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dumpywrites · 6 months

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Two Days - Jungkook

Summary: He just wants you to give him two days. He'll take you on a few dates and you'll decided if you actually like him? Or not?

Genre/tags: mostly fluff, tiny bit of angst, friends to lovers, biker jungkook, jungkook is a goofball and a simp! :)

Pairing: Jungkook x she/her reader

a/n: this is my first ever bts/jk fic, I'm just trying this out since i have some days off from work, hope y'all like it <3

“Please?”

“No.”

“You’re missing out.”

“Jungkook, we’re literally in a Burger King.”

You heard the man playfully saying, “Yes, and?” in a singing tone. All you could do was rolling your eyes in reply. Jeon Jungkook, this guy who had been begging you for his so-called masterplan that he called, “trial date” for weeks, was now yet again begging you for a chance.

You could not exactly pinpoint when it actually began. He was shy the first time you met. You had known the rest of the boys ever since you met Yoongi at an art class. The cold looking guy who was surprisingly friendly and soft-hearted, later on introduced you to the rest of the guys. Jungkook was introduced almost a year later into befriending the group. He was a guy who went to the same gym as Namjoon. They became friends ever since he offered Namjoon a ride one time.

Being the youngest amongst the guys and also the latest you got to meet, you would think that his shyness would linger at least a little bit longer. Then again, if you really think about it, he probably only stayed quiet and shy on the first meeting.

The idea of both of you together was never mentioned until recently. Namjoon was the one who started calling out Jungkook’s odd behavior towards you, but the nail on the coffin was when you all got drunk at Jimin’s house that one time.

It was Jimin’s birthday and truthfully, you knew the guy was loaded rich, but you did not know he was rich with capital R. The selection of bottles in his house was pretty much unlimited from the ones you like to the ones you couldn’t even name. It was five hours into all the celebration and you all were blurting nonsense. You were tipsy, but still aware cause for some reason you were winning all the games that night and got to drink less. But Jungkook on the other hand, who was usually winning everything, was getting pissy cause he kept coming second after you.

“This is unbelievable.” Jungkook groaned, casually throwing the boardgame cards on the table.

“You just have a soft spot for her.” Jin shrugged.

“I do not! I just have a crush on her.” Jungkook retorted back, as if his sentence made any sense.

You heard Hoseok voiced a small “oh” with his usual judgy expression, and the rest were silent for a second, including you.

“I mean…” Jungkook tried to correct himself but stopped mid-way, trying to make up words in his already drunk mind. His eyes went back and forth to everyone before he scoffed. “You all act so surprised, as if you didn’t tease me everyday right after the first time I met Y/N.”

When the room was still silent, Jungkook realized he fucked up, his blurry mind completely ignored the fact that you, the subject of this topic, was in fact also in the room.

“Shit.” Was all he muttered before he excused himself to the bathroom, and did not come out for twenty minutes.

When he was done, everyone had decided to wrap it up due to the awkwardness and the absence of Jungkook himself. He found Taehyung and Jin sleeping on both sides of Jimin’s big couch, and a small smile formed on his lips, shaking his head over the dumb expression they had in their sleep. His stomach soon flipped right after he saw you on the kitchen, making yourself a cup of instant noodle.

“Oh, hey.” You greeted awkwardly. “I got hungry from all that drinking.” You shyly mentioned.

Jungkook only nodded and took a seat on one of the dinning chairs.

“You want some?” You offered, trying to break the ice.

“Y/N stop.” His eyes widened once he realized how bad that sounded. “I mean… I didn’t mean it like that?” He chuckled dryly, it was more of a statement rather than a question.

When you kept quiet but sat down next to him regardless, and ate your noodles, he decided you were at least comfortable enough to hear him talk. “This whole huge crush on you thingy… that’s not gonna ruin our friendship or anything, right? If you’re uncomfortable I’ll just stop showing up when you’re around for a—”

“What?! No! Jungkook, I’m not uncomfortable.” You sighed. “I’m just a bit surprised, I guess.”

“Why though?” He asked innocently, his big doe eyes looking straight at you, making you slightly nervous.

“It’s just… you do realize you’re quite popular right?”

“What’s that gotta do with this situation?”

“I thought I wasn’t your type.”

“You don’t get to decide that.”

That was the last civil conversation you had with him until he decided it was a good idea to cling to you almost every single day, pestering on the idea of this whole trial dating. Everyone other than Yoongi, who was neutral (read: don't really care enough to actually voice an opinion at the moment), was pretty much on board with his plan. You being single for a year now definitely did not help your case. They kept saying that you needed to lit up your dating engine again, so it wouldn’t be rusty.

It was not that you did not find Jungkook attractive. Heck, he was one of the most attractive person you had ever laid your eyes on. It was just, weird? He felt like a brother, the same as the rest of the boys. If you didn’t treat any of them different, then you should not with Jungkook either, right?

“Have you maybe considered that maybe she’s tired of your bullshit?” Yoongi blurted with a blank expression, as he continue to munch on his burger.

“It’s only been two weeks.” Jungkook protested. “Besides, you never know 'till you try, right?” He winked at you.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m good, Kookie.” You pinched his cheeks, a little bit too hard.

“H-hey!” He pouted, his cheeks forming even rounder. “Two days! Two days!” He suddenly shouted.

“Oh boy…” Hoseok side-eyed the rest of you, clearly done with the younger one.

“Give me two days, Y/N!” He said with his two fingers right in front of your face. “You don’t have plans this weekend, right?”

“Hey, maybe—“ Namjoon didn’t even get to finish his sentence before the lad interrupted.

“I’ll take you on two dates and then you can decide afterwards.” He grinned, as if that was the most brilliant thing he had ever thought of. “If you still don’t like me after that then I will gracefully back off.” He threw his hands in the air.

“You promise?” You suddenly spoke, after being silent for a while.

“Wait, you’re actually considering—“ Jin stood up from his seat, almost knocking his table.

Jungkook hurriedly covered Jin’s mouth, not letting yet another man finish his sentence again. “I promise!” He saluted, grinning so hard his cheeks almost hurt.

“Are you really sure?” Yoongi whispered to you.

You only shrugged. Truthfully, you were not sure either. But at this point, you just wanted Jungkook to get over his girl hyperfixation of the month. Which was, you.

You just did not buy the story of him being head over heels on you since day one. As if he didn’t look like a Greek god himself? As if you did not know how women and even men would kill just to get a taste of him. You just wanted him to get it over with, so he can realize how weird the whole idea was and went back to being the goofball friend you once knew.

—

Right, so.

Now here you were, basically having a mini dress-up montage moment, picking an outfit for your cinema date. Even after spending almost an hour getting ready you ended up with just wearing your usual crop top and baggy jeans, hoping it will be fine. Clearly you didn’t wanna seem like a try-hard. It was just Jungkook. He had seen you with pajamas and you didn’t hear him complain, so there shouldn’t be a problem. Why did you even go through the trouble to pick an outfit? You wondered yourself.

Ten minutes later and Jungkook was already ringing your phone.

“I’m at your lobby!” He exclaimed loudly over the phone.

“You’re early.”

“Just can’t wait to see you.” You could not see his face, but you knew he was grinning like an idiot. “Hurry down! Oh, and bring your jacket.”

You didn’t expect him to came with a motorbike. A huge one not to mention. Something stirred in your stomach for a millisecond seeing him in a leather jacket.

He took a spare helmet and innocently handed it to you. “Gotta make sure my girl is safe.” He sheepishly said.

You tried your best to ignore the nickname, and spoke. “I didn’t know you ride a motorcycle.” You said, taking the helmet he gave in your hands.

“I’m just too lazy to drive sometimes so I just lift on Hobi’s car.” He shrugged. “Why? Are you scared?” He teased.

“Of course not.” You said and put on the helmet. You did not miss his small snickers when you struggle to hop on his Harley, having to grab him by his shoulders.

“Okay, just wanna let you know, I drive like suuuuuper fast. So, you have to hug me to be safe!” He giggled.

You rolled your eyes, even if he couldn’t see. “I’m just gonna head back upstairs...”

“Don’t be such a sourpuss.” He chuckled. “I’m a good driver, Namjoon approved! But you can grab onto my jacket if you want.”

—

The movie was great.

And that was a lie, cause truth to be told, you could barely focus on the plot. Every time you caught a glimpse of the boy next to you, his eyes were already looking at you. While it was true that you had not been dating for quite some time, you could feel your spidey-sense tingling, as if you were to turn your head towards him, something would happen. Thinking about it was not exactly the best thing for you.

“We’re getting ice cream.” Jungkook cheerfully said, as you both walked out the cinema.

“That’s not a question?” You couldn’t help but to smile at the silliness.

“Not a chance I’m letting you go home yet.”

“Is this a date or a kidnapping?”

“Could be both if you want.” He laughed. “So…” He cutely put his hands in his pockets as you walked.

“So?”

“So… how’s life?”

“You did not just ask me that.” You laughed.

“What? I’m just trying to make actual conversation!” He laughed as well, but later on his expression softened. “You seemed down these past couple of days though?”

You tilted your head slightly. You didn’t think he would notice.

“You… noticed?”

“Of course I did!” He grinned, patting his chest proudly. “You didn’t talk that much at our last movie night at Taehyung’s. You usually love to debate after watching a movie.” He chuckled. "The fact that you're not even starting a discussion right now, is lowkey concerning."

That was because of an entirely different thing, but you chose not to say. “I haven't even told Yoongi.”

“Even if you tell him, he wouldn’t tell anyone either, so what’s your point?”

“That’s fair.” You broke a small smile.

“What happened?” He stopped mid-track, suddenly losing a bit of confidence in his speaking tone. “I mean, only if you’re comfortable enough to tell me…”

Your expression softened. “It’s a bit stupid…”

“It’s okay, I’ll listen!” He nodded towards you. “I’ll just quickly grab those ice cream and we’ll sit down somewhere?”

Minutes later he came back with two ice creams and a big stupid grin plastered on his face as usual. “Here you go, let’s sit down on that bench.”

You nodded and thanked him before following him to the bench.

“Come sit close to me!” He patted right next to him. When you only looked at him blankly. He added, “Please?”

You sat down close to him but left a bit of space enough so that your shoulders wouldn’t touch.

“Are you cold?”

“Uh… no.”

“Okay, good.” He smiled and took a big bite of his ice cream. “So, do you still wanna tell me? Or we could also just sit and talk shit about Jin while we eat ice cream if you don’t want!”

You smiled. Looking into his eyes, you could feel his sincerity. It could be just you, but you felt somewhat… safe.

“I used to date this one guy… We dated for three months before I ended things with him.”

You looked up to Jungkook, expecting to see a negative expression but he remained silent, only nodding to signal you to continue.

“To be fair we haven’t been in touch for almost a year, but he suddenly called me. He was drunk and said a bunch of nonsense. I still replied at first, cause I was worried for his safety. But after I found out he was drunk at home, I bid my goodbye. Then he suddenly said…” You took a deep breath. “He said that I’m a 4.5 with a bitch attitude and being picky won’t help me.” You broke into a sad grin. “It’s stupid, I know—“

“Who is this fucker? Can I beat the shit outta him? How come I’ve never heard about this?!”

“Probably cause this is how you react.” You chuckled. “It had me quite bothered for quite sometime, maybe the fact that I also haven’t dated in a while adds to it, but I guess I feel somewhat better now.”

“So that’s why you said you thought you weren’t my type?”

“Huh?”

“That fucker needs to get his eyes and brain checked.” He shook his head. “You know, it’s fine to not want to settle for less.” He said as he looked at the sun setting in the sky. “He’s just butthurt you don’t want him back.”

You stayed silent but nodded.

“His dick’s probably small anyway.” When you slapped his arm, he laughed. “What? Am I wrong? Why did you even break up with him?”

“He's sexist!”

“And his dick is small.” He followed.

“Jungkook!” You began to laugh as well.

“You know you’re easily a ten, but I’ll give a nine for now.” He said, pretending to be serious with rubbing his chin and squinting his eyes.

“Why? What deduct the one point?”

“Cause you haven’t like me back yet.”

“God, make that at least five points then, I hate you.” You rolled your eyes, but laughed.

He smiled softly. “Feeling better?”

“Well, I guess? But now my ice cream's all melty.” You pouted, trying to lick some that was melting down the cone.

“That’s why you eat fast like me.” He proudly said.

“And have stomach problem? No thanks.”

“Here let me just…” He licked a stripe from your cone and took a big bite. “There.”

You were taken aback. So stunned that you could only blink a few times at him.

“What? Don’t tell me that turned you on?” He smirked.

“You… Jungkook, that’s gross!” You whined, which only resulted in his laughter.

—

The next day Jungkook wanted a full day date. Boy kept saying that he wanted fair chance since it was his last day. He already planned a list of things both of you would do and all, and the first being eating brunch with you.

“Do you really have to come this early?” You complained as you opened your apartment door for the guy.

When the said guy sheepishly didn’t move and enter, you raised one of your eyebrows. His hands were behind his back, clearly holding something, and you can see both of his arms flexed, seemingly grasping something tightly. You were searching for his boyish grin, but his expression seemed worried instead.

“I got you flowers.” He said, sounding discouraged.

“Oh?” You replied, but wondered why he just kept standing and not move.

“I found out last minute that you don’t like flowers…” He frowned. “Yoongi told me in the group chat after I got too excited and sent them a pic of the flowers I got you.”

He looked like a lost puppy, and suddenly you had the urge to hug him to ease all his pain away. You stopped yourself before the impulse got the best of you and you grabbed him by the forearm, dragging him inside and closing the door.

“You can’t stay in that position the whole day, you have to hand me the flowers.” You folded your arms, trying to hold in a chuckle.

“But you don’t like them!”

“I haven’t even seen them.”

He finally moved his hands and revealed a small bouquet of fresh daisies. It was a simple bouquet, nothing too extravagant with a brown wrapping paper. It somehow reminded you of his smile and how radiant he looked when he did so. Yes, you did not like flowers, they were unpractical, it felt like an unnecessary addition, a waste of space. But somehow you like it. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy and it was very pleasant. It made you wanna accept it with open arms. Truthfully, the description did not really feel like it was describing flowers anymore, but you decided to not further ponder on it.

“Thank you.” You took the flowers and sniffed it, before setting it down on your table.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know, I feel so dumb cause everyone knew already and—“

“Hey, we’ve only known each other for three months.” You assured. “Besides, it’s really not much of a big deal, I actually like them.”

“You do???”

“Yeah, they look pretty. I don’t know how long I can keep them looking like that though.”

“Oh my god…” He exhaled deeply. “I was so worried it would be a deal breaker or something. I was literally shaking!”

He laughed and showed his right hand in front of you, it was shaking slightly. You didn’t know why he laughed at it, you didn’t find it funny.

“It happens sometimes when I’m nervous.” He chuckled.

Instead of saying something, you took his hand into yours just by intuitive. It was impulsive, but you let go before he had the chance to intertwine his fingers with yours. He didn’t comment on your behavior, but a smile was still on his face as he waited for you to grab your things to go.

The brunch was on this small cafe near your place. You insisted on paying this time, since he paid for yesterday. The brunch was spent with him trying to sneakily hold your hand, but failed every single time.

Next activity on the list was buying clothes together. As cringey as that sounded, and you even almost opposed the idea, Jungkook said that he needed to buy new outfit and he wanted to hear your feedback. Plus, some of his clothes barely fit him anymore since he decided to become a gym rat.

“You actually look great in those skirt.”

“You’re joking.” You denied, but twirled around in front of the mirror anyway, while trying to convince yourself that you didn’t need the purchase.

“I’ll buy them for you if you won’t.”

“We didn’t have all those money-saving talk with Namjoon only for you to say that.” You folded your arms.

“Oh come on, you look great!” He pointed to you and his lips forming into a small pout. “Besides, we’re on a date today so I think that’s a pretty good excuse.”

“I thought we are here to help you buy some clothes, not buy me skirt that I probably won’t wear that often.”

“Let me spoil you for once… please?” He begged, eyes all sparkly. His lips shined along with his two lip piercings.

“Alright, fine... I’ll get the skirt, but!” You eyed him. “Only if you buy that straight-cut jeans you just tried before.”

“Deal.”

“That’s it? You’re not gonna argue on how those aren’t on trend anymore?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I was gonna buy them anyways. You were practically drooling when I showed you.” He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows playfully at you. “Kinda was just waiting for you to admit it…”

You only rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t open your lips to deny his words either.

After you changed back into your clothes and Jungkook paid for the purchases, he went back to you with a sly grin on his face and you immediately suspected something. He came back with a pair of matching string bracelet.

“You can just not wear them later if you don’t want to, but let me be delusional for today, okay?”

You both left the store after you let him put the bracelet on your wrist.

