whines, keeping you in his embrace, head tucked between your cheek and shoulder.
The air is very humid and Jungkookâs in his naval aviator uniform, which doesnât look cool in a sense that air is properly flowing through the material. He doesnât care though, doesnât care that itâs sticking to his skin as he refuses to let you go, not even when you complain playfully.
âKook, Iâm fucking sweaty.â
âI donât care.â
You laugh.Â
Heâs leaving to return to his duty and youâre here with him outside the base before he enters, being with him until the last possible minute because thatâs how much of a good wife you are.
Yes, you and Jungkook did get married. Three days ago in fact, at the city hallâs courtroom. Neither of you invited your parents; they didnât know about the occasion and you refused to tell them, afraid that they may be critical about yours and his choices when they discover the true reason why youâre rushing to be wed. The only people that remained to be aware of it was Seowon and his girlfriend, Winnie, who served as the witnesses, which was fine by you. In your understanding, this was just for the papers and your health, and not the real deal yet to be celebrated lavishly.
âIâll propose to you again after a couple of years,â Jungkook promised after the ceremony. âLetâs renew our vows and Iâll give you an amazing wedding.â
You would have told him that there was no need, but who were you kidding? You did want a proper wedding with Jungkook. The previous week didnât even feel like you were newlyweds. Yes, the both of you compacted all of the dates you could have if one of you werenât such a chicken in five days, and yes, though the honeymoon stage was experienced and practicedâit was only because you were a new couple who after years of hiding their feelings for one another, was now finally free to express it as much as they desired.
âCall me everyday?â you ask when he finally pulls back, Jungkook pecking your lips one more time.
âDefinitely.â He smiles. âVisit me whenever possible?â
âOf course.â You kiss him too.
His smile transforms into a grin. âTake care of yourself, alright? Keep me updated all the time. No sugarcoating allowed.â
âYes, Lieutenant.â
Rolling his eyes, he gives you another kiss and engulfs you in a tight hug, lifting you off the ground that causes you to giggle.
âOkay, pack it up, love birds!â Seowon shouts.
The two of you turn to your brother whoâs leaning on his car, the vehicle that was used to transport the three of you today. Youâre still in the middle of moving your belongings at Jungkookâs place and Seowon was kind enough to volunteer helping, always dubious that you could do stuff on your own. Despite your reluctance, you let him assist you, mostly because youâre trying to make a conscious effort in not upsetting him again.
Letâs just say that when the judge hailed you husband and wife at the civil wedding, Seowon wasnât thrilled to see that the kiss shared between you and Jungkook wasnât as fake as the supposed sham marriage, leading him to the conclusion that in the middle of Jungkookâs ruse of convincing you to be his wife, something must have happened that led to your approval and that rather 18+ rated kiss. Mostly though, heâs just offended that neither of you thought of telling him that you were an official couple before the wedding.
Jungkook unwillingly places you down.
âI think I need to go,â you say.
He nods with a sigh. âIâll miss you.â
âIâll miss you too.â
âCall you tomorrow?â
âYes.â You affectionately caress his cheek, bringing his face down for the very very very last kiss.Â
He leans into it. âFuck, I donât want to leave.â
âSeriouslyâhurry up!â Seowon shouts and you pull back.
âI will kill him,â you tell Jungkook.
âHeâs your brother,â he says. âAnd now, my brother-in-law, so I canât let you do that.â
âThat might be your very first red flag, Jungkook, insinuating that youâre choosing my brother over me.â You cross your arms. âTell me, if the both of us were drowning, would you save me or Seowon?â
âYou,â he answers without missing a beat.
You narrow your eyes. âIs that the truth?â
âOf course. Seowon would probably undrown himself anyway and youâre shit at swimming. Itâs an easy choice.â
You punch him hard on the shoulder and he feigns hurt, snickering. âFor the record, I donât think anyone can âundrownâ themselvesâbut fine, you pass the test.â
Jungkook faces Seowonâs direction and does a final salute, your brother returning it swiftly, and just like that, you and him share your last farewells. You watch as he goes through the entrance of the base and sends you a wave of goodbye; you weakly copy the gesture and stand there for a few seconds, just watching him fade from your view the further he trudges inside. You donât think saying goodbye to him ever felt this heavy, and you blame it on the fact that after all this is the first time youâre saying goodbye to him with the assurance that he loves you tooâand that alone weighs millions.
You spin on your heel and go to Seowon whoâs already in the driverâs seat. As soon as you get in and wear your seat belt, heâs giving you a dirty look.
âWhat?â you ask.
âPlease never do that in front of me again.â
His statement makes you smirk. âWhy? Didnât you want this?â
âWant what?â
âMe and Jungkook to be together.â
âWhen on earth did I say that?â
âYou previously admitted that you were lowkey playing cupid by suggesting that Jungkook marry me for health insurance.â
A short pause. âYeah, but that doesnât mean I have to watch you two reenact a porno every fucking time.â
âWeâre notââ
âYou are. Donât deny it.â He grumbles. âGod, every time I see you two, itâs like Iâm Ross from that one Friends episode where he accidentally sees Monica and Chandler doing it from the window of his apartment.â
âYeah, I remember that.â You laugh. âIn my defense, you havenât seen me and Jungkook actually do the deed soââ
âWait, so the two of you have?â
Your expression drops. His tone is approaching older brother protectiveness territory and youâre quick to attempt diffusing the situation. âI will not dive into that. All Iâm going to say is that Iâm a grown adult and so is Jungkook.â
He grimaces before starting the engine. âYeah, never dive into that. I donât need to hear the details.â
You share a laugh and then silence fills the car.
You press your lips together, looking at him while he backs out from the parking spot. âHey, thanks, by the way. For driving today, and for offering to help me later, and maybe for also never minding your own business.â
You recall how Seowon was the one who couldnât stop worrying about you and finding a solution when you told your family that you had type 1 diabetes. Your parents were concerned, they pestered you for months to force you to accept financial assistance from them, but they gave up soon after. Seowon though? He never did. He persisted through every outburst you had; he tolerated your bitchiness and your dirty looks all the time. Out of everyone in your life, you always felt like regardless of how stubborn and prideful you could be, Seowon was worseâin the best way possible.
A crooked smile illuminates his face. âYouâre my kid sister. Itâs my job to never let you experience peace in your whole life.â
You scoff. âWell, youâre damn great at what you do.â
When you reach Jungkookâs apartment, unloading the boxes and arranging your stuff to its designated places, your heart swells in happiness as the reality sinks in that your life is heading in the right direction after months of feeling hopeless. It drives you to be more thankful to the little things, to the people who were always by your side, to your previous circumstance that although wasnât ideal was still manageable. A lot donât get to have that kind of privilege and you promise yourself that youâll make an effort to find more things to be grateful about from this day forward.
âOh, I forgot to mention,â Seowon approaches in the middle of you arranging your books on Jungkookâs near to empty shelf, âWinnie wanted to give you this. She would have handed it over herself but sheâs going to be busy for the next few days.â
You take the frame from his hand and see that itâs the picture Winnie took of you and Jungkook after the ceremony. Itâs in the restaurant that you ate at to celebrate the civil wedding. Jungkook was grinning at you with an arm around on the backrest of your chair, you were leaning towards him, smiling at the cameraâand the absolute selling point of why this was the best picture ever taken was because of how cake icing was scattered on your faces, places on spots in an artistic manner like it was planted there on purpose for the picture and not because the both of you were being silly that instance.
You think it showcases your relationship with Jungkook marvelously. Itâs playful, itâs sweet, and most of all, it demonstrates how you two are clearly great friends.
âThis is so beautiful, Seowon,â you say.
You immediately send Winnie a heartfelt thank you message for the gift and continue to take a photo of the frame, sending it to Jungkook as well.
Once you hit send, you type out a message to accompany it.
You: look how cute we look đ„č
Youâre certain itâll take hours before he replies so you keep your phone again, going back to staring at the picture which is now placed on one of the shelves. Itâs the sole picture frame you have with Jungkook. In fact, itâs the only picture that Jungkook has in his apartment, and you like to think that this might be the mark of the new beginning youâll have with him. Even though your relationship wouldnât be traditionally explored given his occupation and how heâs most likely going to be away a lot, you donât mind.
If thereâs one thing you really believe in, itâs that waiting for Jungkookâwhether consciously or unconsciouslyâalways brings out the best outcomes.
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âšSaving What Was Lost Part 1: Youâre Safe With Meâš
Pre-Outbreak! Joel Miller x fem! reader
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A/N: The first chapter is finally here, and Iâm so excited to bring this to all the healing girlies that need a protective, soft Joel in their life đ„ș Thank you to @alltheirdamn and @mountainsandmayhem for screaming about them with me. This is raw, heavy, and very emotional. I hope you love it as much as I do đ„č Screaming because I need a hug from this man đ
Chapter Summary: The night of the auction, the night youâll have to face your fate of being bought. But an unexpected man dips his money in and fights for you. His eyes are soft, kind, unlike all the other men. And maybe heâll just be your saving grace.
Rating: Explicit 18+ only MDNI
Word Count: 13.9k
Chapter Tags: Mentions of being trafficked, flashbacks of being abused, non-consensual touching, a lot of angst, soft and protective Joel, emotional reader, trust issues, PTSD, no use y/n, age gap (reader is late 20âs, Joel is late 40âs), pre-outbreak au, switching POVs
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
 Red. Thatâs all you see, all you know. The dark crimson lipstick that stains your tainted lips, the cardinal curtains that drape across the buyerâs room, your bloodshot eyes that reflect in mirrors that you can barely stand to look into. Itâs all just⊠red.
   You hate your reflection, hate the mascara that runs down your eyes night after night like the blood that covers your once white sheets, hate the way your voice is silenced even when you so desperately want to scream your lungs out. But it doesnât matter anymore. Nothing matters because youâre about to be sold to the highest bidder who deems you worthy enough to claim.Â
   You scoff, biting your tongue until you taste copper run down the back of your throat, the tears pooling to the surface against your lash line.Â
   âStop fucking crying and suck it up,â Angela spits out sharply. âYouâre going to make me a lot of money today, sunshine. So put on a big smile for me and stop smudging your makeup. You want to go back with the girls who didnât get chosen to go on to the next rounds?â
   âNo,â you mewl, your eyes wide and rounded, your heart lodged in your throat. You know what their poor fates will be, and youâve had enough abuse and horror to last more than a lifetime.Â
   âThen get out there and stop fucking around. Youâre driving my patience, girl. The men are waiting.â She narrows her beady blue eyes and curls her thin red lips into a scowl, pushing you forward and nearly making you trip over your strappy high heels, your ankles barely able to hold your fatigued legs up any longer.Â
   Your heart thunders loudly in your chest, blood rushing through your ears, anxiety threatening to take you down at any minute. Angela would be at your back, digging her spiky heels into your spine, barking at you to move, but what does it matter anymore? Youâre already dead. Whatâs one more scratch to your fragile body that has been violated in ways youâd never speak about aloud.Â
   Youâre just a vacant body thatâs hollow and worn inside. A mere ghost thatâs left this earth long ago, imprisoned to this life to bring pleasure to men who only inflict pain and torture on innocent souls. But thereâs nothing you can do. Not a damn thing. Youâre stuck like glue unless you find a way to just end everything. Then theyâd never be able to touch you again because youâd be buried six feet under the dirt. But at least then youâd be at peace.
   Youâll never know peace again. Not in this lifetime. Not ever.Â
   As you turn the sharp corner, the vibrant red curtains separate into a stage-like theater room. Draped material clings to the velvety walls, the color reminding you of death and destruction. You can almost see the imprinted blood stains of the girls who got dragged away by the strands of their fragile hair, leaving claw marks in the walls.Â
   You can still hear the blood curdling screams from some of them left behind, a plea for anyone who was listening, begging for just one person to help. But no one did. Their desperate calls werenât enough to even stir up a care in the world from any of the men, including your awful handler, Angela. They were just a number, a dollar sign to every single one of these insufferable men, and the only thing they cared about was power, control, and sex.
   You werenât any different in this scenario. And tonight, your soul would be auctioned off. And then youâd be enslaved till your master either killed you, or you found a gun and pulled the trigger yourself to just silence it all.
   Your high heels click audibly against the polished stage, your feet dragging as you keep your eyes peeled to the floor like a good submissive. âKeep your head down, donât ever look them in the eyes. Be the good slut they want you to be and maybe they wonât punish you as much.â Thatâs what Angela always said for all those unbearable months you lived under her roof, and it was engraved like stone in your mind, imprinted words that might as well be tattooed on your wrist.Â
   You were taken at twenty-six, now a twenty-seven-year-old fucked up girl who doesnât even know what state sheâs in. Itâs been a year, maybe two. You donât fucking know anymore. All you know is that you want to die.Â
   You learned to be submissive, small-minded, belittled, pliant. And the worst part, she taught you to say thank you to your abusers after they were finished having their filthy ways with you night after nightâŠ
   You were nothing but a collared bitch who forgot how to say the word no. You were their prized possession now, and your body wasnât your own anymore.
   âAhhh. There she is. Thereâs my favorite slut of them all.â The word slut cuts you like a sharp knife penetrating deep through your skin, sinking down to stab you right where it hurts worst. âWhy donât you give us a spin, princess? Show these gentlemen what youâve got to offer. Give them a show.â Garrettâs cackled voice booms through the large room, sending goosebumps down the base of your spine. You never liked him, especially when he cornered you in the bathroom, pushing you against the tile until he forced you down on your knees and told you to suck or heâd wring your neck.
   Your eyes press closed at the traumatic memory, teardrops threatening to spill at any moment. You just do what you're told and keep your quivering lips together, your long nails brushing against your bare thighs. The midnight blue dress barely covers your ass, the diamond earrings and pearl necklace weighing you down like a heavy anchor, tethering you to the ocean floor. Your cleavage spills out from the low-cut v shape of the top, breasts almost on full display because Angela said the men would just love it. You hate it, hate her but thereâs not a damn thing you can do about any of it. Youâre a slave and nothing more than a fuck toy and a quick money maker for the sex traffickers.Â
   You wish you felt more human, but youâre just⊠not. Most days you canât even remember your full name, nevertheless your favorite time of year. Being holed up in a horror house for over a year will do that to a girl. Make them forget their entire identity. And thatâs exactly what happened to you.Â
   Now youâre just⊠dust.Â
   âAlright, boys. Shall we start this off with letâs say, ten thousand dollars?â Garrettâs sharp voice zaps like lightning through your nerves, and your whole body is visibly shaking now. His cold emerald eyes look like a viper about to strike its prey, and his smug smirk makes you want to curl in on yourself, hide yourself so heâll never be able to torture you again.Â
   You hear sounds of squeaking chairs, men cursing under their breath, whistles being thrown around like theyâre catcalling you. They are catcalling you. But instead of harmless whistles, theyâre poisonous fangs reaching for your skin, trying to seep their venom deep in your veins, claim you as their own. You fucking hate it.
   Taking a deep breath, you focus on the plush of the black carpet around the stage, try to pretend itâs lush green grass instead, like youâre running through the woods, escaping far far away from these bad men.
   âCome on, love. Donât be shy. Show me those pretty eyes, so I can see just how gorgeous youâll be down on your knees, pleasuring me with that pretty mouth of yours.â A man vulgarly shouts at you, the other menâs loud laughter echoing around the room, making you want to curl into a ball and die right on the spot so none of these men can lay a finger on you.
   Breathe. Focus. Donât lose hope. Keep fighting. The words echo through your mind, but youâre so lost that itâs hard to keep going. Youâre going to die under one of their hands anyway, so what does it matter?Â
   âDid you hear him, princess? Chin up and look at him.â Garrettâs tone is stern and demanding, and you donât flinch a second because you know what will happen if you do.
   When your eyes snap up, you come face to face with an older man who has cold blue eyes, spiky bleached blonde hair, and a jawline that could cut a manâs body in half. He has an evil glint in his eye, and itâs so revolting that it makes you want to puke. âTen thousand you say? Iâll take her.â A devilish smirk marks his mouth, and fear strikes through your insides as fast as a lightning bolt.Â
   No. Not him. Anyone but him. He looks like heâs murdered people, and you have no doubt that heâs killed women heâs bought before.Â
   Fear slices through you, but you canât run, canât even move. Your feet are nailed to the wooden floor of the stage, and you know he sees how scared you are in your swirling irises filled with fright.
   âAnd shall we go up to fifteen thousand? Any takers?â Garrett looks around the room and two hands go up, but youâre too tired to look to see who they are.
   The bets continue, slowly climbing all the way to forty-five thousand dollars. An amount that is insane for a broken body who doesnât even want to be breathing anymore.Â
   Men scream and fight, shouting different prices, trying to win you over, making Garrett slam his fist down and sell you to the highest bidder. You donât want to listen, donât want to hear their rambling nonsense anymore. You just want to go to sleep and never wake up again. Maybe then you wonât feel any pain anymore. Maybe then youâll find peace.
   More chants and vulgar noises come from the menâs mouths, their hungry eyes glued to you, their lips smacking and fingers digging into the velvet of their seats. Some men adjust themselves in their fancy suits, tongues darting out, wetting their salivating lips. And itâs so disgusting that it makes you nearly vomit on the floor, but Angela would have your head for that. So you just stand there helplessly and wait because thatâs all you can do.Â
   Youâre their ragdoll, and they can do whatever the fuck they want with you. You have no say and trying to fight would just make everything that much worse.Â
   Minutes go by, ridiculous numbers flying around the room, the air stifling and sticky, your body fizzing with anxiety, a panic attack creeping up against the surface, threatening to take you down in mere seconds.
   Donât freak out, donât freak out, donât freakâŠ
   âSixty thousand dollars.â Your eyes dart up, panic flashing across your irises. You find a man you hadnât seen in the very back, and you have to squint to make him out in the shadows of the corner of the room.
   Your mouth nearly drops open at the amount he just said but apparently, these men are dripping with copious amounts of money.Â
   You take a few seconds to assess him, your eyes glued to his large form against the velvet recliner he sits in, palms pressed firmly into the sunken arms of the chair. His body is broad, tensed, thick veins spidering down his tanned forearms, a black Rolex watch clasped to his left wrist. Heâs clad in a white button-up shirt, black dress pants pressed against sculpted thighs. Heâs dressed like all the other filthy rich men, but this one stands out amongst the rest. Thereâs just something about him thatâs different.Â
   He drags a heavy hand down his patchy scruff, greying threads shining under the dim light. His tousled sandy hair is slicked back, silver streaks giving away his older age. He looks to be in maybe his late forties, if that. A thick mustache hangs over his plush mouth, but what draws you in the most isnât anything about his physical appearance but the way heâs looking at you. Soft, gentle brown eyes that have no violence swirling in them like the rest of the men. While the others look at you like a raw piece of meat, he doesnât follow their lead. In fact, his gaze never hovers, never draws down your body. They just stay locked entirely on your eyes.
   His eyes are soft, dark brown pools with honey flecks glittering in the darkness that surrounds you. They arenât cold, unfeeling like the rest of the menâs are. Theyâre⊠soft. And that alone almost brings you to your knees in relief.
   âSixty-one thousand,â the spiky blonde hair challenges, piercing his icy blue eyes on you, making you want to hurl at the thought of that one winning you over.Â
   âSixty-two,â the mysterious man in the corner barters. Your eyes snap up to his until you hear Angelaâs venomous words spew in your mind. Eyes on the ground unless youâre getting spoken to. Your gaze involuntarily falls to the polished wood, and you hear her click her tongue behind the fancy curtains. Youâre nothing but a disappointment to her most days. Never perfect, always pathetic.Â
   You bite your lower lip in panic, digging your heel as far into the floor as itâll go, your nails biting into the palms of your hand, almost to the point of blood being drawn.Â
   âSixty-three!â The blonde pushes out of his chair angrily, his fists balled at his sides, getting frustrated with the man that challenges him.Â
   Please, please, please. Donât let him take me.Â
   Praying was something you gave up on long ago but at this moment, you really have nothing left to hold on to. You can only silently beg for the man with brown eyes to win the bid.Â
   âSixty-five,â the brown-eyed man growls, his voice clipped and harsh, letting the blonde know he isnât going to lose this fight. The blonde glares at him, anger fuming in his icy eyes, a deep snarl embedded in his mouth. Youâre almost positive thatâs how heâd look night after night hovering over your bed if he were the one to win, but you canât think about that now. All you can do is wait.Â
   âDo I hear sixty-six?â Garrett smiles, his eyes flicking between the two men who look like theyâre about to duel in an old western shootout. You already know the brown-eyed man would win.Â
   The blondeâs jaw ticks, and he holds back violence in his flexed fingers. After a few unbearable seconds of waiting, he slowly shakes his head and sits back down in defeat. âNo. Guess he gets to take home and fuck the whore however he likes.â
   Anger flashes over the broad manâs brown irises, and a murderous stare penetrates his gaze. He clenches a fist tightly, and a part of you thinks he may jump out of his seat and beat him to a bloody pulp, but he doesnât. And for some reason, your breath is completely knocked from your lungs.
   The deep boom of Garrettâs tone makes you jump from surprise, stirring you from your deep thoughts. âAnd sold, to the man at the back of the house! Congratulations. You got our rarest gem tonight. Arenât you so lucky.âÂ
   The brown-eyed manâs jaw clenches for just a second, but he relaxes it instantly. Walking up to the front of the room, he throws on his pressed black jacket, straightening it as he walks past the deranged men, following Garrett as he leads him to the side where heâll transfer the money and make it official. Youâre his now, and thereâs nothing you can do about it.Â
   Angela grabs your elbow harshly, pinching skin and drags you off the stage. She should be happy you just got sold, but sheâs still acting like you belong to her. âLook at you getting fought over. You just earned me a shiny paycheck. But donât forget your place, brat. Youâre just a body to these men, and youâre here to please them. Sex is what they want, and your new master will surely punish you even more than all the other men at the house did to you.â
   A sick feeling twists up your stomach, threatening to empty your lunch remains from yesterday on the floor, right on top of her shiny stilettos, but you wouldnât dare. Sheâd probably kill you herself before your new buyer even got you in the car.
   Suddenly, you realize you wonât have to deal with her backhanded remarks or abusive commands anymore. No more late nights of being held down on the ground and no more non consensual touching from strangers.Â
   A feeling like freedom washes over your senses, relieving you of some tension, but you won't be truly free. Not really because you just got sold, and you know nothing about this man. Even if his eyes were kind doesnât mean thatâs who he really is. Men pretend with you all the time.
   When she pushes you up the stairs that lead to the back of the room, the blonde stands and blocks your way, an angry leer in his eyes while he skims his gaze down your exposed body. Something like panic and sickness stir inside you, an unwelcome hand brushing over your bare thigh, his hand sliding higher under your short skirt. Angela just stands back and lets him take advantage, and you have nowhere to run.
   âWell, looks like I wonât be taking you home after all, but Iâm sure your new master wonât mind sharing you before you leave, right?â A sly smirk curls against his thin lips, his eyes smoldering with ice and mischief, making you feel extremely small in the moment.
   âI donât think..â
   âShut up, whore,â he silences you, wrapping a tight arm around your waist, snaking his hand higher and higher, brushing his fingertips over the thin material of your lacy thong. Anxiety floods your senses, panic taking over. You try to pull away, but he just presses you tighter against his body.
   Where the fuck is he? Where is your master? Youâre not supposed to be touched after being bought, at least not by another man. Unless itâs agreed upon by him explicitly.Â
   He skims across the outer edge of your lace, his slimy fingers feeling like hot lava boiling you alive. You want to run, hide, scream into his twisted face, but you have no more fight in you. Youâre paralyzed by fright and right now, Angela doesnât give a single fuck if one of these sick freaks pins you against the floor and takes advantage of you.
   Right when you feel a warm teardrop leak from your eyes and a long finger pull against the thin fabric, a loud smack echoes around the room, and his body is thrown to the ground, blonde hair flitting across your peripheral vision. Your eyes blow wide when you realize what just happened. Your new master just punched the blonde manâs nose and tackled him to the floor, and you canât stop staring in complete shock.
   âWhat the fuck man! What was that for?â The blonde tenses up and pinches his broken nose where blood is spewing on the floor in a thick pool, staining the black cuffs of his suit.
   âMine,â he growls protectively, shoving him once more for good measure. He pulls himself up from the floor and straightens his button-up, ticking his jaw and scowling at the coward lying in pain on the floor.Â
   Your jaw goes slack, and your heart thunders impossibly fast in your chest at what just happened. He saved you from getting taken advantage of. Why would he do that? You should thank him, but youâre stunned in silence.Â
   He gives you a once over to make sure youâre unharmed and when heâs content, he tips his head toward the open door, signaling for you to follow. âCâmon.â Itâs all he says, but you follow nonetheless, desperate to get out of this cesspool.Â
   You take one more glance back at the carnage of the room, collecting the memory of the blood red curtains and taking the fancy velvet seats to your grave. The reflective mirrors make you gag, and the wooden stage makes your legs shake at the implication of what it means to be up on that high platform. It makes you sick to your stomach.
   You were just auctioned off and hopefully, youâd never have to step foot into this room ever again.Â
   Trailing after him, you stay close. Close enough to inhale the woodsy cologne that drips off his body. You donât know why, but thereâs an odd comfort in the scent. Like fresh pines and a brisk fall day. Something you havenât got to experience since⊠you canât even remember now.
   The guards at the front let you pass, and itâs almost like itâs a trick. Just one more step and theyâd be dragging you back by the crown of your head, not even sorry for ripping strands from your skull. You tense up and wait, but nothing happens. They just let you go. And suddenly, tears are pooling in your vision.Â
   You wipe away the evidence, afraid your new master will scold you for shedding a tear. Maybe he wouldnât, but you have so much trauma embedded in you that itâs like itâs an automatic response.Â
   Back at the house, Angela would smack you across the cheek if she caught you crying for any reason. She always said tears were a weakness, and she wouldnât have one of her girls going into a manâs room looking like a train wreck. So even crying brings out the trauma responses. You fucking hate that you canât show emotion without getting a whiplash of her snide demands.
   Youâre broken, and you donât think youâll ever be repairable.
   The air is chilly, a full moon hanging high in the night sky, bright stars blinking every couple of seconds behind grey clouds. The trees are mixed with a swirl of colors: yellows, oranges, deep reds that remind you of the shed blood back at the house.
   You shake your head out of the fog and focus on the smell of fresh air and a hint of spice. It has to be the end of September or October. Maybe November? God, you donât even know what month it is or where the hell you are. This isnât home. Not anywhere close at all. You know because thereâs no deep green mountains or endless forests in sight. Home is nowhere to be foundâŠ
   The tall man walks you to a dark black Chevy, unlocking the passenger door and opening it wide for you. He doesnât touch you, doesnât even offer you a hand. He just stares at you with a slight tick to his jaw, tilting his head to signal you forward. Your body responds in an instant.Â
   You climb in, feeling the cool leather on your exposed skin, pulling on the bottom of your dress to cover yourself more, but it barely even moves an inch. Itâs no use trying. Heâll probably have your dress ripped off in less than an hour. Youâre surprised you even made it this far without him pinning you down to your hands and knees.Â
   Shaking the sick images from your mind, you let the invading thoughts float far away as he closes the passenger door. He wouldnât do that to you. Heâs not like those other men. He couldnât be. He attacked a man for you, but maybe itâs just because he doesnât like other men touching his property.Â
   Thatâs what you are. Property. Thatâs all youâll ever be.
   It doesnât take him long to appear in the driverâs seat, clicking his seatbelt into place and turning the key in the ignition, letting the rumble of the engine rev to life. You sit back in the passenger seat and try to breathe, letting air pool into your tight lungs.Â
   The inside of the truck may be warm, but your body is freezing just thinking of what that blue-eyed demon was going to do to you back there. Panic consumes your insides, making you violently shake in your seat. Your eyes gloss over and then you feel as if you drown in a frozen lake, frostbite making its way across your flushed skin.
