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leviiattacks · 4 years

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Hi, you're a very talented writer and your works are very beautiful. Can I request one where Levi's fem s/o does the ignore your boyfriend prank? Thank you so much and take care of yourself ❤️

author note :: thank youuu i’m glad you think that anon !! this isn’t good at all bc i’m just very sick and yeah,,, i’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations but i needed something to do and ended up finishing this. hmmm what is this is it fluff?? idk it’s captain levi and survey corps member reader though :-) requests are open so feel free to drop by if you’d like :D word count :: 3.4k

you should NOT be bothering levi as much as you are because he understands you need your own space to relax sometimes

but come on... you’ve been ignoring him for an unreasonable amount of time now??

and he’s not talking about groggy ignoring, it’s not the type you do when you’ve just awoken from a restless night’s sleep

no. you’re talking to everyone apart from him.

and it’s driving him up a literal wall

did he do something wrong???

has he made a mistake so large that you’re too scared to bring it up???

are you finally sick of him??

will you break up with him?

levi winces when thinking of that specific question

but he’s the type to silently keep his worries to himself as soon as he sees any indication of a bad omen

currently, he’s mentally preparing himself for you to break the news to him any day now

but little does he know you’ve just pulled a prank hoping for him to whine and complain a little

the point of this all is to elicit an out of character reaction

;-)

the idea came from historia at first

her playing such a foul trick on ymir didn’t go unnoticed and little by little ymir’s resolve crumbled away throughout the day

she went quite literally ballistic trying to get historia’s attention

and watching it all play out made you want to try it out with levi

you’d be a FOOL not to

WELL!!!! the fun part about this is that you’re a bit actually, no. a lot, more stubborn than historia!!!

and instead of committing to the prank for a day you’ve chosen to see how far you can stretch this out

if you have to drag it out for two days so be it

you have good reason to

levi isn’t the most affectionate man, your relationship is kept a total secret from all of the cadets

meaning pda never happens

and,,, listen you would love to kiss him before expeditions without having to drag him behind your horse for cover

to be frank the back of a horse does smell rather unpleasant and it’s not as romantic as you’d like for it to be

honestly you’d rather have everyone stare and gawk in awe watching the two of you make out

seeing them put two and two together realizing what it is that’s going on between you and the captain would be hilarious

especially since reiner said last week he could never picture levi dating anyone

AND!! he even had the audacity to say he thinks someone like him would never date someone on the team

is it really not that obvious to them?

do you and levi lack chemistry?

silently fuming you walk away and even then none of the cadets get the hint

but you do think mikasa has known for a while. her senses are sharp and whenever she sees you and levi together she makes a u-turn heading in the opposite direction away from the both of you

but even if she does she isn’t going to tell anyone about it unless she’s directly asked so it’s not like the cat will be out of the bag any time soon

it’s silly getting worked up over reiner’s comments but it’s kinda disheartening having the relationship be kept a secret

and you thought even if it was there would be at least a hint of a rumour, like it should be decently obvious it’s been months since the two of you began to see each other

ESSENTIALLY, this is your plan to “accidentally” let the cadets figure it out

eventually levi will have to get restless enough to do something bold

that’s what you think will happen

but then the reality of the situation hits you at the end of the first day

he seems to be dealing with it just fine ?????

after giving him the cold shoulder he shows no signs of returning at all

...

WHY IS IT NOT WORKING???

mayday mayday mayday....?!??

red alert....?!??

you are about to bang your head against a wall he’s the one who’s meant to be suffering over this not you

but again, you’re stubborn and won’t give in easily

by the end of day one levi has approached you two times

two...

each time you’ve given him completely blunt responses

it’s frustrating you that he’s just dealing with it as it comes

and when he does speak to you it’s not to ask what’s wrong

the first time he approaches you is to ask if you’ve seen petra around which makes your blood boil a little because everyone knows petra has a big, fat, MASSIVE crush on him

you know he won’t ever reciprocate or anything for a number of reasons but you can’t help but feel annoyed

the second time he speaks to you is to ask if you’re willing to help hange out with some paperwork

??????

he doesn’t even look interested in asking you what’s wrong

honestly you would drop this plan but you’re in too deep now

may as well keep it up.

the second day rolls around and it’s not your best day

you burn breakfast

trip over a broom and hit your leg rather hard against the dining table

spill an ENTIRE cup of tea over hange’s important documents

and you haven’t slept a wink after overthinking your relationship status for hours on end

maybe this prank wasn’t a great idea

you’re hunched over the documents close to tears not knowing how you can save them now

there’s nothing you can do and even though you know hange will be okay with it, (they’ve never cared much for paperwork) you just don’t want to inconvenience them with this mess

“y/n?”

looking up you see eren standing by the doorway of the kitchen watching with a humored expression as you place paper towels over the disaster you’ve created

“captain’s looking for you.”

perking up a little internally you make sure to remain as disinterested as possible on the surface

“what does he need?”

“i don’t know he didn’t say.”

“tell him i’m busy.”

and that’s all that occurs during day two

you pass by levi and occasionally his gaze flicks to you but he doesn’t take any action to address you in public or in private

you end up going to bed even more disappointed than you were the first night

the prank definitely isn’t going the way you want and instead of it leading to levi cornering you in front of everyone and dipping you into a dreamy swoon worthy kiss it’s led to you developing doubts.

many doubts.

but you aren’t giving up any time soon, now more than ever you want to be reassured levi even wants this relationship because he’s not acting like it

it’s admittedly a bitch move on your part for pulling this prank in the first place but you expected him to ask how you were doing it has been forty-eight hours after all

if the roles were reversed you’d force him into a room until he would tell you

so you can’t explain his weird behaviour at all

maybe he doesn’t like you as much as you think

that thought makes your eyes sting at the corners

he’s always been reserved and a little lost when it comes to opening up but you’re beginning to lose hope if he finds it this hard to ask if you’re okay

drifting off to sleep before you can wallow in your thoughts any more you wish tomorrow is better

it’s the third day and to say you’re exhausted is an understatement

midday and you’re training in the sweltering heat

the lack of sleep you’ve had recently paired with your stress isn’t doing you any good

a little dizzy you attempt to hold onto a nearby tree for stability but end up somehow missing the mark by a MILE??

tumbling to the floor painfully you hiss at the collision and rub the back of your head which is now sore

footsteps approach you in a hurry and for the first time in days you’re face to face with levi

“you okay?” concern is very much evident in his voice and that eases your nerves

without you even responding he’s turning you around just to check in case

nodding wordlessly you try to get to your feet when you feel a shift.

your ankle without warning gives out on you and you’re sent crashing back down to the ground

closing your eyes and bracing for impact you’re pleasantly surprised when levi catches you by the waist

your weight is leaning onto him and you’re looking down to the floor

hange is yelling from across the courtyard telling levi to drop you off at the infirmary but he doesn’t need to be told that

his instincts do the talking for him and he’s already slung you over his shoulder and begins carrying you towards the base

“levi. put. me. down. this position’s embarrassing.”

he doesn’t respond and you can hear sasha and connie cackling at the compromising situation

swatting his back you’re huffing and puffing yet he’s still ignoring you

you’re being given the silent treatment but you suppose you do deserve it

sighing you deal with the stares you receive on the way there

this is levi and at this point nothing is seen as abnormal when he does it

you can’t really look behind you to see levi’s expression either but when a cadet walks past and mouths “y/n, what the hell did you do??” you know you’re in for it

eventually he reaches the infirmary and without even letting you get a word in he plops you onto the bed albeit a little rough

“what’s with the cold shoulder?” he places both his arms by your sides leaving you trapped

“i-”

“if you want to break up you can just say that instead of beating around the bush.”

you’re stunned by the harsh tone of his voice, he doesn’t have his usual soft timbre and your eyes glaze over in defense

“you want to break up?” your question hangs in the air

chewing at your lip anxiously you know if you bite any harder you’ll draw blood

“i don’t care. if that’s what you want, sure.”

oh.

oh no.

this isn’t going how you planned

nails digging into the flesh of your palms you hang your head low

he doesn’t care at all

if that’s what you want????? really???? that’s his response??? he won’t even fight for you???

it’s silent as he bandages your ankle and you’re burning in a mix of embarrassment and fury.

“i was just pull-” choking up in the middle of your sentence you feel yourself automatically frown

“i was just pulling a prank on you. you know how historia did with ym-“

really you’ve always been terrible at holding back your tears and a few spill over the edge and you sob

why are you like this why why why why why?????

yeah,, you get why everyone calls you overly emotional from time to time but really you swear you feel your heart shatter a little at how levi’s acting

shielding your eyes with your sleeve you cower away from him

lord have mercy.

levi wants to curl up into a ball and die from the wave of embarrassment that hits him

a prank.

a trick.

and he didn’t catch on.

and now you’re crying.

because he thought acting tough and cold in case you wanted to break up with him made perfectly logical sense???

spoiler : it didn’t make any sense...

but now it’s made him look like he hates you??

but he doesn’t hate you

no, no, no. not at all.

he could never hate you.

you’re always willing to help anyone out, you’re genuine, always say sorry even when you don’t need to, unapologetically yourself at any moment, you’re fearful yet push it all aside to be courageous and most of all he loves your little hobbies because who in their right mind actually enjoys gardening??

he’s convinced people who say they like gardening are looking for something unique to make themselves stand out but really you enjoy it and it’s quite cute

ok, ok no more getting side tracked whilst talking about your love for plants

he could name so much more he admires about you but he’d be here all day

“i tried to talk to you yesterday but after you refused i thought you hated me and wanted to break up. that’s why i was acting like that just now.” he slowly tries to explain his point to you

“i know i’m hard to love so when you began to ignore me out of the blue i figured you didn’t want to-”

cutting him off without giving him the option of finishing his sentence you’re wide eyed in horror. he was NOT meant to interpret the prank this way.

“levi?? for as long as i’m alive i’ll never get tired of you. i promise.” his heart rate shoots and the intense magnetism between the two of you becomes stronger by the second

you pause for a second gathering yourself.

“and i’m sorry i should’ve thought about how you’d feel. the reason i did it was stupid.”

levi kneels by the bed and takes your hand in his, he graciously lifts the sleeve of your uniform and ducks down to press a soft kiss onto your wrist.

your heart flutters seeing him be so careful and gentle with you and bashfully you look away

guilt overwhelms you at that moment because you really are horrible for putting him through all of that.

levi cares for you he does

he may be silent about it and not the best at being public with it but you know how he feels.

you feel it in the way he looks at you

you feel it when he helps you mount your horse

you feel it when he double checks your harnesses before expeditions

you feel it when he tends to your injuries

and, you definitely feel it right now when it sinks in that he was acting like he hated you just so you wouldn’t feel bad if you really did want to break up with him.

he’s always been bad at picking up on hints and cues so you now understand why he interpreted it as you wanting nothing to do with him

of course he wouldn’t ask how you were if it looked like you wanted to skin him alive

“what was the reason for the prank?” he inquisitively asks genuinely wanting to know what it is he can do for you

“i...” you’re wandering off and suddenly don’t want to tell him

“i wanted you to kiss me.” you whisper in a rush

he cocks an eyebrow up even more lost. “i kiss you all the time?”

“i mean, in front of everyone else.”

he blinks and his mouth forms into an “O” shape

it’s a little awkward now

he doesn’t bring it up again so you assume he doesn’t like the idea of letting everyone know just yet

and that’s okay!! you respect that!!

after all, you can’t get mad at him for it, it’s the best choice.

you don’t want people to accuse him of having bias towards you and it’ll probably upset petra and hinder her performance if her crush just suddenly starts dating out of nowhere

your gaze is back on levi and he’s now double checking the bandage on your ankle after tending to it

“you can’t walk for a few weeks.” he tsks

“be careful next time.” he’s always been blunt when he does show he cares and you warmly smile after not talking to him in days.

you feel the need to apologize again

“to make it clear i really am sorry, i should have thought more about you.”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes

“i’m overjoyed that my beautiful girlfriend doesn’t want to break up with me. now, stop moping around about it i’m over it.”

he scoops you up effortlessly and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“y/n, for the record, i’ll work on not jumping to the worst case scenario first.”

you love this aspect of your relationship

being able to understand how your flaws impact the other and choosing to make changes or adjustments

it’s sweet and you must be smiling like an idiot when thinking of it because levi blows a puff of air onto your forehead knocking you out of your daydream

feeling a little less light headed than before you notice he’s walking back out towards the courtyard

why is he doing that...?

“you’re walking in the wrong direction?”

“no i’m not.” he replies with a smug grin

oh my god

no he isn’t

oh my god

is he???

you’re bright pink in the face as you turn to look at him panicking when you hear hange’s group returning

eren can be heard arguing with jean as per usual and now you’re smacking levi’s chest even harder

“you don’t have to do this no, no, no. it’s okay really.” it’s funny how you’re begging him not to do what you’ve been waiting on for three days

but you really don’t want him to feel like he has to do this

as if he’s read your mind he replies. “i’m doing this with my own free will.”

he gives you one last grin and pushes you up against the wall, your back is against the cold yet solid surface and you tense up

oh god. it’s happening he’s diving down and it’s as if everything is moving in slow motion.

gradually you feel the familiar feeling of your heart jumping out of your chest

both of your lips mould together, he’s hoisting you up again preventing you from slipping away. hungry hands grip at your thighs and a knowing smile twitches across his mouth.

nipping at his bottom lip he groans and you nearly forget why it is he’s kissing you

that is until you hear a SCREAM from your right

“eren what the fuck are you yelling at?” jean’s voice can be heard scowling in the distance but you’re too distracted by levi’s mouth to care

eren must be speechless because nothing is heard until jean reaches the scene

“OH. MY. GOD.”

“WHERE IS REINER??? HE’S NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS.”

“you’re both overreacting.” mikasa makes her appearance and you’re not sure if she’s seen you and levi yet because your eyes fluttered shut long ago

“Y/N AND THE CAPTAIN????? WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE MIKASA??” eren’s voice sounds so distressed you guess you’re right for assuming he may have had a crush on you at some point

“it was obvious, i don’t know how no one else knew.”

finally levi pulls away and you’re panting practically gasping for any traces of air

“what you looking at brats?” levi snaps in their direction and mikasa nonchalantly shrugs and walks away

jean and eren however, dash away at LIGHTENING speed probably on their way to let everyone else know of the shocking new development

levi pecks your forehead and you nudge your nose against his.

since that day you and levi have been able to get away with a lot more pda

you can hold his hand and stare at how pretty your hands look laced together

you can nuzzle your face into his neck without any questions

you can loop arms with him and even if he acts like he doesn’t enjoy it he genuinely does like walking around with you latching onto his bicep

although he still prefers the privacy of his office he’s more than happy to give in once in a while

and at the end of the day you’re ecstatic because there’s no more kissing behind your horse!!!