Next in line was spending time on a local amusement park. It was nothing too extreme, just a small carnival that has a few rides and snack booths. The guy kept insisting that you both should take a picture when the sun set.

“Cotton candy!” Jungkook sprinted to the booth like a hungry kid, his laughter could be heard even as him getting far from where you were standing.

You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you walked to his direction.

“Pink, blue, or green?”

“Blue, maybe?”

“Alright.” He grinned and paid the seller as they handed the blue cotton candy stick. “Why blue though?”

“Dunno, just kinda matches your outfit.”

“Sweetheart, I’m wearing jeans and a plain white t-shirt.” He giggled.

Which should be a crime! Cause who even looks that good in a basic white t-shirt??? You thought to yourself. “Your jeans, I guess..?”

“If you say so.” He chuckled. “Wanna ride the ferris wheel?”

“Being in a such small space with you sounds dangerous.”

“I’ll protect you, babe.” He winked.

“The danger is you, babe.” You mocked.

He smirked, clearly amused. “Well, at least I got you to call me babe, that’s a win for me.”

“You’re anno— hmph!” He stuffed a ball of cotton candy in your mouth, laughing continuously at the sight.

After wandering around for a while and finishing the cotton candy, Jungkook dragged you to the shooting game. You refused, saying how you never really win these kind of games, but knowing him, losing was never really his thing. You saw how big the main prize was and you know Jungkook, you knew his ego, you knew damn well that was what he was aiming.

“If you’re aiming for that giant teddy bear, don’t. We can’t carry that thing around...”

“You can’t tell me what to do.” He didn’t listen and instead paid for the game tickets.

“We can’t carry that in your motorcycle, that’s like another passenger!”

“Just watch me.” He smirked, already aiming with the toy gun.

You rolled your eyes, there’s really no telling him on this. “Fine, whatever.”

After just two shots, you hear him jump in celebration, fist in the air and the staff rang the bell for him winning the price. You were ready to complain, but the staff handed you a small frog plushie instead. You looked at Jungkook and saw his boyish grin, his eyes almost turned into crescents. You looked back at the plushie in your hands and couldn’t lie to yourself, it was very adorable.

“You didn’t aim for the grand prize?”

“You told me not to.” He shrugged. “Plus, you like frogs, right?”

“Well…”

“I wished I took a picture of your expression when they handed you the plushie.” He laughed, a soft blush decorating his cheeks.

You finally agreed to ride the ferris wheel with him. The park was going to close in an hour anyway, and you thought why not, it wouldn’t hurt anyone to go for one ride.

You sat across him, hugging the frog plushie on your lap. It was silent for the first few minutes, but it was comfortable, not awkward. You were just looking at the view from above and silently admiring it.

“Did you have fun?” He asked. Suddenly your attention went back to him and his smile.

“Well, yeah… I did.” You nodded. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me, I had fun too.” He smiled. “Everything’s fun with you though so I may be biased…”

You didn’t really know what to say to counter his words. You just smiled and went back to looking at the window.

“Mind if I sit next to you?”

“Uh… sure. Just be careful, you might tilt the cart.”

Jungkook carefully moved to sit next to you. He muttered a small “phew” as he sat down. “Wow, the view’s better here.” He said, looking straight at you.

“What do you mean? How—” And then it clicked to you. “Oh my god… shut up!” You hit his arm, and he laughed.

“Take my compliment for once!”

“Never.” You stuck your tongue out.

The ride soon came to an end. You remembered that you promised Jungkook to take a picture with the sunset, but out of nowhere it started to rain. Although it was just small drizzle, it’s hard to take picture and avoid getting soaked at the same time. You both ran to the nearest sheltered place, with Jungkook’s leather jacket covering both of you.

You said your sorry about his now wet jacket, but the boy did not seem to be bothered, as you can see how bright and happy he was, just from running with you under the rain. You sighed, but an idea came to you as soon as you saw a photo booth machine, not far from where you were standing.

“Do you… maybe wanna do that instead?”

“Photobooth?” He looked at you, as if he couldn’t believe your words.

“Why? You don’t want to?”

“No! I want to!” He said, almost too quickly. “But it’s just weird that you suggest it. But it’s a good weird!” He chuckled.

“I promised you a picture, so we’re getting a picture.”

“Aww.” Jungkook pout his lips in a kissy way, teasing you.

“Let’s go before I regret it.” You dragged him inside the booth.

The first pose you playfully put peace signs behind Jungkook’s head, giving him bunny ears, while he only stuck out his tongue. The second one, Jungkook made a love sign with both of his hands, and you surprised him with a middle finger, which he yelled at you afterwards, but couldn’t really continue to complain as the countdown for the next photo were already starting.

Since Jungkook spent at least three and a half seconds with his protest, you both were panicking for the last picture, running out of ideas. As the countdown stating two, he suddenly pulled you closer and leaned on your shoulder. The shutter flashed and the photo was taken. You were still in awe and couldn’t process what just happened. You only followed when you saw Jungkook making his way out from the booth to collect the picture.

The guy giggled like a highschool boy, taking the printed photos, then giving one copy to you. You stared at the last picture, how genuine Jungkook’s smile when he leaned on your shoulder, while you had your eyes widened in surprise. You felt your face heating in embarrassment.

“Ugh… can we just cut out the last picture?”

“I was thinking the same thing, I’m putting it on my wallet!” He said, eyes still looking up and down on the set of photos.

When you only looked at him in disbelief, he uttered a small “what?”, and laughed.

Both of you ended up eating some cups of ramen in a nearby convenience store, as you wait for the rain to stop pouring. He took you home right after, insisting on waking you to your door.

“Take care of little Kookie for me, yeah?” He said, pointing at your frog plushie, as you stopped at your unit’s front door.

“Why is he named after you?” You chuckled.

“I’m his father!” He pretended to be offended.

“Well, say bye to your papa now, little Kookie.” You waved the plushie’s small hand to him.

Jungkook felt his heart somersault. He turned away for a second, covering his mouth. He cleared his throat. “Well, uh… thank you again, for today…”

“Yeah! Thank you too…” You chewed your inner lips, hugging your plushie close.

“I uh…” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. “I just wanna let you know that what I said to you… about deciding whether you like me or not after the dates… I was just saying stuff. I don’t wanna pressure you into deciding your feelings for me or anything, I genuinely just wanna spend some time with you, and I’m thankful for your time.”

You nodded, smiling at him. Your eyes locked with each other for a quick second. Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was the moonlight, or the lamp in front of your door that you recently just got replaced. Either way, you could see the stars in Jungkook’s eyes and his skin glowed, but so did his lips. They were practically sparkling and glossy, you wondered if he had put any lip balm over it. For a moment, your attention stopped at his lips, just wondering how it would feel against yours. Would it be soft? Would you feel the cold metal of his lip piercing against your skin?

The man in front of you seemed to be lost in his thoughts as well. You swore you saw his eyes darted to your lips for a quick glance, before coming back to your eyes. Just when he leaned down a bit to your height level…

You froze. What was that? You felt your stomach turned, you couldn’t exactly point out whether it was due to nervousness, or if you were simply just afraid. You took a step back and your back almost hit the front door.

“You should head back, it could rain again soon…” You said, looking away.

“Oh.” There was disappointment in his voice. “Okay then… bye.” He waved to you awkwardly and walked away.

As you see his figure walking away, you went inside your apartment and closed the door behind you. Sitting down on your sofa, you put your hand over your chest. Funny how your heart was still beating so fast. You were panicking, feeling everything all at once. Nervousness, excitement, curiosity, but mostly fright. The unknown territory was making you scared. The new feelings you were feeling, you didn’t even know if it would be okay to feel it.

Still laying down on your sofa, you took your phone and dialed your best friend.

“You called.” You heard Yoongi’s voice from the other line.

“Why are you saying it like that.”

“You only call when you’re stressing over something, otherwise, you only text.”

You hate how smart and observant your friend was sometimes. “I think I feel something for Jungkook.”

“Isn’t that… I don’t know, good?”

“I don’t know… it just hit me like a truck, okay? One minute I wanna punch that stupid grin out of his face, the next thing I know, his lips looked so shiny and he got me wondering if his piercings would feel cold against my lips.”

“Okay, wow.” Yoongi said in amusement. “Care to elaborate?”

“What if I’m just… super horny or something? I mean I haven’t been with anyone for like god knows how long now, and I could just be desperate and Jungkook is good looking, extremely good looking may I add, and—“

“Okay, okay… Y/N, pause for a second.” Yoongi sighed. “So you think you might be just horny and you feel bad for it?”

“Of course I feel bad! I don’t wanna use Jungkook like that! Just because he has this stupid crush on me, doesn’t mean I can do whatever I want with him. I’m not that kind of person!” You exclaimed, the volume of your voice getting slightly higher.

“Tell me, how do you feel after the dates? Did you enjoy it?”

“Well yeah, I had a great time actually. I didn’t expect Jungkook to be that caring, and he’s actually very good at initiating conversation…” You wondered what else you could point out.

“During that time, did Jungkook mention or do anything sexual?”

“N-no! Of course not! Yoongi, do you take me as the fuck-on-the-first-date kind of person???” You said, slightly offended.

“So you like him.” He stated casually.

“I’m sorry?”

“You caught feelings. Just admit that Jungkook has officially win you over.”

“I… what…”

“I knew it. I shouldn’t have let you go on those dates, now both of you are gonna be so gross when we hang out...” You heard your friend groaned.

“I like him?” You asked, more to yourself rather than to your best friend.

“Maybe you should call Jungkook instead and tell him.”

You widened your eyes in horror. “No way, that guy only has a crush on me, it’s more of a hyperfixation, like I’m his girl of the month or something. I’m sure it’s not like how you think it is.”

“You should ask him yourself instead of making assumptions, just saying. And you know…” Yoongi paused for a second before continuing. “I think that kid is actually a good person, despite how dumb and annoying he looks.” When he got no respond from you, he spoke again. “Alright, I’ll leave you with your thoughts, just make sure you’ll talk with him about this, okay? Take care, Y/N.”

Yoongi hang up the call while you were still sitting down, expression blank, staring at the wall in front of you.

—

Jungkook didn’t text you at all after the date. Not like you text each other regularly, but you lowkey expected him to after. You wanted to call him, or at least text him. You wanted to say how you feel but you were again, scared. You began to think if you were reading it wrong. He was popular, you wondered if he just acted like that to everyone, if you were catching feelings, while he just wanted to hang out and have a bit of fun. After all, he never really explicitly said that he had feelings for you, all you knew that he admitted his giant crush for you while being under the influence of alcohol.

You never hear from Jungkook again until the next week. Hoseok invited you all to game night over his place. You wanted so badly to bail and fake being sick, but Yoongi picked you up, basically forcing you to come and face your problem like an actual adult.

With all these new and mixed emotions that you were still getting used to, the thought of seeing Jungkook in person sounded so overwhelming. He would probably just act like how he usually would, because of course, why wouldn’t he. After all you were the one who suddenly took a weird turn.

“Finally!” Hoseok shouted, as he opened the door for both of you and Yoongi.

“Come on, switch with Namjoon, he sucks!” Jin spoke while his eyes still not leaving the TV screen and his fingers loud against the controller.

They were playing Tekken 8 on Hoseok’s Playstation. You saw how Namjoon was basically getting his ass kicked, playing as a Panda character, while Jin quickly leading himself towards victory using the character that coincidentally has the same name as him.

Jin Kazama wins.

The oldest one screamed happily, while Namjoon’s protests and excuses could be heard very loudly. Everyone laughed at the two, so it was easy to spot the one who didn’t laugh as much, whose expression didn’t hold that much excitement, sitting on the edge of the sofa just playing with his phone instead.

“Y/N, come on!” Jin patted the on the carpet to the now empty seat next to him, since Namjoon already excused himself to get more popsicles from the fridge.

You followed and sat down next to Jin on the carpet, which was directly in front of Jungkook, who was slouching on the couch.

Sitting down quietly, you took the controller and beginning to scroll through the rooster of characters. You chose the character named Lili, while Jin stayed with his current main.

When you beat Jin and the sound of your friends cheering loudly was heard, you began to feel a little bit relaxed, at the very least you could forget for a moment about your situation with Jungkook. That was until, you heard Yoongi spoke.

“Jungkook, your turn.”

You immediately turned your head towards your best friend, eyeing him straight. How could he betray you like this was beyond you.

“Nah, you play I’m not really in the mood.” He rejected politely.

Your eyes went back to the screen because you refused to see Jungkook’s expression. You pretended to busy yourself pressing the dpad button up and down on the character choices.

“This is the first time I’ve ever heard Jungkook refusing a match.” Taehyung said while munching on his potato chips.

“Yeah, that’s so unlike you, man!” Hobi joined. “Come on, we all know you’re good, but Y/N doesn’t know that yet!” He added.

A small groan came out from Jungkook’s mouth before he stood up, and once again everyone cheered. Jin stood to switch seats with him. The man locked his eyes with you once, before sitting down and picking up the controller in his hand. He didn’t take too long picking a character. His choice landed on a boxer character.

The match went quietly with only the sound of the video game from the speaker. Your friends behind you somehow went silent as well, and the atmosphere in the room became very tense.

“Is it just me or it kinda feels like they’re actually fighting with each other…” Jin whispered to Hoseok who was sitting next to him. Hoseok only signaled with his hand shaking next to his neck to cut it out, while the rest only widened their eyes and try their best not to make any comment.

You pretended like you did not hear any of it and kept mashing the controller buttons. The milliseconds of your attention being taken away from the game gave your opponent a leaway to break your combo and finally beating down your character.

Steve Fox wins.

“All right, Yoongi you switch with me, I’m gonna go get some air.” You excused yourself and headed to the balcony, closing the door behind you.

Technically it was not a lie. It just got a bit stuffy with eight people inside an apartment living room. Especially when the guy you suddenly had feelings for was in the equation as well.

You searched your back pocket for your pod and cursed silently when it was nowhere inside your jeans pocket.

“Looking for your vape?” Jungkook entered the balcony uninvited, wiggling your small disposable vape pod in front of you. But when you were about to take it from him, he withdrew his hand. “I thought you’ve stopped.”

“I did. I only do it when I’m nervous. That’s why it’s a disposable.” You said weakly.

“I noticed.” He replied in a monotone, now pocketing the pod inside his pants, refusing to give it to you.

“You smoke, don’t act all high.” You retorted.

“Well, have you seen me smoke these past few weeks?”

“No, actually… yeah, now that I think of it, you didn’t even smoke once when we went out—“ You stopped when the memories of your date went through your head. “Jungkook, about that…” You bit your lips, nervously facing him.

He also turned his body to your direction, looking at you directly. “I’m sorry.” He suddenly said.

“Huh? For what?”

“I feel like I’ve pressured you into something you don’t actually want. I’ve been thinking and re-thinking about it the past few days and it drives me crazy. I may have feelings for you, but that doesn’t give me the right to drag you along to do stuff with me just because you enjoyed spending time with me as a friend.”

“Wait, Jungkook, I don’t feel that way!”

“I know! That’s why I apologize—“

“No! I mean, I didn’t feel like you dragged me along or anything. I genuinely enjoyed our date and…” You looked away, taking a deep breath before continuing. “If I’m not reading it wrong, you’re saying you truly have feelings for me?”

“Isn’t that obvious already?”

“Well, I thought I was just your girl obsession of the week or something… You have celebrity crushes left and right, okay?! Hell, you even had a crush on Namjoon at one point!!!”

“The Namjoon crush was a joke. Man just got some nice thighs and I was just admiring it.” He defended.

You took another deep breath. “Look, I’m sorry as well… the emotions were all just come clashing to me at once and I just told you to go home instead of dealing with it.”

“But, you rejected my kiss...” He said with a weak voice, you almost didn’t catch it.

“Cause I haven’t figured out what I want yet. I thought I was just so touch deprived that your lips looked inviting that day.” You admitted while cursing yourself secretly inside your mind. That was lowkey embarrassing.

“Try being me, your lips look inviting every single day!” He exclaimed, his mood now seemed to be improving.

“Be serious.” You hit his sides. He muttered an “ow” but you doubted it even hurt the slightest bit.

“So now you’ve figured out what you want?” His doe eyes looking at you directly.

“I’m getting there… I guess.” You broke the eye contact, it was a bit too much for you and suddenly you felt a bit sweaty. “But I think I like you too.”

“Say that again while looking at me.”

“Hell no.” You suddenly covered your face with both of your hands.

“Please?” He grabbed your wrists, softly trying to prey open your hands. “I just want to have the visual memory of it captured in my brain.”

When you finally loosened your grip, he took his chance and held both of your hands in his. He grabbed them for a few seconds, intertwining his fingers with yours, before letting them go. He traced his fingers along your right wrist where you wore the bracelet that he got you, the one he got matching with his, and then moved his hands up to cup your face. The entire time he did all that, you could actually feel the shakiness in his hands, and it melted your heart.