   âWhoa, easy there. Sâalright now. Youâre alright,â he coos, quickly throwing off his jacket and wrapping you in the warmth, draping your arms through the long sleeves and bundling up inside the blanket-like material.Â
   Warm. Itâs so warm and for the moment, your body relaxes just enough to relieve yourself of the onslaught panic attack. Your erratic breathing shortens, and then you can finally think clearly again, breaking away from the thick fog.
   Your eyes flick over to his, and thereâs nothing but pure concern laced in his golden-brown irises. âYou alright?â The question confuses you, and you stare blankly his way. Thereâs nothing hostile or violent in his eyes. Theyâre just⊠soft. Like they were back in the auction room. The first time you stared into anything remotely warm since you were taken.
   He lifts an eyebrow in question, and you finally register that he wants you to answer. âMhm,â is all you can muster out, your words lodged deep in the back of your throat. Men donât ask you how youâre feeling, so why is he?
   He looks at you for another beat, nodding his head once before you drop your gaze back to your lap like the submissive you should be. Donât make eye contact. Thatâs showing control, and youâre not in control. Angelaâs taunting words will follow you to the grave, you just know it.Â
   He looks like he wants to say something else, but he holds his tongue and lets the truck roll to the long gravel road ahead.
   A sudden realization hits you like a car crash. No more Angela, no more Garrett, no more assaulters crowding your broken body. Youâre free. Of them, at least. But your new master? Not so much.Â
   The ride is silent apart from the soft rumble of the truck, tires spinning along the quiet road, moonlight shining through the tinted window, reflecting shiny stars in the side mirrors. You havenât been outside in months, and the sight of a clear night sky makes you want to burst into tears.Â
   âWhatâs your name, sweetheart?â His deep, soothing voice lilts into your ears, and you gulp at the sweet nickname he uses.
   Sweetheart. The men back at the house only called you crude, filthy names. Slut, whore, and bitch were their favorites. But no one ever called you sweetheart. Not ever.
   You take a deep breath in before you speak, afraid your vocal cords will shred apart the moment you tell him what it is. But when he looks over at you all soft again, you break. You tell him your name quietly and avert your gaze back down to your pale thighs.Â
   Your name rolls off his tongue like honey, and you canât help but fight the tug of a smile curling over your lips. He said your name and for once in your life, a little part of you clicked back together.Â
   Bravery seeps into your body, and you cautiously peek up and ask something youâve wondered since you saw his dark brown eyes in the corner of the room. âAnd your name?â
   His gaze flicks over to you, and for a moment you think his hand might fly out and smack you across the face. You flinch, remembering the sting of every hit your abusers marked you with. Your palm mechanically brushes over your cheek, and you swear you can feel the bright red welts theyâd leave on your tainted skin.
   The muscles in his jaw tick as he watches you, assessing your shaky movements. Itâs like he can see the pain deep down in your soul, and you donât understand why heâd care about that.Â
   He clears his throat and answers, his eyes attentive to the dark road ahead. âJoel Miller.âÂ
   You donât know what to answer to that, so you stay quiet and lean against the window, looking out into the thick fog of darkness.Â
   After he sees you trying to decipher your surroundings, his thick Southern drawl fills the quiet. âDo you know what month it is?â
   âNo,â you answer solemnly, eyes still focused on the blurring background as the truck drives on.
   âDo you know what state youâre in?â
   âNo,â you shake your head, eyes closing for less than two seconds.Â
   He sighs, and you see him drag a hand slowly through his scruff. âItâs the middle of October. Youâre in Texas. Jusâ a little north of Austin. Thatâs where weâre headed now. Jusâ about forty minutes away.â
   Texas? Well, thatâs a very very long way from home. But you donât have a home anymore, so what does it matter?
   âOh.âÂ
   âHome,â he says hesitantly. âIs it anywhere close to here for you?âÂ
   You swallow back a lump in your throat and shake your head no, curling in on the warm jacket that envelopes your tired body.
   When you donât speak again, Joel flicks his eyes slowly to you, his thumb tapping quietly against the leather steering wheel. âWhereâs home at, sweetheart?â
   You flinch at the endearing name. It sounds like a knife dragging down a dirty chalkboard if youâre being honest with yourself. Youâre nothing but a dirty slut. And thatâs exactly what he should be calling you. Not sweetheart, not baby, just⊠slut.
   When the truck comes to a halt at a dimly lit stop sign, he looks over once more at you, his eyes a dark shade of chocolate. âWashington,â is all you can muster up, thinking you owe him an answer. You canât even say Seattle without the word getting stuck in your throat.Â
   His eyes widen and something like softness resides deep in his warm irises. âYouâre an awfully long way from home, aint ya?â
   Quiet. His voice is too quiet, too⊠sad. And you donât know what to take that as.
   Tears swim up to the surface, pooling in the corners of your eyes, but you hold them back. Donât show him youâre weak. âI don't have a home anymoreâŠâÂ
   His mouth turns down in a tight-lipped frown, and he looks so defeated that you canât quite understand why he would be. He doesnât care about you. He never will. Heâll bleed you dry until you have nothing left. Thatâs what Angela said. And itâs ingrained like a sickness that wonât leave your body. Permanent damage thatâll leave scars like the ones that etch the back of your raised skin.Â
   Youâre nothing but a vacant body to use.Â
   âWhat about your family? They must be lookinâ for you.â
   Your fingers dig into the silk of your dress, and you almost let them tear right through. âI donât have a family,â you whisper quietly.
   You feel his careful stare waver over you, but you donât have the energy to look up. âNo? Surely someoneâs lookinâ for you. They have to be. A girl like youââ
   âA girl like me what?â you snap, quick to pull back your reins. The last thing you want to do is get backhanded from talking too loudly.
   âTake it easy now,â he presses, his voice gentle and soothing. Almost enough to consume some of your sadness. â All Iâm sayinâ is someone has got to be searchinâ for you. Your parents?â
   You bite your bottom lip hard, chewing the glossy skin thatâs marked with invisible bruises. âMy parents are dead.â
   Silence carves through the inside of the moving vehicle, but you hear the faint whisk of shock leave his mouth. âOh. Iâm⊠fuck, Iâm sorry. I didnât knowâŠâ
   âHow could you have? You donât know me,â you shrug, leaning closer against the smooth interior of the door, your head resting against the cool window thatâs doused in fog and sorrow.
   âWell, Iâm tryinâ, sweetheart. I really am. Do you have anyone else? Maybe an uncle or cousin orââ
   âNo,â you interrupt. âTheyâre all gone⊠I have nothing.â
   His hands clench tight over the steering wheel, his knuckles turning ghost white, and his jaw ticks like something just deeply upset him. Your eyes fall back to your thighs, but you can feel the weight of his body tightening up against the back of the seat.Â
   He doesnât say anything else, doesnât ask you any more questions. Thereâs just a thick silence that encompasses the cool air. And the only thing that keeps you warm now is the comfortable jacket that envelops you like a tight hug. A hug you desperately need. But you donât want to be touched.Â
   Not now, not ever againâŠÂ
   Youâre almost fading off to sleep, the minutes ticking down painfully slow, but the rustle of gravel stirs you enough to where your eyes snap open in surprise. You gulp at the view in front of you. A large, lavish house with floor to ceiling windows and expensive wood panelling.        Â
   Your eyes peel to the thick brush of trees that expand into darkness behind the giant house. And for just a second, you feel like running far far away into the expanse of darkness. Maybe itâd swallow you whole till you were nothing but a ghost beneath the ground.
   The truck finally comes to a halt and then the engine cuts off. Your body hums with electricity. The kind that threatens to strike you dead. Joel unlocks the truck with a click, and he tilts his head toward the house. âCâmon. Follow me.â
   Your body hesitates, but the anxiety of lagging behind and getting punished sends you nearly jumping from your seat and out the door of the truck. Your feet hit gravel and you follow silently behind him, eyes fixed to the grass as your high heels click after him.Â
   You feel like a puppet heâs strung behind him, your limbs moving without your permission. But he hasnât done anything to you, so why are you panicking? And then your shoulders hunch with knowing. Itâs the trauma thatâs engraved like permanent ink from a tattoo deep inside your skin.
   Youâll never be able to escape it. Not even when youâre dead and gone.
   When you get to the front double doors, he slips a key in and turns, pushing it open with the flick of his wrist. Your eyes blow wide when you enter the massive house. A sparkling chandelier hangs high above the entryway. A marble staircase sits to the right side of what looks to be the living room. Polished wood covers every inch of the flooring. Exposed beams fill the ceiling, and the white painted walls donât seem to have a speck of dirt on any of the surfaces.Â
   Itâs only a two story house, but it seems much bigger than that. Well over three thousand square feet. But the earthy textures and wooden trimmings of the house make it seem less like a prison and more like a, dare you say, home.Â
   Home. This is your home now. And whether youâre happy about it or not, thereâs not much you can do. Your body tells you to run, but thereâs a tiny slither of a voice inside you that says youâre safe.Â
   Safe. A word that means nothing anymore. You havenât been safe in over a year, and a part of you thinks youâll never be againâŠ
   âCâmon. Iâll show you where your room is.â
   You stop in the middle of the entryway, your brow furrowed at his sentence. âMy room?âÂ
   He nods. âYes, your room.â He reiterates the word your, saying it like itâs spelled out in capital letters. You think he does it for your sake, to let you know again that this is a safe place.
   âYou mean I donât have to sleep in your roomâŠâ Your voice betrays you. Fear and panic flooding your eyes at the thought of having to be forced into another manâs bed. You quickly shake the awful memories from your thoughts, afraid to slip into another panic attack.
   His jaw clenches up, but his eyes soften into warm pools of brown when he sees the distress in your wide eyes. âNo, darlinâ. Not gonna make you do that.â
   âOh,â is all you can muster out. Thatâs⊠new.
   He nods his head to the staircase, and you take that as your cue to follow. He doesnât touch you, doesnât put his hand on the small of your back, doesnât make you go first so he can stare up your dress. And you canât decipher why he bought you in the first place.Â
   Maybe heâs waiting till later to snatch you away into his room, maybe drag you to the floor and climb on top of you. The flashbacks make you sick to your stomach, and youâre having a hell of a time keeping it all inside.Â
   You distract yourself with the rustic art that hangs on the pristine walls, reflecting off the marble staircase you climb. Pictures of deer, horses, shiny lakes, deep green forests, like the ones in Washington, scatter around the walls in various shapes. And it calms the anxiety thatâs rolling like a violent storm through your mind.Â
   A long, dimly lit hallway stands at the top of the steps, another sits on the opposite side of the long archway that overlooks a grand living room, leather couches, and a grand piano sitting in the left corner, right next to a picturesque window that overlooks a sea of trees. Itâs just as lavish as other menâs homes, the ones where theyâd throw parties for all their friends to indulge in the trafficked girls, but this one doesnât feel like that at all, strangely.Â
   His low timbre pulls you out of the fog, and you find him standing by an open door, the first one on the left. âThis is where youâll be stayinâ at.â
   You follow him into the room and gasp at what lies ahead of you. A queen-sized bed with clean white sheets and a light purple comforter sits in the middle of the room, some new clothes folded neatly on the edge of the bed. A walk-in closet sits to the left side of the room, and it looks to be fully stocked with a colorful array of shoes and clothes that still have their tags connected to the material. To the right is a large bathroom that smells like fresh roses and fragrant perfume, but youâre too stunned to walk in and see. The walls are painted in soft muted colors, and the lilac curtains drape loosely over the expansive back window. You almost cry when you see a sea of dark trees in the distance. They remind you of home.Â
   You miss Washington, you miss when you had a home, you miss having a familyâŠ
   âI bought you some clothes. Hopefully they fit alright. If not then I can get you more, but Iâm hopinâ you feel comfortable in them.â
   Your fingertips trace over the soft material of the various shades of t-shirts, hoodies, sweatpants, and shorts, your brain muted and fuzzy because thereâs not a gown or short dress in sight anywhere in the room. Thatâs all you wore back at the house, all you know how to wear. And the sight of comfortable, unrevealing clothes makes your eyes glossy with tears.Â
   You feel his weight shift behind you, but yet he still stands more than a foot back, not daring to touch you. You should thank him, get down on your knees and show him just how much you appreciate this, but you canât. Because the thought of that makes you want to throw yourself over the lavish wood railing of the staircase. Angela would be so disappointed in you.
   When you say nothing, he clears his throat and then you turn to face him. âYou must be starvinâ. Let me go fix you something. You like chicken?â
   Your jaw drops, and youâre stunned silent from the ask. Heâs asking if you like chicken?Â
   He gives you a minute to respond, but all you can squeak out is, âWhat?â
   âDo you like chicken?â His voice comes out softer, more tender. Why isnât he raising his voice? Why isnât he smacking you across the cheek for taking too long to answer him?Â
   âIâI⊠yes,â you finally whisper out, your eyes glued to the shine of his polished boots.Â
   âOkay then. Itâs settled. Iâll get something fixed up real quick. You can come down when youâre ready. Jusâ please, feel free to wear what you want. Find something comfortable, whatever it may be. All these clothes are yours now. I imagine you wanna get out of that dress youâre in.â His eyes flick down to your midnight blue dress for just a second, but he doesnât lock his eyes on your body. No. Thereâs a flash of something like hurt in his deep brown eyes.Â
   You tug his fancy black jacket further around you, letting its warmth wrap you tight to keep away the flashbacks of grabbing hands and torn shreds of material on the floor while your body was torn apartâŠ
   âHey.â His mellow voice breaks you away from the nightmarish thoughts. âYou okay?â A deep wrinkle furrows against his tanned forehead, and something like concern washes down his soft brown eyes.
   âMhm,â you hum, suddenly realizing youâre still wearing his jacket. You quickly shed it and try to hand it off to him, afraid heâd rip it from your body if you kept it on for too long.
   He presses a palm out to stop you and just shakes his head, a tousled curl escaping the gel in his slicked back sandy hair. âKeep it.âÂ
   Your outstretched arm falls to the side and so does the jacket to the floor. He pays no mind to it falling to the ground, not even flinching when it hits the plush carpet. Why didnât he scold you for dirtying up his things?
   âIâll be downstairs. Let me know if you need anything. Iâll let you have some space. And please, take your time.â He turns and walks out the door, letting it shut softly. And then youâre all alone, in a strange place thatâs now yours.Â
   Your eyes donât lift till heâs gone, a bad habit thatâs been ingrained into your very core. Youâre not supposed to look them in the eye, not unless they say. But Joel? He doesnât tell you to keep your eyes on the ground.Â
   Slowly casting your eyes away from the cream carpet, you find yourself at the edge of the bed again, your fingertips hovering over a pair of grey sweats and a navy t-shirt. Turning around to make sure the door is still closed, you quickly peel off the midnight blue dress thatâs tainted from dirty hands and prying eyes. You let it fall to the floor in a messy heap and throw on the large t-shirt and comfy sweatpants.Â
   Looking at your bare arms, you decide itâs not enough, so you find a dark grey jacket deep in the closet and zip it up to the very top, so no exposed skin or scars are left to be seen by his dark eyes. You still feel completely bare, even with a pair of long pants and a long sleeved jacket. But thatâs because in the last year, even if you did have actual clothes on, they were just torn away and ripped apart, and you have the scars to prove it.
   Carefully bending down and picking up the wadded up dress, you smooth it out and run your fingers over the sheer material, almost tempted to put it back on because thatâs what you should be wearing. Not some oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. You donât look presentable, not in these clothes. You should always dress to entertain the men, always have your hair perfect and your makeup just right, always have a smile on your face and say thank you for every single thing they do to youâŠ
   Your body starts to shake violently as you look up to find yourself standing in the reflection of the closest mirror, the mini dress held up to your body, fingers curling over the muddled memories of dinner parties that ended with you and other innocent girls face down on the table with your legs spread.
   Your bottom lip trembles as you look at the twenty-seven-year-old girl staring back in the mirror. You donât recognize her anymore. Stained blood red lips and long wavy curls, your eyeliner smudging, and the dark creases beneath your eyes telling you just how exhausted and battered your body is. Youâre wrecked. Completely and utterly shattered, torn to shreds. And you just donât know how youâll ever find yourself again. Because the girl you knew before is long gone. And now? Now you just feel⊠lost.Â
   The tears that pool in your eyes fall like raindrops that pelt the outside window, your body humming with anxious thoughts and a blur of emotions. And the dress burns like fire beneath your palms; every second you hold it brands another forgotten memory into your brain, and then you just crack like shattered glass.
   You tear the dress to shreds, taking out all your anger and resentment on the sheer material, pulling it apart till itâs only unrecognizable scraps on the floor. And you let your tears soak them, stain them just like every single one of those men did to your body. Even Angela.Â
   You hate them, you hate yourself, you hate the way they made you feel. Useless and disgusting, a piece of meat they could chew on whenever they pleased.Â
   You spend the next half hour crying over what you did, regretting ruining the dress, the one thing you couldâve kept with you, a fragile memory that you shouldâve held on to. But that wouldnât be healing to you. But at this rate, you donât think you ever will heal.
   You forget about dinner, forget where you even are. Joel had to come get you and lead you down to the kitchen. And yet, he still didnât touch you. Not even once. And you just donât understand why he wonât touch you. Not that you want to be touched. You donât. You just expect it now.Â
   When you finally make it to the kitchen, you decide on a black barstool and take your place there at the sleek kitchen island thatâs swirled in shiny white quartz. And when he sets a warm plate of chicken Alfredo noodles and a glass of cold water in front of you, you just stare with wide-eyes at the hot meal before you.Â
   The savory Alfredo dinner taunts you as it sits right in front of you, screaming at you to just take one bite. Your stomach churns and rumbles with the scent of a put together homemade meal. When was the last time you had one of those? Maybe two years ago.Â
   You keep your eyes peeled to the polished wooden floor, your fingers twisted tight against the sweatpants that hang loosely around your thighs. Your body is yelling at you to eat, but you canât make yourself move, canât do anything. You were never allowed carbs back at the house, wasnât even allowed to eat until the men were done. Angela once pulled your hair and pushed your face into the floor when you dared to take a bite before they were finished. And now you canât even get yourself to chance that again. Even if Joel never would, you feel as if Angela will come charging around the corner just waiting for you to make one wrong move.Â
   Youâre so very brokenâŠ
   âWhatâs wrong? Do you not like it? I can make you something else.â Joelâs voice is etched in concern, but you only have the strength to shake your head.Â
   âNo. Itâs fine. Itâsâitâs great. Itâs justâŠâ Your breath is shaky, just like your hands. And you canât seem to look up from the floor.Â
   Donât ever look them in the eyes. Youâre not in control. You have no power. You flinch at Angelaâs spiteful words. You wish you could just drown them out, forget everything she ever taught you.Â
   âYou havenât even touched your food, sweetheart.â A tear licks at the corner of your eye, but you donât dare let it fall.Â
   âIâuhh. IâŠâ Youâre pathetic. You canât even look him in the eye at the table. Not even when heâs standing across from you, staring at you with those soft brown eyes you know are boring into yours.Â
   âCan you look up for me, sweetheart?â The pain in his deep timbre cracks something inside you, and your eyes snap up to meet his. âThere ya go. Attagirl.â You wince at the word because it sounds like praise, and you donât deserve that at all. You deserve to be scolded.Â
   âWanna tell me why youâre not eating?â You choke on your voice when you see those soft brown honey eyes. Youâve never been looked at quite like that. Not with kindness or concern or anything genuine before. And it makes you want to cry.
   You take a deep, steady breath and pray you can muddle some coherent words out because youâre about to spill something very personal that youâre not quite ready to share. âBack at the house⊠they wouldnât let us eat until the men were done. Weâweâd get punished if we disobeyed.â You flinch at the painful memories but press on. âWe werenât allowed to eat carbs. And some days theyâd just starve us to teach us a lesson. I canât even remember the last time I had a decent mealâŠâ
   Joelâs fingers flex against the sink, his nails digging into the metal, his jaw clenched and something like pain and understanding lit up in his honey-colored eyes. He looks like he actually feels your pain, and you canât comprehend how heâd possibly know what that pain is like.Â
   He nods his head and darts his tongue along his bottom lip in response. âI uhhâJesus. Iâm sorry, sweetheart. Thatâs fuckinâ awful. I canât imagine how that mustâve been. But please, eat. Youâre allowed to eat anything you want now. You want sweets, sugar, greasy pizza? Then itâs yours. Youâre allowed to eat in peace here. Thereâs no rules in this house. I want you to be able to eat. So please, donât ever wait for me. You jusâ go on and enjoy.âÂ
   It takes you a couple of minutes to find enough courage to pick up the silver fork, but you do it. And that right there is a step in the right direction.Â
   The first bite slides down your throat slowly and when you swallow, itâs like a slice of heaven to your insides. You quickly take another, devouring the delicious noodles, letting the savory taste melt against your tastebuds, groaning silently at what a real meal should taste like. Itâs not cold soup or oatmeal or dry lettuce. Itâs actual food.Â
   You somehow forget Joel is watching, and it takes you two whole seconds until your cheeks are burning with embarrassment. Heâs looking straight at you, watching you enjoy from a safe distance, and you swear you see a small smile curled against his lips. He hasnât even touched his food. All he seems to care about is that youâre eating. And that makes you feel extremely guilty.
   You take a paper napkin and wipe the Alfredo sauce from your lips, letting the red lipstick smear across the napkin, suddenly fully aware you just ruined your makeup.Â
   Flashbacks of getting slapped across the face course through your body, making you sick to your stomach. Donât smear your makeup, filthy little slut. Go back to your room and make yourself presentable before our guests arrive. Another sharp smack stings your cheek, and you find yourself cradling your cheek like it just now happened to you.
   Panic blindly traces every inch of your body, anxiety creeping in as your heart palpitates at an alarming pace. You ate without Joel, you didnât wait, you ruined your makeup. Oh God, youâre in so much trouble. Safe. Youâre not safe. You need to run, you need toâŠ
   âSweetheart, whatâs wrong?â Joelâs concerned voice whips through your mind, and thatâs enough for you to drop your fork in alarm on the floor, your eyes wild with fright.Â
   Youâre not safe, youâre not safe, youâre not safe. Heâll hurt you. Run.
  You pull back the barstool and stand, your back tense and fingernails digging into the kitchen island. âWâWhy are you being nice to me? Why did you cook for me? Why arenât you starving me?!â
   His body tenses, just like yours, and his eyes swim with concern. âSweetheart, itâs okay. Itâs all gonna be jusâââ
   âWhy arenât you using me? Use me! Tell me to spread my legs, tell me to get on my knees, tell me Iâm worthless!â You scream, letting your voice echo around the clean kitchen, feeling as if your panic attack might take you out this time around.Â
   âNo.â His voice is careful, quiet, not at all stern.
   âNo?â you mewl, feeling the tears prick the back of your eyes.
   âNo,â he repeats, softer than before.
   Your hands shake, and you need to find something to hold to soothe your whirring anxiety. So you grab the glass thatâs half full of water. âUse me! Tell me Iâm nothing! Tell me I donât matter!â   Â
   He shakes his head slowly, his eyebrows knit together in rapt attention, eyes crinkling. âYou do matter. Donât for a second think that youâreââ
   âJust fucking use me!â You slam the glass to the floor, letting it shatter into tiny pieces just like your heart looks like. Broken and fractured. You fall to the floor, crying out when a piece slices through your palm, letting the pain serenade your insides, reminding you of all the times you saw red back at the house.Â
   The tears splash against your cheeks, falling to the floor like droplets from a waterfall. But you canât find the strength to let them stop. Youâve held them in for so long; thereâs no more room to keep them tucked away inside. Â
   Your eyes widen when you realize the mess you made. You broke his belonging, completely shattered it in pieces. He should have your fucking neck for this, and you cower just thinking of the beating he might give you. âOh my God. The glass. Fuck, the glass. Iâm so⊠sâsorry. I didnât mean to. I didnâtâŠâ You frantically try to pick the pieces up, but all you do is tear another cut open in the same palm. And now blood stains the dark wood. Fuck.Â
   Joelâs at your side in a second, kneeling beside you, trying to calm you down the best he can without alarming you. âShhh. Sâalright. Itâs fine. I donât care about the broken glass.â
   âBut I made a mess. I broke your belongings. And I should be punished. I shouldâŠâ Your voice fades off as the tears blur your vision, completely breaking you just like the scattered shards of glass that surround you.Â
   He shakes his head slowly and places his palm flat on the ground, so close but yet so far from brushing against you. âNo. Donât think for one minute you deserve that, sweet girl. Donât for one fuckinâ minute believe any of that. Sânot true. None of it is.â
   âButâbut I⊠No, IâI can fix this. I can clean this up, I canâŠâ Your words come out jumbled and muddled, and the panic still writhes high throughout your body, making you want to crawl out of your scarred skin.
   âSweetheart, shhh. Sâalright. I promise Iâm not here to harm you. Jusâ let me clean you up. Your hand. Jusââlet me help you. Please.â His voice is calm, collected, and you have a hard time looking up because you know those deep brown eyes will only make you cry harder.
   You feel his fingertips brush against your wrist, and you jolt back in panic, eyes wide with retaliation. âDonâtâdonât touch me,â you choke, whining as another piece of glass digs into your hand like a knife carving its way deep into your bones. It fucking hurts, but youâve taken worse. You can manage the pain.Â
   He lifts his arms in the air like heâs surrendering, showing you he means no harm. But your body doesnât know the difference anymore. All youâll ever know is how to continue to take the pain.Â
   âPlease. I promise I ainât gonna hurt you. Let me take care of your hand. Let me help you.â He draws out the last word, the syllables dragging like sweet honey across his tongue. And he sounds genuine like he really does want to help you.
   You have no more fight left in you, no energy to give. So all you do is nod your head and whisper out a defeated, âOkay.â
   âCâmere, sweetheart. Letâs get you up off the floor.â He scoops you up in his arms, cradling your head in the palm of his hand. He doesnât even care that youâre staining his white button-up red. If he does, he doesnât say anything about it.
   Your body revolts against his touch, but heâs so warm that you donât fight it. He smells like firewood and scented pine trees, and thatâs enough to keep you calm in his arms. You just nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and let your tears stain the dark stubble of his patchy beard.Â
   âThere ya go. Easy now. Youâre alright,â he coos gently, lulling you into a calm state.
   Youâre freezing cold, even underneath the layers of clothes that wrap like thick vines around your body. But somehow, the warmest thing right now is being in his arms...Â
   Youâre completely and utterly vulnerable but just for a second, you relax into his strong arms and breathe in the mahogany scent of him. The man that got you out before you completely shattered. For just this moment, you give in to what you really need. Warmth and safety.Â
   He feels safe.
   And for the next couple of minutes that it takes for him to get you across the house and up the stairs, you fade into his warmth, blocking out every single panicked and anxious thought. For just those few seconds, you breathe, letting the unruly voices in your mind die out.Â
   For just that minute, youâre safe.Â
   You come back to yourself the moment he sets you down on a white step stool, warily telling you to hold still, your palm open over the bathtub, blood running down the porcelain material, staining the walls with the crimson of your stupid mistakes.Â
   You did this. Your fault, all your fault. You should have never broken the glass, shouldâve never lashed out, but you did. And you guess this is how youâll always be now. A hollow body that just doesnât know how to live a normal life anymore.Â
   You wince as Joel drags the washcloth slowly over your open wound, tears swimming in your eyes the more he tries to assess it, searching for any pieces of glass that may be stuck deep in your hand. And you donât know why heâs doing this after you had a meltdown because he wouldnât make you pleasure him. What the fuck is wrong with you? Is this how your brain just operates now? After being stuck in that god awful house, this is what it does to you?Â
   You donât want to be used anymore. You donât even want to be fucking touched by a man ever again. So why did it hit a nerve after he refused to tell you that you were nothing?Â
   âOuch,â you whine, tensing as he washes the open wound with soap and water, apologizing each time he goes over the sore area.Â
   âMâsorry. Jusâ hold on, Iâm almost done. Good news is I donât see any glass in your cut. Sâgood. Means I can jusâ clean you up and wrap it for tonight. Might be sore for a couple days, but youâll be fine,â he assures you, working meticulously to fix you up.Â
   You flinch each time his calloused fingers brush against your hand, struggling to not push him away. You donât want to be touched by anyone, especially not by a man. But you canât shake how warm he felt when he was carrying you to your room. He wasnât mean, wasnât rough, wasnât even hostile. He was just⊠gentle. Just like heâs being now with each careful graze of his fingertips to your fragile skin.Â
   And even though ninety percent of you canât stand the thought of him being this close to you, you donât seem to hate him. Not even a little bit. Because whether you want to admit it or not, he saved you.Â
   You donât trust him, you donât trust anyone. He could turn on you in a second, show you his true colors. But again, he wouldâve already done that. Wouldnât he?