GONE ARE THOSE DAYS

wooHOO

honestly, you’re over the moon about it

and so is levi

:-)

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1kook · 4 years

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dreamy

—pjm x (f) reader

summary; You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. warnings; ANGST lol, fwb, reader is very :(( rating; mature (18+) bc tiny smut lol misc; small smut scene, a happy ending <3 wc; 2.5k

notes; i have to post on #JIMIN’s bday or else i cannot live with myself anyway here’s me trying to fit an entire novella plot line in less than 5k words clap for me except maybe don't bc its not proofread anyway hbd jimin <3

Jimin is a nice guy, but you doubt he’d make a nice boyfriend. He fucks you hard and fast, just as you like, but hardly goes out of his way to sprinkle in any other requests. He’s got a one track mind, doesn’t dwell too long on what you say or how you’re feeling. Doesn’t matter because he’s just supposed to be a fuck buddy, the hot guy you met at a party, so you don’t let it phase you. But, well. Jimin is dreamy.

Sometimes he holds your hand while he eats you out and it sends your thoughts into a frenzy, makes your heart pound a little too fast to brush it off as just arousal. He’s got this gorgeous smile, plush lips framing pearly teeth, and when he flashes it your way, it makes your knees weak. Tells you you’re pretty when he picks you up from class, always holds your hand on the way to his place for your routine fuck. Cute and nice like an angel, but just like an angel, he hardly gives a shit about anyone’s feelings but his own.

He laughs when you ask him to hang out that weekend.

“What, like a date?” he snorts, bare chest glistening from his post-fuck exertion. You're pressed against his side now, circling his pretty brown nipple with your finger. “That’s corny.”

You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. “Yeah, silly right,” you murmur, ear pressed to his heart. It’s calming and soothing, a slow thrum that contrasts with your own racing heart.

He’s not one for dates or for romantic things like that. But neither is he some player, a cheater, a two-timer. You can count the number of times he’s slept with someone who wasn’t you in your weird fuck buddy relationship, and all four of those had been when you first started sleeping together and only when you had been out of town. You’re no saint either, so you try to understand. He was just horny, liked getting his dick wet, and sometimes he couldn’t wait for you. Understandable, you tell yourself, but your heart hurts a little bit when he begins snoring without really answering your question.

See the thing is, you really like Jimin. It’s been a little over a year now since you’ve met, so you’ve had plenty of time to learn all about him. He doesn’t like pancakes for breakfast, prefers them for lunch actually, and laughs when you tell him that’s weird. He’s got this really dorky laugh, something between a bell and a whistle— it depends on the situation. Sometimes, Jimin likes when you play with his hair, and other times he doesn’t. He’s a sweet boy, you know he is, so why won’t he settle down?

You hate to attribute it to some past trauma, some “my girlfriend broke my heart when I was seventeen” mess, but the more time that passes you begin to believe it’s true. Jimin was a tough nut to crack, and the longer this drags on, the longer he ignores your feelings, you begin to doubt you will ever see them fulfilled.

Maybe you should end this now before it’s too late.

You don’t stay for breakfast the next morning, simply kiss him goodbye at the door like always. He’s older than you, about two years, so he doesn’t go to school anymore, just chills at home all weekend. “I’ll see you soon?” he grins, low-lidded eyes tracking the movement of your mouth as you bid him adieu. You never give him a solid response, figure a guy like Jimin will forget about you soon enough.

Then, suddenly, it’s been two weeks and he doesn’t reach out. Yeah it hurts, but it’s better than having confessed to him and losing him all at once. You’d rather this ending than the one where he terribly rejects you, breaks your heart into a million pieces, and throws you away. Still, it hurts.

Jimin was so cool. He was smart and confident, had a snappy sort of attitude that he liked to use now and then. He could be mean in bed, lick your cunt until you cried and call you a stupid girl when he wanted to. But that same tongue had snapped at a guy who was trying to pressure you into bed with him at a party. That first night you met, where you had sillily followed him home after his dashing intervention, you had thought it would be nothing more. Just a fling, just a fuck.

But then he was in your bed and in your head, twinkling eyes and cocky grin trailing after you everyday. He was so pretty and so suave, made you feel good even when he was being mean. But you suppose most cocky men like Jimin are like that. They know they don’t disappoint, even when they’re not really trying.

Jimin doesn’t call or text. You don’t see his car pull up outside your campus anymore. He’s gone and that’s that. You cry a little (see: a lot) and pretend you’re over him. You definitely don’t think about his soft laughter or his hands on your chest. Nope.

So that ends.

Or so you think.

Your friends say you’re mopey and sad, too down for someone who wasn’t even your boyfriend. It’s true, which sucks, but they honor your admittance by taking you out to a bar that night. It’s supposed to be chill and relaxing, just some drinks with the girls to soothe your aching heart. But the name of the bar reminds you of something, of someone you can’t reach anymore, and you don’t even know why. You’ve never been here before, never even knew this place existed. But everything about it brings you back to Jimin, like you’re in his space now, and you’re unsure why.

It reminds you of his laugh, his smile, to the point you swear you can hear it, right beside you, down the bar, to your left—

He waves.

There’s this look he used to give you every time he picked you up from your last class, this mix between adoration and lust that made your skin tingle with excitement. It’s not there now, in fact, it’s replaced with the complete opposite. It’s, like, the meanest look he can muster, something akin to a scowl. He smiles, but it’s so plastic-y and fake, it makes your head hurt. He’s so obviously unimpressed with you, probably because you ghosted him before he could ghost you. Maybe his pride is hurt and looking at you grosses him out. Maybe he just hates you.

Either way, eleven pm rolls around and you’re crying in the bathroom. Your friends are out on the floor having fun and singing karaoke. They think you’ve gone inside because you got your period, because that’s what you’ve told them. You don’t know how to explain that your ex who isn’t really your ex is out there looking at you like you’re a piece of gum stuck under his shoe. They’ve never even met Jimin. Why? Because he wasn’t your boyfriend. Who meets their friend’s fuck buddy? No one.

You sniffle, press a balled up tissue against your eyes in a feeble attempt to save your makeup. The bar isn’t that small, but neither is it huge. There’s only a few bathrooms in the back, and you’ve been hogging one of them for some time now. Someone knocks on the door, and you don’t even get the chance to ward them off before the crappy knob jingles and the door bursts open.

“Come on,” he grumbles, “you’re not the only one who’s gotta piss—“

He pauses, meets your eye through the mirror in surprise. “I’m sorry,” you blubber, hurriedly washing your hands in an effort to avoid his gaze. Jimin lingers at the door, which has long since fallen shut, and watches you with the eyes of a hawk. Your hands tremble and shake, fumble over the towel dispenser three times before you’re hastily making your escape. “Sorry,” you mutter again, head downcast as you move around him for the door.

Just as it cracks open, the music from outside filtering in, he slams it shut with a flat palm. You flinch, close in on yourself as he steps behind you. “What’re you doing here, doll?” he murmurs, deep yet careful. Tentative. “You don’t like bars.”

You know you don’t like bars. You didn’t know he knew that. “I’m with some friends,” you explain, jump when a hand touches your shoulder. “I— I’ll leave soon.”

A second attempt for the door is thwarted by Jimin. “Don’t,” he startles, breath heavy against your ear. “Don’t leave again…” he sighs, forehead against your shoulder. And then, quietly, “why did you leave me?”

Your heart syncs up with the music outside, thunders in your ears as you purse your lips. You don’t want to talk about it now, don’t want to confess to these emotions that drown you. Especially not when he’ll never understand nor will he ever care. It’s best to leave it as is, you convince yourself, slowly shrugging him off.

“We don’t want the same things,” you reply, eyes burning with the need to cry like a baby. But it’ll weaken your argument, make you look like the sentimental girl you know he won’t like. “It wouldn’t work anyway.”

The hand on your shoulder jerks you around, makes a gasp catch in your throat when he crowds you against the door. He’s got that same glare on from before, the one he had sent you across the bar earlier, and it makes your lower lip tremble when it’s this close. “You never asked me what I wanted,” he hisses.

It is then that you realize it isn't anger or disgust, but frustration that paints his features. It’s pure, unadulterated confusion and distress on his pretty face, furrowed brows and narrowed eyes pointed your way. You don’t know what it means, don’t know what he wants. “I,” you choke, weakly covering your face with your hand before he can see you crumble. “I just wanted you.”

Jimin deflates, steps closer until his body is pressed against yours, hands on your shoulders. “And you have me, doll,” he murmurs, bumps his nose against yours. “Always have.”

You shake your head, choke on a sob that bubbles up your throat. “No, not like that,” you stress, losing yourself in the emotions you spent so much time bottling up. “I wanted more.”

Jimin shushes you, guides your head into the crook of his neck where you paint his skin in dark mascara tears. “Is this about the date?” he sighs, patting your head gently.

“It’s more than just the date,” you cry, fists curling into the material of his shirt until it rumples beyond repair. He doesn’t understand.

Jimin nods, let’s you cry and sob until you’re feeling better and someone else is pounding at the door, yelling at you two to get a proper room. You don’t want a room, you only want his heart.

He takes you home again, helps you out of your shoes at the door because you’re still sensitive and quiver like a leaf when you walk. His bedroom is familiar, smells like him and his detergent. You miss it so much, want to savor it once more. Something in your gut says this is the last time, this is just Jimin getting one last fuck out of you before he really abandons you.

So you cry when he sits down on the edge of the bed. He hasn’t even said anything, hasn’t even taken his socks off yet, but you’re already a mess.

And of course he’s there to catch you, tugs you between his legs to look up at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the sky. “Don’t cry,” he whispers, reaching up to brush away your tears. But it’s not your fault that he looks like that right before he’s going to break your heart.

He’s so cool, even when you’re falling apart in his hands. “You don’t want me,” you sniffle, let him guide you onto his lap. “You just want to fuck and that’s it.”

Jimin leans his forehead against yours, warm breath washing over your skin. “I never said that,” he murmurs. “We’ve been over this.”

You huff. “Well you never said you did either,” you snap, rubbing at your eyes.

You cry and cry some more, until your sobs subside and you’re left with the hiccups afterwards. Jimin maneuvers you beside him, lets your hair spill across the sheets as he lays you down. They smell just like him, make your head spin when he kisses your cheek softly. “I want you,” he confesses. “I want this.”

You shake your head vehemently. “No, you don’t,” you sniff, but you’re not so sure. It’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the longest. Hearing him say otherwise sounds weird, even if he’s saying what you want to hear. “You don’t.”

Jimin catches your hand in his, pins it to the mattress. “I want you to be mine,” he adds, swallows your cries of denial with his lips. He kisses softly, and for the first time, it feels like he’s paying attention to you. Not your body or your lust, but your heart. “Had me feeling like shit when you didn’t come back. Like I lost something big.”

You still cry when he kisses down your neck, over your chest. His hands pull your clothes off, carefully like you’re a present for him to unwrap. Those plush lips you love so much drown you in kisses, over your tummy and your mound, until they’re buried between your cunt. “You’re mine,” he husks out, hand entwined with yours.

His eyes are dark from down there, long lashes blinking up at you as he dips his tongue in the places you crave him most. It brings you to a shuddering end, has you whimpering his name into the empty air until your toes are curling and you’re coming against his mouth. Jimin has never shied away from you, and doesn’t know, sits up with a hazy look in his eyes as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

Jimin wastes no time undressing, pushes off that sexy jacket until his lithe body is coming into view, thick thighs and lean abdomen. He slides right into you, holds your knees to your chest as he fucks you like never before. It’s slow and sensual, makes you shiver when he says your name in that low register of his. “Don’t leave again,” he whimpers, cock throbbing between your walls. He’s desperate today, ruts like you’ll slip right between his fingertips. It’s funny because you're the same way, clinging onto his shoulders until you’re practically glued together.

You come and so does Jimin. He pants against your ear, feels so warm and heavy on top of you. He doesn’t say much more that night, just plays with your hair. But he asks you on a date, mentions something about a carnival. “Yes,” you respond right away, because, well.

Jimin was dreamy. Maybe he’d be a good boyfriend.

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harrysweasleys · 4 years

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save a life // d.m

Summary: You know what I always thought would be so cute if the reader is a Weasley and dating Draco in secret and he gives her an amulet and if the person wearing it gets hurt instead of dying it turns into a sleeping spell and during the Battle of Hogwarts she saves Fred and ends up on the floor instead and Draco rushes over and just loses it and then he sees that you're still wearing necklace and kisses you and it's angsty but with a happy ending sorry I'm a sucker things like these

Warnings: violence, language, blood

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: so i changed up the request a tad, sorry about that, but nonetheless it’s pretty much what the request wanted! my requests are still open but i’ve got a long list to get through so sorry for the wait. xxx (gif not mine)

“Draco, I can’t accept this, it’s far too expensive,” Y/N’s mouth was agape as she stared down at the necklace in the little black velvet box. The charm on the end, which Y/N immediately recognized as a Protective Amulet — which they had studied in DADA — was glistening brightly, showing off its worth.

“No, it wasn’t,” Draco replied, placing his hand on hers before gently kissing her knuckles, “Besides, this can save your life, therefore it’s priceless.”

She looked up at him, still stunned speechless. She knew that Protective Amulets were rare, nearly impossible to find as they were in such high demand at this time of crisis, and she had never in a million years expected to receive one.

“What about you? You need to be protected too,” Y/N raised an eyebrow, closing up the box and placing it in her pocket, keeping it safe and away from the prying eyes of passing students. Her and Draco, although public with their relationship, tried their best to keep it as private as possible. She hated the attention they always got for being together.

“Don’t worry about me,” he brushed her off, “You know I’m in a very different position than you are.” He tapped his left forearm as a reminder that he was, in fact, fighting a very different battle than she was. When he showed Y/N the Dark Mark for the first time, they had spent the entire night crying, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

She knew it was coming. Hell, anyone who knew about Draco’s situation knew it was coming. But it didn’t change the shock and heartbreak that Y/N felt looking down at the dark ink permanently etched into the pale skin of her boyfriend. She hated looking at it. It was a reminder that Draco had no control over his life, that his entire legacy was built for him, that this was the reason he didn’t sleep nights. He was just as terrified as she was.

“You’re still dealing with You Know Who,” she pressed on, tossing a strand of her ginger hair out of her face, “If anything, you’d need even more protection. You know I always worry about you, I hate not knowing if you’re okay.”

“Love, it’s okay,” he smiled softly, sadly even, placing a hand on her shoulder and gazing into her brown eyes, “Don’t you worry about me. I can handle my end of the fight.”

Y/N squinted her eyes at him, ready to keep pressing the subject, but decided against it, “Fine. Thank you, though. It’s beautiful.” It truly was beautiful. The red gem in the centre caught her attention right away, the way that it almost seemed to glow under the bright lights.