“Can I?”

You nodded and he did not waste any second before dipping in and closing the gap between you.

Oh boy you were right, his piercings did feel cold against your lips, but that was only for a quick second before everything felt warm and soft, and your mind became blurry. You were moving your lips against his carefully, afraid to accidentally hurt him by his piercing, but instead earned a small bite on your bottom lip from Jungkook. You gasped and pulled away, hitting his chest. Since when were you in his embrace? That you did not know.

“We gotta head back now or they’ll get suspicious.”

He giggled and kissed your forehead. “They’re already suspicious, babe.”

“Still, we gotta head back…”

“You guys done making out?! We’re hungry!!!” You heard Jimin shouted from inside the apartment.

Jungkook and you looked at each other with widened eyes, before laughing in unison. He pecked you on the lips one more time before running back inside with you, holding hands.

Thank you for reading! 🌸

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mangosrar · 10 months

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never say never.

matt sturniolo x fem reader.

warnings: smut. angst idk????

an: not proof read. more parts coming soon 😛😛😛

"matt have you seen my car keys" she hollered at him as she scurried around the kitchen.

"where are you going?" he asked as he peaked his head aoundd the door.

"i have to go home" she tilted her head and watched as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his hands on the small of her back, pulling her close.

"you dont have to go home, just move in with me" he brought his face closer to hers as her hands fiddled with the buttons on his dress shirt that was now creased and exposing his chest.

"i cant matt you know this, i need my studio" she told him.

"ill build you a studio here, hell id build you a whole art gallery if it meant i got to live with you doll" he moved his face to her cheek and planted a soft kiss there.

7 months ago.

just as she was bending down to press a display sticker to one of the signs, she felt a hard slap to her ass, spinning around she was met with violet smirking, leaned back against nathan. the two of them looked picturesque together. she wore a shimmery champagne dress while he wore a black suit.

"you look great rue" violet gushed.

"thanks vee" she wore a white dress tonight. it was a little more showy than she wouldve liked, low cut and short, but she had bought it last minute and didnt have time to change her mind. violet loved it, of course, she lived for dressing sexy.

"you did all this rory?" nate asked. gesturing to the room around them as he spoke. the place was heaving, every single piece of art in there was either already sold, or bring inquired for, thr room was decorated 'diligently' as her boss byron described. never once had that man complimented her so she was taking whatever she could get.

"yeah, worked my little ass of and byron wont let me display one piece of my art in here" she huffed out a breath rolling her eyes.

"Douch bag knows yours would sell for more than hes ever made" violet uttered.

she didnt even get the chance to reply before one of the artists was tapping on her shoulder making her spin around. "someone would like to make an offer on one of my pieces downstairs."

"oh yes of course" she turned back around. "drink, mingle, have fun. ill find you guys in a bit"

after an hour of running up and down the stairs, about half the pieces were sold and the place was completely packed. the smell of liquor wafted through the air, mixing with the loud conversations.

"hey rory" voilet called from across the crowd. she gently made her way through the sea of people muttering soft 'excuse me's to everyone. when she finally made it to violet she had a wicked smile on her face that made her suspiciously squint her eyes.

"what?" she asked apprehensively.

"nate has a friend here that he wants you to meet. voilets words were saturated with intent, but rory couldnt place it. she tugged on her arm, walking them across the room.

she could see the back of nate, standing and talking to someone. as he turned to face them she saw who she was talking to.

the man was taller than nathan, and more built. his stare was intense. shockingly blue eyes and a strong stubbled jaw. he had dark hair that fanned out around his head perfectly. he wore a flawlessly tailored suit, designer by the looks of it. she could see tattoos peaking out from under his sleeves onto his hands, gripping a hilariously small looking glass.

"sorry to pull you away from your fun, but this is my childhood best friend, matthew sturniolo" nate reached over, patting his friend on the back. "matt this is aroura jovans" he introduced her by her full name, keeping it formal for the time being.

matt stared cooly down at her, extending his hand. "nice to meet you aroura"

despite hating the sound of her full name, hearing it on matts tongue made her swoon. she had never seen a man so handsome in her entire life.

finding her head, rory reached out, placing her hand over his, the size difference was stark and it made his cock jump. "nice to meet you too Matthew" she replied looking up at him. "you can call me rory"

he had picked up on the colour of her cheeks when they touched. this bookish little sweetheart was the last thing he expected to find when nate invited him here. to say he was intrigued was an understatement.

now.

he continued his trail of kissed down her neck. her hands came up to tug on his hair, earning a hum from matt.

"stay here with me" he muttered as he sucked dark circles into her skin. she sighed and leaned her head back, giving him better access. she wanted to give in so bad, she wanted to let him have his way with her right now.

"i cant matt, i have things to do" her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace as she desperately tried to keep it together, but matts groping hands and his mouth were proving to be a real challenge.

"let me take care of you baby" and before she could even protest. he had hiked her up onto the kitchen counter and shoved his hand into her panties, his lip between his teeth, eyes watching her face intensely. his fingers traced up her folds making him let out a low groan as he left light circles on her clit, pulling a shaky whine from rorys mouth.

"look at that honey, youre soaked" she couldnt help but whine at his words. his fingers quickened and his touch became firmer, prompting her head to lull back as she gripped one hand on his shoulder and the other smacked down onto the counter behind her. her hips started rocking in rhythm with his hand. he knew just how to work her.

"it would be so mean of me to leave you like this doll" his voice was patronizing and cocky. matt once again brought his mouth to her neck and licked a stripe up her throat, pulling a lewd moan from her.

"dont stop matt ngh- pl-" and before she could even finish her sentence, he cut her off by yanking his hand away from her and plopping his fingers into his mouth.

she stared at him wide eyed, mouth hanging open and the feeling of her approaching high fizzling out.

matt gripped her hips and pulled her off the counter, standing her back on her own, now shaky legs before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out her keys. he placed them in her hand before pressing a firm kiss to her lips.

"have a great day baby ill see you for dinner" and with that he was off, sauntering back off into his office.

matt returning to a normal life once he met aroura never seemed like anything out of the ordinary, business was well, he was going to dinner parties, he had fake manners, all prepared for a complete disregard for his past life. he wondered if the straw would ever come and he would return to his late affairs, then again he wondered if that straw had already been pulled. he knew he couldnt hide from himself much longer. his biggest enemy was the man he saw in the mirror. he was filtered with anger and disgust for himself. each day, in and out, he knew what rory didnt. surely the truth would come out, it was just a matter of when. every time his phone rang and her face came up he was sure this was it, thinking of some excuse or lie he could tell before answering and of course each time he was wrong, after a few months of him fighting with himself he gave up. realising there was no way she would ever find out. but never say never.

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twost3ps · 5 months

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I wanna make some hazbin x scott pilgrim au inspired art where Adam is Ramona and Lucifur is Scott

The scenario is this:

After adam dies and comes back as a sinner, after all that angst, all that trial and error, Lucifur makes moves on Adam and finally, FINALLY, gets him to say yes to a relationship.

Man thought it was over.

Lucifur: Adam, I'm so glad you're finally mine ☺️

Adam: Um.. about that...

Lucifur: what?

Adam: you need to fight my seven exes....

Lucifur: what????

And then Lucifur has to fight Adam's exes as said before and it goes from easy to hard and I giggle in my seat.

My roster is this- easiest to hardest, why im choosing them:

7- Mammon (greedyguitar/firstchristmas)- I think this ship is hilarious and I feel like it :3 it would make Luci be like: WHAT??? HOW??? They met on an extermination day, found eachother funny and had a good fling for a while. They're still good friends actually and when Adam go revived as sinner, he would contact Mammon from time to time without Lucifur knowing

6- ??? -dunno so help me decide :3

5- Eve (edit:edenapple)- this is obvious an a duh the original pookies bro bffr 🙄

4- Azrael (deadlyguitar or deathmetal idk) saw this one. Snatched it. It's mine now I'm gonna love them forever as well. They met when Adam was retrieved from the earth on his death bed. Adam found him kinda hot.

3- Raphael (idk haven't made one yet/maybe greenthumb? Bcz Adam was a farmer and Raphael's color is green)- Idk I just feel like it. Raphael is the angel of healing if I'm not wrong. Healing both physically and spiritually, so Adam went to him for therapy and they kissed cuz I said so.

2- Gabriel (i can't choose between guitaramp or guitarspeaker) - Along with Micheal, he was another oc ship I had in my draft sketches. Couldn't tell you why. Fun dynamic tho for me bcz my Gabriel is a loud mouth gossip. They met in Adam's last years of life and in heaven, Gabriel being Micheal's second in command, met Adam often during his training. They're silly

1- Micheal- it's me... come on... this is my whole account... but i had this boy in my sketches before I revived this account. But yeah, he was Adams friend in Eden, guide and mentor in heaven, and is mad protective of Adam even after the falling out. Also Luci and him need to brawl is for their own good. Love the brother angst ❤️

Lucifur is shocked at how many guys Adam has actually dated/been with, and Adam is just openly bisexual. He just doesn't tell anyone, tho or really show it lol

I need to show you guys my interpretations of the archangels like,,,, soon omg... but for now you're gonna have to guess until I make that art hhhh

Idk who to put in for 6 tho...

And before I anyone says Lute or Lilith, I wanna keep the ratio of the 6 guys 1 girl like how it is and I just don't think either fit, atleast for me.

Lilith... nah... I feel like she's a mix of Kim, Envy and Knives in the sense (scotts exes) of this au and for Lute- I just don't ship Guitarspear. Don't get me wrong, it's a great ship but I saw they're dynamic as more of silly dad and his feral child. I like that dynamic way more for them so yea.

But if you have any ideas for who 6 should be either send it to me in asks, comments, dms or any other way cuz I genuinely have no idea who the last person would be :')

I feel like they should be somone with a long history with Adam so no one from the hotel :/ which is why this is so hard to choose 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I was tempted to do st peter (holynotes) for a giant laugh but I don't think so??? Maybe??? BRUH IDK USBEBEHSBSJEKWWK

Please send help I beg 🙏🙏🙏🙏

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel #guitarhero #micheal hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel michael #lucifer morningstar #adam hazbin hotel #lucifer x adam #scott pilgrim au #guys please send me ideas im actually begging you

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kyuusberry · 5 months

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can u do more leeseo fluff :3? like continue the umbrella story where reader ACTUALLY walks leeseo to the building? and the other members of ive meet reader?

crush | ive leeseo - oneshot

pairing: idol classmate!leeseo x fem!reader

genre/theme: fluff, angst (if you squint), idol au, high school au, reader is a dancer, leeseo is an idol, both are sophmore year of high school (it’s hanlim arts high school if you want to know extra info)

warnings: a few kiss scenes (1 is non-consensual, but there’s a reason!!) and some cursing

a/n: i love this idea anon, tyyy! sorry this is actually so bad.. also first part is here!!

“hey! y/n!”

you looked back and saw leeseo running up to you with her usual bright smile. she seemed more bubbly today, which was good.

“hi, leeseo.” you smiled. she handed you the umbrella from the day before and thanked you for allowing her to borrow it.

”thanks for letting me borrow it yesterday! i really appreciate it.” she smiled, “i got you some chocolate in return! i heard you liked milk chocolate so i got you some.”

“o-oh.. uh thank you..” you were stuttering so badly, it was horrible.

*ring ring ring!*

“i gotta take this phonecall, thank you again though!” she smiled before bouncing away.

someone hit you on the arm and you turned around, it was iroha, aka your best friend for life, aka the girl who debuted in illit, aka the maknae of illit, aka the most annoying person in the world but you still love her anyways. yeah, that iroha.

“someone’s blushing,” iroha laughed, teasing you. “consider yourself lucky, y/n. leeseo doesn’t do that for just anyone. now come on! let’s go to class! mrs. choi is going to kill us.”

*ding ding ding!*

“wait which mrs. choi?—“

“choi sooyoung! that mrs. choi! now hurry your ass up!” iroha groaned, dragging you to class with her.

mrs. choi cleared her throat, “ahem. bae y/n? quit your daydreaming and pay attention. or i’m going to give everyone a pop quiz.”

you snapped out of your daydreaming, “sorry mrs. choi..”

iroha snickered, “daydreaming about leeseo?”

“have something to share, ms. hokazono iroha?” mrs. chou raised an eyebrow.

iroha immediately shut up, “no, mrs. choi.”

“good. now shut it before i separate you two.”

“yes, mrs. choi.” you both replied in a monotone.

“gosh, that class was horrible.” you groaned as soon as you walked out.

“you were asleep half of the class.” iroha rolled her eyes.

“and?? still boring!!”

“i’m surprised you’re even passing that class..” she sighed.

you grinned, “with a b too! i’m doing more than just passing.”

“whatever. let’s just go eat lunch. i’m hungry.” iroha’s stomach rumbled and you two started laughing.

when the two of you got to the lunch tables you saw some guy talking to leeseo. it made your heart break into pieces. that was until you saw her face. she was distraught, completely terrified.

“hey, can you hold my bag for me real quick?” before she could answer, you shoved your bag into iroha’s hands and walked towards leeseo.

“leeseo!” you put on a fake smile, glaring at the dude in front of her.

leeseo laughed awkwardly, “y/n! glad to see you!”

“who the hell are you?” the dude glared back.

“her girlfriend.”

“wait what?—“ leeseo got cut off by the dude.

“girlfriend?” he laughed, “prove it to me then! show me some pictures! or kiss her.”

“i will!” you scowled at him, grabbing leeseo’s arm and kissing her. the guy immediately backed off, cursing under his breath.

“sorry— i didn’t mean to kiss you like that. i just saw that you seemed uncomfortable.” you smiled awkwardly.

“it’s fine. i’m just glad i was able to get away from him.” she laughed.

“i gotta go now, i have some friends waiting on me. i’ll talk to you later though!” before you could leave, leeseo grabbed your arm and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“for the favor earlier.” she smiled, slipping a piece of paper in your hand. “my number. so we can talk whenever.” she whispered in your ear. “see you later, yn!” she walked off, leaving you all flustered.

“damnnnnn, yn!!” iroha laughed, bumping your arm.

“someone’s popular! didn’t think you would kiss her like that!” moka teased, poking at your arms.

“honestly same. thought you would chicken out.” wonhee and iroha added onto moka’s teasing, making chicken noises at you.

“hey! what’s in your hand!” iroha took it out of your hand and read it, “it says.. call me! +82 X XXXX XXXX. xoxo, leeseo.”

“DAMNNN!” moka burst out laughing with the other two.

you took the piece of paper back, “shut it you three! don’t be too loud.”

“whatever! anyways, can we go eat now? i’m hungry as hell!” iroha’s stomach saying it all.

you sighed, heading over to the lunch tables to eat.

by the time school was over it was raining. yet again. rainy spring weather was one of your favorite types of days. you loved the way the rain fell on the ground, the soft patters of rain droplets. the way the rain dripped off of the rooftops and how it smelled after it stopped raining. it made you feel so calm and relaxed.

you saw leeseo standing in the front, panicking while dialing some numbers on her phone. you tapped her shoulder and smiled.

“i don’t have a car because i usually walk home, but i can take you over to your company.”

“no— yn, it’s fine. i can head there by myself.” leeseo replied, still calling some people, suspecting that it was her manager or her members.

“no. i’ll walk you there. especially since it’s raining and all and i don’t want you walking by yourself in this type of weather. and i’m not sure if that guy will come back and bug you again. plus, i let you walk by yourself last time, which i shouldn’t have.”

“fine. thank you though. i’ll repay you back sometime.” she finally gave in, letting out a soft sigh of relief.

“come on, let’s go before you get in trouble for being late.”

“thanks again for walking with me. i appreciate it.” her voice was soft and sweet, with the occasional hands brushing against one another.

she suddenly pulled you closer to her by linking arms. “your shoulder is getting wet, i don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“oh— uh.. thank you..” you muttered.

“don’t worry about it.”

you dropped her off in the front of her company building and was about to bid her farewell and go home, but she wouldn’t let you. saying that you should stay in the company building till the rain died down.

you tried refusing, but she just wouldn’t let you leave. you sighed and ended up staying, nervously following her into the elevator.

“my members are amazing, they’re super talented and nice! you’ll be fine with them. it’s just till the rain dies down.” leeseo’s voice was bubbly and bright, just like her usual self.

you hummed in response. your palms were sweaty and you were extremely nervous. you hoped that they would like you. you two arrived at her practice room and she opened the door making you go in first.

“leeseo— who are you?” one girl raised an eyebrow, voice sharp.

“unnies! this is y/n! she walked me here today and i told her to stay with us for a while till the rain dies down.” leeseo grinned.

you bowed 90° and introduced yourself, “uh.. hi.. i’m bae y/n.. nice to meet you all— and uhm… yea.” you stuttered, mentally face-palming yourself.