   âHow old are you, sweetheart?â he asks, carefully drying your cut with a clean towel.
   âTwenty-seven,â you whisper out, wincing once more from the pressure on your palm.
   âAnd your birthday? Whenâs that?â
   You watch his brown eyes flick up to yours, and your gaze drops immediately back to your lap. âJanuary 22nd.â
   He takes a minute before the next question comes, diligently wrapping your hand in a gauze padding. âHow long you been gone now? Do you know?â
   You chew on your bottom lip and hold back a tear, trying your best not to fall apart all over again. âA little over a year and a halfâŠâ you respond in a muffled tone. âI wouldnât have even known my birthday passed. But theyâthey were sure to remind me. Because I wasâI wasâŠâ you canât even finish your sentence without a tear slipping down your cheek, holding on for that sliver of sanity you have buried deep inside you.
   His brown eyes gloss over into a deeper shade of brown, and his eyebrows furrow in concern as he stops what heâs doing so he can put his full attention on you. You decide to finish your sentence, needing to get it out of your system. Hoping itâd be a way to forget as soon as the words left your tongue. âTheyâthey had me bent over a table the entire day while a vanilla cake with the numbers twenty-seven taunted me while they ate it in front of me. And then theyâ-theyâŠâ a sob chokes you up, and tears trail like rain down your face, landing on top of Joelâs hand that sits atop his knee.
   âHey, hey, hey. Sâalright, sweetheart. You donât have to talk âbout it if you donât want to. Iâmâfuck. Iâm so sorry you had to go through that. I jusâ canât imagine what sick fuck would do that to you or any girl at that. Iâm so sorry.â His deep voice is full of pity and heartache, and his chocolate eyes make you want to cry even more.
   You dip your head in anguish and sigh. âYeah, me either. Maybe I deserved it. Maybe IâŠâ
   He interrupts you, hovering his hand over yours like he wants to comfort you, but you flinch away at the notion. âShh. No, sweetheart. You never ever deserved any of that. Not in the least bit.â
   You scuff your bare feet against the tile floor, reaching for anything that might keep you from tipping past the breaking point, but youâre way over the edge. Youâre all the way at rock bottom.Â
   The searing question bubbles up again in your stomach. The one question youâve been dying to know ever since he called out that number. And you canât go another minute without knowing. âWhy did you do it?â
   âDo what?â he asks, an eyebrow arched in question.
   âWhy did you buy me? You couldâve left me with the blonde. You couldâve walked out empty handed.â Your voice is raised, but you keep your composure from sliding again, not wanting another broken glass incident.
   âI wasnât gonna do that,â he presses, his lips in a tight line, jaw ticking with a dark look in his eyes.
   âYou paid thousands of dollars for me. Why would you do that? Why didnât you justââ
   He stops you right there, a sad look blanketing his face. ââCause. My daughter, Sarah. She⊠she went through the same thing you did. And I couldnât fuckinâ stand by and watch the same thing happen to you.â
   Your lips part wide, and a gasp leaves your throat. His daughter was taken? âOh.â Thatâs all you can say for the moment. Youâre stunned in silence.
   Holy shit.
   You try to find one sliver of pretense, a glimmer in his eye that could prove heâs lying. But the way his face falls and his eyes drop to the floor in agony, like heâs in physical pain, you find no lie. Heâs telling the truth.
   âIs she stillâŠâ
   âYes,â he nods, eyes in a far off place. âSheâs alive.â
   âWhen did sheâŠâ
   He takes a deep breath and flexes his hand over the side of the tub, holding on to something solid while he gets into the thick of what happened to his daughter. âShe was taken young. She was only fifteen, taken right under my nose at the mall. She was just walkinâ to the bathroom. It took less than five minutes. And Iâfuck. If I wouldâve jusâ watched her walk in and stood outside the door. She wouldâve never been taken in the first placeâŠâ
   He drops his head in defeat, and you feel your eyes widen in shock. You donât know what rushes over you, but the way his soft brown eyes tear up make yours do the same thing. âJoel?â you choke out, tears stinging against your lash line. âIâmâreally sorry that happened. And as much as you might blame yourself, it wasnât your fault.â
   He looks up with teary eyes and a deep frown, nodding. âWish I could come to terms with that. But⊠she made it out. I found her and got her out. And thatâs what matters.â
   âHow old is she?â you ask quietly, your left hand brushing over your fresh bandage, careful not to tear the material.Â
   âSheâs twenty now. Livinâ down in Houston, startinâ her sophomore year of college, and workinâ as a part time vet tech at a clinic specializinâ in horses. She absolutely loves it,â he smiles, his eyes turning into a lighter brown the more he talks about how much sheâs grown over the years, leaving behind her trauma.
   âThatâs incredible. More than incredible. Justâwow,â you breathe out, your eyes casted down to the floor, wishing you could heal like that. But at this rate, you donât think youâll ever get over the immense trauma that occurred to your body and mind.
   He licks his bottom lip in thought, his eyes burning into yours. And you see it even out of the corner of your eye. Heâs concerned for you. âIt took her a long time to adjust back to a normal life. We had a rocky time there for âbout a year, but she got the help she needed. She was only gone a couple months, but that was more than enough time to give her PTSD and mentally scar her. But sheâs shining now, finally at a place where normal life isnât as scary as it used to be.â
   Another tear slips free and splashes to the floor, creating a tiny puddle of your shattered heart thatâs made of tears. âIâm so happy for her. Sarah sounds amazing.â
   âMmm, that she is. Iâm gonna give you her number. Think itâd be good for you to connect with someone whoâs been through something as traumatic as this.â
   Your mouth gapes open, and you tilt your chin up until you come face to face with him. And he looks⊠kind. He is kind. âBut I donât have a phone anymoreâŠâ
   âIâve already got one ordered and on the way for you.â
   âWhat?â you ask with wide eyes. He gives you a small smile that curls against his lips. And you nearly sob from the gentle way heâs looking at you. âYou didnât have to do that.â
   âYes, I did. And I have a therapist on speed dial. Her nameâs Tess. Sheâs the best of the best. If thereâs one therapist I trusted with Sarah then itâs her. Trust me, Sarah went through a lot of them, and Tess was the most helpful. And sheâs helped so many other girls, too. Not just Sarah.â
   Other girls? Did he help get other girls out? You have so many questions. âWhy are you doing all this for me?â
   ââCause I wanna help you,â he states simply, his thumb tapping against the side of the tub, eyes focused right on you.
   âBut why? Iâm⊠nothing,â you whisper, bottom lip quivering, afraid youâll break down in tears once again. And you most likely will. You feel it deep in your bones.
   He shakes his head in response. âSweetheart, no. Donât say that âbout yourself. Youâre not nothing. Youâre somebody, and you matter. Whether you believe it or not, you matter.â His words are definitive, final, but his voice is as soft as cotton candy.
   âI⊠matter?â you ask, voice shaky from the kaleidoscope of emotions that pummels through you.
   He nods, eyes alight and glittering under the bright bathroom lights, a soft smile curled on his lips. âDo you know what I saw when you were standinâ in the middle of that room tonight? I saw a young woman that was worth saving. I saw a light deep inside those pretty eyes of yours that was jusâ screaminâ for someone to hear you. I heard you. And I wasnât gonna jusâ leave you there to be preyed on by those starvinâ wolves. So I got you out.â
   Youâre breathless, lips parted in awe. âButâbut IâŠâ
   âLook. You may not be fine tomorrow or next week, but somedayâsomeday you will be. And Iâll try my damn near hardest to make sure you are. And if youâll let me, Iâll see that youâre kept safe. Whether you choose to leave next week or next month or in a year. I promise Iâll do what I can to make sure you feel safe and that you can learn to thrive in life again. Trust me when I say you will get there. Jusâ gotta take it one step at a time. Thatâs all you can do. One day at a time.â
   Tears pool in your eyes, soaking them up like the promise of his words. Iâll keep you safe. He wants you to stay, to heal, to thrive. Heâs trying to help you, and you just donât know what you did to deserve his help, but youâre eternally grateful. And even though youâre scared, maybe you donât have to be scared of him.
   After he puts away the gauze and the bathroom supplies he used to clean your hand with, he lets you get settled into bed. But before he walks out, he raps his knuckles on the doorway and clears his throat. âMy room is jusâ across the hall if you need anything. Iâll be up, so donât hesitate if you need something.â
   You nod your head, pulling the fluffy comforter up to your chin, too tired to give him a smile.
   He tilts his head and starts heading out the door, but before he can turn the doorknob all the way, you call out. âJoel?â
   âHmm?â he hums, turning his head, directing his full attention your way.
   âThank you,â you whisper, your eyes telling him everything that your words canât.
   He curls his lips into a half smile and nods. âDonât mention it, sweetheart.â And when he walks out and closes the door, you hear him say, âSleep tight.â
   You want to know more about how he found Sarah, what he meant when he said heâs helped other girls before, how he found you in the first place. But youâre tired. Youâre so fucking drained. Maybe tomorrow youâll find the strength to pull yourself together and ask but not tonight. Tonight you just want a full nightâs sleep. Something you havenât had since you were taken. So you close your eyes, focus on the soft patter of rain on the window, put all your anxious thoughts to the side and drift into the dark depths of a sea of blackness.Â
   And then you sleep.
   Hot pain shoots through your wrists like a jagged knife splitting you open, painting you scarlet. Dirty fingernails shred your skin, clawing you until you taste blood in the back of your throat. You canât speak, can only silently scream. A muted cry for help that no one else can hear but you. Chains fasten to your ankles, pulling your legs apart, grimy men surrounding you, suffocating you until you seep into the the blackest pit of despair.Â
   Trapped. Youâre held captive against your will, your body on full display, eyes wide with fright every time they snake their filthy hands around your throat, hot breath fanning against your core until you scream bloody murder over and over again.Â
   But no one comes; no one saves you from this pit of hell.Â
   Dead. You feel dead, and they just keep bringing you back from the grave with every touch they steal.Â
   You thrash against the sheets, screaming for help, tears staining the brand new comforter, but youâre still trapped in the horrific nightmare with the demons of your past torturing you way beyond the point of pain.
   âNo, no, no! Get off!â you cry as you feel a body dip into the side of the bed, drastically trying to escape whatâs to come. âStop, stop!â
   A voice. Deep, intense, wrecked sounds in your fuzzy mind, trying to grasp you out of your nightmare.
   âWake up. Wake up.â Itâs muddled, almost unrecognizable. But itâs insistent, a loud gong that spirals into your racing mind.
   âNo, no, let go!â you mewl, twisting violently in the sheets when you feel the mattress dip down further, spiraling your thoughts further.
   âSweetheart, wake up. Please. You have to wake up!â He shouts, stirring you from your nightmare, but the men reach for you, dragging you back under the thrashing waves, but you extend your arm, fighting the tossing sea, battling the teeth that gnash at you.Â
   âStop, let go!â Your flesh stings as they continue to tear you apart, dragging you down down down until that sweet Southern drawl that sounds like honey resonates throughout your mind, and the fog starts to clear just a little.Â
   âItâs me, Iâm right here. Open your eyes, please!â Deep. That thick baritone voice crashes through your mind, pulling you away from all the insufferable noises.
   Your eyes snap open, realizing youâre pounding your fists into his broad chest, barely making a dent because heâs that strong. And then your anxiety races, building horrific hallucinations in your mind. And you just keep throwing everything you have at Joel, tears spilling down your cheeks, your t-shirt drenched in a cold sweat.Â
   âThe men⊠TheyâtheyâŠâ You choke out a sob, continuously throwing your arms against his chest, taking everything you have bottled up inside you and spilling it all over Joel, showing just how bloodied and bruised you are from the traumatic events.Â
   The stage, the men, Angela, the blood, the torture, the misery, the deaths, the excruciating pain of it all. Itâs too fucking much, and you just want to die. Maybe then youâll be at peace, away from the weight of everything youâve kept resting on your shoulders. Like a rock weighing down on your chest, crushing you till youâre nothing but dust. You feel like dust. Faded, dirty, and useless.
   âSâalright, sweetheart. It was jusâ a nightmare. Youâre safe,â he soothes, his calming voice bubbling up and taking some of the anxiety off your weighted chest.Â
   âBut it was realâŠâ you choke out, your vision blurring with the salty water that forms in your eyes.Â
   A tear slips free, crashing down to his hand, smothering it in cold, icy liquid. But he doesnât flinch, doesnât even back away. He just stays sitting next to you, careful not to touch you or reach for you. Heâs just⊠there. And somehow thereâs comfort in that.Â
   He stares at you like a lost puppy, chocolate eyes melting, tears filling his own concerned eyes. And you keep hitting him, your hands growing tired from the balled up fists punching against his chest. And he just sits there and takes it, like it doesnât bother him one bit.
   âLet it out. Give me your pain. I can take it, sweetheart. You jusâ take it out on me. As long as you need. You want a punchinâ bag then let me be that for you. Whatever helps, you jusâ go on and let go,â he says softly, brows threaded together, big doe eyes consumed in pain. Itâs like heâs as wrecked as you are, and that makes you cry even harder.Â
   âJoelâŠâ you break, dropping your tired arms to the bed, curling your fingers into the soft comforter, trying to lose yourself in the soft rain that pelts the back of the window.Â
   Youâre so tired and drained and ruined. They ruined you, and you hate every single one of them for taking away everything. Your dignity, your pride, your body, your life, your mind. They took everything.
   âI know, sweet girl. I know. Shhh. Sâalright. Iâm right here. No oneâs gonna hurt you anymore. Not while Iâm here,â he whispers, his woodsy scent grounding you back to earth, calming you down just enough to focus on how soft his eyes are.
   Soft. Just like velvet. Heâs so soft.
   He just sits there patiently, waiting for your cries to die down, waiting to know youâre okay. But youâre not okay; you never will be okay. Youâre just a tree in a sea of thousands, but your branches are withered, leaves falling, and maybe youâll never bloom again.Â
   You focus on his soft brown eyes, the light tap of raindrops, your erratic breathing slowing to a normal pace. Youâre so tired. Tired of fighting the panic attacks, the flashbacks, the pain.
   Youâre just⊠tired.
   âYou gonna be alright, sweetheart? Think you can get back to sleep?â he asks thoughtfully, his voice warm like a fresh cup of coffee, his scent permeating around the room, keeping you from spiraling again.Â
   You take a deep breath and nod, pulling the comforter under your chin, trying to control the chill that runs down your spine. âI think so,â you say slowly, your voice still a little shaky.
   He tilts his head and scratches the back of his neck, a tight-lipped smile forming over his lips. âAlright, Iâll let you get back to sleep then. You come knock on my door if you need me.â
   When he pushes off your bed and pads over to the open door, he calls out and says, âGoodnight, sweetheart.â
   Panic consumes your mind just thinking of being alone again with your nightmares, your body trembling underneath the warm sheets. And before you know what youâre thinking, you stop Joel in his tracks. âJoel?â
   And just like before, he turns and arches a brow, questions reeling in his calm brown eyes. âHmm?â
   âCan you⊠would you mind staying with me? I just⊠I really donât want to be alone.â Your voice is shaky and nerves pull through your body, but for some reason his presence just gives off that impression of safety.Â
   You donât trust him yet, not really. But heâs got the softest aura swirling around him, and you just know he wonât hurt you. Heâs already proved that. Â
   Youâre safeâŠ
   He smiles, running a hand through his thick curls, his bicep flexing under the weight of the white t-shirt, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You mightâve thought he was handsome under different circumstances, if your brain wasnât ruined from trauma, but the only thing that seems to capture your attention is his soft brown eyes. The only kind ones that were in that auction room tonight.Â
   ââCourse I will, sweetheart. Whatever makes you feel safe,â he says, walking over and sinking down into the champagne colored saucer chair by the open door, eyes locked on you.Â
   You mold yourself to the cool mattress, the sheets wrapping loosely around your legs. You stare at him for a couple of minutes, using his woody scent to calm you down. He reminds you of Washington, of your favorite pine trees. He smells like home, when you had one. Tears line your lids, but you close your eyes and get lost in the rain, until your breathing is shallow and slow. And then youâre out like a light.
   He keeps his eyes fixed on you, watching for any signs that you may be in distress. Every whimper and strangle against the sheets makes him jump up, ready to take you from your vicious nightmares, but they donât come. Not like the one that had you screaming bloody murder, tears staining your pretty eyes.Â
   Scared. Youâre so very scared, fragile. Just like the glass that ripped you open, staining his white button-up crimson. He hates that thatâs how they made you feel. Afraid of men, to be broken again. They took it all from you and he fucking hates them for it.Â
   They hurt you, ruined you. It makes him sick to his stomach, makes him want to hunt down every single man who put their filthy hands on your sacred body. Heâd chop their hands off so they could never touch you again, take a gun and end their pathetic lives. Thatâs what he did with Sarahâs kidnappers, when he found out who took his precious daughter. And heâd do it for you too. In fact, heâd search the whole goddamn map to wring the necks of any man who even thought of putting their filthy paws on you.
   Heâs not against violence, not when he spends half his time working to take down auctioneers and human traffickers. And the blonde man that tried to violate you tonight would be the first to go. That one heâll take down himself.Â
   He stays up the entire night, never letting his eyes close, afraid youâd start drowning again. But he wonât let you slip beneath the rocky waves; heâll keep your head above water, pull you out, do his very best to make you feel safe.
   Safe. Youâre safe here with him. And even if you donât trust him yet, you will. Heâll make sure of it. He saw the absolute terror in your eyes on that stage, and he just couldnât leave you with the venomous snakes in that house. You have a long road ahead of healing, but heâll be there to help you through it.Â
   A beautiful girl like you deserves a second chance at life, and heâll give it to you. Pretty flowers donât deserve to wilt. They deserve to thrive.Â
   And you will.Â
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Yan!Husband Alexander the Great pretty please? đ„č
â đ â lady l: here! I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! â€ïž
âtw: possessive behavior, mention of death and toxic relationships.
âđpairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.
Alexander had no thoughts of getting married anytime soon or, according to some sources, getting married at all. The rumors were always varied, some said he didn't want a wife and others went as far as saying he wasn't attracted to women.
This continued for some time until he met you and decided he would take you as his wife. Alexander found himself enchanted by the way you spoke, your smile and the look you had. He knew he would have to become your husband and so he did.
Although his generals were surprised and some even worried about his choice of bride, Alexander was resolute. He fell in love with strength and with an intensity that few could resist, making a point of showing his power and determination.
Alexander's marriage to you was a grand event, worthy of a King who conquered vast territories and accumulated immense power. The ceremony was held with all the pomp and circumstance expected from an event of such magnitude. Alexander wanted the world to know the importance of this union.
The preparation for the wedding was meticulous. From the luxurious costumes, decorated with embroidery and precious stones, to the sumptuous banquet that would be served to the guests. Everything was handpicked to reflect Alexander's greatness and the respect and love he felt for you.
As you exchanged your vows, Alexander spoke with a passion that touched everyone present. He has promised to love, protect, and honor you no matter what adversity may arise. His generals, although still surprised, could not help but feel the impact of that devotion. Any doubts regarding the choice of the bride were put to rest at that moment.
Alexander proved to be a very understanding husband, although authoritarian and possessive. He doesn't like being contradicted and, although he will listen to your opinions and desires, he is unlikely to change his mind when he gets one in his head. But with the right persuasion, he will do what you want.
He will spoil you without scruple, all the best to his Queen. Although, in the beginning at least, Alexander tends to maintain a more spartan style, the same will not apply to you. You will be showered in jewels, the richest fabrics, servants and anything else you could desire. You will have whatever booty you want.
Alexander is extremely possessive and this is very evident in the way he acts around you. He's always close to you when you're together in public, the way he places his hands on your waist, a dark look at anyone who looks at you for too long. He will not tolerate potential rivals in any way.
Quality moments with him are limited to reading, riding horses, bathing together and just exchanging caresses. Alexander, although he won't admit it, enjoys being spoiled by you and will happily accept any kind of affection you are willing to give him. And he will be happy to offer the same. And massages, he loves massaging you.
Alexander is also protective, although not overly so. He will make sure that you always have an escort wherever you go and that you are always fed and happy.
Even if he takes other wives in the future for political reasons, you will always be his favorite and his first. He will always be sure to remind you that you are the one who has his heart.
If anything were to happen to you, no matter how small, all hell would break loose. Alexander can become extremely violent and cruel when necessary and he will have no qualms about killing, maiming, or torturing anyone who poses a threat to you. He will destroy cities for you, kill the men and enslave their inhabitants. All for you.
Alexander's love for you, his wife, has become legendary. He is deeply devoted to you and will do anything you ask. You hold a great deal of power over him, one that he is only too happy to allow. After all, he is as much yours as you are his.
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Family - Jude Bellingham
WARNINGS:fluffđ„čđ„č
SUMMARY: Rainy days without commitments bring reflections on the futureâŠ
AUTHORâS NOTE: LOVE THISđđ
The rain drummed relentlessly against the window of your living room, yet its steady rhythm seemed to fill the silence between the two of you, even though there were no words left to say. You cherished these kinds of days: nothing pressing to do and no demands on your time.
Nestled together on the large sofa, simply enjoying each other's company felt like the perfect choice.Jude's arm was draped around your shoulders, pulling you close against his side. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His free hand traced gentle patterns on your arm, sending little shivers of warmth through your body.
You shifted slightly, turning to face Jude more directly, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.
"What do you think our life will be like in ten years?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Jude's eyes softened as he gazed down at you. "I hope it's a lot like this. Just you and me, happy and in love, maybe with a couple of kids running around."
Just the thought gives you butterflies in your stomach. You had never talked about having a family with Jude, even if you wanted to. You didn't want to pressure him obviously, but becoming a mother was one of your biggest dreams, if not the biggest. .Just thinking about how Jude would be a good father made you want to have a baby now.
"Do you want children? How many?" You ask curiously, the excitement can be felt in your gaze.
"I'd like to have at least two, but I've always wanted a big family, you know?" You can tell his mind is trying to imagine the future.
"Why do you ask me that?" You can almost see a smirk he tries to hide, you giggle slightly and hold him tighter.
âI don't know. But you're making me want to have a kid now.â He looks relaxed, not upset by your statement or anything. You can even tell he looks pretty proud.
"With me?" He says with a smirk on his lips.
"With who if not you?" You say, laughing at his somewhat stupid question.
âWe can work on it ,if you want.âÂ
You thought he was joking, but he had a serious look on his face.
"Are you serious?â
"Why shouldn't I be? Or do you want to get married first?"
You laughed softly, the sound mingling with the rhythm of the rain. âI donât know, I just thought youâd want to do things in the traditional order.â
Judeâs gaze softened further, his fingers tracing the outline of your face. âI want to do things in our order. If you want a baby now, letâs have a baby now. If you want to get married first, letâs plan a wedding. Whatever makes you happy.â
You felt a bit of excitement, youâve been together with Jude for a few years now and youâre now so happy that he wants to have a family with you. âLetâs start with the baby,â you whispered, your voice trembling with a hint of nervousness.
He pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your forehead.You can feel and imagine his mischievous smirk. âA baby it is, thenâ
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àšă»âïčâŠïč Kinktober Day 24ïčâŠïčâă»à§
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Geto Suguru x F!Reader -> Size Kink
Summary: After returning from your trip, you found out your boyfriend is not okay. Maybe a vacation (To Venice) ;) would help. (Mentions of Deppressed!Suguru, angst, breakdowns, toothrotting fluff and comfort, Satoru being a wonderful best friend, Suguru healing) â€ïžâđ©č Basically hurt-comfort with size!kink đ
Warnings: Angst, breakdowns, Suguruâs deranged and suc!dal and has murderUrges, Reader (us) comfort him and pull him out from it. Mentions of readerâs breakdowns, cus I meanâ đ€·đ»ââïž Look at him!!?? Nipple-play, breeding, softsex, sensual, FLUFFY AND NICE AND SUGURUâs so Spoiling towards us itâs just đ
A/N: Guys I had sm fun đ„čđ”âđ«đ©” writing this I swear!! Hurt-comfort is like my favorite thing in the whole wide world <33 I love to characterize Suguru & to play around with his character. *Screeches and screams* đšđŠ I made him yummy thank me later xx Also can we look at the images of him above đ„” size kink BRRRR
"If you really think, you can do everything, take everything in, save people, and somehow save yourself along with the deceitful thinking that you will protect me. Then you're wrong!" Tears welled up in your eyes, the pain clearly imminent in Suguru's eyes. He looked dead inside, and no mourning was soothing your ache for your older Suguru. You just, missed him beyond beliefs⊠even when he was right beside you. You hoped he would response to your cry of pain, your bleeding words, but he didn't have it in him anymore. Suguru had almost, given up on himself.
Your hands found themselves clasping onto his collar, pulling him closer to you. "Suguru, look at me, I am telling you something. Can't you fucking see how much it hurts!" You screamed, losing your calm, your temper. It felt ironical to complain to him about how much it's hurting you. You can see he's got it worse; the nights full of terrors and the days full of decaying cursed spirits. You were an empath for your lover, and it was clear staying near him was subjecting you to everything he felt. He doesn't want to see you this way, desperate and hurtingâŠ
"I'm sorry, Angel." Suguru sighed, wrecked with the way you burst into tears and hugged him. Voice choking onto sobs as you earnestly tried clutching onto him for dear life. "Sugu, come back to me please come backâŠ" You cried, wailed and eventually dropped onto your knees. The incomprehensible feeling, the heaviness of the things Suguru was going through was making you breathless.
Suguru's heart was only breaking further apart, watching you slowly scrape away in front of him. "I want to kill myself." He finally spoke up, "No, truth is, I want to kill everyone."
This was the first time Suguru was opening up, and no matter how brutal it sounded, his eyes were still kind. Maybe because it was you, in front of him. "You are a sorcerer, too, I shouldn't say this to you, but I hate those monkeys." He radiates pessimism and negativity through him. Yet, you smile a little.
"Come with me, go away with me." You held his hands, squeezing them tightly as if you were grateful they're not cold. You truly were. They were warm, they were still your Suguru's hands.
"Please, Suguru, let's go away for some time." You urged, and he knelt with you, hugging you tightly, not caring about the whimper that escapes you because of his firm grip.
"Running away, won't solve anything." He echoed, and you felt your stomach sink. Soft sniffles echoing in the room as you shook your head like a tantrum-y child. "No, we will solve everything. You and I, we can solve everything. No matter what it is." You cupped his face, becoming stronger for him. "It's okay to feel like this Suguru, it's okay. I'm here." You nudge, watching his eyes showing signs of at least, some life in them. "Can you, not give up?" You meant on himself, you meant on everything.
To make sure, he understands⊠you hummed again, "makes me feel like, I'm being abandoned."
Suguru blinked at that, letting your words settle deep within. "Makes me feel like, I'm not even worth fighting for." You looked down, not having the guts to say this to him while making eye-contact. "Please, let's elope somewhere Sugu." You crooned, babying him almost. "I will follow you to the ends of the earth anyway, even if your path is changed." You hum, and with the way your pupils fixated on your hands intertwined, Suguru knows you mean it.