“I’m glad you like it,” Draco said softly, placing a light kiss on her forehead and interlacing his hand with hers, “Now, should we get a move on to dinner so we can make it in time for pudding?”

Y/N grinned, placing a light kiss to his lips — which he gladly reciprocated — before the two of them made their way into the Great Hall. Draco waved ‘bye’ before making his way over to the Slytherin table, and Y/N made her way over to the Gryffindor one, sitting between her siblings.

“What’d he give you?” Ginny asked, peering over to her sister with a pressing look on her face. She had clearly watched the encounter between the two of them outside the Great Hall, making Y/N’s cheeks flush a light pink.

“A necklace,” Y/N grinned shyly, helping herself to come potatoes, “Protective Amulet, actually.”

“A what?” Ron’s mouth was agape, “Where the bloody hell did he manage to find one of those?”

Y/N shrugged, placing her fork down and taking the little box out of her pocket, making sure no one else was looking, and opened it up. Ginny and Ron looked awestruck, while Fred and George seemed to be too busy paying attention to their food to notice the commotion. Y/N placed the necklace proudly around her neck, letting the Amulet dangle between her collarbones.

“Damn,” Ginny nodded approvingly, “That little squirt has some good taste.”

Y/N giggled, admiring the way the candle light reflected off of the gems. She wasn’t one for fancy jewellery, having even told Draco not to buy her any once they started dating, but this felt like more than a show-off gesture. Him giving her something that would save her life felt like the biggest gesture he could possibly give her, one that really showed how much he cared.

When they started dating about a year ago, it was as if a fire had spread throughout both of their lives. Y/N’s family — her father in particular — were in no means ‘fans’ of the Malfoy family. In fact, although Arthur Weasley denies it, his dislike towards Lucius Malfoy grows exponentially by the day. And Draco’s family on the other hand loved to call Y/N and her family ‘blood traitors’ and ‘disgraces’ as well as making sure the fact that they were poor was very much a topic of conversation.

Both their parents were still iffy about the entire concept of their kids being together, but Y/N’s siblings had learned to accept it, much to her gratitude. Ron took longer than the rest, having dealt with Draco’s bullying first hand for five years now, but he eventually came around as long as they didn’t ‘flaunt their love’ in front of him on a daily basis.

“I reckon he didn’t get one for the rest of us, then?” Ron asked, glaring at Draco on the opposite end of the Great Hall while picking at the chicken legs on his plate.

“If you were his girlfriend I’m sure he would, Ronald,” Ginny replied, chuckling at her brother’s reaction. Y/N laughed as well, her hand still playing with the jewel around her neck as the dinner plates vanished, filling the table with multiple assortments of puddings.

“Always the best part,” Ron shoved his fork in, filling his plate to the brim.

Y/N looked over to the Slytherin table, catching Draco’s eye, and smiled widely at him, pointing to the necklace she was now wearing. He smirked at her, winking and shooting a thumbs up, going unnoticed by everyone else, but causing her entire body to flutter.

— —

“What do you think life will be like after the war?” Y/N was twirling a strand of Draco’s hair, overlooking the grounds of Hogwarts as the two of them sat comfortably in the fresh air of the Astronomy tower. They had used this location for most of their private moments, using it to talk about anything and everything. And of course, it was a good makeout spot.

“Peaceful, I hope,” he replied, gazing up at her quickly before turning back to watch the setting sun. Their sixth year hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park. Voldemort had returned, Dumbledore was missing constantly, and with Snape as the new Defence professor, Y/N Weasley was worried their education wasn’t preparing them well enough for their eventual battle.

“Do you think we’ll win?” she asked, pulling her hand away from his hair and turning to face him with a more serious expression, “By ‘we’ I mean anti-Voldemort people. You know, the good guys.”

Draco, although his parents were forcing him to join the ‘dark side’, was still secretly fighting alongside Y/N. She had helped him overcome the urges that came with his newfound Dark Mark, and promised him she’d stick by his side no matter what. He was prepared to leave the Dark Lord’s orders if it meant keeping her safe.

“I do,” he said softly, sitting up, “I think that once the war happens, we’ll be prepared enough to take him down.”

Y/N smiled softly, brushing her hair out of her face, “Dad says he thinks it’ll happen soon. Everyone at the Ministry is in a frenzy. And Fred and George are basically the only open shop in Diagon Alley, no one wants to go out anymore. The entire Wizarding world is in a panic.”

Draco sighed, gently placing a hand on her cheek, his other hand twirling the Amulet necklace she was wearing, “Love, I can’t promise everything will end up being the way it was before, but no matter what happens, I am not leaving your side. And as long as you wear that—,” he pointed to her Amulet, “—you’ll be by mine as well. And that’s all I want. You.”

“I love you,” she grinned, pulling him in for a tender kiss, “We’ll get through this together, yeah?”

“Of course, my love.”

— —

The war had come.

As another wall came crumbling down mere meters from her, Y/N dodged out of the way, her wand still gripped tightly in her hand.

She had been preparing for this for two years now, ever since Harry had emerged from the Triwizard Maze with Cedric’s lifeless body. They had prepared for this when Dumbledore’s Army came to life, all of them training constantly to fight back against the dark forces that were bound to come.

But, as Y/N gazed around the crumbling Hogwarts, watching some of her friends die before her very eyes, she realized that nothing could have really prepared her for this.

“Petrificus Totalus!” she shouted, the Death Eater that was standing in front of her now tumbling down the staircase as stiff as a board. She watched him fall for a long while before deciding to take off down another hallway, gliding against the wall to avoid being seen. She had intelligently decide to wear all black clothing to believe she’d be well hidden, but completely ignored the fact that her bright red hair gave her away instantly. It wasn’t her best moment.

“Y/N!” Hermione and Harry came barreling around the corner, frightening her nearly half to death, followed by Ron, Percy and Fred shortly after.

“Oh, thank Merlin, it’s you guys,” she hugged her brothers quickly, noticing the deep cut on Ron’s cheek and the blood coming from Percy’s hairline. She herself had a few deep scrapes and bruises as well, the blood smeared across her face and hands. Some of it hers, some of it not.

“Why are you all alone?” Harry asked, eyes darting around the corridor with full alertness, “We should all have backup.”

“I lost Ginny after a chandelier came crashing down,” Y/N said, her voice shaky with adrenaline, “We took off in opposite directions.”

“Is she okay?” Harry’s eyes were wide, the panic evident in the way his head snapped violently towards her.

Y/N grinned softly, clutching her wand tightly, “She’s safe, Harry.” He let out a sigh of relief, nodding his head slightly.

“Snape’s dead,” his voice was quieter, almost regretful.

Y/N felt her heart drop. She was never fond of Snape — he hated her and her family to his very core — but he was still someone she had looked up to, “Oh, that’s awful. An awful way to go, in the middle of a war.”

“Where’s Malfoy?” Ron asked, looking out the window that was facing the grounds, green and red flashes blasting in countless different directions.

“I—I don’t know,” Y/N admitted. She had seen him not ten minutes ago, he had arrived with his parents looking very sunken and gloomy, but they hadn’t had a chance to speak two words to each other since the battle had begun. She was worried for his safety, but she figured no one was really after him. Students didn’t know he was a Death Eater and Narcissa would protect her son until her dying breath.

Her heart sunk thinking about him. Since the end of their sixth year, things had been weird. She didn’t blame him, he had insane pressure being thrust upon his shoulders. His parents wouldn’t let him leave their side and Y/N’s parents would let her leave the house or even send Owls. She had pretty much lost all contact with him.

After the summer holidays and after Y/N attended her older brother Bill’s wedding, she had not spoken a single word to him.

Were they even together anymore?

“He’s here, though,” she spoke up once realizing she had been silent for a while, “I saw him.”

Hermione nodded understandingly, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. Hermione, who had been falling for Ron since third year, was the only person Y/N really confided in about her relationship. She didn’t even tell Ginny much. The only reason she confided in Hermione was because she knew about her feelings towards Ron. They often had late night chats about boys and their futures — those chats were some of the best moments in Y/N’s time at Hogwarts, really.

“Look out!” Ron shouted, but it was too late. Y/N was sent flying backwards, crashing into a stone pillar, violently hitting her skull and spine. She could feel the blood oozing out of the back of her head, her eyesight becoming insanely fuzzy, but she opened her eyes in time to see Fred hex the Death Eater, who went flying out a broken window.

Y/N’s eyes started to droop again, and that’s when she noticed the Amulet sitting on the ground in a tiny pile of rubble. It was no longer on her. Panicking slightly, she cleared her throat, blinking rapidly to regain her proper vision.

“Fred—,” she croaked out to the closest person, lifting her hand to point down at it, “Can you get it for me? The Amulet?”

Fred picked it up, rushing over to help his little sister stand up. After she was on her feet, still reasonably dizzy and lightheaded, a bright green flash had flown by, blinding them all for a good moment.

“Avada Kedavra!” Y/N ducked down, her heart skipping a beat. Someone was going to die.

Fred’s hand — that had been linked with her own — was now gone. The spell had hit him right in the middle of his chest and he was sent flying back, his body lying limp on the floor in a heap of broken stone.

Y/N thought she was going to vomit. She rushed over, letting Percy and Harry deal with the Death Eater, and picked up Fred’s head, resting it in her lap. His hair was standing on end as if he had been electrocuted, and his skin felt hot to the touch, but it didn’t stop her from attempting to shake him awake.

“Freddie?” she asked, her voice still trembling but this time due to the fact that she was holding back tears, “Freddie, please wake up.”

Ron was slumped against a wall, his eyes red and his breathing irregular as he watched Y/N try to wake up their brother. Hermione was comforting him, leaning her head against his shoulder, also trying to keep her emotions in.

Y/N couldn’t take her eyes away from her dead brother, whose eyes were still open wide, a faint smile on his lips that had been there before he got his with the blinding green flash.

“Fred, please wake up,” Y/N cried softly, ignoring Percy leaning down next to her and holding Fred’s limp hand in his own. She shut her eyes, letting the tears flow freely. The feeling of loss was horrendous. She was never going to hear Fred talk, or hear another one of his stupid jokes—

“Reckon I better thank the Slytherin git.”

Y/N’s eyes shot open, looking down at Fred, whose face was now in a painful grimace. His eyes were still closed but he was breathing. His eyelids flickered open and he coughed violently, dust and bits of stone coming out of his mouth.

“Fred?” Y/N dropped his head, placing her hands over his chest to check for a heartbeat to make sure she wasn’t imagining things, and thankfully, there was one, “Fred, you’re alive...”

“Do I have Harry’s scar?” he asked, eyes opening slightly and his infamous grin making its way back onto his face as if he hadn’t just died, “On my forehead, do I have one now too?”

Y/N, too shocked to do anything, glanced up at his forehead, “No.”

“Damn,” Fred muttered, still coughing, “That’s rather unfortunate.” Y/N couldn’t believe he was still alive. But as she looked down to his hand, which was now open, she could see the bright glow of the Protective Amulet glistening brightly. Fred had it.

“It saved him,” Ron muttered, his eyes wide as he leaned off of the wall, walking over to see his siblings, “Y/N, you had him pick it up for you and it saved him.”

Y/N was still speechless. Her own heart had regained its beat, but her head was still spinning, and the feeling of wanting to vomit was probably even stronger now than when she thought he was dead.

Fred carefully made his way to stand up assisted by Ron and Percy, while Y/N still crouched on the floor next to where he had been laying, her eyes glued to the floor in shock.

“You good, little sis?” Fred asked, sticking his hand out to help her up, “I’m the one who nearly died but you’re the one who seems to be on the verge of passing out.”

“I need to go see Malfoy,” she stood up hastily, rubbing the dirt from her hands onto her pants before pulling her brother into a bone-crushing hug, “Believe me, I’m thankful you’re alive. You have no idea. But I need to go see him.”

“What a roller coaster,” Ron ran his hand down his face, shaking his head before pulling Fred in for a hug as well, “George will have a laugh.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll find his twin brother almost dying hilarious,” Hermione scoffed, crossing her arms, “Y/N, why do you need to go see Malfoy? Isn’t he, you know, not on our side?”

Y/N shook her head vigorously, eyes wide, “He’s always been on our side. He had a weird way of showing it, but he’s never been evil,” she leaned over to pick up her wand off the floor and proceeded to place it in her inside coat pocket, “He’s been forced by his parents to become dangerous. I need to go help him.”

“But why now?” Percy asked, eyeing his little sister with what could only be seen as suspicion. Percy had been the only vocal sibling about his dislike towards Malfoy. Working alongside the Ministry for so many years now, he had heard horrible tales of Lucius Malfoy and tried to keep his youngest sister away from that family the best he could. Unsuccessfully, of course.

“Because he saved Fred, Perc,” she replied, her voice firm, “Well, indirectly, but still. He helped me. I need to go help him.”

The rest of the gang was silent, no one wanting to argue with Y/N — the fire in her eyes was burning bright and there was no way they would attempt to put it out. She was determined, and no one stops a Weasley.

“Do you want backup?” Harry asked cautiously, “Just incase his parents are around, that is.”

“No,” she shook her head once more, “I need to go alone.”

And without another word, she bolted down the nearby staircase, careful not to step on bodies and trying her best to avoid tripping on large chunks of rubble. The school that she had been practically living in for seven years looked unrecognizable. Walls were blown away, blood was smeared on the floors, unfamiliar bodies littered the corridors, and the constant flash of spells reminded her of a violent thunderstorm.

She continued rushing downstairs, luckily avoiding any encounters, and barged into the Great Hall, where she did indeed find Draco. His hair was a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lip was quivering. He was naturally very pale, but he looked even more ghostly under the faint light and the fact that he was surrounded by at least a dozen Death Eaters.

Her heart caught in her throat as she noticed all the eyes in the room now locked on her, Draco’s as well.

“Well, well,” Bellatrix Lestrange’s cackling voice reached her ears and she could feel her fingers begin to shake as they gripped her wand even tighter, “It’s another Weasley, is it not?”

Y/N locked eyes with Draco, who seemed even more panicked now that she was in the room. He nudged his head towards the door, silently telling her to leave, but she shook her head and stood her ground.

“Bella, don’t intimidate our guest,” Lucius Malfoy’s voice reached her ears and she grimaced. He had never liked her, and she doubted he would play saint right now.

“My name’s Y/N,” she said weakly, ignoring the laughs of the Death Eaters who were thrilled by her discomfort. She only recognized a few of them, having heard from Draco who they were, but some were unfamiliar, and the uncertainty of the situation she was in was starting to settle in her chest.

Lucius chucked, running a hand through his greasy blond hair, “Yes, yes, I am familiar with you. Draco, this is your little... girlfriend... is it not?”