“you look like irene sunbaenim.” one girl blurted out.

“oh.. yeah, she’s my older sister.” you replied.

“no wonder! you two look so much alike!” leeseo played with your fingers.

another girl introduced herself, “i’m yujin, the leader of ive. nice to meet you y/n.” she paused. “you know leeseo. the girl next to me is wonyoung, the girl next to wonyoung is rei, the one on the left of the couch is gaeul unnie, and the one to the right of her is liz.”

“these are my members! they’re all amazing and i love them with all of my heart.” leeseo stopping yujin, her smile wide.

“i love your music, it’s really good. i went to one of your concerts not to long ago. the one in seoul during your last world tour. mostly to support leeseo because she is my classmate after all.” you gave them a small smile.

“thank you for supporting us. we appreciate it a lot.” wonyoung said happily, but classy at the same time. “oh— leeseo-ah. could you get us some water? we ran out. here’s some money for the vending machine downstairs.” wonyoung handed her the money and sent her on her way.

“now. you.” everyone got up and stood in front of you. “are you dating leeseo?” liz asked.

“no—“

“do you have a crush on leeseo?” rei’s eyebrows raised.

“oh— uhm. uh—“

rei and liz pressured you, “say it.”

“yes..”

“ha! knew it!” gaeul exclaimed.

“you’re the one who let leeseo borrow your umbrella last time it rained, didn’t you? your umbrella has the same design as it did when leeseo came by herself.” wonyoung said, crossing her arms.

“uh— yeah.. i did..”

liz butted in, “why didn’t you walk with her then? huh, y/n?”

“i was really nervous and i chickened out—“ you got cut off by gaeul.

“you better be treating our maknae right. i don’t care how you two are associated with each other, friends or dating.” gaeul pointed a finger at your chest and all of the members agreed.

leeseo came back with a bunch of waters in her hands and you helped her put it down on the ground. you were saying that you had to leave and that your mom would get upset with you if you weren’t home, leeseo tried to get you to stay longer, but yujin told leeseo to walk you out since it wasn’t raining anymore.

“fineeee..” leeseo whined, leading you out of their practice room and towards the elevator. “hey— i’m sorry if my unnies were scaring you. they tend to get protective over me sometimes, especially since i’m the youngest.”

“it’s fine. they were really nice to me. and i get it, they just want what’s best for you.” you smiled.

you two got to the front door and she gave you a hug, “see you tomorrow. oh, and don’t forget your umbrella, just incase it starts raining again.”

“thank you, leeseo.”

“hey— can i.. uhm.”

“what is it?”

“can i kiss you?— sorry if you don’t want to, i just.. yeah.” leeseo muttered.

“go ahead. i don’t mind.”

she gave you a small kiss before going back for another one, this time it was longer. her lips tasted of grapefruit, possibly from the lipgloss she always wears. she wrapped her arm around you, smiling and giggling into your chest, it was such an adorable sight to see.

she gave you one last kiss before finally pulling away, the taste of her lipgloss still lingering on your lips. you could see where she was kissed, the light tint of lipgloss on her upper lip and mixed in with the rest of hers.

leeseo interrupted your thoughts, “i expect you to call me once you get home. i wanna know if you got home safely. promise?” she held out her pinky.

your wrapped your pinky around hers, “promise.”

“good. see you tomorrow!” she beamed, happily bouncing off back to the elevator.

“hey!— uhm. what are we?” you blurted out.

“girlfriends?” she laughed.

“sure.” you grinned, walking out of the building and instantly pulling out your phone to call your friends.

“what is it, y/n?” iroha asked, the other two joining the call.

“you guys will never believe what just happened.”

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫: 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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part 01 of 06 | masterpost

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✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!!, james hetfield x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, grief, mxf sex, unprotected sex

✦ a/n: The epilogue's finally here! As I said before, I had to split it into a few parts because it turned out really long and I wanted to tie all loose ends lol I haven't finished writing it yet, but I'll try to keep posting twice a week. Many things will have changed in this, since it's set mostly in 1992. We will have some flashbacks, but I dated all the parts so it wouldn't get confusing. Hope you enjoy the read, feedback is welcome! ❤

December 31, 1991

San Francisco in December hit me with that familiar chill as soon as I stepped off the plane; I quickly slipped on my gloves and shrugged into my coat, letting out a sigh as the cold nipped at my nose and fogged up my breath. It felt weird being back after so long, back to the city where I'd lived, loved, and grown up all those years ago.

I’d bid farewell to San Francisco two years back when my art career started picking up steam, making the move to LA seem like the logical next step. Coming back to the city stirred up a pain that ran deep in my bones — a constant reminder of the happiness I once knew but could never quite recapture, a bittersweet flashback to all I'd experienced — and all that had slipped away.

Lars had invited friends and family for a massive bash at his vacation home, ringing in the end of the year and welcoming 1992 with a bang. I had a hunch the extravagant party had something to do with his recent divorce, after a rushed marriage which had barely lasted two years. He'd even sent his driver, Simon, to scoop me up from the airport.

It was a relief not to have to wrangle a taxi amidst the chaos of folks flying in for the last flights before New Year's Eve. Slipping into the Jaguar, I peeled off my sunglasses with a sigh; those shades had become my shield against being recognized in the last few months. Ever since I'd started doing TV gigs, getting spotted by strangers and paparazzi was becoming a regular thing. It came with the territory, sure, but sometimes, a girl just wanted a little peace and quiet.

"Good afternoon, Miss Burton," Simon greeted me with a smile as I hopped into the car, and I shot one right back at him. "Mr. Ulrich was really looking forward to your arrival."

"Thanks, Simon. Are the others already there?" I inquired, my gaze drifting out the window as we cruised away from the airport.

"Yes, Mr. Hammett and Mr. Newsted are. Mr. Hetfield will show up later; I'll swing back to get him after dropping you off. And Miss Summers won't be joining us."

I let out a sigh. Ever since Cliff had passed, Leanne had drifted away from the group, moving to another city and cutting most ties. She said it hurt too much to stick around — too many reminders of him . I got where she was coming from and harbored no hard feelings, but her absence had definitely put some distance between us over the years.

"Well, I'll have to shoot her a call later and wish her a Happy New Year," I mused absentmindedly. "Do you know if my aunt and uncle are gonna make it?"

"Yes, I'll pick them up later," Simon replied, earning a small smile from me. Despite Cliff's passing hitting us all hard, Aunt Jan and Uncle Ray had been a steady presence for me and the guys. They'd practically become like second parents to all of us over the years, always there in the Metallica routine, whether it was on the professional front or at family and friends' get-togethers.

It took us a bit to roll up to Lars' vacation home, a big old mansion tucked away in one of San Francisco’s most expensive neighborhoods, a far cry from the tiny house we used to live in back in the day. Simon pulled up at the main entrance; the door was wide open, and I caught a glimpse of the staff buzzing around, putting the final touches on the shindig. Judging by the crates of booze being unloaded, this was gonna be more than just a cozy New Year's bash with a few friends.

"Thanks for the ride, Simon," I said, grabbing my bag and popping open the car door. "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Miss."

It didn't take me long to spot Lars; the moment I stepped into the foyer, there he was, barking orders to his assistant at lightning speed, champagne glass already in hand. I couldn't help but grin; classic Lars, hitting the booze before anyone else. He turned my way at the sound of my footsteps echoing on the polished floor, breaking into a smile as he strode over.

"Nore!" he exclaimed, pulling me into a bear hug. "I'm so stoked you made it."

"Hey, Lars," I grinned, returning the hug. It had been a hot minute since I'd seen him or any of the guys; 1991 had been a whirlwind for all of us, and work had pretty much consumed our lives at warp speed.

"How was the trip? Did Simon take good care of you?"

"Yeah, it was smooth sailing. Simon's a pro, always has been. But seriously, Lars, you shouldn't have him grinding away on the last day of the year."

"Oh, he's getting compensated handsomely for it, don't you worry. Hey, you remember your way around the house, right? Kirk and Jason are probably chilling in the sauna. Oh, Allie!" Lars called out to his assistant, a dark-haired girl who looked eager to please. "Got the guest list handy? Can you show our girl here where she'll be crashing tonight?" Allie nodded briskly, and Lars flashed me a smile, turning back to me. "Party kicks off at 9 PM, so I'm just tying up loose ends. Make yourself comfy, grab some grub if you're hungry, alright? Consider the place your own."

I trailed after Allie to my room, a fancy suite with a king-size bed that looked like it had never been slept in. Lars always had a flair for the extravagant, but Metallica's success in recent years seemed to have kicked that into overdrive; his new vacation house was straight-up lavish, with more rooms than I could count, a massive pool, a sauna, and even a private movie theater.

I decided to chill in my room until the party kicked off; as much as I was itching to catch up with everyone, I was straight-up wiped out. Lately, I'd been craving more time alone, away from the chaos of the ragers my friends used to live for. But hey, I knew we'd all cross paths eventually, and sure enough, when I finally made my grand entrance, one of the first faces I spotted was Kirk's, rolling in with James, who apparently had arrived while I was hiding out.

"Nore!" Kirk grinned, pulling me into a hug. I chuckled, hugging him back. "Damn, you're looking good!"

"Thanks, Kirk. It's all Lars' doing; he picked out the dress," I replied, nodding at the long red number I was sporting. I’d found it laid out on the bed in my room with a note telling me to rock it for the night. I eyed Kirk's suit, a slick navy number with gold accents. "You're looking sharp yourself."

"Yeah, that's all Lars' handiwork too. Dude's on a mission to throw the ultimate party. But hey, who am I to complain? There's champagne!" Kirk chuckled, clinking his glass against mine.

"Hey, Nore." I glanced up at the sound of his voice, meeting James' intense blue gaze. A faint smile tugged at my lips; being around him always stirred up a whirlwind of emotions that were hard to untangle. Love, sure, but also heartache. It stung, yet it felt oddly comforting. Like coming home.

"Hi, James," I greeted him softly. Kirk shot us a quick look.

“Well, I'm gonna go track down our host. Catch you guys later!" He excused himself. I watched Kirk saunter off, a slight jolt running through me as James' hand landed on the small of my back.

"Have you grabbed a bite to eat yet? Lars said you got here before me," he murmured, his voice low. I looked up at him, seeing his eyes scanning the crowd of guests, a champagne flute in his other hand.

"Not yet."

"Want me to snag something for you? Lars went all out with the spread this time."

"I'm good, James."

"Didn't drag your boyfriend along to the party?" he quipped, and I couldn't help but snort.

"What boyfriend?"

"That... Brian guy? I dunno, it's hard to keep up with all the dudes you've cycled through since we split," he remarked, a hint of irony dancing in his eyes. I furrowed my brow; was he joking or dead serious? It was getting tougher to read James these days.

"If you wanna know if I'm seeing someone, just ask," I shot back sharply. He let out a sardonic laugh and rolled his eyes. I held his gaze. "And what about your 'Nothing Else Matters' chick? She bailed on the party?"

"I ended things with her," he replied, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone. "And I've told you that song wasn't about her."

"Then who was it about?"

"Do I really need to spell it out?" he growled, stepping closer. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze head-on. James and I had been locked in this dance for a while now, his anger clashing with my pain like sparks flying. It didn't shock me that Kirk wanted no part of our little reunion.

"I'm gonna go track down Lars," I tossed back dryly before strutting off. I could practically feel James rolling his eyes as he polished off the rest of his champagne in one gulp.

I didn't cross paths with James again until much later, well after midnight had come and gone. We’d all gathered on the balcony to catch the fireworks, dishing out Happy New Year wishes and hugs left and right. When the crowd filtered back inside, I lingered behind, a cigarette dangling between my fingers as I stared up at the star-studded sky, grappling with the bitter irony that another year had kicked off without Cliff here to see it.

"I did wanna know, actually," a voice cut through the silence, jolting me. I turned to find James leaning against one of the pillars, his gaze fixed on me with a serious edge.

"What?" I murmured, my heart picking up its pace as he closed the gap between us.

"You said if I wanted to know if you were seeing someone, I just had to ask. And I did wanna know," he replied, so close now I could smell the booze on his breath.

"I'm not," I answered, and he grunted, satisfied, before pulling me into his arms, his lips finding mine.

He tasted like beer and tobacco, his lips moving against mine in a familiar dance, the echoes of an old tune. No matter how much time passed or how much it hurt, James and I always found our way back to each other.

"You know that song was about you," he murmured, his kisses trailing down my neck, his grip tightening on my hips as he pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together. "Do you really have to mess with me like this?"

I didn't answer; instead, I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him back to me, his arms holding me tight as he kissed me with urgency, nipping at my lower lip. He wasn't holding back as he pushed me against the balcony railing, his hands hiking up the skirt of my dress, his touch igniting a fire in my belly.

"My room or yours?" I gasped against his lips.

"Does yours come with a bathroom?" he quipped, and I chuckled softly, nodding. "Figures. Lars always hooks you up with the best ones."

"Mine, then," I murmured, a faint smile playing on my lips.

We made our way up to my room, James guiding me through the labyrinth of hallways and rooms in the house with his hand in mine. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, his hands were back on me, pulling me close as his lips trailed hungrily along my neck, tugging at the straps of my dress.

"James, you're gonna wreck the dress..." I protested weakly, my fingers tangled in his hair. He grunted, yanking it down, and I heard a rip that probably meant the garment was already ruined anyway.

"I'll get you another one," he grumbled. "As many as you want."

With urgency matching his, I stripped off his shirt, a few buttons popping off and bouncing across the bedroom floor. Before I could even blink, he lifted me, depositing me on the bed and positioning himself over me. I kicked off my heels, sending them flying into some forgotten corner, releasing a low moan as he pressed against me, his arousal evident through the fabric of his pants. There was no time for calm contemplation, no room for hesitation or second-guessing if this was the right move; our desire for each other was insatiable, ravenous and desperate, and I felt it would consume me completely if we didn't satisfy it right then and there.

I sighed as his lips reclaimed mine, his hand tangled in my hair, gripping it firmly as I worked on unbuttoning his pants, easing them down. He pulled back for a moment, shedding the rest of his clothes before sliding off my panties, emitting a low groan as he entered me. I shut my eyes, clutching onto his arms tightly, my nails digging into his skin. He wasn't holding back; and honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Look at me," he growled, his hand guiding my chin as he thrust into me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I obeyed, meeting his gaze as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, my mouth slightly agape as I let out small, sharp moans. He shifted his hand to my neck, pressing his forehead against mine.

"James..." I moaned, my grip on his arms tightening as he picked up the pace, sending shivers down my spine. "James..."

"I wanna ruin you. You get that?" he growled, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body at his words. Of course, I got it. What were we if not each other's downfall? What more could I want than for him to consume me entirely, even if just for a moment? For all the pain and heartache to vanish, if only while he was inside me. "I want you to be mine, all mine, all mine... Fuck..." he buried his face in my neck as my climax washed over me, my body clenching around him, my legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him deeper. "Nore..." he groaned, his own release crashing over him, filling me completely as he continued to move until the intensity of his peak forced him to collapse onto me.

He rolled away, settling beside me, leaving a pulsating void inside me where pain and pleasure danced together in my womb and heart. I shut my eyes, focusing on steadying my breath, and let out a soft chuckle when I felt his lips on my neck, his arms pulling me close in a fleeting but genuine comfort.

"My girl..." he murmured against my ear, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. I'd lost track of how many times he'd called me that, but it never failed to stir something in me. "Why do you keep running from me? Don't you know I love you so?"

I opened my eyes, locking onto his gaze, a blend of longing and yearning reflected back at me. Nestling into his embrace, I placed a soft kiss on his lips, feeling his gaze soften into a tender warmth that sent tingles down my spine.

"I'm here now," I murmured, tracing my fingers gently over his face. He sighed, closing his eyes, intertwining our hands and pressing kisses to my palm, one, two, three times before pulling me close in a tight hug.

Peace hadn't been a frequent visitor in my life for a while, but in that moment, I found it. I'd always find my way back to James, and he'd always find his way back to me. That certainty coursed through my veins, leaving me feeling whole in a way I hadn't in ages.

The next day, we'd be back in the spotlight, the distance between us creeping back in like a toxic fog. But for now, on that night, I was content. I was at peace.

I was home.

September 28, 1986

The shrill ring of the phone pierced through the silence of the empty house, yanking me out of a deep slumber with a groan. I blinked, the heavy rain drumming against the bedroom windows registering in my foggy mind. Stretching out across the bed, I groped for James, only to remember he wasn't there; my boyfriend was off on tour with my cousin and my friends. That left just Leanne and me holding down the fort.