"Okay, maybe⊠I do need a little get away." Suguru smiled tenderly, partial charm returning to his eyes.
Oh it felt like rain in famine, "Good, thank you, I love you."
"I love you too, my Angel."
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The next thing was you booking tickets to go to Europe. You urged Satoru and Yaga to not assign any more missions for Suguru. It was hard, you and Suguru were both powerful special grade sorcerers; but hey- you both had Satoru to rely on. "I told you the moment he lost weight, he wasn't doing okay." Satoru scoffed, rolling his eyes, tapping at his feet impatiently in the café you decided to meet him in. "What the fuck is up with being the one to hide things?" Satoru was pissed, why would his best friend not communicate? "Makes him feel less of a man?" You chuckle at that, you knew Satoru loved him almost as much as you did.
"I've persuaded him to go on a trip with me."
"You did?" Satoru was⊠amazed. These days, Suguru wasn't even joining in for any normal outings. Wasn't going out of his house for weeks, wasn't even meeting you. Things worsened when you left to Korea for a mission longer than 3 weeks. You had to stay there for some Jujutsu School Collaboration initiative. That's when Suguru was off his leash, truly at his worst. Taking missions more than he should, succumbing to the darkness of his mind and the curses.
"Just, want you to handle things while we're gone." You sipped onto the iced frappe you've ordered. Meanwhile Satoru ate a mochi, seemingly absent-minded and bored. "You don't have to worry about that, you know I'd do that in a heartbeat for him." He bratted, raising a brow at you. "And youâŠ"
You smiled at that, nodding gently. It felt good to have the 'Strongest' so whipped for your boyfriend, and platonically you, as well.
The higher-ups posed a threat, as always. 'Why is Suguru Geto not on missions?' ; 'Did he get off the job of a Sorcerer?' especially the cunt-faced Principal of Kyoto. You and Satoru personally paid him a disrespectful visit at his school. Nothing he can complain against, wouldn't sit well to anger two special grades, will it? Despite showing that the Sorcerer world is only filled with people who are willing to take on the role- example: Nanami switching from corporate jobs to a sorcerer job⊠it was still, at the end, a disgusting, foul powerplay hidden beneath shackles of rules. If you are a special grade sorcerer, they'd do anything to hold on to you. Even blackmails are not far off the list. Emotionally drainingâŠ
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"I have booked us a flight to Venice, baby." You sat cross legged on the swing chair Suguru's house has, fondling with your iPad and searching for hotel venues.
"Venice huh." Suguru was still numbed, but at least, not he couldn't avoid you because practically you lived with him now. "Yeah, we can go to Switzerland, and also wherever you want. I hear Germany this time of the year is beautiful." You croaked excitedly, swaying your legs as he walked towards you, sitting on the chair in front of you. "Satoru told me you and I are on a vacation for months." He came directly on the point. "The trip isn't that long, is it?" He manspreaded, raising a brow.
You gulped, smiling softly, the last thing you need is him feeling 'weak'. You had to approach this carefully. "Suguru, I think you and I have done enough missions for a while. I want us to spend some time together, to ourselves." You added some degree of truth, "Also, I don't want you to keep eating curses and letting them eat you from the inside and I don't want to lose the person I love the most in my fucking life." With the way you affirmatively snapped, there was no way, Suguru would battle against it. A soft nod was all you got as a response.
"Alright, I will handle the packing. Don't want you screeching like a wild animal when you discover you forgot your charger." He leaned in, giving you a chaste peck & you giggled. "Of course."
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The packing, the preparations, the dressing up and going to the Airport, the flight where you slept leaned against his shoulder. All went by in a tender haze of beautiful memories. Inflicted and infected by his sadness, still. Though you wouldn't mind. You're ready to accept him rotten if needed.
When you two reached Venice, the Victorian style hotel with the boats and the beautiful lakes was in fact, refreshing for him; and you. You knew it because Suguru had stopped going to your shared balcony of the house, now here he was, standing there, observing the people. The couples giggling and kissing each other, the boat rowers singing in their native Italian language, the streets with so much hustle and bustle⊠yet calming. You hugged him from behind, breathing in his scent. "Like it?"
"Love it, my beautiful baby." He crooned back, turning towards you and pulling you closer to him by your hips. "I love you." He chanted, almost in a way that he used to when he first asked you out. These past few months were hard and rough, but if you were able to have him back, even infinitely slowly⊠you'd dedicate it to eradicating all his sadness.
"If you want, I can dress very Lana Del Rey today and we could make steamy love." You giggled, leaning in and kissing him softly. Suguru and you⊠yeah, haven't made love in a while. You'd never push him when he isn't feeling it, and naturally, someone who's suffering so much would have it at the last thing on his mind.
"You're right, how disappointing of me⊠I don't remember the last time I treated you, I worshipped you." He thought out loud, and you pouted. "It's okay Suguru, don't think about it like that. Think about how you're gonna make it up to me." You stuck your tongue out, giggling.
It's the way he looks at you, like he's starving and you're delectable. It's the way his eyes are loud enough with their projection of love that it quiets the world down for you. It's the way Suguru Geto breathes, that makes you love him so much you'd break.
Right now, he's doing the same thing⊠being himself. Hands wandering to your sides and helping you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked towards the shared bedroom of the hotel. Leaning in and kissing you passionately, shoving his tongue just to show how much he's been deeply yearning. Admiration coated in every action. "So lucked out that I have you." He smiled to himself, kissing your forehead deeply once you were nestled into the succumbing softness of the mattress.
"Same," you grin back, watching him undress you with his eyes first, and then his hands followed. You mimicked the same movements.
"I can't handle the fucking hotness!" You whined, once he was left in his pants, upper body naked for you to devour. Suguru chuckled, heat rushing through his cheeks and core as he cupped your face, kissing you once again.
The thing about you and him is, Suguru is big. He's built like a bulky man. Stretched to 6'3'', broad shoulders that'd hold two of you, hands big enough you miss almost an inch if you were to compare his with yours. Yeah, Suguru was big and you were tiny. Something that only aided to you being subbier and smaller to him. Letting him manhandle and take all the control that he wants to.
"Who do you belong to, darling?" He cooed, watching you instantly answer. "You, forever and always."
It warms his heart when he hears that, spreading your damp pussy lips with his fingers and thrusting a finger into you. It's been⊠long. He knows it with the way you're clamping for dear life, just on his digit. "Sh-i-t," You croak out, while Suguru hushed you with a soft kiss, slowly moving his finger in and out of your pussy. Once he felt you had accepted his finger's girth, he inserted another one.
"AH god-" You whined, mewling at the delicious stretch of his thick and long fingers being coated with your essence. "You want to make sweet love and you're so worked up with the fingers alone." He chuckled to himself, stretching you out so good, curling them against the familiar sensitive spot.
Your back arched, the way your pussy clamped as if she was a slave to his hands and cock.
"Oh she's close." He cooed, "Go on, cum for me then I can ruin you with me." He kissed your pelvis, holding it down as your orgasm raked through you, approaching fiercely and shuddering your body against him as waves of pleasure took over you. "Good girl. Good little girl." Suguru praised, riding it out for you. Once the orgasm's high settled, Suguru took out his fingers and suckled onto them, eyes never leaving yours.
"Want you, so bad!" You gasped out, pulling him closer to you by wrapping your legs around him, feeling the imprint of his cock into you. "Alright alright, impatient little girl." He smirks, pushing the tip of his pre-leaking cock into you in one swift stroke. Mean, Suguru Geto is mean sometimes⊠especially when he wants you to be scream at the stretch only he can give you. No one else, he wants your pussy to know only how he feels. Damn he's big, and when he pushes himself balls deep, your pussy is strained beyond its limit. "Shit- s- so big Sugu." You whimper out, tearing up at the ache.
"Ssh, it's okay darling. I'm still. Adjust to me, go on." Suguru patiently waits, kissing your face all over, leaning in and kissing your breasts, suckling onto your nipples while you clamped and waited for the pain to settle in.
"Move, pleaseâŠ" You glance at him now, doe-eyed and insatiable.
"Of course, took you some time to adjust to me huh? Tiny little baby." He smiles, thrusting into you without relent. Your womb stops him from going in any further, your insides torn apart deliciously at the feeling of being ploughed by him. "Oh- G- oh God," words fail you, the air choked out of your lungs with how good it hurts, with how pleasureful it feels.
Suguru's hand laced around your pelvis, pressing on it gently. "Got you," He smirks cockily, holding your hand and keeping it on your pelvis, enveloped by his own as he pressed.
A shrill scream filled the room, "Oh you can sense it, can't you sweetheart? Sense how deep I reach?" You moan at the pressure, pushing you closer and closer to the edge as you hopelessly nodded. Gasping and choking on air. "God yes, Sugu- AH please- oh my- g'nna," You whimpered, while Suguru was at a rhythmic pace now. Sometimes pulling all the way out and pushing back all the way in. He loved seeing you walk the rope between pleasure and pain.
"Good girl, with the way you're holding onto me, I can sense you're close." Suguru hummed, grounding you with his kisses, his spoiled little praises.
"Go on, show me how much you missed me."
"Just like (thrust) I (thrust) missed (thrust) this (thrust) pussy-" Suguru toppled off the edge right with you, painting your insides white with his warmth. "Oh god- fuck-"
You shudder, spasming around his cock and milking him further.
"That's it, I got you. I got you." Suguru reminded, leaning in and kissing you softly, tenderly, as if you'd break if he were to touch you wrong.
"I missed you, I missed this." He mused to himself, blushing a little at the sight of you fucked out and half-lidded. You nodded, still taking ragged breaths. "I love you"
"I love you too, Angel."
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hi! i really adore each memberâs dynamic with luna 𫶠can i request for a chapter where the groupâs over protectiveness comes to action when it comes to luna? it can be any member you prefer. thank you!
(pls keep on writing i really love ur blog đ€)
᥎êȘ« â All EYES ON HER: SEVENTEENâS ULTIMATE PROTECTIVE MOMENTS àŁȘ ! Ë à±šà§ àŁȘË âââ now playingâŠ
synopsis: A compilation on the countless times the members have fiercely protected Luna, proving that anyone who messes with her has an entire team to answer to.
hello!! I apologize for taking so long with this request, it took a long time for me to get to it but finally, itâs here now. you didnât specify what kind I should do, so I decided on a youtube compilation instead, I hope you donât mind! happy reading, my loves đ€đ
ⰠౚৠLUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST Ⱐౚৠyoutube compilations
[added captions are in brackets] ᥣđ©
bold dialogues are spoken in english ᥣđ©
indented italics are additional voice overs ᥣđ©
Ah yes, folks, welcome to this episode of âHow SEVENTEEN is Basically Lunaâs Private Army at This Point.â
I mean, if you didnât already know, our girl Luna isnât just the 14th member of SEVENTEENâ no, no, sheâs also the epitome of princess treatment.
Miss thing, is protected by her 13 bodyguards⊠I mean, bandmates.
I cannot stress this enough⊠the amount of times these guys circle around her like sheâs made of glass is honestly a whole genre of content at this point.
Youâd think they signed a secret contract that says, âThou shalt not let Luna so much as trip on a pebble or breathe near a stalker without at least five of us nose-diving in front of her.â
Iâm starting to think they all have a group chat where their one goal is: âKeep Luna safe. At all costs.â I mean, the devotion is real, people.
Anyway, buckle up because weâre diving into SEVENTEENâs ultimate protective moments over the years. From stage accidents to creepy fan encountersâ these boys do it all. *swoons*
So grab your popcorn, maybe a tissue, and get ready to witness Luna being treated like the literal K-pop princess that she is.
LUNAâS AIRPORT SASAENG INCIDENT
I feel like this video itself just shows you how much the members are super protective of Luna.
On a side note, yâall weirdos really need to leave them the fuck alone
The airport was abuzz with the usual energy that seemed to follow SEVENTEEN everywhere they went. Fans had gathered on the other side of the barricades, screaming, phones flashing, as they tried to capture every moment of the membersâ journey to the gate.
It was earlyâ too early for most of the members to be anything but a little groggy. They had a long flight ahead to Seattle for their âBe the Sunâ tour concert, and it showed in the occasional yawn, tired smiles, and slow movements as they waited in line to enter their gate.
Luna stood in the middle of the line, nestled between Wonwoo, who was in front of her, and Seungcheol, who lingered protectively behind.
[In just a few seconds you guys would see how Choi Seungcheol became my bias]
[on a side note⊠look how hot he looks đ© DADDY!]
Luna was chatting quietly with Wonwoo about the new show she was watching late last night, her voice calm as she ran through the reason why she got zero sleep.
Everything felt routine.
The members bowed and waved occasionally to the fans and cameras across the barricades, but it was all in the usual ebb and flow of their lives on tour. There was nothing unusual about the morning, just the soft hum of their conversations and the distant screams of their loyal Carats.
[I love how they still try their best to greet Carats despite being so tired đ„č]
And then it happened.
In the middle of her sentence, Luna was cut off by the sound of a manâs voiceâ a deep, rough yell from somewhere beyond the barricade. He was shouting her name, which wasnât entirely strange. Fans often called out to her, but there was something different in the way this man shouted. It wasnât the excited, breathless tone of a fan. It was urgent, desperate, and far too aggressive.
[guys Iâm being so fr rn, this clip till this day pisses me the fuck off]
Before Luna or anyone else could process what was happening, there was a sudden movement from their side.
Out of nowhere, the man broke past security and somehow made it too close, far closer than any fan shouldâve been allowed. He wasnât behind the barricades anymoreâ he was there, within armâs reach of the members.
[LOOK AT THIS FUCKING BUM]
[If I see him istg itâs on sight]
[I didnât bother blurring his face cause⊠why should I?!]
The air around them shifted, the fans behind the barricades screaming in shock, but it was too late. Luna didnât have time to turn and see him before she felt it.
A tight grip suddenly clamped down on her right arm.
It was jarring, a harsh pull that yanked her back, shocking her out of the moment. The manâ eyes wild and franticâ was tugging her towards him, shouting about how much he loved her. âLuna, Jiyeon-ah! You donât understand, I love you! Iâm in love with you! I need you to know! Iâm obsessed with you!â
[yeah we can tell, loser]
Lunaâs breath hitched in her throat. The world around her blurred as the fans screamed louder, their voices tinged with panic. For a split second, her brain froze, and she couldnât fully process what was happening. The manâs hand was too tight, too rough, and before she could pull away, she felt herself being dragged towards him.
[look at her face, motherfucker! look at how scared she looks]
[TWICE HER SIZE AND HE FUCKING YANKS HER]
But then, in an instant, everything shifted again.
Before Luna could even react, she felt a firm grip around her waistâ a strong, grounding force pulling her back from the manâs grasp.
[ITâS THE SPEED!! IT WAS THE WAY HE REACTED!!]
[CHEOLIEâS REFLEXES ARE NEXT LEVEL]
[đ« đ« đ« ]
Seungcheol, who had been just behind her, moved like a flash, his expression steely as his arm looped securely around her. His fingers pressed tightly against her waist, holding her in place, but his other hand wasnât idle. With a swift, practiced motion, Seungcheol reached out and grabbed the manâs arm, yanking it away from Luna with more strength than the man had anticipated.
âLet go.â Seungcheolâs voice was firm, sharp with authority but calm, almost dangerously calm, as he shoved the manâs hand off her with little effort.
[GOODBYE WORLD]
[Iâ no words⊠there are no words]
[Honestly, if I were that sasaeng, Iâd just tell my heart to stop right then and there]
[Choi Seungcheol is scary wbk]
At the same time, Wonwoo had spun around, his eyes dark with alarm. His hand immediately found Lunaâs, grasping her left hand firmly as he pulled her back to safety, away from the chaos. The sudden switch from casual conversation to this whirlwind of confusion sent a surge of adrenaline through him. His usually stoic face was a mixture of concern and anger as he held Lunaâs hand tighter, making sure she wasnât being pulled any further.
[brb Iâm gonna cry]
[Wonwoo was holding onto her for dear life]
The sasaeng stumbled backward as Seungcheol released him, but it wasnât over yet.
The moment Seungcheol tore the manâs hand off Lunaâs arm, the rest of the members immediately closed in, surrounding her like a protective shield.
[They look so worried đ„ș]
[Jiyeon is so loved]
Security finally rushed in, grabbing the man and pulling him away from the members, the fans still screaming in horror and disbelief at what had just unfolded.
[Also what took yâall so fucking long đ ]
Seungcheol barely had time to check her well-being before he was pushed back into action, taking control of the situation as the leader.
As the fans continued to scream in both shock and confusion, Jeonghan was by Lunaâs side in an instant, his face painted with worry. His hand hovered near her shoulder as he looked her over, asking softly, âAre you okay?â before Mingyu stepped up beside him, eyes scanning her for any sign of distress.
âIâm okay,â Luna nodded as she shook caressed the now red flesh of her right arm.
[MY PRONOUNS ARE J.E.O.N.G.N.A RAHHHH]
The members formed a tight circle around her, creating a barrier between Luna and the crowd as they took turns asking her if she was alright. Jeonghan, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Dino, Wonwoo, and Dokyeom stood close, their faces unusually serious, while Minghao, Joshua, and Vernon kept a vigilant eye on the situation, making sure no one else could get close. Even Woozi, Jun, and Hoshi, who had been half-asleep just moments ago, were now alert and focused, standing protectively near her.
[they baracaded her real fast]
[THIS IS HOW THE SECRET SERVICE REACTS WHEN THERE IS A THREAT TO THE FUCKING PRESIDENT]
[WE LOVE TO SEE IT]
Luna, is still in shock. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened. The touch of the manâs rough hand still lingered on her skin, but the warmth and safety of her members anchored her in the present, pulling her out of the chaos and fear.
Meanwhile, off to the side, fans caught a glimpse of Seungcheol in full leader mode, visibly angry as he appeared to scold their security team.
[HE IS SO FUCKING HOT FOR THIS đ„”]
[THISđ MAN đ DOESNâT đ PLAY đ WHEN đ IT đ COMES đ TO đ HIS đ MEMBERS]
Seungcheolâs body language was sharp and commanding, hands gesturing firmly as he instructed them on how to handle the situation. No one could hear exactly what he was saying, but it was clear from his tone and expression that he was furious. His jaw clenched, his eyes steely, he pointed toward the barricades and the area where the man had broken through, making sure there would be no more mistakes.
[blah, blah, blah, proper name, place nameâŠ]
[What Iâd give to hear what heâs saying rn]
Fans watching from the other side couldnât help but be struck by how protective and authoritative he was, silently appreciating the way SEVENTEEN took care of their own.
Once all that was taken care of, Seungcheol finally turned back and glanced down at Luna, his voice now softer but still firm. âYou okay?â His eyes scanned her for any signs of distress or injury as he gently caressed her arm, his brows furrowed with concern.
[WHERE DO YOU GET A MAN LIKE THIS?!]
[Iâm in love with him itâs not funny anymore đ]
Luna nodded slowly, though her heart was still racing. âIâm okay, Cheolie⊠thank you,â she managed to whisper, her voice shaky but steadying.
âThank you, Wonwoo oppa,â Luna turned to the man next to her who gave her a silent not, clearly still disturbed.
But Seungcheol wasnât fully convinced she was fine⊠none of the members did. They could tell from how she twisted the rings on her fingers.
Seungcheol placed his arm around her shoulders, keeping her close as they moved forward, ensuring she was safe and that the man was well out of reach. Meanwhile, the rest of the members hovered around her. Jeonghan was beside her, now holding her hand, his grip tight and his presence still solid and reassuring.
[HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE JEONGNA]
[the way Cheol and Han kept holding her till they entered their gate đ„č]
The fans, who had just witnessed the entire event, were still in a state of shock, but now their screams had shifted. Instead of panic, there were chants of Lunaâs name, filled with concern and admiration for how the members especially Seungcheol and Wonwoo had handled the situation.
It was only then, as the adrenaline began to fade, that Luna realized just how much she had been relying on them. Without them, without their quick thinking and protective instincts, she didnât want to think about what couldâve happened.
âFEARâ WARDROBE MALFUNCTION IN JAPAN
The concert in Japan was in full swing, the arena lights flashing to the heavy beat of SEVENTEENâs âFearâ as they performed for thousands of cheering fans.
[Another one of my favorite clips, ladies and gentlemen]
The energy in the air was electric, the members synchronized perfectly with their intense choreography and sharp vocals. Luna was in the center of the stage, dressed in a sleek black attire that matched the rest of the membersâ black leather pants that accentuated her legs accompanied by a black sleeveless top with a zipper running down the back.
[MOM LOOKS HOT BTW đ„”]
The moment was flawlessâ until it wasnât.
In the midst of a spin, as she did the choreography with the rest of the members, Luna felt the distinct sensation of her zipper giving way.
A chill ran down her spine as the entire back of her top unzipped, fully exposing her skin. Her black top was now hanging loose, barely held together by the fabric at the front.
But Luna, ever the professional, didnât miss a beat. Her face remained fierce and intense, completely matching the dark, brooding mood of the song. Not a flicker of panic crossed her expression as she continued to sing, her voice steady, her movements sharp. Her body flowed with the choreography as if nothing was wrong, even though her mind was racing.
[her top was literally hanging by a thread]
[I donât know how she does it. I would have panicked]
[Itâs a good thing the zipper was at her back đ«„]
Some of the members noticed almost immediately. Being behind her in the formation, they had a clear view of her exposed back. Hoshi, who was a few steps to the side, caught a glimpse of her loose top during a turn, his eyes widening slightly in realizationâ however, he was a few steps too far to do anything about it.
Just as they transitioned to another part of the routine, Luna shifted her glance to the side and locked eyes with Dokyeom, who was right behind her. His eyes were filled with concern, his expression subtle but clearâ her back was fully exposed, and they needed to fix it.
Luna, ever so composed, gave him a single, almost imperceptible nod. The kind of nod only someone who knew her well could catch. It was all she needed to convey her understanding.
[Again, it amazes me how fast they pulled this off]
[it took me like five times to understand how DK did it]
[Watch Dokyeomie closely]
Dokyeom, without hesitation, stepped into action while maintaining the choreography flawlessly. As they moved through the next steps, their bodies swayed and spun in perfect sync with the music, but every move was calculated.
Luna, still dancing and keeping her facial expression strong, swept her long hair from the back to the front in one fluid motion, letting it cascade over her shoulder. She exposed her bare back fully to Dokyeom, who was quick to react.
[HOT đ„” HOT đ„” HOT đ„”]
[maybe thatâs why itâs so hard to catch DK zipping her up⊠Jiyeonie is too distracting]
With the precision and speed that only a professional dancer could pull off, Dokyeom zipped up the back of her top as if it were part of the routine. His fingers worked fast, pulling the zipper up in one smooth, swift motion while simultaneously stepping to the side, his feet moving in perfect time with the beat.
To any fan watching from the crowd, it would have looked like just another part of the choreography, so seamless was their execution. Luna barely flinched, continuing to sing with full power, her movements never faltering as she danced across the stage. The members around them barely blinked; they had seen what happened and knew the situation was under control.
[LIKEâ WHAT?!]
[one minute her back was fully exposed and the next no skin at all!!?]
[THATâS TALENT RIGHT THERE đđđ]
The arena was still filled with flashing lights and screaming fans, but among them, some of the more eagle-eyed fans caught the moment on their phones. Every angle of the stage showed Dokyeom's swift actions and Luna's incredible poise. Twitter was already lighting up with comments about how professional they were.
As the final chorus hit, Luna and Dokyeom made eye contact once more. Luna, still keeping in character, mouthed a soft, âThank you,â barely visible to the cameras, but enough for Dokyeom to see. He gave her a quick wink and a nod, his lips curling up into a small, reassuring smile before they both turned their attention back to the performance, moving seamlessly into the final formation.
[I want to be so good at something that I am this casual on stage]
From that point forward, no one would have guessed anything had gone wrong. The performance continued flawlessly, but fans watching from the crowd and at home couldn't help but be amazed at how fast and professional they both were. It was a moment of pure teamwork, a quiet display of trust and coordination between members that reminded everyone just how close SEVENTEEN really wasâonstage and off.
THE BLANKET BLOCK âą
Now, let me introduce to you âThe Infamous Blocksâ. There are three in totalâ âThe Blanketâ, âThe Bodyâ, and âThe Bearâ. I might sound like I am joking but Iâm being so seriousâŠ
Lets start with the âBlanket Blockâ
The night was electric with excitement, the air buzzing with anticipation as fans lined the barricades of the red carpet at MAMA 2017 in Japan. The event was one of the most awaited of the year, and the energy surrounding the venue was palpable. Cameras flashed wildly, fans screamed with glee, and a sea of lightsticks waved as the SEVENTEEN van rolled to a slow stop at the edge of the carpet. The sleek black vehicle gleamed under the lights as if announcing the arrival of something grand. One by one, the members began to step out.
First came S.Coups, stepping confidently onto the red carpet, his sharp black suit catching the light just right. The fans erupted in cheers, phones already out and recording as each member made their way down the line. Mingyu followed, waving briefly to the crowd, and then Seungkwan, whose grin brightened as he acknowledged the fansâ excitement. Each member received their share of attention, but it wasnât just for the boys the crowd was waiting.
[they looked too good to be true this night]
Inside the van, Luna sat, fixing her dress, her hands smoothing over the soft fabric nervously. She knew the moment she stepped out, all eyes would be on her. But more than the eyes, it was the cameras. The predatory gleam of lenses ready to snap her from every angle made her feel vulnerable, and exposed. Tonight, she was wearing an elegant, sleek black dressâ classy but form-fittingâ and she knew the moment she stepped out, the cameras wouldnât be kind if they caught anything inappropriate.
Jeonghan, who had just stepped out of the van, paused at the door and leaned back inside. His pink hair gleamed under the overhead lights, but his gaze was focused entirely on Luna, not the crowd.
He noticed her slight hesitation and saw the way her hands twitched with uncertainty as she adjusted her dress. He leaned in closer, his voice soft and comforting, though the words were lost to the flashing lights and the fansâ endless chants. Whatever he said, it calmed her enough for her to take a deep breath and prepare to step out.
[I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HE SAID TO HER]
[Iâm desperate, please]
But before she could fully exit the van, Jeonghan reached inside and swiftly grabbed a dark blanket that had been folded near the seats. With a smooth, practiced motion, he unfolded it and held it open in front of the door, shielding Luna from the prying eyes and flashing cameras that wouldâve otherwise had a clear view of her legs and dress as she maneuvered out of the car.
[GOODBYE WORLD PT. 2]
[YOON JEONGHAN IS THE STANDARD]
He didnât rush her, didnât make a big deal of it; his movements were calm, unbothered as if this were second nature to him. The blanket draped in his hands, blocking the lower part of her from view.
[I WANT HIM]
[LORD HEâS PERFECT IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE]
Luna, catching the gesture, couldnât help but feel a wave of warmth and gratitude. Her face softened as she adjusted her dress under the cover of the blanket. She took a moment to gather herself, making sure every inch of fabric was in place, every crease smoothed out.
She met Jeonghanâs eyes for a brief second, and the silent exchange between them said more than words could have. A nod of reassurance. A small, grateful smile.
[she just swooned⊠donât at me]
Jeonghan, still holding the blanket like a shield, waited for her signal. Only when Luna gave him the okayâ a subtle but confident nodâ did he let the blanket drop.
[HEâ Iâ canât. I need him in my life]
In a smooth motion, he tossed it back inside the van and extended his hand to her. Luna stepped out gracefully, her confidence restored as her feet touched the ground. The cameras immediately went into overdrive, capturing every inch of her, but Jeonghan remained beside her, his hand still on hers, helping her as they moved forward together.
[MOM AND DAD ARE SO FUCKING HOT]
[CAN I BE THE THIRD IN THIS RELATIONSHIP?!]
[please, Iâm begging⊠I can be a pet⊠I can bark]
The cheers from the crowd doubled as Luna appeared. The fans, who had been screaming the membersâ names, now turned their attention to the only female member of SEVENTEEN, and the energy shifted.