Draco’s eyes were wide and he shook his head, tossing his hair back and forth aggressively, “No. We broke up.”

If Y/N wasn’t already devastated, she was now. Was he being honest, or was it just to get Lucius to leave her alone? The coldness in his eyes told her that it was true, but the way he was silently pleading her to leave the room also made her believe he was just trying to keep her safe.

“Ah,” Lucius nodded his head, holding his wand and twirling it through his fingers, “Then why are you here? You’re hardly Death Eater material.”

Y/N froze on the spot, having no idea what to say. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open, and her entire body trembling in both fear and adrenaline.

“Isn’t it clear?” Narcissa Malfoy emerged from behind her husband, her face fierce but her eyes showing the same uneasiness as her son, “It doesn’t matter why she’s here. It matters what we do with her.”

Lucius’ smirk widened as he faced his son, “Ah, yes. Draco, would you do the honours?”

Y/N took a step backwards, wishing she could leave but knowing there was no chance of that now. Draco’s face fell and his lip opened to speak, until he was cut off by his mother once more.

“I highly doubt we should do this here. I’ll escort Draco and Miss Weasley out, we will do this privately,” Narcissa demanded, glaring at her husband, “This is a war, but have some respect for your son, Lucius.”

Narcissa approached Y/N, who was still standing rooted to the floor, face pale and hands balled up into fists so tightly that all colour had left her hands. She knew Narcissa was more fond of her than Lucius, but she didn’t think that she would be the one to force Draco to kill her.

“Come with me,” Narcissa whispered in Y/N’s ear, grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the room. Y/N was being pulled around so quickly she didn’t have the chance to look at Draco, who was following in tow with tearful eyes.

“In here,” Narcissa pushed Y/N into a dark classroom, pulled Draco in behind her, and shut the door forcefully. Y/N was holding back hot tears, reaching into her jacket slowly to pull out her wand, prepared to defend herself if ever she was going to be attacked by one of the two people in the room with her.

“No need for that,” Narcissa snapped quietly, “I’m not going to make Draco kill you.”

Both Y/N and Draco’s heads snapped up to face her, their expressions nearly matched.

“I’m not a horrible person,” she scoffed, “I know you two need a moment. I will stand guard outside this door.”

With a swift movement, she was outside, the door shut behind her. Y/N and Draco were alone in the room, heavy breathing being the only sound either of them could hear. It felt strange being alone with him, they hadn’t really interacted or been together in such a long time. A lot had happened, and by the looks of it, Draco wasn’t exactly doing any better.

His hands were clenched around his wand, fingers white, and his eyes glued to the floor.

“The Amulet saved Fred,” Y/N spoke up first, wiping away the tears that had threatened to spill, “I wanted to say thank you for giving it to me.”

“You could have been killed,” Draco snapped, taking a seat on top of one of the desks, running his hands through his hair and then down his face, frustration laced into his features, “You know how dangerous this lot is.”

“Yes, I do know,” Y/N replied softly despite the bubbling frustration she was feeling, “But you helped me. I needed to come try and help you.”

He shook his head, locking his eyes with hers, “I gave that to you to save you. I don’t need you to return the favour.”

Y/N had gotten used to his insane stubbornness, but she was beginning to get irritated. They were in the middle of a war, this was hardly the time to get into an argument about a necklace.

“Draco, please, let me help you,” she placed her hands on his, and thankfully, he didn’t pull away like she expected him too. His hands were hot, the feeling of his skin touching hers making her entire body relax.

“How? How can I just leave them?” his voice was no longer accusatory, but gentle and vulnerable, “I want to, believe me, but I can’t. It’s too dangerous. And they’ll know you were involved.”

Sitting next to him on the desk, Y/N wrapped her hand around his shoulders and pulled him in for a hug, not thinking twice. He relaxed against her touch, resting his head against her shoulder and letting his hands fall around her waist. It was an awkward hug, considering they were sitting down, but Y/N loved it nonetheless.

She leaned into him, running her hand through his matted hair and placing her forehead against his shoulder, “It’s going to be hard, I know, but I’ll be by your side. I just want to save you the way you saved me.”

She was extremely cautious of pressuring him too much. Draco had spent his enter life being pushed into things, ordered around. When they had started dating two years before, he was careful not to let her see too much of who he was. But when he opened up, Y/N jumped at the chance to make sure he knew she would always be there. She reminded him every second of the day that all she wanted to do was help him. Watching him become a Death Eater was the hardest thing she had ever gone through — she couldn’t imagine what it was like for him.

If she wasn’t currently giving Draco her undivided attention, she would have missed the way he nodded his head softly, mumbling a quiet ‘okay.’

“Okay, good,” she pulled away from him, flashing the best smile she could muster despite the weight on her shoulders, “Your mother is outside this door. She can help us. She can tell the others that you killed me or... performed the Cruciatus curse, no?”

“I guess she could,” Draco replied, standing off the desk and standing in front of Y/N, “She told me I could make up my own mind. And I’m doing just that.”

Y/N felt her heart swell. She hopped off the desk too, linking her hand with his. He smiled softly down at her. It didn’t reach his eyes, but she could tell he really did appreciate what she was doing for him. He had never been able to actually get help before, but now that she was standing here in front of him, he couldn’t leave her.

“Come on,” she started leading him towards the door, but as she tugged on his hand, he stayed still, “Draco, what—?”

“Are you wearing the necklace?” he asked softly, eyes scanning her neck.

“Yes,” she replied, reaching under her shirt and taking it out from where she had placed it back on while running down to the Great Hall. Despite the dark room and the tense atmosphere, the jewel still glowed brightly.

Draco looked at it, his eyes softening, and pulled Y/N to him, pressing his lips against hers like she was his life source. Their lips moulded perfectly, as if everything around them ceased to exist. The distant screams could no longer be heard, and the darkness in the room seemed comfortable.

They pulled away from each other hesitantly, both of them having new found determination in their eyes.

“I think I’m ready,” Draco presses his forehead up against hers, his hand reaching to fumble with the Amulet, rolling it between his fingers, “I love you so much. And I didn’t mean it when I said we were broken up, you know.”

“I know. And I love you just as much,” Y/N replied, placing a quick kiss on his cheek, her heart soaring, and pulled her wand out of her pocket. They laced their hands together once more, walking towards the heavy door and pulling it open, ready for what was to face them.

Narcissa, looking slightly more frazzled than before, looked between them, then down to their interlaced fingers.

“I have to go,” Draco’s face was set, all trace of vulnerability he showed in the room were now gone. Y/N squeezed his hand tighter, supporting him. He squeezed back as a silent thank you.

Narcissa nodded, “I understand. Be safe, Draco.”

Draco nodded, turning to face Y/N, and proceeded to run down the hall with her by his side. Not in the direction of the Great Hall, but towards the battle, where both of them could save the place and people they grew up with. As they reached the courtyard unscathed, Draco pulled out his wand.

“Together, yeah?” he asked, clenching his jaw and gripping the wand in his hand, his other one still linked with Y/N’s.

“Yeah, together,” Y/N replied, lifting his hand to kiss his knuckles, “Let’s go win a war.”

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Dining out⇢kth x jjk

⇢18+ ⇢pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook (brief ft.Namjoon & Jisoo) ⇢genre: Smut, fluff, mxm, married couple ⇢word count: 8k ⇢warnings: Profanity, dumb humor, lil secret touching under the dinner table, bratty sub tae, dom daddy jk, I swear the daddy kink is heavy for these boys sometimes and this is one of those times, puppy petname; CHECK, blowjob, finger sucking, fingering, filming their shenanigans with their phone, tae fucks himself on jk's big doink then gets fucked good, meme ending because i am too lazy but at least you got a good fucking in. xo

A/N: Serves as a oneshot within the Love Maze series AU, however can also be read on it’s own. Co-written with my lovely @velvetwicebang <3

“Okay, remember to feed her every two to three hours.” Jimin nodded; blonde hair bobbing as he did so. The man carefully bounced the babbling baby on his hip, suppressing the need to roll his eyes at Taehyung’s constant reminders.

They’d only be gone for a few hours; but Taeyeon’s fathers were treating this like a five-month vacation.

“Her formula is in the bag, and so is her apple sauce! Sometimes she gets fussy right after she eats, so rub her tummy and give her a few pats on the back. Also, there’s diapers—“

“Guys, we know. We’ve looked after her before, remember?” Jimin reached out to place a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder; unknowing of Taeyeon’s infatuation with his boyfriend’s tattoos.

He didn’t have as many as her daddy Koo, but her shiny, doe eyes curiously scanned over the new piece of art. She found his eyes cool..

“No, I know.” Taehyung sighed, knowing he needed to calm the fuck down— but, Taeyeon.. but their date night.. “Normally we would’ve left her with Namjoon and Jisoo, but obviously that isn’t an option.”

“Cool, we’re the second choice. Nice.” Jimin wasn’t truly hurt by his friend’s careless reveal, only chuckling as he reassured them of the best.

“Shit, Jimin, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s just she knows them bet—“

“Tae, be quiet before I throw this apple sauce at you.”

Taehyung’s mouth was glued shut.

“Just go out and have fun, alright? We’ll look after Taeyeon, she’s in good hands. You seem stressed out as hell, I dunno, maybe even fuck it out while you’re at it.”

Tae simply sighed, detaching himself from Jungkook’s arm to press a soft kiss onto Taeyeon’s head, bidding his temporary goodbyes.

“Okay, well.. we’re leaving. We should be back soon. Thanks, again.”

"Thanks guys, don't hesitate to call us if you need to!" Jungkook chirped, a bit less worried than his husband. Surprisingly, Taehyung seemed to be the one who was always extra, extra protective and worried about separating from their little daughter. Now, Kook was a worrier himself, but he never thought he'd be the one tugging at the elder to finally be able to let go of being a father for just one second.

Kook's eyes met with the little doe eyes their daughter mirrored, his toothy grin growing as she quickly resumed her attention towards the tall man. He might've looked a bit intimidating at first, but everyone quickly learned that he was probably the softest one of them all.

Jungkook pulled Taehyung with him quickly, closing the door behind them before heading towards their car. They haven't been able to get this kind of time to be a couple for quite a while, and both of them were excited-- and anxious. It was routine by now with their child, and breaking it was harder than it seemed. BUT, fuck, did they need it. Stress was no joke with these men. Work, eat, sleep, clean, shit... Take care of the baby, make time for each other?

It wasn't easy, but they were a team. And did they make a damn good one.

"You look good." Jungkook grasped for Tae's hand to hold it cutely by the car. "We should take a picture of this rare occasion of both of us being properly put together at the same time for once."

“You’re right. This is rare as fuck..” Taehyung’s shoulders dropped to a less unnatural position, deep-set brows resuming to their place, ripening his facial muscles. He hooked an arm around Jungkook’s delicate waist, pulling him in until their sides touched. “Let the photographer do the honors, ey?” Cocky as ever, the elder’s hand uninvitingly reached inside of Koo’s back pocket, searching for the younger’s phone whilst he hummed into their short-lived kiss. Tae pulled away with a dorky smile, angling the high-tech device towards the starry sky, a wash of light shining down on them as if the cluster of stars themselves were on their side; working towards getting them the perfect picture.

It was cheesy— every second of it— but, Taehyung found his anxiety crumbling the longer they spent taking silly photos, so he said: ‘fuck it’.

“I like this one, you look like a full course meal.” Tae nudged his husband’s side, believable as he mercilessly teased. “Ah, okay. We should get going before Joon thinks we’ve bailed or something, you know he always thinks of the worst.” The elder climbed onto the passenger seat, twisting his body to reach for the seatbelt. “How much do you wanna bet Jisoo is holding him back from making a phone call right now?”

Jungkook's bunny-like grin grew at the compliment, the apple of his cheeks tinted with a rosy hue. He grabbed his cell phone back from his husband before sitting down in the driver's seat, deciding to post their selfie on his Instagram.

"I bet she took his phone away already. If not, they'll see our pretty picture." Kook scrunched his nose before placing his phone down in his front pocket. He starts the car and backs out on the driveway, giving their home one last glance before driving off.

"I'm excited, honestly. We haven't had a second for ourselves lately." The younger sighed, eyes flickering to keep his attention on the traffic. With one hand on the steering wheel, the other reached over to smooth over Taehyung's thigh as if to soothe him.. Koo could easily tell the elder was still having a bit of separation anxiety for leaving their daughter with their friends... "Let's enjoy this to the fullest, don't think too much. You know what would be nice? A few drinks to loosen up a bit."

“Yeah, I need that.” Taehyung knew Koo could see right through him. It was no secret that the elder’s mind lingered somewhere else; Taeyeon, to be exact. Tae knew he was extremely overprotective, it was never something he’d felt ashamed of in the past. What could you expect from someone who grew up in a hostile environment when they were younger?— it pained him to think this way, but.. If his own father could raise a hand at him, what would a stranger be capable of doing? Of course Tae didn’t think any of their friends would obtain such malice, nor were they strangers to Taeyeon. The opposite, in fact. Each and every one of their hyungs held a special place in the girl’s heart. The elder guessed that his past’s trauma arose now that he was a father himself. Taehyung wanted to do better.

Jungkook's smile didn't falter from his face the entire ride, the faint tugging of his lips in excitement a constant reminder of how relieved he actually is to be able to get some time alone to focus on his friends-- and especially his husband for the night. He pulled up into the restaurant parking lot, the scent coming off the building already hitting their noses even as they sat outside in their car. Kook inhaled with a content sigh, leg almost jumping in excitement. He was a foodie after all-- and since he finally has a stable income along with Taehyung, he's never had to worry whether or not there'd be food on the table. Cheesy one might say, but once in a while the younger still enjoyed to microwave some noodles on occasion either way.

"We're here." He cooed joyfully as he clicked the seatbelt off to lean over to the passenger seat, placing a haste kiss on Taehyung's cheek. He lingered, letting his lips hover over the elders skin. Taking a moment, he drank in the view. Taehyung has always been the most handsome man that Jungkook had ever laid eyes on, and as the years passed by quickly, that still never changed. One would say Taehyung only became hotter, aging like a fine wine.

"You look so good tonight... I won't be able to keep my eyes off you." Kook smiled, cupping Taehyung's cheek to draw him in for a proper kiss.

Taehyung giggled in the midst of their kiss, the sound so small and indistinct, but in the calming stillness of a parked vehicle it was impossible for its vibrations to go over one’s head. It definitely went noticed by the culprit himself, who blushed at the abrupt realization that even after many years spent by Koo’s side, the latter always knew how to make him feel beautiful..

“Thanks. You look really good too, baby..” Tae licked over his lips, able to still taste Jungkook despite the younger having pulled away. “Fuck, okay. Let’s go in; I’m hungry and Joon’s probably losing it by now.”