Dragging myself out of bed, my eyes still weighed down by sleep, I shrugged into my robe and slipped on my slippers before trudging out of the room, descending the stairs at a snail's pace. Flicking on the lights in the living room, I scowled at the clock — it wasn't even seven in the morning. This better be an important call, I grumbled inwardly. I was itching to crawl back under the covers.

"Hey," I mumbled, stifling a yawn and rubbing my eyes in an attempt to shake off the sleepiness.

"Hey, Nore," James' voice crackled through the receiver, but in my grogginess, I barely registered the tense undertone, so unlike his usual laid-back demeanor.

"Babe..." I murmured, another yawn threatening to escape. "I know you're in a different time zone, but it's way early here. I was out cold..."

"I'm sorry. I had to call," he replied, and this time, the strain in his voice didn't go unnoticed. I furrowed my brow, sinking down onto the couch beside the phone, suddenly wide awake.

"Is everything alright? Did something happen?"

"Yeah, something happened. Is Leanne there with you?"

"I think she's asleep. Why?"

"We had a crash," he said, and my heart clenched, a surge of unease and dread knotting my stomach. "We were on the road... Late at night. The driver lost control..."

My breath hitched, and in that instant, a sense of foreboding washed over me. Something felt off, deeply unsettling. It just didn't add up. I knew I should be getting this call from someone else. I knew my cousin; I knew Cliff would want to speak to me and Leanne directly, to break the news himself.

Like when he shared he was leaving Long Beach for San Francisco. Like when he announced he was joining Metallica. Like when he called to tell me Dave got booted from the band, or when he rang to say Metallica was wrapping up tour and he wanted me there for their first hometown gig after dropping the first album.

Something wasn't right.

"James," I whispered, my voice trembling, tears pricking at my eyes as if I already knew what he was going to say. "What happened to Cliff?"

January 1st, 1992

I jolted awake, my cheeks damp with tears that refused to cease flowing. I sighed heavily, my breath shaky, the early morning sunlight just beginning to seep through the curtains. James' arms were wrapped snugly around me, his breath warm against my shoulder as he softly snored.

That dream, again.

It always seemed to resurface whenever I was near James. Maybe my subconscious still linked him to that chilly morning, to that phone call that’d shattered any hope of happiness for the rest of that year and beyond. A call that tore a hole in the fabric of my world, leaving an ache in my heart that felt like it would never mend.

The call that had shattered my heart for good, leaving no chance of putting the pieces back together.

I carefully shifted James' arm away from me, slipping out of bed and heading to the bathroom. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I took in my tired blue eyes framed by dark circles, my brown hair tumbling in waves over my shoulders, and the red marks on my neck and collarbone left by James the night before. With a sigh, I opened the bathroom cabinet, my hands trembling slightly as I reached for the pills I knew would help ease my anxiety.

I lacked the courage to return to bed, so I nestled into one of the armchairs in the corner of the room, observing James' peaceful slumber as the daylight gradually filled the space. He stirred awake soon after, as if sensing my absence beside him, his eyelids fluttering before he groggily opened his eyes. With a puzzled frown, he reached out for the bed, only to find it empty, prompting him to scan the room. A sigh escaped him when he spotted me, a sense of relief washing over his features that tugged at my heartstrings.

"Bad dream?" he inquired, and I simply nodded in response. "You wanna hop back into bed?"

"I'd rather not risk slipping into another nightmare," I admitted, and he sighed, sitting upright.

"Well, I know a surefire way to keep you awake, if you're interested," he quipped, and I managed a shaky laugh. I much preferred this relaxed and caring version of James to the sarcastic and irritable one from the night before. "So, spill. What was haunting you this time?"

"The usual. That day," I murmured. It wasn't anything new; I'd replayed that nightmare countless times, and James was well aware. My demons weren't a mystery to us, but that didn't make them any less terrifying.

With a sigh, he got up and strolled over to me, scooping me up effortlessly, which elicited a surprised gasp from me. He carried me back to bed, settling me down beside him, his hand securing my waist while the other supported the underside of my thighs, lifting one leg and tucking it around his waist. I hugged him tightly, nuzzling into his chest. It was a brief moment of warmth and solace, a fleeting calmness that I knew would vanish as soon as the day kicked into gear and he walked out that door.

"Are you taking off today?" I whispered softly. I understood that once James and I dove back into our regular routines — fame, commitments, the whole mess — things would get complicated again. I'd lose him once more; I'd been through that too many times in the last few years to entertain any other outcome. But as long as we were together, there, shielded from everything else, he was mine. And I craved his presence. I craved his warmth.

"Do you want me to jet today?" he countered, and I shook my head no. He grumbled under his breath, the rumble vibrating against my cheek as I snuggled closer. "Then I'll hang tight. I suppose we can annoy Lars a bit longer."

"I'm too scared to doze off," I admitted weakly, grappling with the heaviness of my eyelids, which threatened to seal shut from exhaustion. James planted a kiss on the top of my head, gently stroking my hair.

"I ain't budging. If you slip into that nightmare again, I'll be right here when you wake up. Deal?" he whispered, and I nodded.

I knew that as soon as I drifted off, that same haunting dream would likely rear its ugly head. It was just one more cruel reminder of the growing chasm between James and me. It felt like we were broken, perpetually out of sync, and his nearness both healed and wounded me in equal measure. But in that moment, I was willing to bear the pain if it meant he'd stick by my side.

"I love you, Jamie," I murmured, and he sighed, pulling me close as my body surrendered to sleep.

"I love you too, Nore," his voice was the last thing I heard before drifting off.

February 18, 1992

The bouquet of red roses James had given me was beginning to droop, the once vibrant petals shriveling and browning with each passing day. Yet, the fragrance lingering in the air remained sweet and evocative, as if the flowers were still in full bloom.

I sighed as I ran a brush through my hair, eyeing the dress laid out on the bed for the evening bash. It was the launch party for the new TV network schedule I'd been hired for, and showing up was not just a courtesy but a must.

I hadn't crossed paths with James much since our time at Lars' getaway spot. His absence had become a familiar ache over the last few years, a kind of shield we'd unintentionally built between us over time. Yet, there was always that tiny flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd call out of the blue and bring back that sense of ease with his voice.

To my surprise, the phone did ring that day. I set the brush down on the vanity, hurriedly making my way to the bedside table to answer it, a rush of excitement coursing through me.

“Nore?” the voice on the other end wasn't James', but it still warmed my heart, prompting a smile to spread across my face as I sank back onto the bed, cradling the phone to my ear.

“Lea!” I exclaimed, feeling a surge of joy. “It's been too long! How've you been?”

“I'm great! And you?”

“Oh, you know. Just hanging in there. How's Joe?” I swiftly changed the subject. As much as I adored Leanne, I wasn't ready to spill my guts about how I was really feeling.

“Oh, he's doing fantastic. Actually, that's why I rang you up. We're getting married!” she announced, her excitement palpable, and I couldn't help but smile.

“Lea, that's incredible! When's the big day?”

“It's in August. We figured summer would be perfect. I'm calling to extend the invite; would you do me the honor of being one of my bridesmaids?”

I leaped up, my grin stretching wider across my face. Leanne and I had been thick as thieves since day one; seeing her so thrilled about tying the knot, and knowing she wanted me to be part of her big day, warmed my heart.

“Oh, absolutely!” I exclaimed, a bubbling laugh of joy and surprise escaping my lips. Lea chuckled in response, matching my excitement. “Thank you! I know it's going to be beautiful. Can you fill me in on all the details later?”

The rest of my day sparkled with newfound energy after the news; I even caught myself humming an old song as I finished getting dolled up for the evening bash, weaving my hair into an intricate hairdo my mom had insisted on teaching me.

When I finished getting ready, I checked myself out in the mirror, pretty pleased with the result; the dark blue spaghetti-strap dress hugged my curves just right, with the skirt flaring out at the waist and skimming down to my ankles. A dainty golden choker with crystals adorned my neck, and my long brown locks were styled to perfection, framing my face in all the right places, with my eyes sparkling, cheeks a touch flushed, and lips painted red.

But, of course, I couldn't roll up to an event like that on my own; right on the dot at 7 p.m., I heard the honk signaling my ride had arrived. I sauntered down the stairs, arching an eyebrow in surprise as I stepped outside and spotted the limo parked up front. My old friend Charlotte rolled down the window from the backseat, flashing me a big grin.

“Hey, Nore!” she chirped as I slid into the car, handing over a glass of champagne, which earned a soft chuckle from me. “Ready to rock?”

“I guess I’m a bit jittery. First time going to a party like this one,” I admitted. Now that I was on my way, the thought of facing a swarm of photographers and journalists at the event’s entrance was making me more nervous than I cared to admit, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it.

“Well, it's gonna be a blast, trust me! Everyone who's anyone will be there. I'll be your wingwoman, so don't worry about a thing. I'll make sure you rub elbows with all the big shots you haven't bumped into yet during the shoots.”

I nodded, taking a bit of champagne to settle my nerves, the bubbles dancing on my tongue and momentarily diverting my attention. If my acting career was taking flight now, it was all thanks to Charlie; she'd been the driving force behind my return to the scene after I’d graduated High School, persuading me to switch gears from the Visual Arts program up in San Francisco to Drama School down in Los Angeles, and had even helped me snag my first TV gig.

I'd recently jumped into acting over at the same TV network where Charlotte had been working as an actress for a while. Even though I hadn't wrapped up recording my first project yet, the buzz around a relatively unknown actress snagging the lead in the latest drama series had caught the media’s attention. In just about a year, my life had changed completely, going from being just another face in the crowd to even having paparazzi tail me. But truth be told, I was still getting the lay of the land at the network. Charlie had hit the nail on the head; this party was prime time to make some connections.

We rolled up to the party spot; I soon realized that navigating through the sea of photographers and reporters on that red carpet was no joke. But once I got past the Q&A, which mostly revolved around my work and career, it was time to get down to business. Charlotte ushered me into conversations with all sorts of folks: actors, musicians, executives, and even some of the network's shareholders. It hit me quick that networking at these parties was just as much a part of the job in the entertainment industry as being good at your craft.

The hours zoomed by amid chats, laughter, drinks, and nibbles. Soon, I was feeling drained and decided to grab a bite from the buffet before taking a breather. As I was fixing my plate, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, expecting it to be Charlie, ready to introduce me to someone new.

Never in a million years could I have guessed what awaited me in the next few seconds.

"Nore... Is that really you?" the man exclaimed, looking utterly astonished, and suddenly I was eighteen again, my heart racing in completely uncontrollable pirouettes as my breath hitched, my surprised gaze meeting his, the world filling with color and song as I stared into the eyes of Dave Mustaine.

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....Maliksi turned into a what?!

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi and Makisig - Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto..

A/N: I heard u guys need a way to cope? Coz same. Don't take this fic seriously kasi crackfic nga diba? HAHAHA ((Also, I might not be able to post angst sa mga susunod na araw coz...aym missing my bibilohoneybunch, pag nakita nyo sya, ples paki soli ako sakanya.

Genre: Fluff/Crackfic

You sat on your bed, arms crossed on your chest before violently wiping hot angry tears on your eyes.

That damned Maliksi.

You grumbled underneath your breath as you let out a heavy sigh- he's not always like that and you knew it but that doesn't change the fact that he just somehow says all the wrong things, using the wrong tone, during the worst times.

He's been on an extra sour mood lately that he can't get past 5 minutes without starting fights with the other binibinis. And today, while trying to get him to calm down, he snapped at you- using words you definitely hated to hear and without saying anything, you just left him and went straight to your room in order to prevent the situation from getting worse.

"Y/n!" One of Makisig's ladies came running towards your room, yelling for you as she held into the doorframe to try to catch her breath.

"Hey, what happened?"

"Maki was away and Maliksi he-"

You quickly got into your feet, unconsciously running towards the living room, worried to the core.

"Noooo! You're not Kuya Maki! Maliksi only wants Kuya Makiiii-""

You can hear the high pitched cries of a child from right across the room, you also didn't miss his light sobs and sniffles. You quickly stopped dead on your tracks, giving one of Makisig's ladies a baffled look.

"T-that's Maliksi? He turned into a child?"

"Yes, we already called Makisig and apparently this really happens to tamawos every 10 years- they regress to their most vulnerable state. That also explains why he's been extra mean recently."

"When will Makisig be coming home?"

"Tomorrow. We tried everything to make him stop crying but he just cries harder whenever we try to touch him."

"And what makes you think he'll be okay with me? We just had an argument earl-"

As soon as the now child Maliksi heard your voice, he instantly stopped crying while he tried to use his little hands to wipe his tears and snotty chubby face using his shirt.

Everyone looked in awe as the little Maliksi tried clinging into the couch to guide himself to take small steps towards the direction of your voice.

"Maliksi?" you softly said as you met him halfway, crouching down to his level. He didn't speak but he tried clinging into your legs, nuzzling his face into the fabric of your dress.

You gently picked him up, cradling him to your chest as you wipe his tears. "C'mon, stop crying little guy." The little Maliksi nodded before nuzzling his face into your chest. You let out a soft sigh as you ran your fingers along his soft hair.

"I'll be taking care of him at the mean time."

Everyone else nodded, still in awe on how you managed to make the now toddler Maliksi calm down effortlessly. You sat down on the couch with him in your arms as the other ladies started to go to their respective rooms.

"You're adorable like this." you softly chuckled before giving him a small peck on his chubby cheek.

"Y/n...Maliksi ish cool, not adwo...adwbl.."

"Adorable."

The moment you corrected him, you can see red slowly creeping into the entirety of his face as he tried to hide into the crook of your neck.

"Sowee, Y/n" he whispered, his words a little muffled from his face still being smooshed into you.

"Hm?"

"Sowee for yelling earlier..." He slowly looks up at you with big eyes, fat tears threatening to fall.

"Now that's an unfair way of apologizing, how can I say no to that?" You softly giggled before kissing the top of his head and tickling him- the living room being filled with his tiny laughter.

You spent some time playing with the tiny Maliksi and giving him snacks- making sure to be mindful of his sugar intake so he doesn't go into sugar rush.

"Y/n, I... so eeepy-" he softly said while rubbing his eyes, he must be tired after all that playtime. You gently lifted him in your arms to carry him into your room.

Tucking him under the sheets and softly humming a lullaby, it didn't took long before the tiny Maliksi is sleeping soundly. You gently kissed the top of his head before slowly closing your eyes and drifting into slumber.

Hours passed and a feeling a slight shift on the bed slowly woke you up. The next thing you knew, you were being cuddled into Maliksi's chest- the normal, adult Maliksi.

"Maliksi?" you asked while still half asleep, not bothering to open your eyes just yet.

"Hm? You can go back to sleep, Y/n." Maliksi whispered as he wraps his arms around you gently before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. You smiled and nuzzled back into his chest before falling asleep once again.

((FLUFF IS SERVEEEEDDDDD))

Art by: @ask-emilz-de-philz that's their OC, Maliksi the Tamawo. Please support them <3

#planet puto #philmytcrea #planetputo #rp tamawo #maliksithetamawo #rp maliksi #writers on tumblr #ianewrites

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hux-and-gay · 16 days

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Kylux and Adjacent Art

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Yes this gets its own post. I swear if I forgot anything I’m gonna cry.