But Jeonghan never let go of her hand, guiding her with a quiet but firm presence. He knew how these events worked, how easily one wrong angle could lead to unnecessary scrutiny. And so, even as they posed together on the red carpet, his body was angled ever so slightly in her favor, offering her the subtle kind of protection that no one would notice but her.
[đ©đ©đ©đ©]
[look at them]
The fans closest to the barricades noticed it, though. They had seen the entire interaction, from the way Jeonghan covered her with the blanket to the way he never once let her fend for herself. And it didnât go unnoticed how he tossed the blanket away only once he was certain she was completely comfortable. Luna's smile was as radiant as ever, but beneath it was the comfort of knowing that, even in a sea of flashing lights and camera lenses, someone always had her back.
[ICONIC. SIMPLY ICONIC.]
[one of the most iconic Jeongna moments]
THE BODY BLOCK âą
Next is my favorite out of the three⊠the âBody Blockâ
The night sky over Seoul was illuminated by the flashing lights of countless cameras, the red carpet stretching out like a sea of glamour and anticipation. It was the Cartier event of 2022, an evening that promised to bring together the city's most elegant and well-known figures.
Among them were Luna and Mingyu, two of Cartierâs most prominent models and brand ambassadors. Their presence alone was enough to send a ripple of excitement through the crowd, but the fact that they both wore red, in perfectly coordinated outfits, had the press buzzing.
[RED IS THEIR COLOR]
[Iâm sorryâ they looks so hot and intimidating]
Luna stepped out first, her heels clicking softly against the smooth surface of the red carpet. She was the embodiment of grace, her tall, slender frame draped in a stunning, floor-length red dress.
The dress was an exquisite pieceâ a bold, deep crimson that shimmered under the camera lights. It was strapless on one side, while the other featured a delicate, thin strap that wrapped over her shoulder, highlighting the gentle curve of her collarbone. The material clung to her figure in all the right ways, its fabric flowing down to her feet like liquid silk, pooling elegantly around her ankles. A daring slit along one side revealed a hint of her leg as she moved, but it was done tastefully, maintaining an air of sophistication and class.
[I WAS DROOLING WHEN I SAW HER]
[she doesnât look real đ]
[likeâ Iâm convinced sheâs a hologram]
Mingyu followed closely behind her, equally striking in his tailored red suit. The suit jacket was perfectly fitted to his broad shoulders, the crimson fabric complementing the sharp black of his shirt underneath.
[DOUBLE KILL]
[I AM SORRYâ sir?!]
[I am loyal to Seungcheol⊠am I?]
Together, they made a captivating pair, their outfits harmonizing in a way that felt almost intentional, like they were meant to stand side by side on this particular night.
As they posed for the cameras, the flashes were relentless, a barrage of light capturing their every move. Luna stood tall, her chin slightly raised, one hand placed elegantly on her hip while her other arm hung loosely at her side. Beside her, Mingyu struck his own pose, the definition of cool confidence, his dark eyes locking with the cameras as they both stood center stage, an image of luxury and refinement.
[Theyâd be so hot together⊠I didnât say that đ]
And then it happenedâ so quickly that it could have been missed by anyone not paying attention. As Luna shifted her weight, turning her body slightly to change her angle, one of the thin straps of her dress slipped from her shoulder. The movement was subtle, barely noticeable at first, but as the strap fell, it revealed the bare skin of her shoulder.
[EVEN HER SHOULDER LOOKS PRETTIER THAN ME]
[DOES THAT MAKE SENSE!??]
Lunaâs eyes flickered downward for a moment, a small crease of surprise appearing on her otherwise composed face.
Without missing a beat, she calmly reached up and tugged the strap back into place, her fingers grazing the cool fabric as she pulled it back over her shoulder. Her expression remained neutral, her movements composedâ professional, as always. But Mingyu had seen it. The moment the strap fell, his attention snapped to her, eyes narrowing with concern for a fraction of a second.
[Iâm convince every single member has spidey senses when it comes to her]
In a split-second decision, Mingyu moved. He stepped directly in front of Luna, his tall frame blocking her from the cameras with an easy, natural movement. His back was now facing the cameras, shielding her from their view as she adjusted the strap. His broad shoulders and the crimson jacket became a makeshift curtain, offering her privacy in an instant.
[đ§ââïžđ§ââïžđ§ââïž]
[LORD ITâS ME AGAIN]
[JEHUENDUWGYWGEJIWUDGUWBWKAIYWGUWB]
Luna looked up at him, her fingers still smoothing over the strap of her dress as she finished fixing it. Their eyes met, and for a moment, no words were needed. A small, appreciative smile touched her lips, her eyes softening as she gave him a simple nod of thanks.
Mingyu, always effortlessly cool, returned the gesture with a brief smile of his own, his eyes flickering with a silent understanding. Then, just as smoothly as he had positioned himself in front of her, he moved back to his original spot, turning to face the cameras once more, as if nothing had happened.
[THEY ALWAYS MAKE SURE SHEâS READY BEFORE THEY FUCKING STOP đ„č]
[they are so obedient too]
The photographers continued their frenzy, completely unaware of the quiet, protective exchange that had just taken place between the two. To them, it had been a seamless transitionâ nothing out of the ordinary. But to those paying close attention, the subtle moment of protection from Mingyu was not only graceful but instinctual, a sign of the quiet care he had for Luna, his fellow ambassador, and friend.
Together, they resumed their poses, their red outfits glowing under the lights, and once again, they became the perfect image of poise and elegance. But those who knewâ who saw the quick flash of concern in Mingyuâs eyes and the gratitude in Lunaâs smileâ recognized the deeper connection between them, one that went beyond their roles on the red carpet.
The event continued, but that brief moment lingered, caught by the lucky fans who were watching closely enough to see the exchange, a testament to the unspoken bond shared by the two.
THE BEAR BLOCK âą
And finally, the âBear Blockâ
The soft glow of the hotel roomâs ambient lighting bathed the cozy space in a warm hue as Minghao and Luna sat side by side on the edge of her bed, engaging with fans in their casual Weverse live. Lunaâs hotel room was comfortably minimalisticâsoft cream-colored walls, sleek furniture, and the faint scent of lavender wafting through the air from a diffuser on the nightstand. Behind them, a plush teddy bear sat tucked into the pillows, a gift Luna had received from a fan earlier that day, its little beady eyes gleaming under the camera's light.
[ITâS THE OTHER SET OF TWINS OF SEVENTEEN]
[the 97 line twins]
It was a typical live stream for the twoâ comfortable and relaxed. Luna, in her soft oversized hoodie, was leaning back against the bedpost while Minghao, dressed in his usual stylish yet casual attire, lounged next to her. Their conversation flowed naturally as they laughed and answered fansâ questions. Minghao would occasionally break into Chinese, his voice smooth as he spoke in his mother tongue, and Luna, always eager to learn, would repeat his phrases with childlike excitement, though her pronunciation was less polished.
[they are so cute đ„ș]
[I love this duo so much]
Minghao chuckled each time she got it wrong, his eyes crinkling in amusement. âNo, no, like this,â heâd say, gently correcting her, the fondness in his tone unmistakable. He would then patiently translate the meaning into Korean for her and their fans, smiling as Luna exaggeratedly repeated the words again, determined to get it right.
[I am so soft for them]
The chat was buzzing with messages, and the number of viewers kept rising steadily as more fans joined in, thrilled by the duoâs easy-going dynamic. Luna, always full of energy, glanced at the screen, her sharp eyes catching one of the rapid comments. She leaned forward to get a better look, her long hair cascading down one side of her face as she brought her face closer to her phone.
"Wait, what does this sayâ" Luna began, her voice trailing off mid-sentence. Just as she was about to read the comment aloud, Minghao, who had been fiddling with the teddy bear on the bed, made a swift movement. In a fraction of a second, without a word, he gently but firmly pressed the soft bear against her chest, covering her entirely from view.
[this cracked me up đ]
[the fact the Hao just shoved the bear in front of her was just hilarious]
Luna froze for a heartbeat, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized what had just happened. Her body had leaned forward just a little too far, and in her oversized hoodie, there had been a chance she might have inadvertently revealed something on camera that wasnât meant to be seen. Minghao, with his ever-watchful eye and sharp instincts, had noticed it instantly.
[Hao really said: ânot on my watch.â đ§ž]
Her breath hitched for a moment as she glanced at him, her face a mix of shock and silent gratitude. Minghao, his expression calm and collected, simply nodded at her in a way that conveyed everything without words. He didnât make a big deal of it; his actions were smooth and almost invisible to the casual observer. His nod was one of quiet understanding, a signal that she didnât need to worryâ he had her back.
[Heâs also so fucking hot, lawd]
Lunaâs heart swelled with appreciation, but she played it cool. With a soft exhale, she shot him a small, grateful smile. âThank you,â she muttered under her breath, barely audible but enough for Minghao to hear.
He gave a subtle smile in return, his eyes crinkling slightly as he continued to idly hold the bear in place, casually moving it as though it were part of their lighthearted banter.
Luna straightened back up, her posture relaxed once more, and resumed the conversation as if nothing had happened.
Lunaâs smile returned as she read through more comments, her face as calm and composed as ever, a professional through and through.
[CUTIESSSSSS đđđ]
They continued answering fan questions as the live stretched on, but the silent gesture lingered in the air like an unspoken promiseâ proof that, no matter what, Minghao was always watching out for her, and Luna was never truly alone.
LUNAâS TRAINEE STORY IN GAME CATERERS 1-2
âIt says here that you are known to cause fights.â PD Na said.
[THIS ENTIRE STORY RIGHT HERE]
The sudden statement caught everyone off guard. The members burst into laughter while Luna sat there, shocked and confused, unsure of how to respond.
âMe?â she asked, pointing to herself, her voice tinged with disbelief. âFights? Where did you hear that?â She laughed, still trying to process the unexpected accusation.
[Sheâs just that bitch. She didnât even know]
PD Na pointed at his paper, a teasing grin on his face. âWe did our research. It says here that you caused a lot of fights when you were a trainee.â
A chorus of agreements erupted from the members, with many of them pointing at her and Jeonghan, nodding vigorously.
âThatâs right!â
âHeâs right!â they echoed, their voices overlapping as they teased her.
"This is amazing," Dokyeom laughed harder.
âWhat?â Luna turned to look at her members, her confusion deepening as she tried to piece together what they were talking about. "Huh? What are you guys talking about?"
Then her eyes landed on Jeonghan who was already watching her, and it all clicked. The realization dawned on her face, her expression shifting from confusion to understanding, and then to amusement. âAh,â she laughed, finally catching on.
[SHE TOOK ONE LOOK AT JEONGHAN AND KNEW EXACTLY WHAT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT]
Jeonghan, always the instigator, just grinned back at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
[heâs proud too]
As the memory clicked into place, Luna laughed harder, her laughter bubbling over as she covered her mouth with her hands. âThis is amazing,â she marveled, still giggling. âHow did you guys find out about that? I had completely forgotten about it.â
PD Na watched her with amusement, leaning forward slightly. âCan you tell us about it?â he asked, clearly intrigued.
Luna glanced at Jeonghan, who nodded in agreement, his smile knowing. She turned back to the group, preparing to recount the story. âIt was when I was a trainee, and I was new at âPLEDISâ. This happened about five months after I joined,â Luna began, her hands moving animatedly as she spoke. âThis one time, I just had the hardest day. The training was intense, I was sick at that time as well, and I remember stressing over my exams because I was still in school.â
Everyone listened carefully, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement. Her members, who knew the story well, giggled quietly, already anticipating where it was headed.
Luna continued, âI hadnât eaten the entire day. I came to the practice room, and I had an apple. Then, one of the trainees came over, and he was teasing me.â
She paused, mimicking the boyâs actions by raising her hand as if holding something up high. âHe took my apple, raised it up, and teased me to take it. He kept doing it and wouldn't give it to me up to the point that I just started crying,â Luna admitted, laughing at the memory of her younger, more vulnerable self.
âAww,â the members and producers chorused, a mixture of sympathy and amusement in their voices.
[THEY ARE SO SOFT FOR HER WTF đ„ș]
Luna pressed on, âThen, all of a sudden, Jeonghannie oppa came in.â She placed her hand on Jeonghanâs leg, and though he made no move, he continued listening to her, his smirk growing as he anticipated the end of the story. âHe saw me crying, took one look at the apple, and then he wentâŠâ
Luna mimicked Jeonghanâs deep, angry voice and stern expression, saying, ââGive it back'.â
The room exploded into shrieks. The members erupted in howls and laughter, some leaping out of their seats, while others covered their mouths in teasing disbelief. The laughter was contagious, filling the room. Luna and Jeonghan remained seated next to each other, smiling as the room buzzed with the chaotic energy of their shared memories.
[only same reaction]
As the laughter in the room finally began to die down, Luna continued the story, still smiling. âThe trainee still wouldnât give it back and thought Hannie oppa was joking with him,â she said, recalling the moment. âThen he went, âI said give it back,â but the trainee just laughed at him. Oppa was one of the oldest, so it was a bit disrespectfulâŠâ
PD Na, fully invested in the story, leaned in slightly. âThen⊠what did he do?â he asked, his curiosity piqued.
Jeonghan, his voice calm and deep, answered this time, his eyes still carrying that signature droopy look as he smirked lazily. âI cursed him out.â
The casual delivery of his words contrasted with the intensity of the moment, making the members erupt into a chorus of teasing.
"Ooh, he cursed!"
"He really cursed him out!"
"He cursed!" they repeated, pointing at Jeonghan and laughing even harder.
Luna nodded, trying to keep a straight face, before wrapping up the story. "Then after that, we left, and he bought me food."
[out of all the things PLEDIS couldâve fucking released in that training room it could have been this!]
Before PD Na could reply, Seungkwan jumped in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "There was also this one time. Maybe a year after that incident."
PD Na raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "There's another one?"
Luna, confused, turned to look at Seungkwan, who was seated behind her. "What else is there?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.
[SHEâS LOST]
"It happened a year before we debuted," Seungkwan leaned forward, his voice carrying a nostalgic tone. "Noona is beautiful. She's really beautiful. Even back then when she was younger, she hasn't changed at all. Not once. She looks the exact same. The only thing that changed is her height." He emphasized each word to PD Na, while Luna listened quietly, her members nodding in agreement.
[I AGREE]
"She was an extremely popular trainee," Seungkwan continued. "A lot of boys liked her."
[SAME]
With that, a chorus of agreements spilled from the mouths of the members. "That's true," Mingyu said, nodding along with the others.
[GOOD. SO WE ALL AGREE.]
"There was a time when two trainees were literally arguing about her because they both liked her, and they decided to talk to her about it and make her decide," Seungkwan added, glancing over at Luna with a grin.
"I remember this," S.Coups chuckled, his eyes lighting up with the memory.
Lunaâs eyes widened as she finally recalled the story. "Oh, right! Once they saw me, they started arguing in front of me," she nodded, using her hands to illustrate the scene.
[She explained that as if itâs the most normal thing in the world]
"Right. They were literally fighting in front of her," Seungkwan affirmed. "The members present tried to make them stop, but one thing led to another, and they both grabbed Luna by each hand," Seungkwan demonstrated the movement, grabbing Wonwooâs arm to illustrate the point.
[WHAT I WOULD DO TO SEE THIS]
"Jeonghan⊠He was the angriest I've ever seen him in my life," Seungkwan said, raising his hand as if swearing to the truth.
[WHAT I WOULD DO TO SEE THIS PT. 2]
Seungkwan then stood up, pulling Wonwoo to his feet to act out the scene. "Jeonghan went up to them and justâŠ" He mimicked Jeonghanâs aggressive stance, facing Wonwoo head-on, his expression fierce.
"Jeonghan had really long hair back then, so it was swaying like this," Seungkwan added, shaking his head from side to side, imitating the way Jeonghanâs hair had moved during the confrontation. "'Let go,'" he said in a deep, angry voice, perfectly mimicking Jeonghan.
[ANGRY JEONGHAN + LONG-HAIRED JEONGHAN = đ§ââïžđ§ââïžđ§ââïž]
Another chorus of amused, teasing "Oohs" erupted from the members, while Luna sat laughing, her shoulders shaking with mirth.
S.Coups, still seated, shook his head with a grin. "I had to get him off. It was the first time I saw Jeonghan angry as well," he confessed, looking at Jeonghan with a mixture of admiration and amusement.
[good lord. PLEDIS RELEASE THE FOOTAGE NOW. I KNOW YOU HAVE IT THERE SOMEWHERE]
PD Na directed his attention to Jeonghan, raising an eyebrow with an amused smile. "It seems like you're involved in a lot of these stories."
[He knows whatâs up]
Before Jeonghan could respond, Dokyeom cut in with a knowing grin. "Jeonghan is the most protective of Luna."
[I BEG TO DIFFER BUT ACCURATE]
Luna quickly interjected, shaking her head with a smile. "No, itâs because he was the first person I became friends with when I joined. He was the person I was most comfortable with."
[đ„čđ„čđ„č]
Jeonghan finally spoke up, his tone nonchalant as if the answer was obvious. "How else am I supposed to react during that situation?"
[right. right. right.]
Hoshi chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Heâs cool."
"Very cool," Minghao said.
[Heâs hot too]
Seungkwan, ever the dramatic one, couldnât resist adding his flair. "I swear it was like a drama," he said, his voice filled with exaggerated emotion. "It was like you could hear the song play⊠'Almost Paradise'âŠ'" He sang the familiar tune, sending the room into another round of laughter.
[YESSSSSSSSSS]
PD Na, still chuckling, looked back at Jeonghan and Luna. "Itâs because sheâs your best friend. You two are the closest."
Both Luna and Jeonghan nodded, confirming the bond they shared.
"She's like your younger sister," PD Na added thoughtfully.
[sure]
Jeonghan, who had been nodding in agreement, suddenly faltered. "Nâ yâyes," he stuttered, quickly changing his answer.
[HE AINT SLICK AT ALL]
The subtle exchange of looks between Jeonghan and Luna that followed didnât go unnoticed. Jeonghan's eyes lingered on her for just a moment, while Luna remained composed, though there was a fleeting glint of something unspoken in her eyes. It was a small, almost imperceptible moment, but the hesitation in Jeonghanâs response added a strange tension to the room that only the members noticed and understood as if there was more to the story than they were letting on.
[CALL ME INSANE BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING THERE]
[THE MEMBERS KNOW TOO]
PD Na, oblivious to the undercurrent, chuckled again. "I never thought you would be the type of person to fight," he remarked to Jeonghan, amused by the contrast between his usual calm demeanor and the stories being told.
The room burst into laughter again, and in perfect sync, both Luna and Jeonghan replied, "Youâd think."
[GOD I LOVE THEM]
LUNAâS ALMOST FACE-PLANTING OFF THE STAGE
It was the encore stage of SEVENTEENâs âBe The Sunâ concert in Los Angeles, the never-ending loop of âVery Niceâ ringing through the arena as the crowd screamed and chanted along. The energy was electric, and all fourteen members were spread across the stage, bouncing with uncontainable excitement.
[itâs always this song btw]
[shit always happens during this never-ending song]
Theyâd already run through what seemed like a dozen rounds of the song, yet the adrenaline kept them going, fueled by the roars of the fans.
Luna, like the rest, was in high spirits, hopping from side to side, her voice blending with the sea of cheers as she waved down to the fans in the pit.
[SPIT ON MEâ w-what?!]
She had found herself at the very edge of the stage, close enough that she could see the eager faces reaching up toward her, arms outstretched and phones recording every moment. Luna smiled and waved, her fingers making heart signs as she interacted with the fans who screamed her name in delight.
[Sheâs adorable and hot at the same time]
[likeâ how does one achieve that skill]
Her hair was slightly damp from all the jumping, and she pushed it out of her face, not noticing the sheen of water accumulating by her feet. The other members had been throwing water bottles into the crowd moments earlier, and the puddles left behind were nearly invisible under the bright concert lights.
In the heat of the moment, Luna took a step forward, her foot catching the slick surface beneath her. Her sneakers slid out from under her, and for a brief, terrifying second, her body lurched forward, dangerously close to toppling off the stage. Her balance was gone, the crowd gasping in unison as they watched her stumble.
[SHE LITERALLY WAS THIS đ€ CLOSE TO SEEING JESUS]
But before gravity could pull her down, two pairs of hands shot outâ firm and fast. Dino, who had been dancing nearby, immediately grabbed her left arm with a firm grip, his reflexes kicking in as he sensed her falling. At the same moment, Vernon, who had been casually walking past on her right, caught her other arm, his hands locking around her elbow with precision. Together, the two maknaes stabilized her, each holding on tightly as she regained her footing.
[THEY BOTH LOOKED EQUALLY TERRIFIED]
[Someone bubble wrap Jiyeonie Iâm so serious]
For a moment, everything seemed to pause. The three of them stood frozen, catching their breaths as the arenaâs lights flashed around them.
[the way the three of them just froze]
Lunaâs heart raced as she realized how close she had been to a disastrous fall, right in front of thousands of fans. She turned to look at Dino and Vernon, their hands still gripping her arms firmly. Their faces mirrored a mixture of concern and relief, and they exchanged a silent understanding in that brief, weighty second.
Luna, her chest heaving, mouthed the words, âThank you⊠I almost died,â her eyes wide with mock dramatization.
Her words, though lost in the chaos of the concert, were picked up by eagle-eyed fans close enough to lip-read the exchange. Dino let out a relieved laugh, his lips quirking into a smile, while Vernon gave a subtle nod, eyes flicking toward her with a smirk, as if to say, âYup, you almost died.â
In the span of a heartbeat, the moment passed. Dino and Vernon released their hold as she straightened herself, shaking off the near-incident. Luna turned back to the audience with a bright grin, as if nothing had happened, raising her arms and encouraging the crowd to scream even louder.
[SHEâS SO UNSERIOUS đ]
The fans, unaware of just how close sheâd been to falling, cheered even harder, oblivious to the small protective moment that had unfolded before their eyes.
As the three continued dancing, the members spread back out across the stage, the concertâs rhythm never missing a beat.
THIS LIVE THAT MAKES MY BLOOD BOIL
Hoshiâs live had started like any other, full of laughter, easy conversation, and the familiar warmth of interacting with fans. As he sat in front of the camera, casually talking about everything from the groupâs upcoming schedules to his favorite food that day, the comments section filled with excitement, fans from all over the world typing out their love and admiration for SEVENTEEN's energetic tiger.
[AH YES, ANOTHER CLIP THAT PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF]
But then, the live took an unexpected turn as both Joshua and Luna suddenly appeared on screen. Joshua casually strolled into the room, his ever-present smile lighting up his face as he greeted the viewers. âHey, everyone!â he said, settling down beside Hoshi.
Luna followed quietly, a soft, polite wave to the camera as she sat next to Joshua. Her presence, while usually met with joy from fans, always came with its fair share of negativity as well, something sheâd long since come to terms with as the only female member of SEVENTEEN.
At first, the chat exploded with excitement.
âOMG Joshua!!â
âYAY, Jiyeonie is here too!!â
âLook at these visuals!!!â
But quickly, as always, the tide began to shift. Hidden between the floods of hearts and cheers, darker comments started appearing.
They always did.
âWhy is she even here?â
âWe only wanted Joshua and Hoshi, not her.â
âShe ruins it as always.â
âPlease leave, no one wants to see you.â
Luna sat quietly, her eyes flickering over the comments, her usual smile frozen on her face. She had grown used to this, a side effect of being the only girl in a thirteen-member male-dominated group.
[YOU MOTHERFUCKERS BETTER ROT IN HELL]
[look at her face!]
No matter how much love she received, there were always those who couldn't accept her presence.
Over the years, she had developed a thick skin.
She knew she didnât need to prove herself to anyone, that she was just as much a part of SEVENTEEN as any of the others, but that didnât make it any less uncomfortable to read such words over and over again. It was as though the hate was a dark cloud that hovered just beyond the warmth of the stage lights, waiting to seep in whenever she let her guard down.
Joshua, sitting next to her, immediately sensed the shift in her demeanor. His sharp eyes noticed how her usual bubbly chatter had quieted down, how she glanced at the screen but didnât engage as much as she normally would.
[I am just happy she has them đ„ș]
[she doesnât deserve the hate]
Without a word, he gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his touch comforting and protective. His gaze met hers in a brief exchange, asking the question without saying a word: Are you okay?
[đ„čđ„čđ„č]
Luna looked up at him and gave a small nod, her lips curving into a soft smile that didnât quite reach her eyes. It wasnât the hate that bothered her, not anymoreâ it was how people could hold so much anger and vitriol for someone they didnât even know. Still, she remained quiet, determined not to let the negative comments ruin the mood of the live.
[BAE JIYEON WE LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND FOREVER đđđ]
But Hoshi, ever the observant one, wasnât about to let it slide. His bright, playful expression faded as he leaned closer to the camera, his eyes scanning the comments section intently.
[ngl his shift in attitude gave me fucking chills]
[Hoshi really went from đč tođŻ]
Luna watched out of the corner of her eye as his fingers moved across the screen, quietly and deliberately reporting the hateful messages one by one. Only she and Joshua could see what he was doing, but fans started speculating in the chat as well, noticing the change in his expression and how his focus shifted from conversation to something else entirely.
[HE REALLY SAID âTRY ME BITCHâ]
[he was mass reporting the shit out of them hoes]
Then, after a few moments of silence, Hoshi sat back, his face serious, his usually playful tone replaced with something much firmer, more resolute. His voice carried an edge that left no room for argument, yet he wasnât aggressiveâ just calm, measured, and unwavering. He addressed the chat directly, his eyes staring straight into the camera.
[HELPâ HE IS GENUINELY TERRIFYING ANGRY]
âIf you donât have anything nice to say, then you should just leave,â Hoshi said, his words clear and firm. âThis live is for all of us to have fun and spend time together. I wonât tolerate disrespect toward any of my members. If you donât like it, thatâs fineâ but I wonât have people being rude. Thatâs not what SEVENTEEN is about, and thatâs not the kind of fans we want. So if youâre here to spread hate, youâre not welcome.â
[SHITâ I⊠đ§ââïžđ§ââïžđ§ââïž]
[RAWR! THATâS THE TIGER IN HIM]
He paused, his expression softening just slightly, but his message was unmistakable. âLetâs all just be kind to each other, okay? Thatâs the kind of energy we need.â
[AMEN TO THAT!]
[YOU LOSERS HEAR HIM?!]
The chat exploded with a mix of reactions. Supportive fans immediately flooded the comments with love for Luna, agreeing with Hoshiâs words and calling out the haters who had been leaving negative comments. But there were still others who continued to protest, claiming they had a right to their opinions, or that they hadnât said anything wrong.
Through it all, Luna stayed quiet. She occasionally responded to a few positive comments, forcing a smile here and there, but her heart wasnât in it. Joshua and Hoshi tried their best to lighten the mood, playfully nudging her to join the conversation, but the damage had already been doneâ not because she was hurt by the hate, but because it confused her.
How could people carry so much anger, so much spite, for someone they didnât even know? It was a question she couldnât answer and one that weighed on her more than the comments themselves.
[she looked sad the entire time]
[Iâm so sorry, baby đ„ș]
As the live continued, the mood eventually lightened again, thanks to Hoshiâs relentless energy and Joshuaâs calm, steady presence. But for Luna, the evening felt a little heavier, her mind drifting back to the reality of her position as SEVENTEEN's only female member. She would never let the hate break her, but it didnât mean it wasnât exhausting.
âBAE JIYEON MARRY ME!â
The air was buzzing with excitement inside the venue as fans eagerly waited for the fan sign event to begin. The members of SEVENTEEN sat in a line, comfortably seated behind a long table on the stage, each with their markers in hand, ready to greet their Carats up close. The stage lights cast a soft glow over the group as they casually chatted amongst themselves, waving occasionally to the fans in the audience, who were waiting for their turn.