“Where the hell were you guys? We’ve been waiting for what—“ Namjoon’s eyes flickered down to his watch, “—fifteen minutes?”

Taehyung snorted, “What do you want us to do? Get down on the ground and bow at your feet?”

“You know what? Hell yea—“

Jisoo stepped in, speaking on behalf of her husband, “No need for any major bows here.. Ah, please sit down. Joon’s extra dramatic when he’s hungry.”

"You're not you when you're hungry." Jungkook recited the old commercial with a giggle, shaking his head at how bad it was-- but so funny to his young mind. He sat down in the booth across from Jisoo, with Taehyung sliding down next to him to sit across from Joon.

"Fifteen minutes is precious cooking time at a place like this, Kook. Don't joke--"

"Won't happen again hyung!" Jungkook saluted clearly, his toothy grin too effective towards Joon-- whether he wanted to admit it or not. His bunny-like smile would never cease to work as a secret weapon...

"Whatever." Namjoon grumbled as he picked up the digital device on the table used to order their food.

"How have you guys been?" Jisoo chirped as she glanced over at the little tablet, clicking occasionally to help navigate Joon's confused behavior towards the device.

"Stressed." Jungkook sighed, leaning his head against Taehyung's shoulder. "Having a child is no joke, there's never a dull day. But I love it, though." Kook mused, waiting for their turn with the tablet, reaching out for it when Jisoo had completely taken over to order for her and her husband. He stares at the contents for a moment, showing Tae the various choices of alcohol, hovering with his finger over the stronger drinks with a coy eyebrow.

“You know me too well.” Taehyung returned the favor, imitating Koo’s raised brow before pointing at the drink of his choice; Tae was aware he needed to chillax. And alcohol never disappoints.

Once they were finished ordering their starting drinks, the elder dismissed the tablet to the side. He scooted closer to Jungkook until they were practically squished together in spite of the extra space; playing with his husband’s fingers from under the table.

“Yeah, Taeyeon’s a handful.” The corner of Taehyung’s lips twitched upwards as he amusingly breathed out through his nose, mind tracing back to their daughter. “But she’s cute though, so it makes up for it.” The elder turned his head to look at Kook, “Also, this guy right here is pretty good with babies.”

Jisoo voiced out her agreement, reminded of the older days when Jungkook would help her with Yuna once he was done with school. Now her friend was married, and caring after a baby of his own.. Proud was an understatement in Jisoo’s mind. Every time she looked at Koo her heart swelled; the boy she once knew had grown into a man. But then again, Jungkook had always been really mature. In a sense, it’s the same guy Jisoo’s always considered her close friend— and fed on the daily.. “Joon could learn a few things..”

The mumbling under the older woman’s breath didn’t go unnoticed by Namjoon, who came to his own defense as quickly as lightning strikes the ground, “I showed up to the wrong preschool once!”

Taehyung butted in, confused but amused, “You forgot where your son goes to school?” Tae’s shoulders vibrated as he laughed, suddenly feeling much better about his own mishaps as a parent.

“The drinks can come out anytime now..” Namjoon tried to swerve away from the topic; his failed attempt at being sly earned himself a couple rounds of laughter.

Yeah, maybe Taehyung needed this..

As the tray of drinks finally arrived, they were left to sip on whatever they've ordered while waiting for their dinner. Jisoo and Namjoon both opted for the simple choice; beer. While Jungkook was an avid enthusiast of alcohol, whether it be beer, tequila, wine... He did settle for a large glass of wine, perfect for the occasion on his end-- and perfect as it always got him pleasantly warmed up.

"Ah, I'm so hungry...." Jungkook groaned, waiting for that big, fat juicy steak he'd seen on the screen. Meat was his one true love-- if you'd disregard the fact that his husband existed. He worked out just as avidly as he did in their younger days.. Well, tried to, and therefore his appetite was comparable to that of a horse.

"You're always hungry!" Jisoo joked, slapping Joon's shoulder as she laughed.

"Yah! Why'd you hit me?!" Namjoon nudged her shoulder back with his dimpled smile.

"Ah, food!" Jungkook's big, doe eyes sparkled with a childlike joy when the food finally arrived, jaw hanging open in pure admiration.

Taehyung chimed out loud along with Koo, ignoring Jisoo’s and Namjoon’s playful banter in the background. All that was on his mind at the moment was, ‘must eat’. Taeyeon snuck in there once in a while, but Tae trusted Jimin and his boyfriend. They’ve always returned his baby back in one piece, so that’s that. Maybe the alcohol was helping; he wasn’t as restless.

“Fuuck,” Taehyung knocked his head back, resting it against the backrest of the booth whilst he chewed on the piece of meat, savoring the burst of flavor that’d just popped in his mouth. “Koo, here.” It didn’t matter that they ordered the same meal, Tae still cut out a small piece for his husband to try. He blew on it before guiding it into Jungkook’s mouth, “Fucking delicious, right?”

Jungkook chomped the piece of meat off the fork with his bunny teeth, chewing it happily. His eyes widened as he nodded, humming in content. Food did taste better when it was from your husband's plate, confirmed. "So fucking good, oh my god.. " Koo agreed. Both men were just feeding off of each other's plates at this point, letting out all their curses and groans occasionally. Being censored on the daily was harder than they thought, and finally letting it all out--- somewhat satisfying.

Namjoon eyed the couple with a mix of disgust for their cheesiness, yet the dimples proved that he couldn't hold his smile for the two. They were grown ass men, and yet they acted like dorky the teens they’ve always been the moment they are together like this. It was endearing.

"What? You want me to feed you too?" Jisoo nudged Joon with a coy smile on her lips, immediately laughing when he shook his head.

"Definitely not." He joked back. He hated to share his food-- but so did Jisoo, so it was okay.

The evening went on for a bit, everyone talking-- rather, Namjoon rambling about everything and nothing while the rest ate, drank, and drank....

Jungkook couldn't help but continuously look over at his husband. He was just so fucking hot, when was the last time he was able to truly admire him like this? Forever ago.. A few drinks in and Koo's cheeks were hot, hazy eyes only half listening to the rambling from the other side of the table, nodding absentmindedly. His hand, however, decided to snake over to the elder's lap, gently rubbing up and down the soft fabrics, feeling the firm muscle underneath.

Taehyung was just as buzzed; their conversations only stuck with him for a couple of seconds before he reached for his glass of wine, downing the remainder of the scarlet drink. He was loosening up, or so he thought.. The meat of the elder’s thigh clenched, and his dimmed eyes averted downwards towards the source of the unexpected caress on his leg. With barely any space between the two, Tae awkwardly shifted around in his seat— however, he didn’t bother on pushing Jungkook’s hand away.

He liked it..

It’s been a hot minute since his husband put this much attention on him. The touch was small, but even such delicacy had Taehyung’s hormones in a twist..

“What are you doing?” He leaned in to whisper into Koo’s ear, resting his own hand on the younger’s thigh. Tae told himself that it was for balance, but even he knew that wasn’t exactly the truth. “Fuck, you’re hard,” his hand had slithered upwards to Jungkook’s crotch, groping his husband’s cock through the fabric of Kook’s pants.

"What are you doing? ah.." Jungkook's thighs quivered, gently bucking up into Tae's hand as he desperately tried to act unaffected. Not that the other couple would notice-- they were just as buzzed, just rambling, occasionally bantering... Koo barely noticed their presence at this point.

All he could think about was Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung...

"You just look so hot, babe, how could I not be hard?.." He huffed quietly, the hand on Tae's thigh mirroring the elders movements by palming his husband's cock right back, able to feel the shape and girth of it through the fabrics. "Shit, what I'd do to have you on your knees below this table instead..."

Taehyung’s shrunken pupils vigilantly switched between his husband and the other couple in front of them, until he realized there was no need..

Joon and Jisoo weren’t quite at their level, but it was obvious the beer had gotten to their systems if the cheesy mumbles and sudden display of affection were anything to go by. They were never cheesy— in front of them, at least.

“Don’t tempt me, we’ll probably get banned from this place or something..” Tae’s drunken smile beamed in the dimmed lighting before his lips abruptly took the shape of an ‘o’. Embarrassed, he nuzzled his nose in the dip of Jungkook’s neck, continuing to rub and squeeze Koo’s prominent bulge at a fixed pace despite crumbling underneath the younger’s teasing himself. “It’s been so long since I really got to feel you like this, and it’s been too long since you’ve felt me; really felt me..”

“Let us in on the secrets! Don’t be so secretiveee, it’s not nice, y’know.” Jisoo loudly sipped on her water’s straw, lips closing in on the frail plastic after her third try— her aim when drunk was amusing.

“This feels like all the way back to, uh, second grade was it? When all my buds talked shit behind my back ‘n crap.”

The woman pouted, “Awe, babe, fuck those kids. Look at you now, with mee! They wish they had me.”

Namjoon understood in spite of her strong slurring, “They’ll never have you, mine.”

Taehyung turned to look back at Jungkook, face reading; ‘what the fuck’. “Wanna get out of here? Kinda want some.. privacy.”

Jungkook couldn't even play it cool at this point, his eager nodding proving just how badly he wanted to get out of there as well-- if his throbbing erection wasn't enough to go by. "Yeah, please." Kook’s ragged breath whispered back, withdrawing his hand from Taehyung's crotch to inhale deeply. "Follow me... I have a fun idea." Since they couldn't go home, nor did they have a hotel room for the night-- there was only one option the younger could think of. A fun one, in his own mind. It's been a long fucking time since they did something a little risky... Jungkook was gonna try to say something to the other couple, but it was easier than he expected to have them accept their disappearance, so he simply got up, leaning down to whisper once again into Tae's ear.

"I'll be waiting in the bathroom... You have two minutes. No more, no less." He cooed, a mischievous grin on his lips as he placed a gentle kiss on the elders cheek before strolling off towards the bathroom area, closing the door behind him. The anticipation-- the small amount of waiting was enough to rile him up even further. And surely he hoped it did the same to Taehyung.

Fuck the bathroom, I’ll willingly get down on my knees right at this second— Is what Taehyung wanted to say, but he was far too stunned to even respond with a dumb nod of his head. Jungkook had strutted away without waiting for an answer, and for that Tae was glad.. Every time the younger asserted his natural dominance, Taehyung was left a flustered, unable-to-form-coherent-sentences mess. The elder was convinced the alluring words that slipped past Koo’s lips tasted like honey; they were sweet and sticky, making it awfully hard for Taehyung to forget them.

“I’ll be waiting in the bathroom.. You have two minutes. No more, no less.”

The man didn’t realize he’d been stalling until Jisoo asked him where Jungkook had gone off to.

“He’s.. somewhere. I’m going to the restroom, I’ll be back.” He kept it short ‘n sweet, knowing that whatever was going to happen in the secluded space would be anything but. Jungkook liked taking his time, and Taehyung enjoyed taking all his husband had to offer. The elder loved drowning himself in the moment, which is why he’d grown keen of using his beloved camera for other reasons.. Taehyung looked back on the films a lot— it was hot, and it gave him an excuse to miss Jungkook whilst he was away at work. More often than not Tae couldn’t act on his sexual desires; only settling for giving Koo a messy hand job before they called it a night. But today? It was going to be different.

Taehyung’s eager hand slowly turned on the doorknob, brows arched in anticipation when he’d met Jungkook’s gaze on the other side. It was a family restroom, meaning it was quite small. There were no stalls, only space meant for one. Or two..

Tae’s back was pressed up against the door as he pushed it shut, making sure to lock it. He stayed still in his place, arms shyly tucked from behind him. “I think I went over two minutes, daddy.”

"You did, puppy." The corner of Jungkook's lip curved into a smirk as he moved forward, barely a few steps before he was already towering over his husband. Internally, he was eager.. Impatient in every sense of the word. But tonight was a once in a while occasion, and it didn't occur often enough for him to waste it on a quick fuck. He'd been longing for this opportunity to truly feel Taehyung again, and boy.. was his body itching to feel everything.

"Can't even follow one simple instruction.." Jungkook tsk'd playfully, pressing up his body against Tae's, deliberately brushing their crotches together to make sure the elder felt just how hard he was for him already. "What do I do with a boy that misbehaves..." Now, Taehyung was anything but a boy-- but making the elder feel smaller was one of his favorite things to do, belittling him until he was nothing but a whiny, pleading sweetheart. Kook grasped Tae's chin in his long, tattooed grasp to demand eye contact, tilting his head lightly to the side like a curious pup would. "Do you need a reminder of why you call me daddy?"

“Hmm... I think I do..” Taehyung’s tongue peeked out from the small, surprised opening of his flushed lips, brushing over the moisturized skin and wetting it with its saliva. A hitched gasp followed suit, emphasizing the gloss-like effect he’d made for himself; Taehyung knew Koo was a sucker for the posh look. Slowly, his lips relaxed, and Taehyung’s intense gaze clashed with his husband’s. He allowed the latter to feel superior by standing tall before him, while Tae cowered in his place. The delicate, firm hold on his chin was beginning to make itself known, but the elder didn’t dare move out of Jungkook’s clutch. “Remind me, Koo.. why do I call you daddy?” Taehyung’s hands gripped at the younger’s hips, stifling his faint moans as their crotches pressed against one another.

It’s been too fucking long.

“What makes you worthy of that title?” He kept on pushing, wishing Kook would drop the foreplay and fuck him numb once and for all.. The elder was less patient, but he was just as needy.

Jungkook's lips curled into a smirk to serve as a response to Taehyung's daring words, knowing just how needy his husband was to just be stuffed with his cock already. But what the younger loved even more, was the buildup-- to make Tae so flushed and desperate that when he finally gets what he desires, it'll be more than worth the wait.

"Ah, my baby has already forgotten...." He huffs through heavy breaths, leaning forward to kiss his husband. As his tongue claimed the elder's mouth as his own to explore as he wishes, his hands hungrily roamed down his body, feeling and groping at every curve before they began to unbutton Tae's shirt, exposing his flushed skin. Without wasting another second, Jungkook's hands smoothed up Tae's stomach, his thumbs swiping over the elder's nipples softly-- at first. He groaned into the hot kiss, not stopping his hungry ministrations all while continuously teasing Tae's perky nipples, lightly pinching them between the calloused pads of his fingers.

Taehyung’s frail body squirmed in delight, the skin of his chest buried in small goosebumps whilst Jungkook spared him no mercy on one of his most responsive areas. The filthy noises of mild fulfillment scratched at the back of the elder’s throat, calling out for vocal release only to get pushed back down by Kook’s tongue.