Events:

Kylux Writing and Art event (ongoing)

NSFW prompt event (Cuming soon)

Kylux Switcheroo (Coming soon)

General Hux:

Me and my IRL as Kylo and Hux

Kylo and Hux’s eyeballs 👁️👁️

0 Context doodles

Hux hates the sun

Y/N gets bitch slapped by Hux

Hux:

Hux Skating AU

Hux skating AU colored

Hux doodles

Hux in a dress (Post 1)(Post 2)

Blood Red Paint book cover/Hux in a skirt (Kylux Event)

Draw them in what you’re wearing challenge

Sunburnt Hux (Kylux Shorts fest)

Therapy

You’re trapped in an elevator challenge

Beat up blood covered Hux

Dishevled Hux inspired by Hux comic

Hux Angst

Kylux:

Mermay drawing (do Not reblog I hate this one)

Kylo and Hux watching the stars (Kylux Event)

Nervous Proposal comic (Kylux Event/Kylux wedding)

Monster x Monster Hunter AU concept art (Kylux Event)

Silly Fan art for my fic

Warm embrace (my personal favorite)

Just two guys idk man

1939

Doodles from bio class

Romeo and Juliet AU

Movie night

Bead Bracelets

Modern AU Soft Kylux

NSFW:

Hux in lingerie

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Writing:

(Also can be found on my writing master list)

Grocery Stote Meet Cute

Kylux Proposal Cknclusion (Kylux wedding)

Bite the hand that feeds you

Kylux Summer Vacation crack fic (Kylux Shorts fest)

Till You Return (Kylux shorts fest)

Forever Destined (Kylux shorts fest)

Blood and Bramble Part 1 (Kylux shorts fest)

Love You Never and Always (Part 1: Never Love You)(Part 2: Always Love You) (Kylux shorts fest)

Crimson Rose (NSFW)

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@fives-ren

@not-so-allegiant-general

@jaynesilver

@thegeneralorder

@diabollicallyangelic

@existing-sadly

@tomatette

@dragonflies-draw-flame

@lessdenied

@fridayincarnate

@huxkisser

@rommonoch

@bostarsky

@transmasc-vampire-is-tired

@misbon-god-of-mischief

@kira-mortham

@piecesofeden11

@vanta-nev00

@threewinterssnow

@theosb0rnway

@sh1r3

#art work #writing #kylux #huxlo #armitage hux #kylo ren #masterlist

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rinanextdoor · 3 months

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the art of love - han (taesan) dongmin

in which you were gifted with han dongmin, but maybe not all gifts are good.

pairing: taesan x firstlove!reader

wordcount: 1925

genre(s): fluff, angst, no comfort, high school au, first!love au

warning(s): sad ending, taesan’s kind of an ass towards the end, might be a bit messy and rushed because i was rushing to finish this at 2 am (but it’s finally done!!)

note: it is heavily inspired by this and i guess you could say it’s a prequel?

if someone told you 2 years ago that you and dongmin would break up by the time you finished high school, you would have laughed in their face.

because for the past 2 years, you have been in love with han dongmin.

you fell in love with him before he dyed his hair, before he started to care about the way people perceived him, before he became taesan.

you didn’t know where it all went wrong. it felt just like yesterday when dongmin asked to be your boyfriend. of course you said yes – he meant the world to you, he meant the world to you for the past two years. but now you knew he didn’t feel the same.

maybe you should’ve held him tighter or maybe you should’ve told him you loved him more often. maybe if you tried harder she wouldn’t have been able to come in and take his heart so easily.

it was the last period of your first day and you came to class a few minutes early. your first day was going extremely well : none of your teachers drew unnecessary attention to you and none of your classmates seemed to care that there was a new face.

being the first one to class gave you the honor of first picks on seats. you were contemplating between the window seat at the very back or the seat closest to the back door. you opted for the first option, wanting to look out the window to distract yourself during class.

soon enough the bell rang and students flooded the doorway, the once empty seats filling up quickly. you heard the chair next to you being pulled out, a tall boy with black hair now occupying the seat. he had headphones on – a very obvious sign that he did not want to be bothered – so you kept to yourself.

that’s how it went for the next couple of weeks : you would be the first to class, sit at your unassigned assigned seat, and not talk the whole entire class – your seatmate doing the same ; it was some sort of silent agreement.

it wasn’t until your teacher assigned a project that you finally spoke to each other. it was a partner project and both you and han dongmin (his name that you just learned) were the only two without a partner. inevitably, you guys had to work together.

okay maybe working with him wasn’t so bad. truthfully, you enjoyed the time you guys spent working together.

you were intimidated at first, but dongmin showed you that he was a chill person. he made you laugh — even if it was stupid — and he would even treat you to food sometimes.

you didn’t want to admit it but you were disappointed when you finally submitted your project. you guys passed with an amazing grade but the time you and dongmin spent together was now over.

until he asked you out on a date.

saying you were ecstatic was an understatement. you were a bit surprised at first, doubting that he reciprocated the feelings you had for him. yet here you stood, trying on multiple different outfits.

you never would have thought that you would end up in this situation. but he wasn’t just any guy, it was han dongmin : your quiet classmate who ended up asking you out.

finally deciding on a dress, you touched up on your makeup and hair ; wanting to look your absolute best just for him. it was exactly 7:30 when he texted you that he was outside.

upon seeing you, his face went blank, like he was concentrating. you were scared — did he not like your dress? was your makeup messed up?

“you look gorgeous.” he finally said, your cheeks warming up.

“t-thanks.. you look handsome yourself.” smiling at your timid response, dongmin began driving.

million of thoughts raced through your mind. you were nervous to say the least, it was your first date. dongmin was the first guy to make you feel some sort of way and you didn’t want to scare him away.

he seemed to take notice of your nerves, striking up a conversation. “did you know that there’s a phobia for long words? it’s called hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.” silence overtook the two of you and he swore he was about to kill himself.

your quiet giggles quickly filled the car, a smile crawling onto his face. the random fact seemed to ease your mind because you finally opened up, ranting about yourself.

the rest of the night went by in a breeze : he took you to a restaurant on the beach, your table facing the ocean.

your conversations flowed smoothly — you learned that he loved music and that his friends called him ‘giant mountain.’ you learned who his favorite artist was and that he was born on august 10.

on the ride back, he reached over the console and held your hand. you were caught off guard at first, but you slowly eased up. you were just hoping that your hand wasn’t sweaty.

“thank you for tonight.” you slowly looked at him, which you may have regretted. (no you didn’t)

when you locked eyes with him, it was like he was a different person. he looked at you longingly, like he wanted something. your suspicions were proven right when he slowly leant forward, sealing your lips together.

it has been 2 years since that day — the day of your first date — and since then, you guys have been dating. you guys went on exactly 2 more dates after the first. and on the third, he officially asked you to be his girlfriend. of course you said yes ; he made your heart swell, just hearing his name made you giddy.

your anniversary was coming up and for the past week you have been brainstorming songs to add to the mixtape you were making. you knew how much dongmin loved music, sometimes making his own songs, so you knew this was the perfect gift. you added songs he loved, songs that reminded you of him, and some of the songs that he produced — the mixtape ending up 4 hours long.

you were heading to the store to pick up some extra goodies for the gift, wanting this to be one of the best gifts he has ever recieved. on the way there you swore you saw dongmin, but the person moved too fast for you to actually confirm.

you saw the same figure a second time, and this time you were sure it was him. he had the same haircut and style that you grew to love.

you didn’t know whether to catch up with him or buy the gifts in secret. before you could even decide, a girl had approached him and engulfed him in a hug. you didn’t know the girl, you’ve never seen her around.

slowly approaching the two, dongmin took notice of you. immediately, he made his way over to you and pulled you into a hug, which you obviously reciprocated.

you looked at the girl, but she wasn’t looking at you ; she was looking at him expectantly. he seemed to catch on when he straightened up a bit. finally, he introduced you to her.

“yunhi, this is my girlfriend, y/n. and y/n, this is yunhi, we used to be friends in middle school.”

“nice to meet you!” you responded, offering her a smile. she didn’t seem to return it though, which made you feel uneasy. you didn’t want to be quick to judge, so you ignored it.

“i was just heading to get you some boba when i ran into her. we were thinking of catching up this weeked.” he explained, a smile adorning his face.

“oh that sounds like fun, i’ll try to free up some ti-”

she quickly interrupted you, clarifying that it was supposed to be just him and her.

“oh okay, sorry i must’ve misunderstood.” not feeling welcome, you told dongmin that you had errands to run and that you would text him later.

since that day, you started to notice the distance growing between you and dongmin ; how you went from talking everyday to barely being able to get a response to your text ; the date nights you and dongmin once had were replaced with restless ones.

there was an obvious answer, but you were praying that you were wrong and that everything would go back to how it used to be.

today was a very special day : the 2 year anniversary of your relationship. and for the past few days, you have been begging dongmin to go on a date. at first, you wanted to take him out to his favorite restaurant, but seeing the way he reacted, you opted for a night in.

you arrived at his house two hours ago and for the past two hours, it felt like you were invisible. for the past two hours you sat at the opposite end of the couch, watching as he smiled at his phone. it seemed like he was always on his phone yet you could never get a response to your text.

“dongmin.”

you called out once ; the sound of typing blocking your voice.

“dongmin.”

yet again, no response.

“dongmin!”

the boy finally looked up, confusion written all over his face.

“are you just gonna sit on your phone the whole time? i didn’t ask to come over just for you to ignore me.” you frowned.

“well i didn’t tell you to come over, you insisted to though.” your eyes widen in surprise.

“i shouldn’t have to insist! we haven’t had an actual conversation in days!”

“that’s not fair, you know i’ve been trying to help yunhi settle in.”

“i’m happy you are, i really am. but would it kill you to answer my texts once in a while? you’re always on your phone anyways!” you retorted, not quite processing his audacity.

silence overtook the both of you, a very uncomfortable silence. you wanted him to say something, to explain himself. but his quietness showed you that he couldn’t.

“do you even know what day it is?” he kept quiet, disappointing you. “it’s our anniversary.. but i guess you’re too busy with yunhi to remember. talk to me when you start seeing me as your girlfriend again.” you grabbed your belongings and left without saying another word.

as days of no contact soon turned into weeks, your desperation turned to hopelessness. you might have been a fool but you thought you and dongmin would have been able to survive the high school relationship cliche.

maybe you should’ve broke and talked to him first but seeing him with another girl seemed to stop you.

you saw him everyday (it’s not like you could avoid him) and he seemed to be doing much better than you were : he dyed his hair — you couldn’t lie and say he didn’t look good — and began going by taesan, which was way different than dongmin.

worst of all, you found out (through gossip) that he and yunhi started dating. you expected it honestly, but that didn’t stop a part of you to feel hurt and betrayed. he always told you she was a friend, and yet here they were.

love was a beautiful piece of art. but everyone knows beauty comes with pain and complexity. and unfortunately, maybe you and taesan weren’t ready for that. but regardless of the bad ending, you would always be grateful for han dongmin for being the first to show you the art of love.

#kpop #kpop imagines #boynextdoor #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor taesan #boynextdoor oneshot #bnd #bnd x reader #bnd imagines #bnd oneshot #han dongmin #han dongmin imagines #han dongmin x reader #han dongmin oneshot #taesan #taesan imagines #taesan x reader #taesan oneshot

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fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic · 7 months

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Good Omens Fic Rec: in the house we remain

Aziraphale buys a quiet cottage in the middle of the English countryside. It is perfect in every way: old-style, quaint, surrounded by wilderness, with a small water feature in the back and a price to rival that of any other property he's seen. He is in love from the moment he sees it. But when a mysterious set of books, all written by unknown author A.J. Crowley, appears on his book shelf, Aziraphale begins to wonder if there is perhaps more to this house than he'd originally believed. The truth can be buried, but it cannot stay hidden forever.

Length: 48,334 words

AO3 Rating: Mature / Spice Level 🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, At Home, Angst, Human AU

Triggers: Major Character Death

Read it here, fic by commodorecliche

*Minor Spoilers* It's almost frustrating that this story of Aziraphale falling in love with a ghost is one of the most gripping and beautiful stories I've read. It shouldn't work this well, it should be a crack idea. But this is such a powerful piece of fiction. It seamlessly blends romance with mystery and horror. Get your tissues, settle in, this one will haunt you.

Aziraphale has just moved to a cozy cottage in the countryside. If he's hearing things, feeling weird drafts, and noticing things out of place, well, that's just him settling in. Soon, there will be no denying the strange events, and it starts with a set of unpublished books written by an AJ Crowley. The previous, deceased, owner of the house.

This is heartbreaking. It's grief pools over everything. As Aziraphale learns more about the entity who haunts his cottage you will start to grieve as well. The way they begin to communicate was so thrilling and the softest romance. On one hand, we know they're soulmates and belong together despite any obstacle. On the other, it's a tragedy and horrifying. It's gorgeous and grotesque.

It's mostly safe in public, but an at home read for me. If you were destroyed by All of Us Strangers, I think you'll want to check this out. But mind the tags and warnings, there is graphic descriptions of death and major character death. Technically a happy ending? But that's a grey area in itself. I'd love to know how you guys feel about this ending actually

Read it here, fic by commodorecliche

P.S Spoilers under the cut because I want to scream about this story so come back once you've read this

I literally started crying when Aziraphale discovers what was tucked into the attic, the way Crowley was never appreciated as an author was so painful!! Crowley's death destroyed me!! The scene of the water splashing and Aziraphale trying to save him??? Only to come inside and see him?? THE ART???? This one has got me UNWELL.

But also what a horror! Aziraphale never experiencing a full life with Crowley, never knowing the physical touch of a person for what was it 40 years?? That's both romantic and devastating.

UGH I will never get over the scene of Aziraphale watching Adam discover his body. It made my blood run cold. And how Crowley had to watch over his decaying body as well. FUCK this one is so insanely good and how can I explain that to a normie? Hm? Yeah this human au of my blorbos falling in love even though one of them is a ghost literally had me crying screaming and throwing up and this is a normal thing for me

My views on the ending? I think I lean on the horror end of the scale. Yes they are together, but stuck watching over every new owner of the house, still never getting to experience a real life together

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kyberblade · 11 months

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Bring You Back (Din x Reader) - Back To You Halloween AU

A/N: You all can blame @fordo-kixed-rex for this. She asked me, “What would happen if there was an AU where the reader in BTY went Darkside?” And I said how dare you here’s what would happen and it went from there. I’ve been sitting on this for months. It’s been torture. The name is based off of a song that just clicked for it, Bring You Back by Gold Brother, LIIV and if you want extra emotional damage, put it on repeat while you read. I am not advising this for health and safety reasons. I’m not to be held responsible for any turmoil this may cause. You do so at your own peril.

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Summary: The Darkside is always a temptation, even at the best of times…. What would happen if you ended up slipping further and further down a dark path? ….A path they couldn’t follow?

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. I know. I’m confusing. Welcome to my brain. Part of the Back To You Universe, so you’ll be kinda confused if you read it on its own, bc spoilers, but it can be read as a stand alone if you want. (Idk where exactly it takes place, but I know it’s after Part 19, sometime before or during TBoBF timeline that will be coming up in the sequel Close To Home.) Mando’a. Arguing. Mentions of saga typical violence. (See how frustratingly vague I was there?) It ends on a brighter note, don’t worry. It’s not all gloom and doom. I couldn’t do that to them. ……or could I? 😈

Word count: 2,326 (I know. What even is this drivel?)

Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex for the idea and seeing this through from start to finish. And @littlemisspascal and @what-the-heckin-heck for flailing on this with me as it developed. I really appreciate you guys. You make me smile a lot. 😁

Also, stay tuned at the end for some kick ass art by @fordo-kixed-rex. 👀 (You’re not prepared. I’m telling you now. Buckle up, children.)

Xxx

Din POV

It had been little things, at first. Just small things he’d normally not think twice about, but they started to make him take a closer look.

The way you’d look at an enemy.

At him.

His son.

It was icy, glazed over, and distant, yet fiery and ruthless all at the same time. It painted those under its gaze in shades of fear.

Of disdain.

With something close to death.

Din hated that last thought, but he’d been around enough of that in his life to know what it looked like. He knew death intimately. It was a close acquaintance. He’d brushed up against it time and time again, and each time it would kiss his cheek with a promised, soon, as he whispered back, not today.

He wouldn’t pretend to know the workings of the Force. It was still a mystery to him. But he knew you.

And this wasn’t it.

This was something else.

You were shadows. Shadows of what you were. Of yourself. A shell. Something wasn’t right. But like always, Din felt like he was looking at a sun when he’d stare at you for too long, so he could never look long enough to tell exactly what was off. He’d only get lingering impressions, spotted vision that left him open and vulnerable.

A rattled crate here. A broken box there.

A common thief just after a few credits left clutching their throat as the life was choked out of them by an unseen hand; their wide eyes peering over your shoulder, pleading with him through his visor for just an ounce of mercy, an ounce of forgiveness from this…. Hell they had found themselves in.

But what could he do?

It had been made clear time and time again you didn’t listen when he told you what to do. In fact, you came to resent it. I am not a tooka, you would say, he remembered fondly, smiling down at the painting in his hands.

He’d bought it for you once upon a time. A token. A promise. Though unspoken, it was his vow at the time to always make it back to you. Then it had been used as a threat against him, against you, that had propelled this whole adventure into motion. Until….

Now….

Now he looked at the painting that once symbolized home, a dream, and he saw…. A void. Nothing.

He sighed.

If this was the path you truly chose, then he had to choose his own. For the good of the child. Himself. And for you.

He’d confront you somewhere private. Some backwater planet. You’d always wanted to see somewhere green…. He just wished he’d gotten around to it sooner. Maybe then…. Maybe then you’d be happy about this visit, instead of what he expected, which was anger at him.

But he couldn’t keep waiting.

Couldn’t keep putting it off.

Din turned toward the ramp with another sigh. He knew this would break your heart.

He knew because his was already breaking.

Xxx

Normal POV

You looked around at the towering trees, smiling. Off in the distance between mighty boughs, a flicker of light…. Then another…. And another…. “Fireflies!” Despite your voice going up several octaves in excitement, you kept it hushed, hoping to not scare off the insects. But it turned out you didn’t need to worry about your voice, because as soon as you started toward them, they scattered, despite being a whole ships distance away from you.

Cocking your head, you tried to move towards another batch, but they too suddenly disappeared, scattering like the sparks of a dying fire.