Luna, seated between Joshua and Minghao, was twirling her marker absentmindedly, her attention drifting between the other members' conversations and the distant murmur of the crowd. The relaxed energy around her was something she always cherished at fan signsâ a rare chance to connect with the fans on a more personal level.
[I HAVE SAID IT ONCE AND IâLL SAY IT AGAIN⊠SHE IS BEAUTIFUL⊠AND SMOKING HOT đđ„”]
But just as Luna was about to engage in a conversation with Minghao, a loud, booming voice from the audience broke through the steady hum of the crowd.
âBAE JIYEON, MARRY ME!â
[Honestly⊠valid]
The sudden, bold declaration reverberated across the room, sending ripples of surprise and laughter through the fans. Luna, completely caught off guard, froze mid-spin, her eyes widening as she looked up toward the sea of fans. Her heart jumped in her chest, not from the proposal itself, but from the unexpected shock of it all.
[Sheâs adorable]
[Sheâs also concerned]
A chorus of laughter and amused giggles rose from the audience. Luna, still recovering from the jolt of surprise, reached for the mic in front of her, her lips curving into an amused smile.
She was about to reply, maybe tease the fan back, but before she could even bring the mic to her lips, the response cameâ not from her, but from the thirteen members seated beside her.
[And there they goâŠ]
A resounding, collective, and very loud âNO!â erupted from her bandmates. The word shot across the room in unison, like a protective shield around her, each member adding their own flair to the rejection.
[THEY CRACK ME TF UP đ]
Seungcheol was the first to react, playfully crossing his arms over his chest and giving a mock glare toward the fan as he leaned back in his seat. âAbsolutely not,â he added, shaking his head as if to cement the point.
Dino and Jun, sitting a few seats down, followed suit, their arms shooting up into the air in exaggerated protest. âNo, no, no!â They chanted, shaking their fingers dramatically, their expression both comical and stern.
Hoshi, always one to escalate things, leaned forward in his chair, his voice loud and booming as he pointed into the audience. âYouâve got some nerve!â he said playfully, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. âJiyeonâs not going anywhere, you hear me?â
The fans roared with laughter, thoroughly entertained by the groupâs immediate and united defense. Even Woozi, known for his quieter reactions, shook his head silently, his lips forming a firm, resolute ânoâ as he glanced down the line at Luna, his protective instincts subtly showing.
Mingyu, seated at the far end, leaned into his mic. âGood try, though,â he deadpanned, earning another round of chuckles from the audience.
[MENACES]
Luna couldnât help but laugh, her shoulders shaking as the members continued their playful scolding. It was a chaotic chorus of noâs, some loud and exaggerated, others quiet but firm. The overwhelming display of protection from her members warmed her heart, and she could see the amusement spreading among the fans as well.
[JIYEON JUST SAT THERE LIKE: âYUP đâ]
Even the fan who had shouted the proposal was laughing along, clearly enjoying the playful banter his boldness had sparked.
As the ruckus continued, Luna finally leaned back in her chair, shaking her head with a grin. The mic still rested in her hand, but there wasnât much for her to sayâ her bandmates had already spoken loud and clear.
Then, amidst the fading echoes of laughter, Jeonghan, who had remained relatively quiet during the exchange, finally spoke up. His voice was calm and smooth as he brought his mic to his lips, his usual playful smirk replaced with something more composed.
âSorry, but that question is sensitive for us,â he said nonchalantly, though there was a glint in his eyes that made it clear there was more truth to his words than his tone let on.
[Translation: âOnly I get to ask her to marry me.â]
The laughter in the room softened, and for a split second, a quiet fell over the stage as Luna and the rest of the members registered the weight behind Jeonghanâs words. It was a joke, of course, but Luna knew Jeonghan better than mostâ and she could tell he was serious.
He always was when it came to her.
Lunaâs laughter faded into a softer smile, a silent understanding passing between her and Jeonghan as their eyes briefly met across the table. He gave her a small, reassuring nod, and she returned it, appreciating the subtle way he always looked out for her. Even in moments like this, where the line between playfulness and sincerity blurred, Jeonghanâs protectiveness always shone through.
[STOP FLIRTING WITH MOM, DAD!]
The fans, blissfully unaware of the deeper meaning behind his words, erupted into laughter once again, the lighthearted atmosphere quickly returning. Luna, feeling the warmth of her membersâ care, picked up the mic at last and shook her head, addressing the original fan who had proposed.
âI think you got your answer,â she said with a teasing smile, the laughter in her voice unmistakable.
[Translation: âOnly Yoon Jeonghan gets to marry me.â]
The fans cheered, and the rest of the members continued to playfully banter as the fan sign officially began. But throughout the rest of the event, Luna couldnât help but feel a sense of gratitude for the family she had in SEVENTEENâ their protectiveness, their loyalty, and their unwavering support. It wasnât always easy being the only female member, but in moments like this, she knew she wasnât alone.
And there you have it, folks! Just a small glimpse into SEVENTEENâs ultimate protective instincts when it comes to their one and only Luna. I mean, if you ever had any doubts about how loved this girl is, well⊠think again.
Thirteen menâ yes, thirteenâ willing to risk it all, fight the world, and probably even dive into traffic if it meant keeping her safe. So, a quick reminder to all: Neverâ and I mean NEVERâ mess with Bae Jiyeon unless you want these maniacs after you.
But hey, can you really blame them? Lunaâs got their backs, and theyâve got hers. Itâs a whole family thing at this point.
Thanks for watching! Donât forget to comment on more wholesome SEVENTEEN content you want to see next! See you next timeâ unless youâre out there trying to propose to Luna⊠in which case⊠good luck with that!â
commentsâŠ
@/lunababybae âą 10 months ago â° Lunaâs sasaeng attack pisses me off but angry and protective Cheol makes up for it đ„”
@/mimilyemily âą 10 months ago â° DID YOU SEE HOW FAST CHOI SEUNGCHEOL AND JEON WONWOO REACTED AT 1:00 GOOD LORD
@/gyusshadow âą 10 months ago â° OUR LEADER SCOLDING SECURITY FOR LUNA đ„ș MY MAN RIGHT THERE!!!
@/moonlight_1997 âą 10 months ago â° Jeonghan caressing Lunaâs red arm 1:25 idk if I am to feel soft over him touching her like that or pissed off that her arm is red because of that sasaeng đ
@/saythename âą 8 months ago â° Seokminie zipping Jiyeonie up that quick during Fear is a skill and a hot skill at that!
@/jeonwoowonwoo âą 7 months ago â° They are all so protective of her, itâs super endearing đđ„ș
@/mrsbaebae âą 7 months ago â° THE THREE BLOCKS ARE ICONIC!!!
@/jeongnanana âą 7 months ago â° THESE MEN ARE THE STANDARD WTF!? JUST THE WAY THEY TREAT LUNA IS PROOF ENOUGH đđ€
@/gyuuuuudaily âą 6 months ago
â° YOON JEONGHAN DEFENDING LUNA DURING THEIR TRAINEE DAYS IS STILL ONE OF THE BEST STORIES I HAVE EVER HEARD TILL THIS DAY!!!
@/bbbiiibbiii âą 5 months ago â° That exchange of looks from Luna and Hannie at 19:57 đđđ
@/missbitchhhh âą 3 months ago â° note to self: âHow to get Svt to notice you = ask Luna to marry you.â
@/shadowmyshadowâą 2 months ago â° I have completely erased that Hoshi live from my mind. Seeing Luna sad and quiet like that breaks me đ„ș
@/kpppopieaddict âą 1 week ago â° They are all down bad for her wbk (I am too).
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i never lie (t.owens)
hi omg this is my first full-length tyler fic! actually my first full-length fic in like 3ish years so pls be kind đ this one is based off of the song i never lie by zach top, with a few little changes! i recommend listening to it beforehand but i donât think you have to to understand whatâs happening! i hope you like it đ„č
warnings. a few curse words, implied female reader but no actual pronouns i donât think, implied smut but itâs like one sentence, and general bad writing lol, plus i really like commas apparently. lmk if thereâs anything i missed!
pairing. tyler owens x reader, slight scott x reader
word count. 2k
ê° well, itâs been some time, you still look like an angel ê±
ê° i heard youâre doinâ fine, got promoted back in april ê±
it had been four months since youâd seen the infamous tyler owens when you spotted him across a random bar in nowheresville, oklahoma. âoh, hell,â you said, spinning your stool towards javiâs at the bar and putting a hand over your eyes.
âwhatâs the matter?â he asked, glancing behind you. âoh,â was all he muttered as he silently got up from his stool.
âwait, where are you going?â
âyouâve got company, darlinâ,â he murmured before slipping behind you and out of sight. you spin your stool once more, confused, when you see him. âtyler,â you sigh.
âlong time no see, honey.â he settles onto what was once your friendâs stool with a frustratingly beautiful smirk. âdonât you look gorgeous as ever.â
âdid you need something, tyler?â you ask, trying to gather yourself. seeing him here four months after your breakup was jarring to say the least. you figured heâd probably be in this area. there were some massive storms that were supposed to come through within the next few days. you just didnât know heâd pick this bar to grace with his presence.
âjust surprised to see you here is all,â he said. âcanât believe they finally let you out of the office and into the field.â
just a month after your breakup with tyler, you started a job working with storm par. even though you hated what they stood for, all you wanted to do was help victims in the aftermath of destructive tornados. now that you obviously werenât working with tyler and his crew anymore, you moved on to the next best thing, making it your mission to help instead of hurt. through everything, you had remained close with the rest of the wranglers, keeping them updated on your life. when tyler heard of your new position, he was absolutely livid. he couldnât believe youâd move on to âsleeping with the enemy,â as he called it, just one month after the devastating, explosive fight that ultimately ended your relationship.
youâd been working in storm parâs offices, planning each chase, for nearly a month before you were promoted in early april to join scott and javi in the field. once again, tyler was pissed when he found out. youâd already hurt him by even agreeing to work with the exploitative company, but now you were putting yourself in danger on top of that, and he wouldnât be around to protect you. it killed him to think about anything happening to you, but he was so angry and resentful towards you about the whole situation. he let his pride and his hurt block out how his heart truly felt about you.
ê° and you met someone, your dad says heâs okay ê±
âand you met someone, i hear.â you had. well, kind of. about a month after starting at storm par, you were still torn up over tyler. just as you were now, though youâd never admit that to him. heâd really hurt you all those months ago. anyway, scott was there to help you forget about the tornado wrangler. you both knew he was just a rebound, but scott quite enjoyed the late nights he spent with you in dingy motel rooms, and, more than anything, he really loved pissing tyler off. he knew that being with you got under tylerâs skin in a way that nothing else did, and you relished in the attention he showed you. though, it would never compare to that of the arkansas cowboy youâd grown to love so much.
âyeah, i guess so,â you meekly nodded. being so close to him again was making your chest burn and your eyes sting, and this conversation was terribly awkward. you wished the sticky floor of the bar would just open up and swallow you whole.
ê° well, iâve never been better, things are going my way ê±
you were beginning to wonder what his motives were for coming over here. that was, until he began to speak again. âwell, i just wanted to tell ya that the fans really miss you on the streams. although, did you hear we hit a million subscribers?â boone had excitedly told you about it the day it happened. you were thrilled for them, but you couldnât ignore the pang in your chest that stemmed from the reminder that you wouldnât be there to celebrate with them all. âyeah, ty. looks like things are really going your way,â you smiled. you were happy for him. you had to be.
ê° i sleep like a baby; i never show up late for work ê±
ê° i donât drink whiskey; i donât know how it feels to hurt ê±
âmhm,â he hummed. âi barely know how it feels to hurt anymore. i sleep like a baby, and weâve caught every storm weâve been in the area for for weeks now.â
you will the tears from your eyes as you force a smile. âthatâs really great, tyler. iâm glad to hear youâre doing so well.â
ê° oh, and i ainât been lonely since you said goodbye; i wish i could say i miss you, but you know i never lie ê±
ê° yeah, i met somebody too, sheâs a model out in l.a. ê±
ê° and sheâs begging me to move, she says malibu is really great ê±
ê° ainât decided if iâm going or not, but at the end of the dayâŠê±
âthanks. i met someone too, you know. her nameâs emily. she lives in the dallas area, does modeling for a couple magazines out there. she says itâs really great.â
your throat squeezes even tighter; you know heâs trying to get a ride out of you on purpose now. you know, deep down, that youâve hurt him by going out with scott. you steel yourself before responding. âoh, yeah? you gonna sell your place in little rock?â he half scoffs, expecting a different reaction. âainât decided yet. but at the end of the day, iâm good wherever i am.â
you give him a half-hearted grin, already starting to slip off your stool. âiâm happy for you, ty.â you say before subtly bolting out the entrance of the poorly lit room.
the second you hear the heavy door slam behind you, you begin gasping for air. hearing how well tyler was doing without you was quickly sending you into a tizzy. you try to stall your tears and calm your breathing, but the air around you is too thick, your skin too warm, and the hurt too intense. your chest feels as if itâs closing in on itself and youâre not sure what to do, and then you see them. the other wranglers are suddenly surrounding you. ây/n? are you alright? what happened?â lily asked. you shake out your hands, trying to control your breathing. âitâs-â deep, shaky breath. âitâs nothing. iâm fine. iâm fine.â they all continue to eye you, not quite knowing what to say, until boone speaks up. âoh, shit,â he whispered, mostly to himself, though you all heard it. âwhat?â dani asked. boone looks at her with wide eyes, âtylerâs been in there for a while already.â
you finally get your breathing semi- under control and nod. âiâm okay, i just- tyler was telling me how well he and you all are doing and it just.. kinda threw me. but iâm alright.â they all share a puzzled look before looking back at you with furrowed brows. âhe told you he was doing well?â you nod once more. âyeah, said he sleeps like a baby, and that you guys havenât missed a good storm in weeks,â you explain. they all collectively scoff before boone shakes his head. âthatâs such bullshit. i had to share a motel room with him a few weeks back, he didnât stop tossing and turning âtil nearly four in the morning.â your brows raise. âyeah, and we literally missed what wouldâve been a stunner just last week cause he couldnât get his shit together in time,â lily adds. you shake your head in disbelief. âhe told me he met someone. emily, i think?â
âoh, you mean that girl he went on three dates with before he decided she wasnât what he wanted and sent her back to texas?â
now it was your turn to scoff. âwhat? why would he lie?â you had a little bit of an idea, but you didnât want to get your own hopes up for no reason.
ây/n. you and i both know that he told that girl it wouldnât work out because heâs not over you,â dani said. your eyes blur again. god, you really wish theyâd stop doing that. âi- i donât know why heâd tell me he found someone else if he hadnât,â your voice breaks as dexter quietly slips away from the group and into the crowded bar. âwho knows why tyler does anything? all i know is that he loves you more than-â sheâs interrupted by the heavy door behind you busting open. ây/n,â tyler breaths. youâre frozen, eyes glued to him. âiâm sorry. i didnât mean to upset you. iâm not with emily, and i havenât slept properly in months. i miss you like crazy,â he steps toward you hesitantly. âi promised you iâd never lie to you and i broke it. all i ever do is hurt.â
the dam finally breaks and your tears begin to soak your reddened cheeks. ânothing is going the way i want it to now that youâre not with us, with me. i just wanted you to miss me the way i miss you but i went about it all wrong. iâm so sorry.â
you laugh humorlessly, âtyler, scott and i were never serious. he and i both knew that i never got over you. i miss you more than anything. i miss all of you guys,â you go to gesture behind you, suddenly realizing that the rest of the wranglers had disappeared, leaving the two of you to work this out. you turn back around with a small, watery smile on your lips. tyler has a twinkle in his eye as he takes another step toward you, hesitantly reaching for your hands. âhoney, whatâll it take for you to take me back? iâm miserable without you.â his eyes are teary now, too.
your smile grows. âiâll take you back, ty, as long as you promise to never lie to me again.â
he grins, his smile brighter than you think youâve ever seen it as little tears drip from his eyes. ânever again, baby. i promise, for real, this time.â
your laugh is genuine as you lean in to press your lips against his for the first time in far too long. as you pull away, your brows furrow once more. âhowâd you know i was out here, anyway?â
tyler lightly squeezes your hips before answering, âdexter came into the bar just a few minutes before i came out here. he found me and told me that i better get my ass outside and try and get my girl back before it was too late. told me i had upset you pretty bad. i ran through the crowd as fast as i could to get to you; i had to tell you that i hadnât meant to hurt you.â
you place your hands on top of his, running your thumbs over the tops of his knuckles. âitâs okay. i didnât mean to hurt you either. i was just⊠having a hard time functioning without you and scott was there to take the edge off. i shouldâve known it was a bad idea.â
he places a hand on your cheek, squeezing your hand with the other, still on your hip. he brings your lips to his again, putting all of the unspoken words and wasted time into the sweet kiss. âeverythingâs okay, now. but you gotta tell scott that itâs over between you.â
you giggle. âiâll text him the minute we get back inside.â he lightly pinches your hip as he grins. âgood. now come on, sweet thing. iâve got a lot of time to make up for.â he slides his arm around your waist as the two of you begin to make your way back into the rowdy bar.
âhey, ty?â
âyeah, baby?â
âcan i come back to the wranglers? storm par is so boring in comparison.â
he laughs loudly before proudly answering, âabsolutely, honey. itâs great to have you back,â he responds before leaning in for one last sweet kiss.
ê° wish i could say i hadnât missed you, but you know i never lie. ê±
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Stray Kids Reaction | NSFW | Being Stray kids' Stress Toy (MAKNAE LINE)
The times you become Skz'z personal stress toy
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: What?! two updates in one week?!? Who am I?? Sorry for this taking forever, I was STRUGGLING with Maknae line. Like I knew what I wanted to write but the words truly would not come no matter what I tried. But itâs here itâs done and I really hope you enjoy!!
AGAIN THIS IS VAGUELY EDITED SO PLEASE BE KINDđ„č
Warnings: free use (literally all of them), sub/dom dynamics, subspace, nicknames, teasing, creampie, orgasm denial, voyeurism, overstimulation, cock-warming, biting, mirror sex, filming, bondage, blow jobs, thigh job, handjobs (It's 4am I'm so tired and definitely missing something, please let me know if something needs to be added)
Read at your own discretion
JISUNG
Han is another part of the insatiable line, another member who wouldnât pass up on a chance to feel you wrapped around him. Jisungâs favorite thing is cockwarming. Itâs like a game, he sits you pretty in his lap and neither of you gets to cum until he finishes his lyrics. To the others they think itâs torture, but to him itâs heaven, he gets to have you sit pretty on his cock and it forces him to finish his lyrics faster. At least thatâs what he tells himself.Â
He swears itâs only cockwarming, enough to help him focus on finishing his lyrics.Â
âCome on baby, just until I finish this part! Itâs the last one Iâm working on,â he pleads, hands skimming along your sides while you stand between his legs.
Each time you roll your eyes, because as soon as he gets his dick anywhere near you all other thoughts go out the window.Â
âYou and I both know you wonât be able to wait that long,â you say for what feels like the millionth time. You think youâd know better than to trust his words by now. But with the way he looks up at you with sparkling eyes, how could you ever say no?Â
You find yourself sinking onto him, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the way his cock fills you. Jisung lets out a low moan as you settle yourself into his lap, his own eyes fluttering. You rest your head against his shoulder, arms loosely hanging around his neck.Â
When youâre settled heâs quick to get to work, mumbling to himself as he peaks over your shoulder to write. You do your best not to think of the cock between your legs. But for as much as you tease Jisung for thinking with his dick, youâre no better.Â
Thirty minutes pass before it starts to get to you. You can feel the subtle twitches his body gives whenever your breath tickles his neck. Jisung isnât faring much better. You clench around him every so often. Your breath hitching with each subtle shift of his hips. Eventually youâre panting into his heck, hips subtly grinding into him.Â
âBaby youâre making this harder for me,â he pants, hands resting on your hips to still you.
âFuck the lyrics. Just fuck me already,â you beg pulling him into a rough kiss. He doesnât hesitate, planting his feet firmly on the ground as he begins to rock into you like his life depends on it. The force of his thrusts jolt you against the desk, making you scramble to balance yourself before you slide off his lap.Â
âSungie be careful, youâre gonna break it again,â you say through dragged out moans. The computer chair squeaks in protest, springs undoubtedly being put to their limit. You canât blame them, so are you. Your hands sit behind you to balance yourself against the desk, whining at the way Jisung drills his cock into you.Â
âIâll buy another one, Iâll buy as many as I need to keep fucking you like this,â he rushes out. His hold on you is firm as he fucks you in his lap. The way heâs gripping onto your sides, fingers digging into the flesh because he knows youâll love the marks it leaves. He drags you over his cock again and again, using you as his personal fleshlight.
âCanât get enough of this pussy shit, ride me baby, there you go. Fuck take it like itâs yours babe,â he moans out when you sit up suddenly, taking control of your movements. Itâs like your body has a mind of its own, your hips slamming down onto him.Â
Your thighs burn with every movement, but it feels far too good for you to care. Your hands rest behind his head, one hand gripping the back of his curly hair while your other steadies yourself on the back of his chair.Â
âJi- fuck! Baby please need it, needa cum!â you cry out, thankful for the fact that the entire studio is sound-proof.
âYeah? Iâll make you cum baby. Come on, cum all over me so I can fill this fucking pussy,â He growls, hand reaching down to pinch at your clit. The feeling sends you head first into your orgasm. You fall against Jisung as you cum, still rocking yourself against him as you feel him shake through his own orgasm. He bites his lip as he cums, still managing to let a few swears slip through. He falls back in the chair as he comes down from his own high.
âTold you you wouldnât last,â you pant against his shoulder. He huffs out a laugh, jostling you against his chest.
âLasted longer than last time, thatâs a win in my book baby,â he grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You only roll your eyes.
FELIX
Lix who makes you insatiable. Youâre not quite sure how he does it. But one look from him and youâre teary eyed as you cling to him, begging for him to stay in you. It always starts with a quick text, telling you to meet him wherever he needs. No one bats an eye when you waltz in during practice, lix beckoning you over with a crook of his fingers. When you reach him, heâs pulling you into his lap, your bottoms already tossed to the floor. Youâre not surprised when no one reacts at Felixâs moans as he fills you up.
âSorry angel, just need to cum in you okay?,â he pants, hips already rutting up into you. You can only offer him a small hum, brain going a little foggy with him inside you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, tucking your face into the side of his neck as you feel the pleasure overtake you.Â
âPromise Iâll be quick, angel,â he says, though he knows heâs lying. The thing with Felix is he knows what having his cock does to you. He knows he makes you desperate, mindless even. And he lives for it. The way you turn into a bunny in heat, Hips working desperately against his, though heâs not sure you even realize that youâre moving. Not with the way you stare up at him with a dazed look in your eyes. He can see the way all the thoughts float out of your head, all thoughts except fucking him that is. Hiccuping whimpers accompanying the sound of skin meeting skin.
âFive minutes, Lix,â Minho calls out from the other side of the practice room. You whine at Minhoâs words, clenching around Felix, hands clinging onto him impossibly tighter.Â
âHow do you expect me to not stay in her all day when sheâs clenching like that,â he grunts, hands gripping at your soft sides. You keen, your hips dragging along his in teasing circles.Â
âLixie,â you bat your eyelashes at him, mouth in a small pout.Â
âWant me to stay in our cunt all day, sweetheart?â He says, hips lifting to meet yours.
âYes, please Lixie. Please Iâll be good,â you beg, eyes sparkling with tears. How could he not give in to your pleas when you look at him like that?
Felix flips you onto your back, a soft gasp escaping you as he presses your legs to your chest, exposing your fluttering walls to him and everyone else in the room. He knows theyâre watching, they always do when they get the chance.
âGreedy fucking girl, you just love being used donât you?â he rasps, slipping back into you with ease. Felix sets an unrelenting pace, somehow hitting deeper inside you with this angle.Â
âYes! Love it!,â you cry out, face contorting into a blissed out expression. Your hands scrabble to hold onto something, settling on his arms as he holds you in place.
He smirks, glancing up to watch the way the members watch the scene in front of them. He lives for the way the members' eyes darken when they watch you. Youâre far too gone to notice the way the members are staring holes into you.Â
âYouâre so far gone angel, you donât even care that everyone is watching you, hmm?â he teases, tilting your face to watch the members. You whine, walls fluttering at the dark stares they all give you.
âOnly care about getting this pretty cunt stuffed, doesnât even matter where, either does it?âFelix coos, turning your attention back to him.Â
âNo, just need to be full all the time,â you slur, mind growing foggier by the second. Felix takes notice, picking up his pace easily.Â
âI know angel, promise weâll keep you full. Why donât you cum for me, hmm? Show them how pretty you look when you make a mess, yeah?â he says, hand reaching down to rub at your clit. The pleasure is heightened with how sensitive you are. It doesnât take long before youâre sent straight off the edge. You cum with a broken cry, tensing in his hold. Felix lets out an appreciative moan, filling you up with his own cum. Youâre still shaking as you cum down from your high, letting Felix dote over you as if he didnât just give you an earth shattering orgasm.
SEUNGMIN
Thereâs only one way to describe Seungminâs time with you: sweet torture. Seungminâs a hard dom through and through. When he agreed to the arrangement of using you that when youâre with him it's all about him.
For instance the outfit you wear as you stroll into the company building. Skirt barely covering the tops of your thighs, top showing off your plush sides just enough for his hands to fit over them, even the platformed shoes he bought you as a gift just so you can be closer for him to leave marks against your shoulder.
Seungmin loves watching you walk into the practice room all dolled up for him. Heâs quick to pull you over to him, hands grasping at anywhere he can get his hands on you. Youâre just as desperate as you reach up, pressing yourself as close as you can get.Â
It isnât long before he has you writhing in his grasp. The songs he was memorizing are long forgotten as he presses against your backside. He makes you cross your legs over the other, hands braced against the piano as he uses just your thighs to get off.
âMinnie! Youâre being mean!â you whine, still twisting your hips to have him slip inside you.Â
He clicks his tongue, pinching your side as he angles your hips higher, his cock now deliberately hitting your clit with every stroke. You can only moan, face contorting at the sparks of pleasure that shoot through your core.
âNo, youâre just being a greedy slut,â he grunts. Seungmin smirks, leaning down to drag his lips up to your ear.
âThis isnât about you. Let me have my fun and maybe Iâll be nice enough to cum in you, okay?â he says, hips continuing their unrelenting pace.Â
You whine, hands twitching with the need to grip him, but the pleasure is already making it hard to keep yourself upright. You know the second you let go of the piano, your body will crumple to the floor. Instead you lean your body back into his chest, his name falling from your lips in a desperate mantra.
Seungmin isnât handling this any better. Heâs thankful your back is facing him, that way he can hide the way his own face twists in pleasure. Seungminâs mouth hangs open in a low moan, cock twitching at the feeling of your soft thighs hugging his cock. He canât help but love the way you look falling apart in front of him. A stark contrast to how you pranced through the door, offering him a bright smile as if you didnât know exactly where youâd end up. Clothes half pulled off, hands clutching at the top of the piano, no doubt ruining the sheet music heâd spent hours adding notes to. And it's all for him. All he has to do is send you a text, and youâre ready to be used by him. That thought alone is what pushes him over the edge.
âFuck,â he mutters out, the only warning he can give you, unable to stop himself from cumming. You gasp at the feeling of warmth leaking against you, still partially delirious from the pleasure.
âMinnie!â you sob as you look down, watching his cum leak across your thighs, hitting the top of the piano. His hips still buck against you, hands keeping you firmly in place while he rides out his own high.Â
âYou said if I was good-â you cry, falling back against him again, core throbbing with the need to have him in you.Â
âYou were good, but I never said when I would cum in you pup,â he laughs against your neck. He finally pulls himself away from you, leaving you to balance on your legs that feel like theyâve turned to jello. You shiver glancing up at him with teary eyes as you struggle to regain your composure. He only grins at your pout, hand reaching up to smooth out your top.