“Mmhm..” Tae vaguely hummed into the heated kiss, hot puffs of air slipping past his nose, warming Jungkook’s already sultry skin. Everything about the younger was hot; like a predictable summer’s day.. Just one kiss and Taehyung began melting against him, his smaller body frame molding against the barely-noticeable dip from Jungkook’s chest to his pelvis. Eager, Tae never stopped rubbing their crotches together, driving his husband’s hips towards his own.

“Fuck, babe...” Tae whimpered once he pulled away from the kiss, chest rising while his lungs worked to retrieve back air. Taehyung’s head tipped backwards, bottom lip caught in between his teeth as he nonverbally encouraged Koo to continue playing with his sensitive nipples.

“Daddy.. please film me.” Tae might not have his camera at hand, but something about the quality of a phone turned him on. The elder wants to be able to look back on this moment.. He wants to be able to see his reflection in the mirror while Jungkook fucks him— phone held tightly in his hand. Tae wants Koo to focus on the way his cock sinks deep into him, catching Taehyung’s loud, hiccupy moans on video. They’ve filmed themselves a few times in the past, but Tae’s camera was set up on a tripod. Now, they had the opportunity to pilot a phone how they pleased. Jungkook could pan in on whatever he wanted, get a close-up of the goodies.. “Please, daddy. I’ll be a good boy... I’ll squeeze around you so tight. I’ll be so warm.. fuck— I’ll be your little bitch until you stuff me full of your cum. Then I’ll be nothing but your cum dumpster..”

Jungkook's cock twitched heavily beneath the fabrics, the thought alone of filming his husband in such a scenario bringing him more excitement than he expected. Tae’s cameras were fun, the quality superb... but using his phone seemed so much more intimate, it had the younger heated in excitement.

"Fuck yes... I'll stuff you so well. But first..." Kook placed his hands on the elders shoulders, using his strength to force him down on his knees. With a swift motion, he unbuckled his pants and tugged them down, too eager to wait for his cock to be engulfed by Tae’s plushy lips. His cock bobbed when set free, letting it freely taunt Taehyung as he dug for his cellphone in his back pocket. "Suck on it, puppy." His low, raspy tone was laced with lust, eyes staring at Taehyung's lips through the camera screen on his phone when he pointed it down from his view. "When it's nice and wet, I'll fuck your tight ass until you can barely walk out of here."

“Whatever you say, daddy..” His warm hands skimmed upwards from Jungkook’s beautifully muscular thighs to the latter’s base, where Taehyung took his time feeling the younger’s cock. He began by lazily flicking his wrist, multitasking while the other hand kneaded his husband’s balls. Taehyung played innocent, staring up at the camera whilst his tongue circled around the head; his long eyelashes fluttering in a coy manner.

“Daddy.. daddy, you’re so fucking hot when you’re in control.” Closing his eyes, Tae leaned back in, slowly taking all of Jungkook into the warmth of his mouth. He’s had plenty of practice, his gag reflex was practically nonexistent at this point in their relationship. Taehyung guessed all of those times he’d sucked Jungkook off under the covers when their friends were around— or when he got too impatient and gave Koo the suck of his life in the middle of the grocery store’s parking lot. Not to mention, the birthdays when he’d woken Jungkook up with his limp cock throat-deep in Taehyung’s mouth. They all paid off when it came to unplanned moments such as this one.

Tae hollowed out his cheeks, bobbing his head as he dragged his tongue from Kook’s base to the tip, leaving a trail of saliva along the hardened girth. He’d gotten so consumed in the moment, that Taehyung had forgotten all about the camera.

"Whoa, so pretty when you take my cock like that..." Jungkook's voice was shaky, already feeling the muscles in his thighs tense up. Taehyung knew exactly how to suck him off properly, every drag and movement done with the utmost purpose, hitting every sensitive nerve that riles up Kook to the max.

"I can tell you love it, fuck..." He stated as if it was a fact, and it was. Kook kept one hand gently combing through Tae's dark curls, brushing his fringe away to be able to get a proper visual of the elder through his phone screen, focusing on how his husbands plush lips stretch with the younger's girth, the slick saliva on his silky skin glistening even in his digital eye. "Okay, baby, that's enough... Spit on it and get up, pull down your pants and bend over the sink. Need a good view of your pretty ass."

Taehyung might be a natural-born brat in other aspects, but he never disobeyed Kook’s orders inside of the bedroom. Or a public restroom.. No matter how much Tae wanted to keep going, he did as his husband told, leisurely withdrawing from Jungkook’s cock as if it was the last thing he wanted to do. The elder stalled at the tip, glistening eyes peeling open to meet the phone’s unwavering perspective from above him, keeping a digital memory of Taehyung’s lightly damped, crimson cheeks. His swollen lips pulled off with a loud pop, eyes dimmed as they switched downwards to his husband’s cock. He gathered saliva, swishing the warm, thick substance around his tongue before allowing it to drip down on Jungkook’s already-drenched head.

“It’s so wet..” Tae’s thumb rubbed deep circles on the small slit, moaning to himself at the sly muscle spasms in Jungkook’s clenched thighs. Once Taehyung was satisfied, he followed through with the second order. Shimmying out of the tight jeans that hugged around his thick ass, Tae let them drop to his ankles along with his boxers.

He really was one impatient boy.. He couldn’t wait to get utterly fucked; Taehyung was always horny for cock.

With each hand gripping onto the side of the sink until his knuckles turned white, the elder stood before Koo, back slightly arched whilst his soft stomach pressed up against the cold surface.

“You like what you’re seeing, daddy?” He spoke, looking at Jungkook through the mirror, feeling more cocky now that he wasn’t kneeling down in front of his husband.

"Mhm." Jungkook hummed in approval, his eyes dilated with lust as he dumbfoundedly stared at Taehyung's full cheeks. He's seen his husband naked more times than he could ever count, but every single time it turned him on just as much-- He was insatiable when it came to Kim Taehyung. He angled the camera down as he approached Tae from behind, using his free hand to grab a handful of the flesh, squeezing hard just to see the skin redden underneath his fingers, watching the fat protrude in between his digits. "I love what I'm seeing... Fuck, I've been thinking about doing this to you all day--work was dreadful."

Jungkook's blunt nails dragged across the tanned skin, leaving faint pink marks in it's rake. He spread his cheek with one hand, just enough for him to see his unused entrance. By now the elder had gotten used to Jungkook's sizable stretch without much preparation, although some would still be needed... It had been a while after all. Kook switched the angle to the reflection, making a show out of the way he sucks his finger until it's nice and slick, however wasting no time in massaging Taehyung's delicate rim, and then finally sliding his middle finger inside of his heated flesh. He films Tae's expressions through the mirror before switching back to filming the way he drags his finger in and out of him. A low groan slips past Kook's lips, his cock throbbing as it rests against Taehyung's ass, still wet and impatiently waiting for it's turn to feel the warmth it craves.

"Stretched so easily tonight-- you're that cockhungry, huh." Kook digs his finger deeper past his knuckle, glancing back at the reflection to watch the blissful expressions on his lover's face.

The elder wasn’t given the chance to come up with a vague answer, only mewling softly as he felt his insides grip around Jungkook’s finger; the squeeze so tight while it clenched and unclenched that it almost forced Kook’s single digit out. Still, Taehyung worked on regaining his breaths, relaxing his muscles for a deeper stretch. Jungkook’s cock must’ve plunged deep into him over a million times, but that never meant Tae would lose his tightness. Every time felt just like the first.

“Oh my g-god.. move your finger— please.” Taehyung deliberately squeezed harder, squirming in delight when he felt the pad of Jungkook’s digit brush against his prostate.

Jungkook's lips tugged into a light smirk, a hot breath huffing through them at the beautiful sound of his husband pleading for more. Everything his man did turned him on, but the begging.. It was next level music to his ears. He kept the camera close enough to be able to see the skin of his finger coated in Tae's juices as he pulled out, only to shove in a second along with the first when he pushed it back inside, effortlessly with the sheer amount of force he used to refill the elders tight heat. Kook curled his fingers ever so slightly, just enough to reach that sweet spot better as he began to curl and uncurl his fingers a few times, relishing in the visible contractions around his digits.

"Your ass is squeezing me so tight... Ahh, the camera loves you.." He groaned, now fucking his fingers in and out of Taehyung, his stable hold on the phone capturing every single drag, clench and wet squelch. "You think you could take me already? It's gonna be a tight fit, but fuck... I want to feel your ass crush my cock."

As if the rest of his body was beginning to give out, Taehyung’s head dipped forward, panting heavily until he could make out the hot puffs of air grazing against his own chest.

“D-daddy— fuuck..” His hips rocked into the younger’s nimble fingers, relishing in the toe-curling way Jungkook teased his prostate. “Y-yeah, ‘m ready. First— a-ahh..” Taehyung hissed, raising his head once more to look at his husband through the mirror, long fringe reaching his pleading eyes. “Can I have a taste? Wanna suck on your fingers.” Taehyung didn’t shift eye-contact; eager to swirl his hot tongue around the same fingers that’d been deep inside of him.

Jungkook's small dimples grew more prominent along with his smile, crooking a coy eyebrow as he slowly popped his fingers out of Tae's stretched hole, leaning forward to press his chest against his lover's back, his wet cock pressed between Taehyung's cheeks. He brought his slick digits to Taehyung's hungry mouth, filming the reflection to get a proper view of both men.

"Here you go baby. Daddy's fingers are coated in your lovely juices... Have a taste, give me a good show."

The hand closest to Jungkook’s let go of its numbed grasp on the sink, instead reaching for his husband’s wrist as Taehyung enveloped the two fingers whole. The elder moaned; one that advanced from deep in his chest and rang throughout the otherwise quiet restroom.

He tasted sweet. Tae fucking bet he’s the sweetest Jungkook’s ever had..

He grinded his ass against Kook’s pelvis, staring at his man through the mirror with an intensified gaze, tongue lapping around and between the delicious digits, lips puckered whilst Taehyung bobbed his head. Thick drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, running down his slobbered chin; but he didn’t mind. Having yet to avert his strong eye-contact, Tae arched his back further to really press against his husband, having fun teasing the hell out of him.

“Mmm~..” Taehyung’s lips were past Jungkook’s tattooed knuckles, sucking roughly on the latter’s fingers as if it was the younger’s cock tucked in between his cheeks.

Jungkook's normally strong facade of stoism struggled to remain intact right at this moment. Too many things went on, from Tae's ever so piercing gaze, the way his tongue lapped at the younger's fingers, and last but definitely not fucking least; his plump ass grinding against Kook's aching cock. It was too much, and it had been way too long. Jungkook didn't care anymore, his expression morphing into that of pure admiration and lust for his husband, gawking like a dumbass at the show he did so kindly ask for.

"Fuck, that's hot... you're so fucking hot, puppy." He growled lowly, almost frustrated at how Taehyung was allowed to be this gorgeous. It should be illegal. Kook watched the elder work his fingers for a short moment before he had enough, withdrawing his hand to harshly smack his husband's ass. "You're too sexy, it drives me fucking crazy.." Another smack, this time keeping his palm on his ass before squeezing it hard between his fingers, spreading the cheek to grant himself better access to grind his tip against the lightly gaped hole. "Shit, look at this... All mine." Kook huffs under heavy breaths, panning camera down Taehyung's prominent cleavage of his spine runs down his back, until the lens settled on where the head of Jungkook's length prodded at Tae's entrance.

"Move backwards baby, fuck yourself on my cock." Jungkook commands, loud enough to clearly capture his voice in the recording-- knowing Taehyung will love looking back and hearing these specific words.

Taehyung’s body jolted forward with every firm, jaw-clenching slap to his ass; his cheek grew tender the more Jungkook’s palm came in contact with the agitated skin, leaving behind a noticeable outline of his hand to linger for days on end. If the video didn’t serve as enough of a reminder, the sting sure as hell will. The elder was on the brink of crying out loud, having to bite down on his lip to prevent himself from screaming Jungkook’s name.

“Feels so good..” Taehyung sank back until the slick head of Jungkook’s cock popped through the gateway to his familiar insides, instantly clenching down on his husband’s skin as a warm greeting. “Fuck, fuck... so big, daddy.” Moving backwards until he nudged Kook’s pelvis, Tae took a minute to adjust to the length, muttering filthy curses under his heated breath. “Is that tight enough for you, hm? You’re so hard inside of me, ahh..” Once he deemed himself ready, Taehyung slowly began fucking himself on Jungkook’s cock, stopping at the tip before he plopped back in with more force, wiggling his hips against Kook before repeating the action. “So hard, I can feel you twitching, Koo..”

"Ah, fuck-- Taehyung..." Jungkook doesn't hold back letting his husband know how good his ass feels. He runs his flat palm down the prominent line on Tae's back where his spine hides, keeping his hips still for a moment to allow the elder to fuck himself on his cock. Kook keeps the camera focused on the way his slick length disappears inside the stretched hole, in awe of the view through the screen. "So tight, you're so fucking tight-- good god... How could I ever get enough of this?" He hisses through his ragged breath. When satisfied with the good work Taehyung put into getting himself used to Kook's size, the younger decides that it's time to reward his lover.

With a rough snap of his hips, Jungkook thrusts forward to meet Tae's ass as it moved back against him, the loud echo of their skin slapping together drawing a guttural moan from the tattooed male.

"You're such a good boy for me." He redirects the camera back towards the reflection to capture Taehyung's jolting body as he began to build a momentum to the way he fucked into him, slow but rhythmical, forceful but precise. "Aren't you? My little good boy?"

A loud, unavoidable gasp left past Taehyung’s loose lips as he hunched over the sink, toes tightly curled in his shoes as one of his many reactions to Jungkook’s quickened thrust. His hands were balled up into fists; forearms resting on each side of the sink whilst he arched his ass further back. “Y-your good boy, yes,” the elder rasped out, voice as thin as ice, and tone as unstable as his legs while Jungkook fucked him. “Hngh.. I love you, fuck me harder.”

If harder was what Taehyung wanted, Jungkook was in no position to deny his wishes. He knows just how whipped the elder was for his muscles, and the endless hours spent building and maintaining them surely didn't go unnoticed by his husband. Rather the opposite, Kook loved the attention-- ever since they were younger, the elder seemed to have a special fascination towards the strength Jungkook possessed. He allows his body to serve as a response to Taehyung's request, the hand on his hip digging harder into his tanned skin, holding him in place as the younger increases the force of his thrusts, at first dragging his entire length in and out to ensure that every single inch of Tae's insides feels the friction of being filled to the brim.

"Oh my god.." Jungkook huffs out, throwing his head back, screwing his eyes shut in rapture as he pounds mindlessly, focusing only on how good it feels right at this moment to just fuck his husband dumb. The phone in his hand became less of a priority at this point, shaky and blurred, however it captured every wet sound of their bodies joining, every breathy grunt, and every single squeak of the sink as Kook's powerful hips jerked Taehyung's body forward roughly.