Your brows narrowed in confusion as you came to a stop. They’d always swarmed to you, swirling around you in a cloud of light and energy, never had they run from you.

“That’s weird.”

“Maybe they sense it, too.”

You whirled around at Din’s low modulated voice. Once again he’d been able to sneak up on you, not a single bootfall down the ramp giving him away.

Smiling bemusedly at him, you settled your weight easily, head tipping back in question. “What do you mean?” You asked after a moment, turning to give him your full attention.

“Your powers, mesh’la. They’ve changed you.” His voice was low, pained. He stayed near the bottom of the ramp, his weight shifting slightly before he planted his feet and stood resolute, a sigh shrugging his shoulders gently before he went on. “At first I thought that was just the Jedi way, what do I know?” You chuckled softly. “But things have gotten worse. You’re…. You’re different.”

You scoffed, arms coming across your chest as your hip cocked out to the side, head tilting slightly with a sarcastic smirk. “You’re right. What do you know?” The words practically sneered from your lips, and you regretted them the moment they spilled, but you didn’t make a move to take them back.

It was like something had taken over your body, your motions…. Nothing felt entirely like your own, but it also felt so right down to your very bones. It made you shudder slightly at the contradiction warring inside your mind.

Ignoring your slight, Din went on, his weight shifted to one leg. “Fine. Explain it to me.”

Arms going wide, you began to gesture as you spoke, voice raising with each word. “I’m doing this to protect the two of you, Din! I was useless before! Now I’m-“

“Now you’re what?”

“Strong.” Your brow furrowed as you stared up at his visor bravely. Holding his gaze, you never once wavered under its unforgiving stare. “Now I can help.”

“Really?” Din nearly chuckled, gesturing vaguely back toward the ship. “Because Grogu is so scared of you,” he dropped his arm, leaning in closer to you, his voice lowered, “he won’t leave the ship.”

“That’s not-“ you turned around in a circle and realized the kid wasn’t there. “Where is he, Din? You’re hiding him aren’t you? To prove a point.” Looking around once again, you let out an emotionless chuckle. “You stashed him in the bunk, didn’t you?” You started up the ramp. “I told you not to-“

“Don’t.”

You stopped in your tracks, staring blankly ahead toward the opening of the Crest, not really seeing anything in front of you but the white hot anger that began to brew just under your skin. “Excuse me?” If your words were any quieter, you’d not have heard them yourself. Turning to him, you arched a brow.

He stared at you in silence for only a moment before he spoke in a soft, but firm, voice. “Until you sort this out, don’t go back on the ship.”

With a scoff in disbelief, you shifted your weight to your other hip, one hand coming to rest there, and rolled your eyes. “It’s my home, Din.” You chuckled again, your tone still dry and mirthless. “What are you talking about?”

He walked past you up the ramp, turning once he was at the top and hesitantly lifting his hand onto the lever. “Until you sort this out, until you get back to…. You…. It’s not.” His visor fixed squarely on you, Din’s fingers rolled in a procession of indecision along the spine of the metal gripped tightly in his hand, his gloves creaking with the effort in the silence. You stared right back. Met him ounce for ounce. Until…. He pulled down and closed the ramp.

Stumbling backwards as the ship lifted a few feet off the ground, the ramp beginning to close, you fell to the ground with a thump , landing flat on your back. The wind knocked out of you as you stared up at the shrinking form of the Crest, an anger you’d never felt before consumed you, and you reached out one hand, crying out in anguish as you held the ship firmly in place.

Whether it was a cry of pain, emotional or physical, fear, maybe even frustration, you didn’t know. All you knew was you couldn’t let them leave, and whatever it was boiled up and out of your throat as you watched the ship struggle against your hold. The metal moaned and groaned against your pull, the trees surrounding it bowing and bending in the wind from the engines. Limbs began to catch fire from the flames as Din hit the accelerators to try and break free from the phantom grip, but it was no use.

Somehow you made it to your feet, one hand extended to keep the ship held still, tree limbs doused in flames falling to the forest floor with loud thuds all around you. With your other hand, you reached for your saber, not really sure why, but suddenly it was in your hand and ignited as you made your way toward the viewport of the ship.

Stalking around the corner, you stopped short when you saw your reflection in the transparisteel - your eyes had gone yellow and your saber - it had started to bleed. Red streaks were oozing down from the tip, tainting the once brilliant purple glow of balance with the bright red of hate.

Blinking rapidly and shaking your head as you released the ship, you disengaged the blade and threw it to the ground, staring at it as if it had bit you while Din brought the ship back down with a thunk.

The blaze of the fallen branches painted the reflective hull of the Crest in an eerie glow, shadows dancing all around as you curled in on yourself, staring at your saber where it had landed on the forest floor.

Din lowered the ramp and stomped down to you, getting in your face, but didn’t touch you. A deep enough breath would be all it would take to close the distance. You had to crane your neck back to hold the gaze of his visor, your face about to crumble under its weight this time. It’s the first time he’s seen you flinch in a long while. Looking at your reflection in his visor, you see your eyes are back to normal, but that settled next to nothing in your gut. “Let us go, mesh’la.”

“No. I won’t.” Then quieter. “I can’t.”

Din sighed, and you almost smiled at the borderline normal response from the Mandalorian. “Why not?”

Eyes fluttering shut, you willed yourself not to cry. “Because without the two of you, I’ll completely break. And when that happens….. when that happens, you’ll never get me back.” Making your way the few steps to the bottom of the ramp, you sat on it, still looking up at your warped reflection in his visor. It was fitting. Your eyes may be back to normal, but your face…. Your face looked twisted and broken. Exactly how you felt. “I’ll never get back to you.”

Xxx

Shooting up in the small confines of the bunk space of the Crest, you took a sharp breath. Eyes darting all over, familiar blinking lights winking at you in greeting, the thunk under the cargo hold saying hello, and the soft snores of Grogu sawing steadily away in the background….

You jumped as strong, warm arms wound around your waist, the comforting press of a familiar chest leaning into your spine, the prickle of facial hair tickled your shoulder where it softly came to rest as gentle breaths puffed against your cheek….

“Mesh’la….?” A deep voice hummed in question.

A voice you’d know anywhere.

Vocoder or not.

“Sorry,” you breathed. “Bad dream.” Huffing out a laugh, you shook your head gently. “Bad dream.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He sounded like he was already halfway back asleep.

Turning your head to look at his profile in the low light of the bunk, you smiled softly as your eyes flicked over his face. “No, cyare.” Reaching a hand up to cup his cheek, you pulled him into you for a soft kiss. “Thank you. I’ll be fine. Nuhoy.” (“Beloved.”) (“Sleep.”)

As he pulled you back down toward the bedroll with him, your face melted into something a bit more contemplative.

It hadn’t been just a dream.

It had been a warning.

Slipping from the bunk once Din’s breaths had evened out, you walked over to where your belt hung by the fresher. Taking the saber from the belt, you glanced over to the open bunk, your expression tight, and closed the door with a wave of your hand.

Dismantling it down to the kyber inside, you breathed a sigh of relief when the crystal winked at you in the low light, unblemished. It’s purple hue completely unmarred from the ugly red it’d had in your dream.

After you reassembled the hilt, you ignited the blade and relaxed your shoulders further when the cargo hold was illuminated in the soft purple glow.

You stared at the blade for a moment, getting lost in the sea of silence hyperspace surrounded you with.

Careful.

Be mindful, little one.

I sense much fear in you….

“Not right now, kyber blade,” you mumbled to yourself as you addressed the saber. “Now it’s time for sleep. Not time for voices.” Disengaging the blade, you clipped it back to your belt before making your way back into the bunk. “I couldn’t get a blue crystal. Or green. No. I had to get a wise ass purple one. The universe is testing me. Literally.”

Luke had told you to be careful, as well.

Maybe you needed to listen.

But this was a problem for the morning.

For now, you needed to do nothing but settle into the arms of your Mandalorian and rest.

But come morning…. Come morning, things were going to happen.

And you knew you would do whatever you needed to do to protect your family, your aliit.

Your clan of three.

Whatever it took, no matter how far you had to go….

You would always find a way to bring them back to you.

Xxx

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Shadows in the dust | Chapter 1

Pairing/s: Finnick Odair x fem reader

Summary: At the age of 18 you thought you’d soon be free of the hunger games, unfortunately fate has a different plan. You are picked as a tribute for district 2 and thrust into capitol life.

Warning/s: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Trust issues, Death, Torture, Mental illnesses, manipulation tactics, Weapons, Swearing, Canon typical violence, Mentions of psychological distress, Use of Y/N, Fem reader, descriptions of clothing reader wears, explicit descriptions of weapon use, mentions of Avoxes, bad descriptions of capitol technology

A/N: Sorry this is late! I have Covid at the moment so I’m bedridden for the time being. Thank you SO SO much to my Beta Beans / @mjbeans they were such a huge help in writing this. I’ll probably post a few more art pieces soon of readers outfits I’ve described, let me know what you think of those. If you have any comments I’d love to see them!! Also let me know if I should start a tag list when I start the masterlist!

Word count: 5.6k

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A sharp knocking awoke her with a start. She sat up in bed and looked around groggily in the dark before she heard a shrill voice at the door. “ Darling you must be up at breakfast! We have a schedule to keep!” Furisha lamented through the door. She flopped back in bed and stared at the ceiling; the capitol had spared no expense on the room, ornate gold trim lined the crown molding. Fleur de lis lining the corners and retreating out with a flourish. The room was dark, the clock next to her bed reading 5:30am.

She studied the detail on the ceiling for a moment before hauling herself out of the duvet's warm embrace and grabbing the remote she had set aside the night prior. She dismissed the sounds she had playing and switched the window back to its normal display. Turning on the lights she looked at the rumpled duvet. The book she had fallen asleep with was still open, flipped to a random page and abandoned on the covers of the large bed. She picked it up and closed it gently, running her fingers over the fabric cover in memory. She set the book on the nightstand and crossed the room to quickly ready herself. She dressed in a simple loose blue henley and black pants, the upcoming tribute parade would surely rid her of the comfortable outfit after breakfast. Brushing her hair and teeth quickly she looked in the mirror, deciding she didn’t really care what she looked like for breakfast.

She made her way out of the automatic door and meandered down the hallway to the dining room. Finch perked up as he saw her, still clad in his pajamas. Apparently he had come to the same conclusion about attire. “Mornin’ sunshine” he teased as she offered a small smile. “Good morning” she yawned, sitting down at the large dining table and pulling her legs up to her chest. She took the steaming mug of hot chocolate already prepared for her, sipping on it and humming with delight. Furisha grinned “you two are adorable! I can already see the headlines!” she all but cheered. Y/N frowned into her mug, ah yes the headlines about one or both of them dying despite being such good friends…how wonderful. What a fine way to start the morning, thinking of death and grief. She suppressed a roll of her eyes as she took a meat and cheese pastry and set it on her plate along with some fruit.

“Are you two ready for today? All eyes will be on you.” Enobaria asked, sipping her coffee. Finch leaned forward, setting his mug down. He looked tired, he had definitely been thinking of the morning to come. “Hebe told me that we’ll be coming out second, and that we have to make a good impression as a team since so many others are coming out after us.” he said looking over at Y/N. “Our first impression needs to be the best one we make. Any ideas for how we can do that?” he asked, plucking a grape off her plate and popping it into his mouth. She couldn't help but let a small smile come to her face, this guy was a total dork.

“I'm sure Aerith will.” she shivered at the name of the old woman. “But knowing the capitol it has the be something big and eye catching.” She added. His stylist “Hebe” sounded much more laid back from what he had told her and she had seen at dinner the night prior. Unfortunately she seemed to be destined for a rather cutthroat approach rather than “nice”. Finch nodded, stealing another grape and looking at their mentors. “Any advice for us?” He asked, “I want to get noticed as soon as I can. I’m not going for subtle.” Brutus crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair and looked at his fellow mentor, “It depends on how far you're willing to go” he spoke cryptically. Y/N couldn’t help but feel her stomach sink at the words.

The two tributes discussed the parade with their mentors throughout breakfast, coming up with a few different strategies for stardom. The safety of childhood seemed to be all gone, the only things left being survival and with that fame. Soon enough breakfast was cut short, and they were being dressed for the event in the underbelly of the long strip or road where they would soon appear.

Aerith tugged different fabrics over Y/Ns body, settling and pinning them in place. She wore an asymmetrical dress with a red gradient down the tulle ruffled bodice. Small gems where added and glinted in the light. Aerith pulled a shimmering organza fabric over her head as a hood, letting the tendrils trail behind her in a silken cape. The hood was pinned into her hair as it was picked at by some very bored looking hairstylists. She was attacked by a group of makeup artists at the same time. Glitter, eyeliner and red lipstick smeared onto her face to perfection,her skin felt heavy with all of the products placed onto it. Heeled boots were fitted to her feet assuring she stood tall and proud and she was returned to Aerith, inspected by the old woman and given unwanted remarks about her stance, posture and body.

Aerith smiled at her work as she forced her human canvas into an uncomfortable position, looking Y/N over and once again tugging on bits of fabric. “You look devine my dear” she complemented “If you somehow manage to survive I plan to make you my muse.” She said with another unsettling smile. Y/N managed a small smile and a soft yet uncomfortable thanks to her stylist before the old woman led her to the carriages. “Stay here until you're told to mount up, I'll come meet you.” Aertith instructed, turning to go god knows where. The small woman meandered off through the crowd, leaving her young ward alone.

Y/N stood awkwardly next to the chariot, the sickly sweet aroma of the white roses decorating it floating through the air. The scent reminded her of Furisha, too much all at once. She took a moment to admire her surroundings, the other tributes were just as ornately dressed as she was. They stood tall and stiff, she wondered if they felt as nervous as she did. She noted the girl from district 1 appearing almost 6’ feet tall, she was being nitpicked by Cashmere at that moment. The boy by her side was easily the size of Finch, broad and tall with blue eyes and golden hair. The boy caught her eye and winked, she quickly averted her eyes, the interaction making her queasy. She turned her attention to her own chariot once more, looking to the gigantic black horse next to her. The horse chomped at its bit, making small snuffling noises as it waited just like her. She spotted a small table, a bowl of sugar cubes sat atop it. Everything has to be perfect in the capitol, down to the details of a table that would be left untouched. Looking around to make sure Aerith wasn't around to catch her she made a dash for the bowl.

She snatched it and hurried back to her post, smiling as she took a cube in her perfectly manicured red fingernails. She sat the cube in her palm, gingerly offering it to the horse by her side. The horse ate the cube greedily, looking to her to ask for more. She giggled to herself at the actions of the animal, taking another and giving it to him before offering one to his partner as well. Both horses ate the sugar cubes happily as she pet their muzzles, necks and ears.

She was reminded of the horses she had gotten to know in her village, she missed the whinnies on the street and the tricks a few of them knew for treats. She missed the hustle of the town square, the twinkling lights from the shops and the smells from the restaurants and bakeries. Her village was populated mostly by horse drawn carriages, cars being a luxury only reserved for the capitol and few in district 1. The horse in front of her nudged her shoulder and she broke from her sorrowful trance, petting his soft fur with the offer of yet another sugar cube.

“You seem good with them” A male voice spoke, snapping her from her thoughts and causing a shiver to run down her spine. Her ears perked up in curiosity and with a raise of her brows she peered around the animal to see who addressed her.

A young man stood there, a few sugar cubes of his own in his hand. He offered a small grin, dimples peeking out and highlighting his sea-green eyes and handsome face. She recognized him a bit, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly where they had met. “I like horses.” she said softly in response to his compliment, feeling a bit shy at the smile of the gorgeous man in front of her. “I do too, but unfortunately you'll only be seeing them at this event.” He said with a wink, he fed her horse a cube, petting its nose. obviously he knew she was a tribute. Was he one too? If so, why did he look so familiar? She had seen those wind blown bronze waves before somewhere but she couldn’t pinpoint when or how.

“That's too bad, I was hoping to get one as a gift from sponsors or Caesar Flickerman.” she said, laughing a bit at her own dumb joke. He laughed too, placing one toned arm on his hip, his green dress shirt bunching up at his elbow. “ you know I-” he started before being cut off. A male voice came over the speakers “Tributes mount up, First chariot in 2 minutes. I repeat, Tributes mount up, First chariot in 2.” the man spoke over the intercom. She frowned and pet the horse's muzzle once more, giving him a small kiss on his nose. “Very sweet honey, unfortunately this is where we part ways. I would’ve liked to know more about you.” the boy commented, giving her another award winning smile and offering his hand. She took it and noticed the rough callus of his palms and smooth soft texture of the back of his hand. He led her to the back of the chariot, kissing the top of her wrist softly before slipping from her grasp.