âMaybe later. Now fix your clothes and letâs go.â
JEONGIN
Innie, youâve come to find out over the past few months is quite literally insatiable.
Jeongin for the most part doesnât call on you for stress relief, and when he does itâs usually quickies in the form of handjobs or using your mouth right before he leaves for a shoot. But the first time you joined them on tour was something youâll never forget. It was the night after their third show and heâd texted you to come to his hotel room. Youâd found him sitting on his bed, towel lazily wrapped around his hips as he palmed himself.Â
âCome here. Need you, now.â he calls out, flicking the wet hair out of his eyes. The way his sharp gaze watches you leaves no room for arguing. You stand in between his legs, ready to drop to your knees when he tugs you to him, manhandling you underneath him. You let out a quiet gasp as you look up at him with wide eyes. He smirks, leaning down to whisper in your ear,Â
âWhat is it? Didnât think I could be like Channie or Minho Hyung, hmm? His voice tickles your ear. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, his grin widens in response. His next words send shivers down your spine.Â
âTrust me baby, Iâm a lot worse."
The room is filled with the sound of Jeonginâs hips meeting your ass, but to be quite honest you canât hear much of whatâs going on around you. With your face pressed into the sheets, the only sound you can really hear is your muffled cries as Jeongin uses you. The robe belt Jeongin had woven around your wrists and ankles digs into your skin from the hogtie position he keeps you in. Your arms are tied behind your back, fists clenched at the small of your back. Your legs tremble with the need to close them, instead theyâre forced to stay spread and bent at the knee. Your muscles ache from how long youâve been held like this.Â
You know youâll be sore and bruised tomorrow morning, but with the way Jeongin thrusts into you canât find it in you enough to care right now.
âInnie- fuck, Innie please,â you sob out, as he drives his cock into your sweet spot relentlessly.Â
He grips the knot at the base of your hips, tugging on it until your front arches off the bed.Â
âGo on, you can cum again. Just know Iâm gonna keep fucking you until Iâm done,â he says, his hips somehow driving into you harder.
The scream you let out is embarrassing. But the orgasm that rips through you has you shaking harder in Jeonginâs hold. Your walls spasming as you feel yourself gushing around Jeonginâs cock. You can feel the wetness that coats your inner thighs from you squirting. Youâre still writhing in Jeonginâs hold. Little aftershocks make you cry into the sheets with each of Jeonginâs thrusts. He groans, hips slowing to a shallow grind as he watches you cum around him. He leans down, panting into your ear heavily. Despite the intense orgasm you just felt, you canât help the way you twitch at his next words.Â
âLook at that⊠I didnât know you could squirt baby, how many times do you think I can make you do that for me before the sun comes up?â he asks, grinning at the way your body responds to him.
Dividers by : @/cafekitsune
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Hello! Im the anon who asked for a fic with rivaly at college đ OMG! I love what this turned in to. You are an incredible writer!! I hope you know that. You have me hooked. You write dialog amazingly. It feels so real. Never stop writing!!
Can you write something about when she get jealous? Maybe when he is in the NBA?
Hope you have a great day!
Love from Sweden
HIII omg itâs such a good premise!! i remember being in love with it the second i read your ask đââïž thank you so much đ iâm so touched that people like the au and want more of it đ„č
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rafe can get wildly, intensely jealous. and while they often joke about how similar they are, thatâs one trait she doesnât share with him. until he gets signed and moves away.
he doesnât have as much time for texts and calls. heâs training with his new team, working up to the season. she gets it. or at least, she tries to.
she already had unwelcome thoughts swimming in her head when he had been signed to a team states away about him getting lost in the fame and potentially being unfaithful. she never worried about him cheating before. and she hates that sheâs doing it now.
but she tries to keep it in. things between them are already tense. accusing him of something just because sheâs insecure isnât fair and will likely just push him away.
then, she visits him. they share their first i love youâs. theyâre in a good place.
but when the season starts, thatâs another story. itâs surreal seeing her boyfriend play on tv on such a massive scale, thousands of seats surrounding the court filled. sheâs so happy for him and whenever the camera focuses on him, she can tell heâs nervous and she loves that sheâs the only one in the world who knows it.
but then between periods, she catches glimpses of his teamâs cheerleaders before the cuts to commercial. and she canât lie to herself that these girls are beautiful. and she wonders if maybe he already lived out the college fantasy. maybe now that heâs a professional player, heâll have his eyes on professional cheerleaders. or really, any girl, because sheâs sure he could get any girl he wants.
as the season goes on, because she likes to keep up with the nba on social media, specifically him and his team, her tiktok automatically shows her videos and edits of her boyfriend, some comments from fans about how heâs the next best thing, but most from girls going crazy over how hot he is.
it puts her into a funk. he sees gorgeous cheerleaders at every game. he gets comments on his instagram from beautiful girls. the internet is losing their mind over him. how can she possibly compare?
so, the next night sheâs on facetime with him, she canât hold it back any longer. after they talk about their days, she starts to pick at a string on her shirt, looking down.
âsoâŠâ she says. âdo you ever get a chance to talk to the cheerleaders?â
rafe looks at her with knitted brows. sheâs been off since she picked up the phone, seemingly mad at him. itâs not like them to not be direct.
âbaby, whatâs wrong?â he asks.
ânothing,â she lies. âjust wondering if you ever talk to them. theyâre good dancers.â
he hates the way her lips are turned into a frown, her eyes off the screen.
âi only wanna talk to one cheerleader and sheâs pretending sheâs not mad at me right now,â he says.
this earns a smirk from her.
âtheyâre all so pretty,â she says. âiâm not blind. and youâre not, either. thereâs no way you havenât noticed them.â
âi moved here to play,â rafe tells her.
âand you know girls online are going crazy for you,â she continues. âdonât act like you havenât seen all the comments on your instagram.â
rafe studies her image on the screen.
âyou know you have nothing to be jealous of, right?â he says. he hates to admit it, but itâs kind of flattering, especially because she isnât usually the intensely jealous type. it shows him she still wants him.
she sighs. of course he sees right through her. not like sheâs being subtle anyway.
âi do, though,â she says. âand maybe itâs stupid to talk about because iâm annoying you and making you feel like i donât trust-â
âyouâre not annoying me,â he interrupts. âyouâre being really cute, actually.â
âcute,â she scoffs, her eyes still low.
âlook at yourself on your phone,â he says. she rolls her eyes and obliges, gazing at her reflection on the screen.
ânow what?â she mumbles.
âif you canât see how beautiful you are, maybe you are blind,â he says.
âstop,â she laughs softly. âitâs not that i donât trust you. itâs just that⊠it has to feel like a waste to be getting all this attention and ignoring it all because of some girl back home, doesnât it?â
âsome girl,â he echoes. âyou think youâre just some girl?â
she shrugs. his chest aches.
âyouâre my best friend,â he says. âi wouldnât fuck this up for anything or anyone in the world. youâre it for me.â
her vision blurs with tears. she flattens her lips together and finally nods.
âsorry,â she says weakly.
âfor what?â
âfor being so jealous.â
âi already told you itâs cute,â he says. she smiles again.
âi love you, okay?â she mumbles.
âi love you, too, okay?â he teases.
they talk for another hour, then she tells him she needs to go to sleep so sheâs not totally exhausted for her morning lecture. he has the day off the next day, so he stays up a bit longer on his phone after they hang up.
when she wakes up, she sees hundreds of instagram notifications on her phone. rafe posted a photo of them from the last time she visited, tagging her with the caption: All I need.
before she even gets out of bed, sheâs crying. because of how good he is to her. because heâs telling the world he belongs to someone already. because sheâs sure that he loves her just as much as she loves him.
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How An Author Would Describe You & Your Person â àŒ àżàŸă
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This is actually a very cute energy đ„č. If you were in a book, I think the book itself would be about your child/children but you and your person would play such a huge part in it.
An author would describe the two of you as a couple that had been through so much but came out of all of it stronger than ever. Maybe the two of you got together very young and struggled through some of the most transformative years of your life together, loving each other through a million different stages as you worked to find yourselves and each other. An author would write a lot about the bond the two of you share, the way itâs almost like you can read each others minds and understand each other on a level that is rare and beautiful. An author might write about financial struggles or loss that you may have faced together early in your relationship and how those struggles shaped each of you and your relationship as a whole for the better. Thereâs a strength and stability in your relationship because you survived your lowest points together and loved each other through your worst moments so you could become your best selves together.
Because this books seems to be from the POV of your child, it seems as though your relationship and the strength/stability of it would be referenced a lot in this book. You and your partner would be written in as voices of wisdom and words of advice when it was needed, helping guide the story in the right direction and give the reader hope and a sense of peace. I heard âthe book wouldnât feel whole without youâ for some readers, youâd make the book really worth reading.
Pile 2 àż
An author would describe this love as a beautiful, all encompassing kind of love. Possibly a first love, the kind of love that you only feel once. Thereâs a rush of so much emotion and excitement but also fear of the unknown. This love is about embracing the uncertain and opening yourself up to another person in a way you havenât opened up to someone before. Laying all your cards out on the table and hoping the other person is prepared to do the same. This love would be described as watching curiosity and infatuation bloom into love and admiration for someone that youâll never get tired of getting to know. Itâs about taking someone in for all that they are, mind, body, and soul.
This love would be described one of the most beautiful things that we get to experience as humans and part of what makes life so worth living, written as every beautiful emotion that makes all pain and suffering that we face at some point so worth it. I think you would be the author of the book this love is written in, writing from a place of wisdom and looking back on the past and everything that made you the person you become to be, writing about all the moments in your life that shaped you as a human and shaped you for better or for worse.
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This love is a love you havenât found yet. Some of you may be going through heartbreak and I think this reading is meant as a beacon of hope, your guides reminded you that there is better for you out there and it will come when you least expect it. I heard âdonât hold on so tightly to something that no longer serves youâ
This love would he written as devotion and certainty from the point of first eye contact. A love that never weavers and doesnât leave room for any doubt. A love that you are deserving of. This love is a love worth fighting for. This is something youâve dreamed about since you were a child, to finally receive everything youâve been giving for so many years. It would be written as kind, gentle, forgiving, safe. This love is pure happiness and bliss and you will never be left doubting it or wishing for more.
This book would be a fantasy or fairytale book. Filled with beautiful scenery. You and your person would be apart of some sort of series of books, a couple that readers root for and want to see succeed. The book would provide readers with the same sense of comfort and safety that you and your person provide each other with. Stories of your love would give readers hope for themselves and their future.
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All She Wants, Part Two
Summary: Y/N decides to leave the bunker for good when Dean reiterates that he can never give her what she wants. Struggling to adjust without her, Dean turns to hormone suppressants, unable to stomach the thought of going through a rut with anyone else.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only
Bingo Square: Hormone Suppressants for @j3bingo
Warnings: omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, angst, arguments, heats, ruts, language, Deanâs still a bit of an asshole.
Word Count: 4.2k
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Being back in the bunker is suffocating, and you havenât even been back twelve hours yet. The mild cramps in your stomach are now an annoying and constant discomfort, and being near Dean is only making it worse. Your body is so used to the green-eyed hunter that his scent has you craving him. If you donât get out of here and find another alpha, you know youâll cave and go to the man who keeps breaking your heart.
Digging into the depths of your meagre closet, you pull out one of the few dresses you have and get ready to have a night on the town. Itâs nerve-wracking; you havenât done this in a long time, but you need to kick old habits and rid yourself of your addiction to Dean. Itâs no longer a healthy relationshipâmaybe it never had beenâbut your last time together opened your eyes and proved that he doesnât see you as anything other than a fuck toy.
Walking through the hallways of the bunker, your heels click loudly on the cold, concrete floors as you head towards the library. You know at least one of the boys will be there, and you pray to Chuck itâs Sam. Youâd skip this part entirely, given itâs none of their business, but as an unmated omega going to find someone to satisfy a heat, itâs probably best that someone knows your intentions.
As you turn the corner into the room, the scent of Deanâs agitation slaps you in the face. If youâre not careful and canât control your emotions, itâll end in a fight and a tumble in the sheets, and thatâs really the last thing you need.
âWhere are you going dressed like that?â Dean asks as soon as he sets eyes on you.
âOut,â you respond.
âYouâre in heat, Omega,â Dean growls.
âIâm aware,â you can feel your body warm as his gaze on you intensifies.
âDo you think itâs wise to go out in your condition?â Dean questions, and you fight your biological instinct to shrink in on yourself and submit to him.Â
âI need to find an alpha whoâll help me through this, so yes, I do think itâs wise.â
âYou have me, Y/N.â Deanâs tone softens, and the hurt that flashes in his eyes almost makes you run to him.
âNo, I donât. Not anymore.â You donât wait for his response, walking out of the library and up the stairs because youâre so close to saying screw it and making him take you right there in the library.
âIâll be back in a few days,â you call out and shut the bunker door behind you.
You know you wonât find what youâre looking for in the bar a few towns over, but at least youâll find someone who can scratch your current itch and make you forget about Dean fucking Winchester.
At least for a few days.
DEANâS POV
Dean feels his heart shatter as he watches Y/N walk out the door. This isnât how he wanted things to go with her. He wanted to talk to her and apologise for his behaviour during his last rut. At least if heâd done that, there was a chance they could still have some kind of relationship.
What they had is gone. He knows that. Heâs hurt her too much. If heâd dealt with things differently, theyâd still have had the potential to at least be civil to one another, but his gutâs telling him that the opportunity for civility has gone.
He canât blame himself entirely; she hasnât let herself be alone with him since heâd realised how much of an asshole heâd been to her. Dean had expected her to come to him last night when the scent of her heat became stronger and carried through the bunker, but sheâd remained shut in her bedroom. He isnât even sure sheâd eaten since yesterday morning.
âHey,â Sam says as he sits beside his brother and hands him a beer. âI heard you and Y/N talking. You alright?â
âNo, Sammy, Iâm not. You know, it never once occurred to me that what Y/N and I had could end?â
âIt doesnât have to,â Sam says softly, noticing tears in Deanâs eyes.
âYeah, it does. I canât give her what she wantsââ
âCanât or wonât?â Sam interrupts, and Deanâs heart pangs at the implication heâs being his usual stubborn ass alpha self.
âI canât, Sam.â Dean didnât usually show his vulnerabilities to Sam. Heâs the pack leader and canât afford to show weakness. The only person heâs ever shown vulnerability to is Y/N.
âWhy?â Samâs question is simple, but the weight of the answer is something Deanâs not sure heâs ready to admit out loud.
âItâs complicated,â Dean answers and takes a long swig of beer, drinking half the bottle in two swallows.
âEnlighten me, Dean, because from where Iâm standing, itâs not complicated at all. You already have an emotional bond with her. Youâve been mating with her for what, six or seven years? Why is it so hard for you to claim her, have that deeper chemical bond, and make you both happy by having a couple of pups? Itâd be nice to have some little ones running around here.â
âBecause the second I claim her, she has a target on her back. Sheâll become the hunted. Every monster on the continent will want to tear her apart to get to me. And thatâs something I wonât survive.â
âSo you do want to claim her?â Sam confirms, a small smile pulling at his lips.
âOf course I do!â Deanâs voice booms across the library. âI love her. More than anything. I always have, but I would rather die than put her in danger because of me and who I am,â Dean canât keep his turmoil to himself anymore. Now itâs out in the open with Sam, he canât shut the hell up. âI have thought of every way possible to give her what she wants⊠for years. Give us what we want, but in every scenario, she ends up dead, and I end up alone.â
âDean, if you keep going the way you have been, sheâll die, and youâll be alone anyway. And if you let her walk out of here and into the arms of another alpha, youâll still be alone.â
âI know that, Sam! But Iâd rather spend the rest of my life alone and know she was safe and happy with another alpha and a few pups than put a target on her back by claiming her! What part of that donât you understand?â
âYou think Y/N would be happy with another alpha? You think she wanted to go out hunting for someone else to fuck her through her heat? You think sheâs not wishing it was you? You think she doesnât love you? Because she does, Dean! Itâs clear to everyone!â Samâs frustrations reach boiling point, and he no longer has the patience to hold back. âThat curse she saved me from loosely translated to stealing what your brother has broken and making it yours. If she hadnât got between me and that witch, and Iâd been hit by that curse, Iâd have claimed Y/N for myself because youâre too chicken shit to do it. You know what that means, right? That even the witch knew you were in some kind of relationship. Even just being associated with you in the way she is makes her a target. And sheâs an even bigger one without a claim.â
âThen maybe itâs for the best that sheâs out there trying to find someone to take care of her,â Dean said, raising his eyebrows at Samâs exasperation.
âNo, Dean! It means that, claimed or not, monsters know what Y/N is to you and you to her. It means sheâs already a target, and youâve been protecting her from the monsters for a long time. Claiming her and having pups with her isnât going to change that.â
âLook, can we just drop this? Y/N is better off without me, okay? And nothing you say will change my mind. She deserves something good, and Iâm not good.âÂ
Pushing his chair back, Dean stands from the table and enters the kitchen. He grabs a bottle of Scotch from the cabinet and locks himself in his bedroom to lick his wounds.
It may not be the healthiest way to deal with things, but at least getting blind drunk on whiskey will stop the images of Y/N presenting for another alpha or taking anotherâs knot from playing like a video in his mind.
FIVE DAYS LATER
Y/NâS POV
âYouâre alive, then,â Deanâs voice greets you as soon as you step into the bunker.
âI am,â you respond, warily making your way down the stairs. Youâre on high alert, knowing this could turn volatile very quickly.
âYou alright?â he asks next, his eyes scanning your body for signs of injury. His gaze lingers on your neck, and when he notices it remains unblemished, he releases a breath, and his shoulders relax slightly.
âIâm fine.â It feels like you cheated on Dean, and it makes you feel so sick you want to cry.
âGood. Iâm glad youâre okay. I mean, you couldâve called. Let us know you were fine. It wouldâve stopped Sam and me from worrying about you every second of the day. For all we knew, you were lying in a ditch somewhere.â
âMy phoneâs GPS was stillâŠâ you pause and sigh, knowing you donât need to explain anything to him. âLook, can we not do this, please?â You plead. Itâs been a rough few days, and you just want to shower and sleep.
You stop next to him, waiting for him to let you pass and frown when he rears back with a snarl.Â
âGo shower, Omega. The stench of sex and Alpha makes me want to vomit,â Dean growls and walks away, leaving you standing at the entrance to the library, no longer able to keep the tears in.
The decision to leave is one of the hardest youâve ever had to make. The bunker is your home, too. Still, you know youâre no longer welcome. Dean doesnât want you, and youâve hurt each other beyond repair. You couldâve tried to sort this mess out. You couldâve done that rather than look for a heat buddy, but had you not gone out, youâd have fallen straight back into bad habits and Deanâs bed. You had to break ties with him completely, and the only way to do that was to sleep with someone else, even if it broke both your hearts in the process.
Between the anxiety from you and Deanâs argument after the witch hunt and your heat, youâve barely eaten for the past week. Before you leave for good, you head to the kitchen to grab something quickly, knowing itâs late enough that both Winchesters will be in their bedrooms, and you can eat and leave undetected.
âSneaking out on us, huh? Thatâs mature,â Dean scoffs, and you jump, startled by his voice coming from somewhere in the dark kitchen.
âAny particular reason youâre sitting in the pitch black, Dean?â you ask, your hackles raised and ready to flee if needed.
âAnswer my question first, then maybe Iâll answer yours.â
âCome on, Dean. We both know itâs not a good idea for me to stay here,â you reason.
âBut this is your home,â Dean says, and where before you only heard contempt, you can now detect hurt.
âNot anymore.â You turn to leave, deciding to just forget about food so you can get the hell out of here.
âPlease donât walk away from me, Omega.â
âI told you Iâm not your Omega, Dean. Youâve made that abundantly clear over the years.â
âY/N, please, sweetheart,â he begs, and you turn to face him, your anger rising.
âNo, Dean. I canât do this with you anymore. We canât keep doing this same dance over and over again. I want more. I needââ Your voice catches in your throat, and you swallow down the emotion that wants to spill from you. âI need to be claimed. I need to have pups. Itâs in my biology, Dean, and I canât change that. And I canât change the fact that if I donât settle down soon, Iâll go feral and die.â
âAnd youâre gonna do that with the asshat from the bar?â Dean spits back at you.
âNo! I want to do it with you, but you donât want me!â The tears spring from your eyes, and once again, you will Chuck, or whatever fucking angel is standing in his stead, to give you the strength you need to finally leave. To break this toxic bond thatâs been forged under false pretences for years.
âY/N, I do want you. I just canât give you what you need,â Dean pleads.
âYou can,â you nod with a tearful smile. âBecause even if it wasnât in the traditional way, you gave me what I needed for years. You just donât want to.â
âNo, Omega, please.â
âGoodbye, Dean.â
DEANâS POV
Y/N has been gone for two months, and there hasnât been a peep from her. If Sam has heard anything, heâs kept it quiet, and Dean hasnât asked. Sheâs turned off the GPS on her phone and removed the tracker from her car, and anyone heâs asked in their network either hasnât seen or heard from her or has just told him sheâs fine.
He misses her laugh and her smile. He misses her comforting scent that would linger around the bunker. He misses her soft, warm body sliding into bed next to him when sheâd had a nightmare or wanted to cuddle in those first few hours of her heat before her need for him changed to something more carnal.
Yet, never once did he reach out to her. Sheâd made it pretty clear they were done, and heâs accepted that. What he did to her was unforgivable. Still, heâs hurting, too and feels betrayed by what she did. He may not have the right, but itâs how he feels, and try as he might, he canât change it.
As the telltale signs of his next rut make themselves known, Dean knows this will be the hardest challenge heâs faced since Y/N left, but if she could so easily toss him aside and find someone else to mate with, so could he.
Standing at the bar, Dean preens under the attention of several omegas surrounding him. Itâs been a long time since heâs had so many women fawn over him, and he guesses that being with Y/N has kept them at bay all these years.
Looking towards the other end of the bar, he does a double-take. The woman has similar features to Y/N: same eye colour, same shaped face, and from what he can see, a similar figure. Itâs not her, but Dean is on his feet and making his way over to her before he can think twice about it.
âHey, sweetheart,â Dean gives the woman his most charming smile and feels his confidence soar as she giggles and looks down briefly before raising her eyes and batting her lashes at him. âThe nameâs Dean.â
âCarly,â she responds shyly, and Dean smirks.
âPretty name. It suits you, Omega. Can I buy you a drink?â he drawls, using his alpha tone.
âSure, Alpha,â she smiles sweetly, batting her eyes at him once more, and Dean knows heâs found a rut partner for the next few days.
âSo, whatâs your poison?â Dean asks, grabbing the bartenderâs attention.
âAppletini,â Carly says, and Dean fights a scoff at the girly concoction. Y/N wouldâve ordered a whiskey or an Old Fashioned if the mood struck her, none of this fruity shit that makes you question whether thereâs even any alcohol in it.
âWhiskey, neat, and an appletini for the lady,â Dean says to the bartender.
âSo, Dean, whatâs a handsome alpha like you doing in a place like this?â Carly asks.
Glancing at her kind eyes that remind him so much of Y/Nâs, he finds himself spilling everything to her. Heâs not sure why he finds it easier to talk to a stranger than his own brother or even Cas, but he does.
âLook,â Dean says after an hour of talking and a few more whiskeys. âI came here intending to find an omega to ride out my rut with, but I donât think thatâs such a good idea,â he confesses. âIâm not even sure I could⊠physically⊠uh, you know.â he chuckles.
âI think thatâs a wise decision, Dean,â Carly smiles kindly. âI donât think youâre in the right frame of mind to be mating with someone new. You havenât fully accepted that your mate left you, and it could be dangerous for both of us if we leave here together.â
âI wouldnât say sheâs my mate. I never claimed her, soâŠâ Dean shrugs, feeling a little bad for leading her on.
âDoesnât matter, Dean. You bonded with her intimately, and Iâm guessing you stayed faithful and only had her the entire time, right?â
âI only ever wanted her,â Dean nods and swallows another whiskey.
âSo, you were together like a beta couple would be, right? Like dating but not married?â Carly replies with a knowing smile, and Dean has to admit heâs never looked at his relationship with Y/N in that way before.
âI suppose we were,â he responds with a nod to the bartender for another drink.
âDo you know where she is? Can you go to her?â Carly asks.
âNo,â Dean sighs. âWe have some mutual friends, but they are very quiet about her whereabouts. Donât get me wrong, I get it. I hurt her. A lot. And I wish Iâd handled things differently.â
âYouâll get there, Dean,â she smiles. âAnd if you donât, try begging your friends to tell you where she is and grovel until she forgives you!â Carly chuckles and squeezes his hand. âIt could be an easy fix if you can overcome your fears. Itâs clear you love her, and if you can give into those feelings, youâll work it out.â
Carly hops off the barstool and pulls her purse strap over her shoulder. âGoodbye, Dean. I hope you find your girl and make things right,â she cups his cheek and winks at him before walking away and leaving him alone.
Downing the whiskey in one, Dean throws some bills on the bar and heads to the Impala. If heâs going to see himself through his rut, heâd need a lot of provisions.
It took six days, three bottles of lube, and the help of various knotting toys for Dean to come through the other side of his rut. He canât remember the last time one had been so brutal or unforgiving. However, now heâs out and can start taking the suppressants he got from the drugstore, so he doesnât need to go through one again.
âHey, you alright?â Sam asks, seeing Dean at the hob, frying bacon and eggs.
âStill feeling rough, but some food and fresh air should do me good. Please tell me you found a hunt while I was out.â
âYeah, looks like thereâs a ghoul loose in Stillwater, Oklahoma.â
âAlright, then. Weâll get everything together and leave in a couple of hours.â
âDean, are you sure youâre up for this? You still look a little⊠off.â
âIâm fine, Sammy. Just ready to get out of here. Been cooped up too long.â
For the next few months, thatâs what they do; move from small town to small town, saving people and hunting things, and Dean? Well, heâs just peachy.
FOUR MONTHS LATER
Dean always knew the suppressants would take some getting used to. Theyâre the drug store variety and werenât for long-term use. Still, the nausea and headaches are getting worse and are now accompanied by bouts of fever and a loss of appetite.
He knows his age probably isnât helping, and the fact heâs been rejected by his mate in a roundabout way, so rejection sickness has been on his mind the past few days as his symptoms got worse.
Samâs said heâs easier to anger than usual too, and Deanâs starting to feel constantly on edge now. He can only hope whatever this is will end soon because this fucking sucks.
Swallowing down another pill, Dean throws the pill bottle into his duffle so that he and Sam can get home, put this vampire hunt behind them, and take some time off.
Although sceptical at first, heâs now grateful heâd agreed to take a break from hunting for a couple of weeks to recoup and relax. They hadnât stopped hunting in close to twelve weeks, and he feels awful. A little time off might be just what he needs.
âReady to go, Dean?â Sam asks, frowning when he notices the pill bottle at the top of his brotherâs bag. The younger Winchester walks over and picks it up, huffing loudly. âThis is what youâve been taking? Over the counter suppressants?â
âYeah, so?â Dean replies.
âDean, these arenât for long-term use. Theyâre supposed to only delay a rut for a couple of weeks, not for taking every day. Why didnât you go to a doctor and get the right thing?â
âOh, because we have that luxury, Sammy!â Dean snaps. âïżœïżœDo you have insurance? No. Whatâs your address? An underground fortress in the middle of fucking nowhere.â Seriously, you donât see anything wrong with that? And they say youâre the smart one!â Dean scoffs and shakes his head.
âWe wouldâve found a way, Dean. We always do. These are probably doing more harm than good. I think itâs why youâre feeling off, and itâs only going to get worse.â
âIt canât get any worse, Sammy! Y/N left me. Nothing will ever be worse than that!â Dean yells as he grabs his bag and stalks out of the motel room, and slams the door.