The gnawing weight of a hundred curse-words on Taehyung’s tongue never subsided. Every invasive jerk of his husband’s quick hips made him want to scream out in rapture; to sob from the overwhelming feeling of Jungkook’s rigid cock entering him over and over again until he was so fucked out that his eyes no longer saw the faded blue-wash of the tiles on the spinning bathroom wall.

Taehyung fuckin’ loved that. He felt as if he was floating on cloud nine; as if he was reliving his brief encounter with drugs when he was a young teen. His husband’s fucking was a heavy drug, there was never a time where Taehyung didn’t enjoy the high it gave him.

“I love it when you put me in my place, hmph!” Tae’s voice was sultry— breathy. Still as deep, but far more hitched. Every menacing smack of Jungkook’s pelvis against his rosy skin stole his breath away, gasps getting caught in the man’s throat before they were reduced to soft mewls. “F-fuck, daddy’s fat cock never disappoints..” The elder straightened his spine, caramel shoulder blades flexed as he depended on his weak arms to keep him in place. Taehyung stared at Kook’s diverse expressions through the mirror; internally praising himself. Moaning, one of his arms blindly reached backwards until his hand groped Jungkook’s ass, feeling the muscles twitch with every thrust. He tipped his head back against Kook’s shoulder, turning his head until Taehyung could smell the odor of built-up sweat on the small dip of Jungkook’s pale skin.

His back remained lightly arched, driven forward from every slam to his wet insides. “Ah, fuck.. yes, daddy!” The elder’s nose was burrowed in the crook of Kook’s neck, brows twitching slightly as a sudden warmth approached his lower stomach.

"Love when you call me daddy." Jungkook breathes out his words in a haste, grunts following with every thrust, smacking his pelvis against Taehyung's plump ass to feel it jiggle against him. He snakes one strong arm around his husband's torso, the one holding the cellphone to angle it back to film the reflection, as the other keeps a tight grip on his hip to ensure his lover doesn't fly forward from the rough effort he puts into every sloppy thrust.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, baby. Look at your pretty, big cock--fuck.." Kook couldn't look away from the view in the mirror, the elder's body was erotic in this position, skin glistening with sweat, cock swollen and red, looking as if it was about to burst at any second with how well Kook fucked into him.

"A-are you close? God, I'm gonna cum... fill your ass up so well, I want you to hold it in until we get home, okay?" Jungkook nudges the elder's cheek with his nose to bring them face to face. "Kiss me, wanna taste your pretty moans as you cum."

Taehyung enthusiastically attached his touch-starved lips to Jungkook’s smaller, sweeter ones. His warm hand extended upwards to eagerly cup his husband’s face, the pad of his thumb swiping across the younger’s scar whilst he deepened their messy kiss, low hums of approval ringing from profound in his rising chest. His squirming body jolted forward with more force, the ability to withstand Jungkook’s irregular thrusts slowly drained out of him, leaving Taehyung frail to every insignificant nudge.

“G-Gonna cum.. gonna cum so much..!” The elder leaned in once more, unable to take the empty feeling in his mouth. He generously sucked on Jungkook’s tongue, their drool running past his chin and slowly cascading down Taehyung’s neck, illuminating the way his Adam’s apple would bob with every forceful swallow. His husband’s spit was so warm. It was like medicine to his drained throat.. There came a time where Tae’s breathing was getting scarce; he pulled away with a soft gasp. His curtained eyes were glazed with fresh tears, vision blurry as he looked down at his swollen dick and the way it hit against the sink’s cooling edge.

So close..

“F-fuuck! Oh.. hngh, daddy, I’m gonna— A-aahh— ah.. hmm!” His high-pitched moans were muffled against Jungkook’s slick lips, mouth unmoving as Taehyung focused on giving his husband every drop of his filthy sounds.

He stayed still for a few seconds, twitching against Jungkook’s larger body, whining whilst his eyes fluttered shut.

“Fuck... I’m hungry.”

#fic: dining out #taekook smut #vkook smut #jungkook x taehyung #bts mxm #bts mxm smut #mxm smut #dom jungkook #sub taehyung #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #boymeetsmxm #bangtanarmynet #sombreboy

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sneezefiction · 4 years

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dance with me

Bokuto x Reader - Scenario

event request: “Can you do prompt 2. Dance with me for Bokuto?? Congrats btw!”

a/n: i’m always down to write anything for Bokuto, bb. enjoy some fluffy, slow-dancing moments with your fiancé, Bo, for me please, love!!

warnings: mentions of marriage & engagements

wc: 1350

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“Y/n, can you set that down for a minute?” Bokuto’s grin peeks over the top of your paperback book as he pushes it down with his hands.

“But Bo, I’m at the best part!” You whine, pulling it towards your chest, away from his grasp.

He’s leaning over you now, a signature pout adorning his expression. You try not to look up, but you can’t help it.

No.

Not those eyes.

His puppy-dog expression tugs at your heartstrings in the worst way. His eyebrows are knitted together with such sorrow, imploring you to give him your undivided attention.

“For me? Please.” He’s begging. Again, a puppy-dog.

“I just want to be with you…” His head is tilted, eyes pleading.

You sigh helplessly. So needy.

But you give him a soft smile, gently marking the chapter and setting aside your beloved book for the boy you love even more.

His eyes light up immediately, Bokuto’s smile is beaming at full-force once again. Just as it should be.

“Fine-”

As soon as he gets verbal confirmation, he’s grabbing you firmly by the underneath of your thighs and lifting you up off the couch causing you to gasp. Your balance is thrown completely off. He laughs as you frantically tuck your legs behind his back and throw your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling backward.

With that, you give him a frustrated frown, but the moment his eyes crinkle with mischief, you know you’re in trouble. He squeezes your thighs, tickling you, which forces you to abandon your forced frown and sends you into a bout of bubbling laughter.

A peachy blush forms across his grinning face at the sound of your voice, even though he’s the one who’s supposed to be getting you flustered. Bokuto buries his face into the crook of your neck, drawing your body even closer to his. You tighten your hold around his neck, loving the way his soft, grey hair brushes against your face.

Bokuto is always trying to find new ways to incite that divine sound.

It’s like music to his ears…

Music...

“AH MUSIC.” He blurts out, jolting his head back to face you, a flash of excitement glimmering in his golden-yellow eyes.

His sudden movement shouldn’t have startled you since he’s almost never calm for more than a few seconds, but you still haven’t fully adapted to his chaotic tendencies.

“Babe, what?” You question, cocking an eyebrow at his goofy expression.

“Ahhh, just come with me!” He expresses impatiently.

“Bo, you’re literally carrying me.” You state, but not without a laugh.

So he sets you down gently, allowing your feet to meet the floor before immediately dashing to the next room over, leaving you confused and wondering what your boisterous sweetheart was getting you into this time.

But in all truth, you’ve never loved someone more.

Before Bokuto, you’d always fallen for short-term lovers. “Bad boys,” as Bokuto now cheesily refers to them as.

It was easy to fall for their mysterious, eye-catching personalities and attractive faces.

They promised you pretty things. Long, steamy nights in dim-lit hotel rooms. Flirty, messy kisses in darkened theaters. Yes, your past boyfriend’s showered you in dirty, devoted promises about what they would do to you.

But it was never about what they would do for you.

You would always end up wishing for more. For something beautiful to happen in the slower, cloudier moments of life. For someone to last longer than the sunny, sensual seconds…

Yet they never stuck around to share the little things. You were always racing against time. Any ounce of conflict or trouble would crumble the already shaky foundation of your relationship.

It was never like that with Bokuto.

It didn’t bother him if you were sick, blowing your nose for 4 days straight or leaning over a toilet seat. He was there. Never leaving you alone except to get groceries or medicine. Holding your hair back and buying you boxes of tissues and cough drops. He would gladly catch a cold for you.

It didn’t matter that you were trapped inside your apartment on your 2 year anniversary, sheets of pouring rain coasting across the window panes, the weather laughing at your attempts to go out. Bokuto was impossible to faze in moments like these. He lit candles across the kitchen counter-tops when the power gave out and wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you concocted a dessert of some sort. You two consumed ungodly amounts of cookie dough that night and shared in celebratory chocolate kisses.

It didn’t change when you were grief-stricken. When you’d locked yourself behind a closet door, sobbing and mourning your most recent loss. He would sit on the opposite side of the door. Waiting for you. Crying with you. That small space under the door? Bokuto used it to feel around for your fingers, linking them together with his digits when he found them. That day, and many times after, he coaxed you out of real and metaphorical closets with loving, gentle words.

It’s why you chose to set that precious book down today.

It’s why you let him hold you whenever he’s feeling needy or lonely, a knowing smile etched onto your face.

It’s why you decided to put on that gold-laced engagement ring. Why you accepted his teary-eyed marriage proposal months ago.

Because for so long, you couldn’t see yourself with anyone for more than a couple months at most. It always seemed to end no matter how much effort you put into your side of the relationship.

Yet Bo gave you every reason to believe that he would stick around, making you feel like you always had a place by his side. That you were always wanted. Worthy of a lifelong commitment.

And whether you liked it or not, he would’ve bugged you until you agreed to marry him, so it’s probably a good thing you accepted the first time around.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts because just as soon as he had raced out of the room, he’s back with a newfound energy, hands full with a massive Bluetooth speaker and a fully-charged phone.

The moment it’s set up, he’s choosing a song. His eyes dash through all of his beloved playlists labeled with strangely specific names. You peer over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the one he’s scrolling through.

The playlist is titled “Dance With Me.”

You burst into another soft fit of giggles over the lovey-dovey name, causing him to turn his head, much like a curious owl.

He had the makings to be a charmer. And a cheeseball.

Both, for sure.

“Y/nnnn, don’t make fun of me! I need to practice for the wedding, don’t I?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you like a schoolboy with a crush.

A smile silently adorns your features.

With the click of a song, your ears are blessed with the melodic flow of R&B, thick with bluesy guitars and lyrical loveliness. A true slow jam, perfect for rocking on heels and leaning into broad shoulders.

You roll your eyes, throwing your arms around his neck for the 2nd time today.

“We’ve still got 8 months til we’re married, baby.” You remind him, your heart jumping at your own words.

8 short months.

8 months until forever.

Forever with your favorite person.

And it doesn’t scare you. No, the flutters in your stomach are reassuring and brimming with excitement.

You couldn’t wait.

So you rest your forehead against his, staring deeply into his contemplative orbs.

As you two sway to the beat, you can tell he’s thinking. Pondering that sentence. Cultivating a response. You can feel it in the way his thumbs stroke the sides of your hips in deliberation.

He’s searching your gaze and his own mind. Drawing a conclusion.

You just wait. Swaying to the beat, drinking in his almond, vanilla scent, patiently watching his thought process unfold before you.

“I just wish it were sooner.” He whispers, eyes locked on yours.

Oh.

Oh Bokuto.

You release your hold around his neck, slowly drawing your face away from his and moving your hands toward his features. The slow dancing pauses, his feet subconsciously planting themselves on the floor in curious anticipation of what’s to come.

Your knuckles stroke his cheekbones, causing him to flush slightly. Fingers brush against his jawline, your eyes now concentrated on his lips.

How dare he speak such beautiful things with that mouth. Always so smooth when you least expect it.

You lean in, giving him a soft peck, lingering on his lips for just for a moment. Enough to tease him. Because it’s so unfair of him to say things like that...

When he knows full well that you would marry him right here, on the spot.

Under the broken chandelier in your dingy apartment’s living room, you would dedicate your whole life to him, vows and all, while twirling to a playlist called “Dance With Me.”

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kotorirod · 4 years

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"If Not For Yourself, Do it For Her” - Maruki Takuto x Reader (SPOILERS)

Note: I wanted to share this because OOF! I’m double posting it between here and A03 because HA! I share X3 I might make more of these concerning this girl who I have yet to make a name for, though I like writing it a bit as reader form instead.

If you want more of these, let me know!

Summary: Maruki was set on the end that he saw coming, but words spoken and a reminder of a promise may be his true salvation.

Akira could feel whatever unlimited he strength he had was disappearing with the crumbling of the prestige Palace and the Metaverse. He could feel the bruises tightening up on his skin from where Dr. Maruki had punched him, and he knew the same could be said for the other's state. Still, he watched in pity when he saw the older man slowly fall on to his back on the glass floor.

He watched the man reach up to the sky, clasping something in his hand before saying, "I'm done... I get it now, all thanks to you."

The Phantom Thief leader was about to say something when he felt the ground rumble beneath them, reminding him that the Palace should be collapsing soon. That's when he saw the glass floor slowly cracking beneath Dr. Maruki. A second later, everything shattered beneath the Palace ruler.

Time slowed down around him as Akira pushed himself to reach out to him. He thought for a second that when he clasped his hand, he would slip away. Thankfully, he just barely caught around the wrist, now stuck grabbing the deadweight that was dangling over the near-endless abyss below.

He did his best to pull him up, desperation filled his eyes as he strained out, "Give... me your other hand."

When the older man looked up at him, he could see the transparent look of defeat in his eyes. The sorrow represented in Palace was accumulating in those orbs as Dr. Maruki scoffed, "Come on... I said I'm done."

Akira was met with a saddened smile on Dr. Maruki's face as the older requested, "Please... let go of my hand."

The younger shook his head side to side as he tried to tighten his grip. He would reach with his other hand, but he had to clasp tightly on edge to not slip over with him.

"We're going back together!"

Willing whatever strength he had, Akira tried to pull him up, but he could feel him slowly slipping out of his grasp. Taking in what breath he could, he shouted, "Give me your hand!"

"Your eyes are as bright and honest as ever... just like hers."

Akira had nearly faltered and lost his grip when he heard those words. Like who's? Was he referring to Rumi?

No, Akira knew who Dr. Maruki was talking about.

As he listened to him, he could feel the fall into despair, waiting for the older man as he shook his head. Hearing the man's fears, Akira shouted, "Then you tell her that yourself!"

At least that got through the man as he saw Dr. Maruki looking up at him in confusion. Taking this chance, he pulled as hard as he could, which was not even an inch.

" You think she would wish for a reality without you? Is that what you thought she would want?" Akira demanded.

He remembered seeing how his older sister had been in the cognitive world. You had told him about a boyfriend you've met, even showing the ring on your finger, but even with those joyful words, he saw the ache in your eyes.

The man the cognitive world had given you may have been the ideal man, but it wasn't the one you had yearned to be with. For the past year, Akira had listened to you talk about Dr. Maruki from when you met each other in Shibuya. He had been a bumbling fool, looking almost lost like you had been when you first came here.

Akira remembered hearing you speak about how he always seemed to know what to say, encouraging you to be the best you can be, and taking a step back when things were too much. He knew that barely a month had passed that you were deeply in love with the man.