“Until next time sugar.” he said with a flirtatious wink, jogging back to another chariot not in her view. She stood dumbfounded in the spot he left her, she wondered if she would meet him in the arena, Maybe they could be allies. She was quickly thrust back into reality by Aerith poking her with a pin. She gasped at the sudden pain, looking down at the old woman displeased. Finch jogged up with who Y/N assumed to be his stylist Hebe following just behind. She was a small plump woman with strawberry blonde hair and a warm smile.”Aerith leave the poor girl be.” She repremanded. If only Hebe could've been her stylist, she seemed sweet.

Hebe murmured something to Finch and he waved her off, claiming that he already knew the “plan”. Y/N was forced to shrug the interaction off as she looked down at Aerith, the old woman was once again straightening any loose fabric or flyaway hairs to keep herself busy. Finch quickly hopped up onto the chariot, offering a hand to help Y/N up, she gratefully took it. The heels she was in weren't exactly comfortable or chariot friendly. He continued to hold her hand as they waited, his thumb rubbing gently over her knuckles by habit. She noticed his bare arms, the vest he wore matched her dress perfectly, the gradient on his chest melting into the sandy color of his pants. He sported a lightweight scarf similar to her own, the fabric falling behind him in a cape. Aerith and Hebe instructed them to offer big smiles and do their best to seem approachable but prideful. Sponsors wanted any hint of a celebrity attitude more than anything and would pay to see it demonstrated.

After a beat the chariot in front of them moved and theirs followed suit, her grip tightened on both the railing and Finch. she held his arm steadying herself in his grasp. The couple in front of them was thrust into the sunlight, glitter from their outfits and Hair sparkling in the morning sunlight and causing the crowd to scream in delight. Y/N nervously chewed her lip, this was so much pressure to bear. Their coach came out next, the lightweight fabric of their makeshift capes fluttering behind them in the breeze. They both smiled and waved, observing the capitol citizens. The patrons screamed and some even pretended to faint at the sight of them, the dramatics made Y/N laugh to herself. Maybe Furisha was strange to them but compared to these people she could be considered relatively tame. Finch turned to her quickly and spoke in a low voice, “Do you trust me enough to let me pull a stunt?” he suddenly asked.

She froze and thought for a second, did she? What if he made a fool of her to make his chances better? What if he did something that made her look vulnerable or lost her sponsors? She eyed him warily and observed his desperate gaze. “Trust me please?” he whispered in her ear. Finally going against her better judgment she gave in and nodded to him. “Don't embarrass or kill me please” She said as she waited for him to make a move.

He bent down and scooped her up in the air as he had the night before next to the bookshelf. She yelped in surprise and held his shoulder for dear life, her fingernails surely digging into his skin a bit at the unexpected surprise. Her eyes were wide as she perched on his shoulder, trying her best to smile and just focus on anything but falling. The crowd went ballistic, chanting their names and pushing against barricades. These people really were animals of the most dreadful variety.

Finch held an iron grip on her thighs and the chariot's rail as she waved for both of them. Flower bouquets and jewels were thrown to the couple, anything to get a glance from the now extremely popular tributes. It was ridiculous how one small move or show of strength and poise could change the tides in this way. Y/N looked at the banners on the sides of the track, they showed her smiling face and Finch with his now signature grin. She dared to look down at her partner, giving him a wide grin. “Your trick is genius!” she exclaimed over the roar of the crowd. He gave her a toothy grin in response, boysish charm radiating off of him. Turning into a semi-circle, the chariots stopped to view president Snow's annual opening speech. Finch gently reached up and took her waist, settling her down back to the chariot floor, his hand on her lower back afterwards to steady her. She smiled up at him, happy for his quick thinking and little “stunt.”

She could only try her best to take deep breaths and calm her racing heart during the speech, the excitement was a lot to handle in a short amount of time. The ride across the path had only been about 5 minutes but she felt as if she’d run 5 miles due to the adrenaline rush. She didn't really listen to the speech, it was usually the same each year anyway. Instead she looked up at Finch, studying his freckles like constellations. He looked down and offered her a silly smile and she felt happy she had accepted his offer of friendship. He was turning out to be the solace she had been praying for.

The chariots moved back down the tack after the short address to the tributes and she briefly caught the eye of Snow. His gaze made her shiver, she never wanted to be the subject of it again. Something about the president made her uncomfortable, his stare unfeeling. The horses pulled them down the path and she was back where she started not even 20 minutes before. Finch hopped off and took her waist once more, lifting her off the platform of the coach and setting her on the ground. She looked back, whispering her goodbyes to the horses and looking around for the bronze haired stranger who had captured her interest. He could be seen briefly, patting the back of the smaller district 4 boy. So he was a mentor? She watched him smile at the younger boy and couldn't help but melt a bit at how kind his smile looked. “Finnick Odair” Aerith said with a knowing smile as she followed the young woman's gaze.

A light blush dusted her cheeks when she realized she had been caught, and by Aerith no less. She cleared her throat and looked down at her companion. “He seems…nice.” she said innocently and Aerith only smiled wider “he’s a flirtatious man whore but if you like that sort of man more power to you.” She stated coldly before turning her heel and leading the group out of the area. All at once Y/N was again surrounded and ushered away from the concrete tunnel in a hurry. She stole one final glance at the handsome mentor she now knew as “Finnick”, He caught her eye with one last smile and wink before she disappeared down the tunnel.

She and Finch were taken back to their quarters, Photographs were taken and they were once again stripped, washed and dressed in tight jumpsuits. Somehow it wasn't even 11 in the morning but Y/N was exhausted. Furisha excitedly sat them down for an early lunch to discuss what the rest of their day entailed. She gushed over their appearance in the parade not even an hour earlier, squealing over how Caesar Flickerman had called them “favorites this year.”

It was nice to know they had done a good job and already had a stellar reputation but Enobaria soon cut into the squawking rant. “You have to keep in mind that a good reputation this early can also be dangerous. Districts like 1 and 4 will most likely try to pit you two against each other or even ask you to kill the other as a show of loyalty later in the games.” she warned, resting her elbows on the table and leaning forward to continue. “ If you want to continue this alliance you need to be prepared to get backlash from the other tributes.” she continued. Brutus interrupted, sharing the same sentiment “You need to be ready and willing to kill for your partner. You two can decide later if you want to stay together but in the beginning it can be crutial to have your district partner as an ally.” He said with a pointed glance at the two teens who were just trying to eat their lunch.

Y/N spared her mentors an upset glance, she didn’t want to kill anyone however She knew the sentiment would be dismissed the moment it left her lips. Finch just nodded along, unlike her he was a trained killer. His family was well off and sent him to the academy when he turned 10, two years before he was even eligible for the games. “I know neither of you want to kill, you never do before the games.” Enobaria said, especially talking to Y/N “but once it comes down to it, you have to know how. That’s what this afternoon is about, you’ll train on how to survive.” She explained. Y/N took a bite of the sandwich in front of her, the taste distracting her from the stress momentarily.

“Like how to use knives and stuff?” Y/N asked with her mouth full, her words muffled as she ate. Furisha frowned “Young lady-“ she started in a disappointed tone before Brutus interrupted her by barking out a laugh. “Yes, knives and stuff” He laughed. Y/N slid down in her seat munching on her sandwich, a bit embarrassed at her wording.

Lunch was finished quickly, the tributes eager to both experience the training and to scope out the competition. They arrived early to the scheduled training at the insistence of Furisha, something about impressions. Y/N looked around the large gymnasium, there were weapons everywhere she looked. A small patch of artificial forest sat to the side next to a large screen covered in symbols of bugs. She could only assume they were for wilderness training.

Finch took her hand, setting his sights on the station where spears sat on a rack. “Brutus told me you need to learn how to fight, plants and bugs can wait.” He said as he dragged her over to a platform with a soft mat covering it. He took a spear from the rack and handed it to her, pointing to a plastic dummy. “Kill it” he said in a commanding voice. He had to be kidding? She had no idea how to kill anything bigger than a spider!

Her eyes widened as she looked at him “how do I do that?” She asked with a look of confusion and a grain of fear. His shoulders fell a bit and he stepped closer, remembering she had not trained for this at all. He stepped behind her, gently taking her hands and spacing them out on the spear. He squared her shoulders and told her to keep her feet apart for balance. “Just stab and rip” He said, stepping to the side and holding his own spear. He showed her how to thrust it in the air and mimed the way one would rip it upwards out of a body. They practiced the same movements over and over. He fixed her footing a few more times and taught her to at least mildly defend herself against the air where they stood. She desperately needed some training from a real teacher but he would have to do for now.

She mimicked his movements, becoming a bit more confident with each step, she wondered what it would be like to actually fight with a weapon like a spear. After a few more moments he spoke again, “Focus on learning combat and finding strong allies today ok?” He instructed as he picked up an ax, holding it over his broad shoulder. “Will you be ok alone? I want to do some practice by myself.” He asked “If you need help there'll be teachers here too." He quickly added. She was about to reply when the Steel door opened, freezing as more tributes filed in slowly. The two stood silently watching the others as they broke off to their own activities.

The boy from district 1 crossed his arms and watched them, studying their movements.and forms. Finch frowned, he knew the boy wanted to intimidate them and he was not amused. He looked at Y/N with pity, thinking how terrified she must be. She felt uncomfortable with the look both boys gave her, wanting to squirm out of the spotlight. She didn’t want pity, she just wanted to be counted on. She decided if she was underestimated she may as well play that card for all it was worth. Hopping off the platform she approached the boy from 1. She gave him a fake smile, if she wasn't good at fighting yet the least she could do would be to endear herself to as many people as possible.

“Hi, I’m Y/N” she said cheerfully, sticking her hand out to shake. The boy looked taken aback, looking at her outstretched limb as if it was poisoned. “I’m…..Ammo.” He introduced himself. She pretended to perk up, her hand falling to her side “Like Ammo from a gun? That’s so cool” she said, really playing up the sweetness in her voice.

“Yeah exactly like that” He said, letting his guard down a bit but still wary of her. “You're the girl who pulled that stunt at the parade this morning, right?” He then asked and she nodded “It wasn’t really my idea, I’m not super clever.” She smiled, the lie rolling off her tongue like honey. “but I’m excited to meet everyone, I know we’ll be in the games and all that in a week or so but it’ll be cool to meet new people.” She added with a bubbly laugh.

The boy seemed to let his guard down even more “I doubt you'll have a hard time making friends.” he noted and she faked another giggle, subtly touching his bicep. She was a good looking girl, easy on the eyes and that certainly helped her with this shallow boy. “Do you want to train with me for a bit?” she asked “I bet you totally know what you’re doing on the field.” She smiled, a sugar sweet coating on her words, “ oh! i'd love to meet your district partner too, she's so pretty.” she added, giving a small wiggle in false excitement. Ammo thought for a moment before agreeing, motioning his partner over to them. “Dutchess! Come meet Y/N.” he said, grinning as the tall girl walked over, her blonde hair swinging in a ponytail behind her.

The almost amazonian girl stood in front of them, a questioning look on her face to Ammo, “girl from 2 right?” she asked with a skeptical look. Y/N gave a big smile “thats me, and I just have to say I loved your outfit earlier at the parade. You looked gorgeous, and your hair was so pretty!” she lied through her teeth. Truthfully she had only spared the tall girl half a glance during the parade, her main focus being that “Finnick Odair” who flirted with her a moment after.

The girl spared a small smile, “thanks, it didn't get too noticed since you and your little boyfriend pulled that move though.” she snarked. Y/N frowned, this girl was going to be much harder to crack than her partner. A pretty face and the damsel in distress act wouldn’t cut it…or would it? “I’m sorry, I know it was a lot.” she apologized fraudulently, doing her best to change her body language to one of sadness. “I figured I could show my family I was happy before I died, you know? I mean there's no way I'm winning this.” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. That wasn't exactly a 100% lie, she wasn't the biggest or smartest but she hoped she could at least blend in or hide until she could die by her own will or stab someone in the back.

The girl seemed a bit taken aback by the admission but retained her stoic demeanor. “Too bad for you.” She deadpanned, crossing her arms. “Just know I’m keeping an eye on you and your little boyfriend” she sneered, narrowing her eyes. Ammo frowned at his partner, “c’mon Dutch, be nice.” He said, motioning to Y/N. The blonde rolled her eyes, turning on her heel and sauntering away to a different station. Y/N cringed internally at the uncomfortable interaction, motioning for Finch to come join them. “Well let me at least introduce you to my District partner.” She said, trying to salvage the possible alliance.

Finch looked a bit shocked at how quickly she had stolen the attention of the career boy. He hopped down from the platform, walking over and unconsciously letting his hand rest on her lower back in a protective manner. “How in the hell did you pull that off already?” he asked in a low voice, a warm smile on his face. The smile grew on her face as she looked up at him winked, looking back at the blonde in front of them. “This is the tribute from district 1, Ammo.” She introduced with a kind tone, turning to her partner. “And this is Finch Glenn, the strongest boy in district 2.” She said, doing her best to make Finch seen as desirable an ally as possible.

Finch shook his hand “If Y/N likes you, I do too” he said “she’s a smart girl and her instincts are killer. She’s definitely the brains behind the both of us.” he complemented, a small country boy accent slipping out involuntarily. A light blush dusted her cheeks, why did his words give her subtle butterflies? And why did she like that accent so much? Was it because he reminded her of home? She shook off the thoughts quickly Better to ignore the feeling, she needed to concentrate.

An instructor clapped her hands loudly “Tributes!” she shouted in an authoritative tone “Gather up!” she motioned to the area around her. Y/N's eyes coincidentally met the eyes of Dutchess, the two making their way quickly to the center of the room where the woman stood. The two boys followed them, giving eachother a slight uncomfortable look.

Once everyone had gathered the instructor spoke again, “This week and a half will be the busiest of your life. You will learn how to fight yes but more importantly you will learn to survive, 20% of you will die by dehydration, starvation or exposure. You will learn to find food,water and make fire.” She warned “Fighting amongst yourselves is strictly forbidden, you'll have plenty of time for bloodlust in the arena.” she smiled, taking a sick pleasure in the thought.

The hours following were grueling: cardio, stamina, and weight training were the hardest. Fire, food and water were surprisingly the easiest. She internally praised her grade school teacher and her mother for forcing her to read books on wildlife and the water cycle. She remembered water was usually on low ground, that she could find water where the greenest of plants lie.

By the end of the long day she had gotten the trust of a few tributes from districts 1,4 and the young girl from 8. The 13 year old discussed fabrics and dresses as long as she could, slightly bragging that she could make a full dress in only an afternoon. Y/N liked the little girl from 8, it saddened her that the bright light of the child would soon be only smoke, snuffed out not only by the games but the citizens who quickly forgot all about her..Children who were murdered in the games were often treated like toys that children receive for special occasions, played with for a short time and then forgotten in the rain or buried beneath the bodies of other playthings.

Y/N vowed to not be like one of those playthings, she wanted to at least be remembered if she was to die. She needed to make a splash or ignite a fire if she could, anything to mean something to the world.

Her muscles screamed as she Changed for dinner that night, the hours of hard work exhausting her physically and mentally. She was never sure if it was Furisha, Aerith or an Avox that laid out her clothes. For all she knew it was some robot that lived in the walls. without fail every time she came into her room the bed was made and the next outfit was laid out. This particular evening it was a simple sky blue dress with puff sleeves, ruffles and flowers embroidered on the bottom of the skirt. She was beginning to see the pattern in the way she was dressed. Always big sleeves, lots of colors and tulle.

She stripped out of the tight training suit, letting it fall to her ankles as she stretched. The fabric was comfortable but the tight fitting nature made her feel cramped and stifled. She picked up the dress, the fibers feeling silky and smooth. Untangling her feet she stepped into the garment, letting it fall to her knees and zipping it in the back.

A ribbon hair bow was also provided, she was unsure of clipping it in her hair. Furisha knocked quickly and rapidly on the door “Dinner awaits darling!” she said in her usual singsong tone.

God she couldn’t wait for the day to be over.

She sat next to Finch in the dining room once again, being served a creamy red soup filled with beans, rice, and some sort of meat. As usual it was delicious, her hunger making her devour the bowl in a matter of minutes. Finch was the same, eating two bowls before they were served the next course.

Their entree looked like a large but simple bread roll, her eyebrows rose in confusion. Maybe it was meant to go with their soup but was forgotten? Of course not, She looked up to see Enobaria cutting into the roll with a knife and fork. Finch simply took a bite of the roll, a satisfying crunch leaving the crust. She did the same, a savory pork and vegetable mix flooding her senses. She all but melted at the flavor, trying to fit more in her mouth.

Finch grinned at her efforts “Slow down, the food isn’t gonna run from you.” He laughed. She deadpanned, “might in the arena though” she replied, taking another bite. “I wanna eat while my food is caught for me” she mumbled with a mouthful. He only smiled, leaning over and nudging her playfully as they both ate.

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