Dean is agitated. So much so that even he canât deny it. And the more he tries not to be, the worse he gets. He knows itâs annoying Samâitâs annoying him, tooâbut itâs not something he has any control over. Everything is going haywire; his skin itches, sweat drips down his back, and he just wants to pick fights. Thatâs why he had a go at the idiot at the gas station and the douchebag from the diner. He blames Sam for that one. He wanted to keep driving, but Sammy just had to stretch his freakishly long fucking legs now, didnât he?
When Sam finally rejoins him in the car, Dean tries to avoid his baby brotherâs puppy eyes. He knows heâs fucked up. He knows he shouldâve found a way to get the real thing, but the fear of a doctor telling him heâs a lost cause, that because his mate left him would mean that suppressants canât fix him stopped him. Besides, it canât take the ache of Y/Nâs departure away. It doesnât change the fact that as an alpha, it was his duty to claim her.
âWhat am I in for, Sammy?â Dean finally asks, breaking his silence on his suppressant use. Heâs not sure he wants to know, but he needs to keep whatâs left of his pack safe. If this ends the way he dreads, he needs to put a plan in place.
âYouâll go into a rut that can only be satisfied by uhm⊠your mate,â Sam says, avoiding her name so it doesn't set the older alpha off again. âAnd because sheâs not here, youâll go feral,â Sam sighs.
âAnd when I go feral, Iâll be dangerous to any omega who isnât Y/N,â Dean finishes what Sam doesnât say.
âI think itâs already started. I can smell your rut pheromones, but theyâre⊠off.â Sam said.
âListen to me, Sammy. Iâm going to the safe house in Montana. Iâll let nature take its course. You will leave me there and take the Impala so I canât get out.â Dean begins, but Samâs quick to intervene.
âDean, no. I can track down Y/N. When she hears whatâs happening, sheâllââ
âLaugh and tell you to tell me to go fuck myself! I made my bed, Sammy. I gotta lie in it.â
âYouâre signing your own death warrant!â
âThen so be it!â Dean roars, but Sam wonât back down.
âI canât let you do that when someone can help you!â
âShe wonât come because she doesnât want me, Sam!â Dean yells. âHow many times do I have to say it? She left me because I couldnât give her what she wanted. For all we know, another alpha has already claimed her.â
âI have to try, Dean! I canât just let you die!â Sam is trying to stay calm, not wanting to upset his brother more.
âYeah? Well, maybe itâs what I deserve.â
âItâs not, and you know it. Iâll lock you in that cabin and take the car with me to keep you safe, but I will find Y/N.â
âFine. I canât stop you,â Dean relents. âBut when she tells you sheâs done with me, you will leave me there, and whatever happens, happens. Deal?â
âDeal,â Sam agrees reluctantly.
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I've got you.
Pairings: Casey Novak x reader.
Summary: Casey Novak's past definitely changed something in her, changed so many aspects of her life, there were so many things she thought she'd never be able to do again, like love someone or be loved. But that changed completely when she met the very clingy and lovely y/n.
A/n: This was requested by an anon, they requested some prompts and I tried to use them as best as I could; "The hugs that have you tugging them closer and closer to you that now both of you have trouble breathing and then pulling away laughing", "Snuggling up to you while wearing your hoodie that they look so cute in". I hope I did this right, because I feel like this is not exactly good, but here it is, some cute Casey fluffđ„č And I promise that more Calex, more Alex, and more Casey are coming soon. I'll try to finish the requests I have, and hopefully there will be more to come. Hope you guys enjoy this, leave comments, hearts, whatever you like and reblog so this gets some loveđ«¶đ»
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Throughout her whole life, Casey Novak was the type of girl that was energetic, her mother would say she was full of life. She was the kind of kid that loved hugging people, loved to make people smile and laugh, she had always been a happy kid. Growing up, she hasnât changed much, she was still pretty much full of happiness and life, even if there were a lot of things going on, she still tried to keep that cheery energy she always had. That was until she started questioning so many things in her life, and then by college, she met Charlie. Things seemed to be alright, she had met someone that loved her and that accepted her for who she was; at least, thatâs what she thought the first few months. She sometimes hated to admit that she was a clingy person, but she just wanted to show her partner love, but he pushed her away, he told her it was exhausting how energetic and cheery she was, and thatâs when Casey started changing completely.
After Charlie, Casey didnât really believe in love, she didnât really trust many people, she never felt like opening up to them, showing that side of her that she had loved. She focused more on getting where she had dreamt of, and then focus on her job. And thatâs how it went for a while. Joining Sex Crimes had brought so many memories back, she really didnât think how hard the job would be until she had her first few cases. She tried to act tough, she tried for the cases not to get to her, even if after getting home, sheâd do nothing more than cry. It was hard. But it was her job. And then, she met y/n.
It had been a random day, Casey was not even supposed to be having lunch at that time, but her arraignment had ended before time and so she decided to take the opportunity to get some lunch. Her card had declined, and she had forgotten to carry cash, but an angel had showed up that day and was kind enough to pay for Caseyâs lunch. And thatâs how it all started. After almost two months of coffee dates, lunch dates, dinner dates, etc., they finally made it official, which, it was a true surprise for Casey, because she never really expected that sheâd be this happy again; noâŠshe never expected she could actually be this happy, because this was like nothing else she ever knew. This was entirely a new feeling, which scared her the most, but partly, she was willing to try this, even if at the endâŠthis could end bad.
It had been a few months since they both had made it official, they both couldnât be happier with their relationship, already having their routines, seeing each other every possible chance, even the squad noticed Caseyâs change, whichâŠmade them happy to see her happy, though it wasnât confirmed, they had an idea of what was going on. Casey had been working throughout the whole day, arraignment after arraignment, she had a trial, and then paperwork, so all day long, she had been busy. The last thing she had expected was for her girlfriend to show up at work. She had been distracted with paperwork that she didnât notice her girlfriend leaning over the doorframe, smiling as she stared at Casey. She then knocked on the door and her smile widened as Casey looked up at her.
âYouâre here.â Casey smiled as she dropped her pen and stood up.
Y/n chuckled softly as she walked inside the office. âOf course I am. I saw your text, and I was sure that you wouldnât eat dinner and just stay here.â She smiled softly as she placed the bag of food on the table and then walked to Casey, wrapping her arms around Caseyâs waist.
Casey chuckled softly as she wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her forehead. âAnd you had to be my knight in shining armor.â
âAlways.â Y/n smiled as she pecked her lips and then hugged her tightly, burying her face in Caseyâs neck.
Years ago, Casey would have been the one to give a hug like this, one where she tightly wrapped her arms around them, but she couldnât even remember the last time she had hugged someone like this. The first time y/n hugged her like that, she had felt a bit odd about it and had felt bad about it, but she didnât tell y/n. But the more y/n, the more Casey got used to itâŠthe more she loved those hugs. Y/n squeezed, making Casey âdramaticallyâ gasp and they slowly pulled away, Caseyâs arms slipping from her neck to be replaced by her hands, laughing as she leaned her forehead against y/nâs.
Casey pecked her lips softly and then smiled. âIâm glad youâre here. YouâreâŠstaying, right?â She looked into her eyes, a hint of hope in her own.
Y/nâs smile widened. âYou really thought Iâd leave you here alone? I brought my own work with me, need to grade some tests.â
Caseyâs heart warmed at her words, her own smile widening. âGood, letâs eat first and then we get to work.â
Y/n nodded. âSounds great to me.â
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It was Caseyâs turn to do dinner tonight, it was their second week in their new apartment. Casey would be lying if she said she was not afraid at first of taking this big step in their relationship, the last time she had been in this situation, she had felt like she had lost part of herself. But after all, she had been the one suggesting this, because she had pictured herself living with y/n, waking up next to her, being breakfast to bed and just enjoying their free days together. No planning on âtoday at yours, tomorrow at mineâ, it was now âIâll see you homeâ. Casey was finishing up dinner when she felt arms wrapping around her, making her chuckle softly.
âYou should be in bed, Iâm almost done with dinner.â Casey smiled as she looked at her over her shoulder.
Y/n sighed as she rested her chin on Caseyâs shoulder. âBut Iâve slept enough. Câmon, Case. Iâm feeling better. It was just the flu shot.â
âAnd yet, you got the flu.â Casey chuckled softly as she turned in y/nâs arms. âAre you sure youâre feeling better?â
Y/n nodded. âYeahâŠjustâŠmissing you in bed.â She smiled softly.
Casey chuckled as she leaned down and kissed her forehead. âYouâre adorable, you know?â She then wrapped her arms around y/nâs waist and hugged her tightly, burying her face in the crook of her neck.
âC-Case! Canât breathe!â Y/n laughed softly as she wrapped her arms around Caseyâs neck.
âOops?â Casey laughed softly as she pulled away enough to look down at y/n, smiling softly. âGet back in bed and Iâll bring dinner?â
âDinner will beâŠyou?â Y/n grinned.
âNice try, you still look tired, baby. ButâŠâ Casey pecked her lips softly. ââŠmaybe tomorrow, when you feel better.â
Y/n chuckled. âHow come you get to take care of me, but I can never take care of you?â She raised her brow as she stared at Casey.
Casey sighed. âBecause I donât need to be taken care of. Iâm a big girl.â She smirked.
âOh, and Iâm not?â
âYouâre my baby.â Casey said softly as she leaned down to kiss her lips softly. Before she gave it a second thought, she picked up y/n in bridal style, laughing again as y/n squealed and wrapped her arms around her neck.
âCasey! Put me down!â Y/n laughed softly.
âNope, taking you back to bed so we can have dinner and watch movies.â
Casey had talked about it with y/n before, she liked to take care of her girlfriend, she liked to be the person that she needed, the person she looked for, and now that they were living together, Casey got to do all that and more, and she loved how happy y/n was. And she was happy too, she was the happiest she has ever been, butâŠshe was still afraid to open up, she was still afraid to show that side of her where she needed someone, where she wanted nothing but being wrapped around their arms. It was frustrating, because she enjoyed when y/n showered her with love, when she was being clingy, when she wanted nothing more than have Casey hugging her or cuddling her, but then she overthought about it, and she thought that soon enough all of that would end, once Casey opened up more, y/n would leave.
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It was finals season, so Casey knew that y/n would be extra busy, which resulted in Casey hiding the fact that she had been feeling sick the last two days. She woke up pretty early in the morning to leave, and come back home pretty late so y/n wouldnât notice this. She now sat at her desk, her hands buried in her hair and her eyes closed as she tried to ignore the agonizing headache. She groaned softly as she heard a knock on the door, looking up to find Olivia walking into the office.
âCaseâŠare you okay?â Olivia asked softly as she furrowed her brows.
âI uhâŠyeah. Iâm perfectly fine.â Casey nodded. âYou need something?â
Olivia tilted her head as she smiled. âYouâre sick, arenât you?â
Casey sighed as she rubbed her face. âStress and weather didnât exactly agree.â
âYeah, well, is that time of the year.â Olivia chuckled. âWhy donât you go home?â
âBecauseâŠIâm fine.â Casey shrugged as she grabbed her pen and tried to go back to her paperwork.
âHas anyone ever told you that youâre stubborn?â Olivia grinned.
Casey looked back at Olivia, grinning softly. âJust a couple of times.â
âWhy donât you go home?â
Casey sighed softly. âMy girlfriend will find out that Iâm sick.â
Olivia raised her brows. âAndâŠthatâs a problemâŠwhy?â
âI donât want her to worry.â
âSheâs your girlfriend. She should worry, and-â
âI donât want to be a burden to her, IâŠI becomeâŠannoying when Iâm sick. I justâŠâ Casey sighed. âI donât know. Itâs a lot.â
âCharlie. Right?â Olivia sat down in one of the chairs as she stared at Casey.
Casey looked up at Olivia as she nibbled on her lip. âYeah.â
Olivia nodded. âFor what youâve told me about your girlfriend, she really does love you, Casey. And you know what I think? That sheâd do anything for you, just like youâd do anything for her. And you showing that you need herâŠthatâs not gonna change the way she thinks about you. I think sheâll be happy that you need her.â
Casey stared at her for a moment, her eyes getting watery as she nodded. âI used to be a person who would love to hug people, you know? Who wouldâŠwho would be such a cheery and happy person. And I love making y/n smile and laugh. God, she looks so beautiful when sheâs smiling.â She huffed a chuckle. âAnd Iâm afraid that if Iâm clingierâŠsheâll justâŠI donât knowâŠâ
âSheâll love it. Because she loves you for you.â
Casey smiled softly as she tried to hold back her tears. âSo, you donât need anything from me?â
Olivia shook her head. âGo home and call your girlfriend.â
Casey didnât take long before she chose to listen to Olivia. She grabbed all of her stuff and before she left, she headed to Elizabethâs office to let her know she was leaving. Once she got home, she sighed heavily as she felt odd, this was not like her but in reality, she really did feel bad. She texted y/n and went ahead to change into comfortable clothes. She thought about making some tea and taking some pills to feel better, but as she took her time to do her normal routine after work, she heard the door opening and closing, making her walk out of their room confused as to how fast y/n had come home.
âY/n? I texted you likeâŠ20 min ago.â
Y/n nodded. âAnd you thought Iâd just ignore your text and come until later? Case, why didnât you tell me you were sick?â She said softly as she put her stuff away, taking her shoes off before walking to Casey, placing her hand carefully on her forehead. âGod, youâre burning up, Case.â
Casey chuckled softly. âItâs not as bad as it looks.â
Y/n tilted her head as she smiled a little. âOh, here comes stubborn Novak.â
Casey gasped as she smiled a little. âWhat are you talking about?â
âYouâre gonna say youâre fine, that you just need to sleep, and then you wonât let me do anything for you.â Y/n raised her brow as she grinned.
Casey stared at her and sighed softly, her hands going to y/nâs waist to pull her closer. âYouâre right. ButâŠI do need you.â
Y/nâs face softened as she stared at Casey, a smile appearing on her face. âYou do?â
Casey nodded as she smiled. She leaned down as she tugged y/n closer, burying her face in the crook of her neck. Suddenly, she felt emotional and once again, her eyes started watering. Y/n furrowed her brows as she wrapped her arms around Casey, cradling her head and running her fingers through her hair. She suddenly felt Caseyâs body trembling and thatâs when she understood. Y/n sighed softly as she held Casey, holding her tighter and kissing her head.
âTalk to me?â Y/n whispered softly.
âI-I need you. And IâmâŠI wasâŠI was afraid if I told youâŠyouâd see the mess I was. I didnât want you to figure out thatâŠthat what I went through had caused me so much pain and trauma.â Casey sniffled, her voice cracking with every word. âBut I need you. And I want to open up to you. And right nowâŠright now I feel so bad. I feelâŠmy whole body hurts badly.â
Y/nâs heart broke; Casey had cried in front of her before, she had been a little vulnerable, but not like this. Never like this. âBabyâŠnothing could ever make me change the way I see you or think about you. I love you. So much.â She kissed her head again and sighed softly.
Casey pulled away enough to look at her, tears rolling down her cheeks. âYou mean it?â
Y/n smiled. âYou knowâŠwhen you think Iâm sleepingâŠI can feel you pulling me closer to you. And at times, you do it unconsciously.â She huffed a chuckle as she wiped her tears. âI know Iâve seen most of you, maybe not all of it butâŠI want to. I want to know Casey. The good and the bad. Whatever you have to giveâŠI want it.â
Casey smiled through her tears. âEven if Iâm clingier than you?â
Y/n chuckled. âOh, we gonna have competition now?â
Casey shrugged. âMaybe so.â She smiled softly.
âThen be it, Novak. You win in court, I win here.â Y/n chuckled softly as she leaned in and pecked her lips softly. âSoâŠwill you let me take care of you?â
Casey smiled as she nodded. âPlease? IâmâŠso tired. I just want to lay in bed and cuddle you.â
Y/n smiled, running her hand through Caseyâs hair. âThen letâs go to bed. But, let me get the thermometer first and some medicine.â
Casey nodded. âSure.â
Y/n kissed the tip of her nose and was about to move to the kitchen but before she did, she grabbed Caseyâs hand and stopped her from walking away, furrowing her brows. âYouâreâŠare you wearing my hoodie?â She smiled softly.
Casey looked down at the hoodie and then up at y/n, smiling shyly. âYou mind?â
Y/nâs smile widened, and she shook her head, leaning in and kissing her dimple. âNot at all. You look beautiful in it. I love seeing you in it.â
Casey smiled and then walked back to their bedroom. Once y/n got everything she needed, she walked to their room and checked on Casey before she laid in bed with her. Y/n knew there was so much they had to talk about, but right now, right in this moment, she just wanted to hold Casey. The way Casey had wrapped her arms around her middle, buried her face in her neck, tightening her arms around her every now and thenâŠy/n could get used to this. She wanted this forever, she loved Casey so much that sheâd do anything for her. She was ready to love Casey.
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Yan!Boyfriend Percy Jackson headcanons? đ©”
â đ â lady l: here!! Hope you like it, anon! I want him, is it too much to ask? Sorry for any mistakes. đ„čđ©”
âtw: obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, implicit death and toxic relationships.
âđpairing: yandere!percy jackson x gender neutral!reader.
Percy is good to you, or at least, he tries his best to be good to you. He wants to be a good boyfriend and, if everything goes according to plan, your future husband. He wants to be the best in your life, someone who can never be replaced. You can't replace him. Never.
He tries everything, he does everything and a little more for you. Percy is always paying attention to everything you say, the moment you start talking, his attention will be on you and only you.
By always paying attention to you, and focusing as much of his attention on you as possible, Percy always knows what you need and when you need it. From knowing when you are feeling uncomfortable or even anticipating your actions. Like pulling out a chair for you or covering you with a warm blanket during cold nights. A real gentleman.
Percy is completely obsessive and overprotective, making the relationship suffocating at times. He just has to know that you're okay, he has to be sure that you're safe and that if something were to happen, you would call him without thinking twice. Percy is your protector, he has to protect you at any cost.
He is very sweet and kind, offering loving and encouraging smiles, looks full of devotion and whenever he has the opportunity, he will present you with something that he knows you will like. Especially if it's blue, anything blue.
Your relationship is suffocating, but you can't blame him. He has to care for you, love you and offer his entire being to you. Only for you. Percy knows it's you against the world and he will sacrifice the world for you if necessary. They don't matter, the gods, the humans, the monsters, they are nothing compared to you.
Your favorite moments are when you are in the water. He is a son of Poseidon, he is almost always in the water and having you there, wet and with your clothes stuck to your body, is paradise according to Percy. He loves to see you laugh when he splashes water on you or makes little waves with them, all to your pleasure.
Percy's love language is touching, not always with ulterior motives, but just because he likes it, because he needs it, to touch you, to know you're there. Always having an arm around your waist, or holding your hands, makes him happy because he knows you're there, just as much as he's there for you.
Percy is extremely jealous and possessive of you. He gets jealous very easily, it gets ridiculous, but he knows how to control himself. He'll just do something, to the person who made him jealous, if they cross him, cross you. You are an angel for putting up with all that, all those people. But don't worry, Percy will be with you no matter what.
He can't be away from you, he's too clingy. Percy needs to be close to you, and breathe the same air as you. If you spent all your time at the Camp, he would stay too, if you went to a school on the other side of the country, he would follow you. Everything to stay with you.
If you have to go on a mission, he will be with you. Percy will make sure he is your chosen companion, even if you has to have a third. Due to his overprotection, Percy rarely lets you fight. Even if you are Ares' child, he won't let you get actively involved. He can even put you in one of his water bubbles and send you to a safe place.
On the one hand, it is annoying but very effective. You don't remember a single monster being able to lay a finger on you. So maybe it's not all bad. After all, Percy does everything for love. Just because he loves you more than anything, right?
Percy can be a lot of things, very suffocating but he means well, most of the time. He does all this because he loves you, because he wants the best for you and wants to see you well. Your relationship is defined by your boyfriend's overprotectiveness and insecurity, but everything will be fine as long as you remain by his side. Never leave him or Percy won't be able to control his next actions.
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DESCRIPTION I Winning is great. But is it worth it when you have nobody to celebrate it with?
PAIRING I Max Verstappen Ă female!reader
WORDS COUNT I 1,8k
A/N I You can ask Bee, this came to my mind because the song was playing in the restaurant and we were like oh my god I have to do something. I can offer tissues if you need them đ„č
âMax Verstappen, you are the champion of the world!â
The scream that escaped from Maxâs lips were indescribable. It was a mix of happiness, relief and some kind of sadness that this was over. He had spent a whole year fighting for what he thought he deserved: finally being recognized as the best in his discipline.
And he finally did. Races after races, battles after battles, with celebration and disappointment. Here he was. Congratulated for what he did.
When Max left his car, he was immediately met by all the mechanics and people from the team that helped touch his dream. They were all there to hug him, to thank him for his win like it was only his and not their too. He kept laughing from being treated like a baby brother that they all loved and cheered for. He appreciated Christianâs one particularly. The one he saw more like a father than his own one.Â
âYou did it Max.â he told Max with such a big smile that for once, in a long time, Max felt loved and appreciated by the people around him. He made others happy with his happiness. Thatâs all he ever dreamed of.Â
To not be a burden in other people's lives. Someone they would rather get rid of.Â
As much as he tried to not think about it, most of the time, and act like it didnât matter if some of his friends couldnât appreciate his career or lifeâŠMax had to be honest. It still hurt to watch people leave.
When he turned his head to the mechanic that was talking to him, he saw Charles with his team. He had just finished second, after a long and terrible battle for the championship. He fought great. Max took a step towards him to congratulate him too.Â
But then he saw Charles kissing his girlfriend. Naturally. Because it was part of his ritual. Celebrating with the team, kissing the person he loves and then going to the podium.Â
Max decided to ignore the heartache he felt at this vision.
Not that he was jealous. They were a happy couple and he didnât fancy any of them. No.
But it was, again, just a reminder of how lonely Max was even in his greatest moment.
He wished he didnât notice that moment. Because thatâs all he kept thinking about.Â
When Charles finally was free. âCongratulations mate, it was a good fight!â the MonĂ©gasque said. And while Max answered, acting so confident and proud, all he saw was the lipstick stains on his cheek.
When he went to the podium to get his trophy, all Max was thinking was that he had nobody to lay his eyes on.
Oh how he wished you were there in the crowd, smiling and screaming your love to him. How proud you would be. How loved he would feel.Â
Max just had to hope the pictures didnât portray the loneliness on his face.
He really thought that the party would help. Being with all the other drivers, surrendering by his family and his friends.Â
It worked, at first. Max really forgot about the pain in his heart when he was laughing with his friends or when he started to dance with Daniel, glad to the media and all kinds of social media were forbidden there. He probably could have kept it like that.
If he hadnât seen you.
He wasnât looking for you. And you werenât even trying to be seen.Â
It just happened.
Even in his wildest dreams, Max couldnât imagine you would be there. The fact you saw him win the championship was pleasing. But then again, you were like a ghost. Not really there. At least not for him.
He knew you came here with your sister, who happened to be another driverâs girlfriend. You didnât go to many races after your breakup so Max didnât know if he had to be surprised.
You wouldnât miss the end of a championship that you followed all year long, especially from a sport you were a fan of.
But would you really come to see your ex-boyfriend win? The one that broke your heart so bad you lost any hope you had in love?
âSorry,â Max apologized to whoever was talking to him -he couldnât care less after seeing you around. And he started following you. It was stupid, he knew it. He had no right asking to see you after all he did.
But his heart was working faster and better than his brain. Before he could even stop himself or think about that, there he was. In front of you.Â
The FIA had rented a huge house that made everyone feel out of town. And the country. It was absolutely beautiful and massive. With a garden that would make formal gardens fans jealous.Â
You needed a moment out of this craziness. And the celebrations for Max.
You were far away from thinking the man you were trying to avoid had actually followed you.
âYouâre here.â was all you heard. You could have jumped from the sudden voice in your back. You could have been scared of not being alone in such a vast place. You could have screamed from the surprise.
But you didnât. Because no matter what happened between you, Max was still one of the few people you would trust blindly.
You didnât turn around. You let him walk to you. It was always the same thing with him. If he felt the need to talk to you, Max wouldnât stop easily. He would say what he had to say. Even when you didnât want to listen to him. Proof are the numbers of vocals and messages he left you after your break up.
âIâŠI just assumed you wouldnât.â He continued, indeed approaching you. You felt the movement of his hand above your shoulder but it never landed on your skin. Even him knew it was too much. âI thought you wouldnât want to see me win.â
âItâs not like I could choose the outcome of the race.â you laughed. It might sound mean. And Max, being insecure about your feelings for him, probably understood that if you could, you would have made anybody else win. But it wasnât right. Thatâs what you meant.
You finally turned around and faced him. âCongratulations Max. You deserved it.â was all you managed to say. Because seeing him in front of him was harder than you thought. He was the driver you saw on TV. The one so many people loved and supported.
He was Max. Your Max. The man you knew every little thing about. From the placement of every beauty mark on his skin, to the way he needed to see everything when you were making love. Expect for when the pleasure was too high and he couldnât keep his eyes open anymore. You remember feeling proud anytime you managed to make him feel safe enough to enjoy it.Â
So you knew that when he looked down, it was shyness. Which was kind of funny, now that you think about it. A two years past-relationship and he still couldnât believe you think he deserved this.Â
Or maybe he just felt embarrassed that you were still nice to him.
âListen, IâŠâ he started, still looking at his feet. Max was everything but shy. Everybody knew it. Well, he wasnât in most situations. But when it came to his heart, he was still scared to open it. Because it never ended well in the past. You were the best proof of this. If he broke your heart, Max broke his own with his decision.
But you stopped him before he could start. âDonât do that.â You said. And he recognized the broken tone in your voice. Which made him look up to you. âPlease, donât do that Max. Not now. I donât deserve that.â
Confused, Max took another step to you. But you took a step back. Like you couldnât be close. Too close. He didnât have that right anymore. And when you put a hand in front of him, like you were stopping him from trying again, Max knew he had lost every chance already.Â
âDo you think itâs fair to me that you come back now that you got what you wanted?â You started, with a shaking voice. You even close your eyes for a second, finding the strength to let go of everything you kept inside. â You left me, Max. You abandoned me! For your career. ForâŠfor this. You broke my heart so you could win the championship. And now that you have it, you want me back? Thatâs not how it works!â
He didnât need you to tell him to know that it wasnât right. To you. To him, either. How could he look at himself in the mirror knowing he treated you like some toy he could put in the closet for a year and get back now that he was done playing with his other game? That was not how he loved you.
If he looked silent and confused, Max was actually thinking fastly about a way to apologize and make you think about the possibility of just talking together again. But you didnât give me the opportunity. You were faster.
Faster at breaking his heart.
âAnd Iâve got someone. Itâs too late Max.â
You didnât say it as loud as you thought you did. It was almost like you were sure you wanted him to know. But the way Maxâs look changed, you knew he heard. And it had the exact effect you were scared of. It was a mix of being sad and feeling competitive. Which you hated.
There were too many moments where Max let his competitiveness take the advantage. Everything became a fight, a battle. From silly things like a diner competition to proving he was better than your ex or a guy that tried to flirt with you. Sometimes it was nice, most of the time it was just proof that Max would never change.Â
Until the day the competition was between you and his passion. A competition you didnât even start.Â
You saw that light in his eyes, the one he always had when he wanted to prove he was better. He was the one. The one you couldnât leave, right?
Funny how he was the one who left.
âDoes he kiss like I used to kiss you?âÂ
It was like a hit right in the heart. You even stopped breathing for a few seconds. You looked at Max with disbelief. You couldnât believe he would say that. Suddenly you were back a year ago, when you thought he was your world.
And maybe that was it. Maybe what hurt the most was that he was right about it. Your boyfriend wasnât him. No one could ever be Max. But you were not stupid enough to let yourself fall for those eyes again. Not after the awful last months you just had.
âHe chose me. Thatâs enough.â you replied.
And you left. Just like Max left last year.
You let him alone.
And in a world where he should be celebrating his title, Max wondered if he was really a winner in the end without you.
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