...and the same had been for him.

Takuto had claimed that there was no one else, but your little brother had seen the way he had looked at you when he thought no one was watching. Akira knew that the feelings had been mutual deep down, but it came to a head on that fateful day on New Year's Eve.

He didn't know if you had been able to confess your feelings to Dr. Maruki. Things had changed to where it hadn't crossed his mind until now.

As the older man looked up at him, Akira continued, "She's waiting for you! She's always been waiting! Are you just going to leave her behind?"

Takuto could see the desperate look in his eyes, seeing how hard he was to try and keep this small lifeline attached. He had admired him for this drive, one that he shared with you.

Your face appeared in the back of his mind as he closed his eyes. He thought back to that day, December 31st.

Dr. Maruki stared at all the notes he had put together on his screen. Everyone he had come across, each student and person he had spoken. Their dreams and desires were written on the computer. He knew that he could change the cognition of even those of the Phantom Thieves, namely that of their perception of Akechi so the researcher knew he could help them.

He took in a deep breath and looked at the clock. It was a few hours before midnight. He had time to at least relax before his plans came to full fruition.

That's when he heard a knock on his apartment door.

The cognitive pscience researcher approached it with some caution. He remembered how the professor had threatened him, but there was nothing to fear... mostly. Shido had been taken down. Al the secrets that they've been trying to hide were being shown to the country.

He clicked on the intercom as the live feed showed you standing there, bundled up to combat the night's cold weather.

Takuto didn't realize how fast he had opened the door or the look of shock on his face that reciprocated yours for a moment before you laughed nervously.

"Um... can I come in?"

Your question was left with no answer for a short while until Takuto finally let you inside. You turned, hiding something behind your back as he saw your cheeks were quite red. Was it from the cold air or something else?

For some reason, Takuto entertained a little thought but quickly pushed it away as he asked, "It's a bit late, you know, Kurusu-san. I thought you would be celebrating the New Year with your brother and his friends."

" I was, but they were getting a bit too loud, and it was getting a little crowded in Leblanc," you admitted before then revealing what you had been hiding behind your back. You were holding up what appeared to be bracelets, the charms resembling as a lock and key.

You handed him the one with the key while keeping a hold of the other. He was surprised as he stared down at the bracelet as you explained, "I wanted to give this to you on Christmas, but I wasn't able to reach you. And I was planning to just drop it off in the mailbox if you weren't home."

Takuto just continued to look at the bracelet. It seemed so small, but the meaning was clear. He looked back at you, your short stature compared to his made you almost shrink. He could tell you were nervous, worried that what the bracelet held wouldn't be reciprocated.

After a while, he finally pulled you into his arms and embraced you firmly.

Why did you have to do this now, he wondered to himself. He had already written a plan for you, especially with all the times you had spoken about your ex-boyfriend. He had seen you before walking around with him, and those small smiles you shared were evident to him.

Yet here you were, showing something else than what he believed.

"Takuto-kun?"

Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, but he still didn't dare to let go.

Tonight would be the only night he could do this, and only he would remember any of it.

"Please... let me hold you until midnight..."

He felt you relax in his arms, returning the hug eagerly as you hummed happily and was unaware of the tears falling onto your coat.

You two sat on the couch, sitting in the silent dim room with your hands linked together. Your head rested on his shoulder as you asked, "If you're free in a few weeks, do you wanna go to Osaka with me?"

" What's in Osaka?" Takuto asked, feeling you lean away as you turned to face him. You had your knees seated beneath you on the couch.

Taking out your phone, you showed him that an event was happening in regards to an exhibit you were going to be working at. "I'm supposed to be staying there for a week, so I wondered if you could... I mean, if you aren't busy with work and... well..."

He couldn't help but smile at your growing blush and stammering. Though, he could feel that what he was going to say was a lie. Leaning forward, he paused just a centimeter away from your lips as he told you.

" I'd like to go... if I have the time."

Just then, he could hear his alarm beeping, indicating that it was now midnight.

Opening his eyes, Dr. Maruki found himself dangling again over the edge with Akira desperately holding on to him. A bright light had shown on them, briefly obscuring his vision as the boy was temporarily replaced by an image of you.

"So bright..."

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You stared down at your phone, seeing that it was almost time for you to depart.

Akira had suggested that both of you should take the same train home as him, but you had other plans. You were supposed to be heading to an exhibit soon, and Osaka was the opposite direction of your hometown.

You had given your goodbyes to him and his friends, now trying to get a taxi cab as you headed to the airport. As you waved your hand to wave down one, your eyes briefly looked at the charm bracelet around your wrist.

Takuto had disappeared after that night. All you remember was giving each other farewells and then heading home in the morning. Nothing happened between you two other than cuddling on the couch, which you still blushed at the thought.

Still, with no contact, you felt that you got your answer. A part of you was hurt, but you knew that this may have been the case. Takuto had spoken fondly of his ex-fiancé. You weren’t surprised that he was probably still in love with her.

After a while, you were finally able to wave on down as it slowed to a stop. Getting into the back seat, you relayed, “To the airport, please.”

”You’re carrying so little,” the cab driver spoke in a voice you quickly recognized. “I thought you were staying there for a week.”

You looked up and saw the familiar brown orbs staring back at you.

“Takuto-kun!?”

He chuckled as he signaled to merge into traffic. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

You weren’t sure how to feel about this. Takuto was acting as if he hadn’t gone missing for over two months, just coming out of the blue as some taxi driver.

“Wait,” you mumbled first before asking. “Is this your job now?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, glancing at the rearview mirror briefly before looking back at the road ahead. “Guess you could say that being a therapist wasn’t really my calling.”

The conversation went as such, mostly catching up on what you’ve both been doing. You were curious about why the man had changed his profession, especially downgrading to a taxi driver, but you didn’t broach the subject. You didn’t want to say it out loud, but he seemed less occupied in his thoughts while driving.

As they neared the airport, he asked, “So you are heading to that exhibit?”

”Uh, yeah... time sure flew, and I barely had gotten everything ready,” you admitted. You fumbled with your fingers, staring out the window at the complex before blurting out, “You never gave me an answer that night.”

He was silent, just like he was before. No words were exchanged for a while until he finally admitted, “A lot happened and... I’m sorry I never contacted you. I wanted to, especially everything that had happened, but I just...”

”It’s okay,” you told him, still keeping your head turned from facing ahead.

“But, it isn’t.”

You noticed that the car had pulled over to the side of the road, but you still kept your head facing towards the window. You heard him turn in his seat, facing you as he asked, “Please... talk to me.”

You didn’t want to snap at him. You weren’t some young girl who was spiteful from the silent treatment he had given you. As you turned your head with the best expressionless face you could muster, you felt it falter upon looking at him.

It wasn’t the apologetic look in his eyes that did it. It hadn’t been that he had moved so that kneeling on the middle console of the car.

Your eyes were focused, namely at the bracelet on his wrist, the key charm glistening briefly as he turned his hand to grip the passenger seat better.

”I’m sorry,” he began. “I was too afraid to tell you or even admit it, but I swear that I will work towards this relationship with you.”

You watched him reach out to you, the key charm moving closer to the lock as you didn’t realize that your hand covered your mouth in shock.

The magic in the air suddenly broke when a loud horn echoed around you both. Takuto’s foot had accidentally pressed against it, causing him to fumble and fall into the back seat beside you.

You stared down at his messy state, unable to hold back your laughter and tears as you reached down to pat his messy hair. He looked up at you through his glasses, smiling brightly that matched your own.

You might be a bit late for your flight, but you can easily book one later tonight.

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georgemackayhey · 5 years

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Silver Lining: Chapter 1

In which you and George decide to make the most of life after meeting up at the wrong place at just the right time...

a/n: Yay, my first multi-chapter fic! I'm still working on requests, never fear, but I couldn't wait to put this out there. I guess I could start a taglist, if ya’ll want to keep up with this absolutely wild ride! ♡

w/c: 3k

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You sat in the passenger seat of your finances big fancy car, staring at your phone screen. You were speeding down the freeway, away from the church where you'd just breezed through your wedding rehearsal. The big day was less than twenty-four hours away now, and your wedding planner had just emailed you to assure everything you'd been organizing for over a year had fallen into place.

You had the perfect a-line lace covered wedding dress. You had the perfect church for the ceremony and a lush garden venue to hold the reception. You still had your own apartment, and a house in the city to move into after the wedding and honeymoon. And you had Colin, the perfect brown-eyed finance with a wicked sense of humor and an overload of charm.

You held his arm and breezed through a chic restaurant where a collection of your extended family members had been waiting among a linen-covered table. You sat on the end, next to your mother, across from Colin and his parents.

Your father smiled your way and immediately gushed to you about how excited he was for tomorrow. You sighed, taking a swig of champagne and reached across the way for Colin's hand. You were very excited to marry him, but were feeling a bit frazzled after finalizing all your plans. Everything was in place to go perfectly, but a continuing worry kept gnawing at your insides, warning you that something was bound to go wrong because, with Colin, nothing was ever as perfect as it seemed.

Your fiance flashed you a toothy grin before turning a glance to his other family members down the table. The restaurant was full of folks in semi-formal dress, careful not to scrape their forks against fine china plates. And the table you occupied was full of your dearest family members, most of them for far out of town.

Your collective families chattered about the wedding and drifted into a conversation about some of their own bridesmaid tall tales. Colin's hand abandoned yours to sip his wine while his mother laughed through a story about your fiance as a child. His father gave a grand toast, cheering to your big day.

Just as you started to take sips of champagne, a young girl who wasn't your waitress appeared at the head of the table, boring her eyes into yours.

She looked as if she had just seen a ghost, and you were about to ask if she was alright, long before wondering why she was hovering just above you. But you watched as the pretty young girl turned her eyes from your face to the ring on your finger and finally, to your fiance who sat opposite you. As her glance grew more and more horrified, you felt a pit open in your stomach.

"Colin?" The young girl asked in a hushed quake. Your boyfriend of three years and fiance of one went just as pale as the girl hovering between you two. Oh shit, you thought. You weren't sure what was going to happen next, but, somehow, you knew exactly what was happening now.

"You're getting married, I see?" The girl tried to smile, but the turn of her lip only resulted in her eyes going glossy. You couldn't be sure if the rest of your table had zeroed in on what was happening. All you understood right now, was that everything had taken a very sharp left turn.

"Chloe, don't do this. Not here." Colin dared to gaze up at the petrified girl and hiss through his teeth. Colin barely had time to finish his warning before the girl you now knew as Chloe picked up the glass of wine Colin had been nursing and splashed the deep red drink in his face.

You definitely registered your dinner parties gasps of shock then; as Chloe turned her teary eyes toward you before she ran away with a shaky hand over her mouth. You watched Chloe run toward the front doors as a man in a dark sweater walked briskly after her.

Innocent onlookers then dropped their dinner forks and watched on as absolute disarray ensued. You kicked your chair out from under you, as the rest of the world crumbled at your feet.

"What have you got to say for yourself?" You stalled, fuming in place as Colin wiped wine from his eyes. And when he was able, he still couldn't manage to look at you.

With that, you decided that you needed to follow that girl. As you left Colin in a wine-soaked heap, your mother hurried to your side, as the rest of your family erupted into shouts, mostly aimed at the man who was supposed to marry you tomorrow. Your mother raced after you, her heels clicking in the marble entryway as you hurried out of the fancy place to find the young girl in a summer dress shouting at the man who dashed after her.

You stalled on the steps of the restaurant, as your story unfolded. The man in the dark sweater shouting with Chole, you knew him. That sturdy build, those blue eyes that glimmered like neon from a distance during dusk. He was even prettier in person somehow, George... George, oh, what was his last name? Until now, you'd only ever seen his face on the telly. It was impossible not to recognize him as one of the most popular up and coming actors, with the way the morning news and red carpet interviews gushed over the guy.

Then you started to put the pieces together. Chloe must have been his girlfriend. She kept saying "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" And he kept asking "All this time?" That's when a new fire was lit under your feet, as you walked over toward their fight. This was, somehow, your fight too.

Chloe saw you coming. Her eyes got wide and she stiffened up as she turned to move. But she knew better than to run.

"I'm- I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that in front of all those people. But- he never told me, we didn't-" The girl cried, closing in on her self as you stomped up to stand a few feet away.

"Actually, I'm glad you did! Now I don't have to waste a fortune on a cheater." You spat, truthfully. Anger flooded your system as you noticed her boyfriend drag his hands across his face as he spun around to sit against the sandy brick of the restaurant. George... That's it, Mackay!

"I'm so sorry," Chloe whined. "Colin and I-"

"I don't want to hear it. Just tell me how long. I just need to know how long." Your fists were curled at your side and the chilly night air wasn't a bother as smoke practically billowed from your ears.

Chole's eyes filled with tears and a frown pulled at her lips as you waited for your answer.

"How fucking long, Chloe?" George shouted from the ground just near you. Your heads turned in his direction and you noticed his eyes were still beautiful when they were shooting a look that could kill toward the girl who'd freshly broken his heart.

"Two... two years."

Two years was exactly half the time you'd been with Colin. Of course, that's where he'd been off to on all those late nights when you knew where all his alibis actually were. Two years was longer than you'd even been engaged. She was around before he gave you a ring, and she was still around the night before your wedding day. Maybe they'd still be together after all your plans were canceled and you were living in debt.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time." Chloe whimpered toward George as she turned to scurry deeper into the car park and away from the mess she'd started. Her now ex-boyfriend was sitting with his ankles crossed and his head lulled back against the building.

"Christ, I'm sorry." The man sighed, stressing each word as if he had anything to do with this. Well maybe he had a very small role in this grand scheme, but he was kind of in the same position as you.

"Me too." You shrugged, moving closer his way. Without much thought, you sat down next to him, an arms-length away.

"I should have seen it coming." George gave an exhausted laugh, opening his eyes toward the sky. "I knew she never felt the same as I did. I just kept pretending." The guy was opening up to you, for some reason.

"That's your job, isn't it? To act?" You very softly prodded. It would be weird if you kept on knowing exactly who he was without saying so. George turned those stunning blue eyes toward yours for the first time and gave you a sorry smile, followed by a nod of agreeance.

"Forgive my complaints, I can't imagine..." George raised a brow as his eyes traveled down your frame and landed on the engagement ring you wore.

"Oh, this old thing?" You glanced down, and then back up to him with a wry grin. "I'll tell you a secret, I never really liked it very much." You stage whispered to the man across from you who proceeded to actually chuckle in response.

Colin picked out the ring. He gave it to you right in the middle in the shop he'd collected it from, making a grand show of how expensive the thing was while a jeweler fitted it for your finger. It was expensive, and it was beautiful, but the diamonds didn't bring a sparkle to your eye. You'd always fancied something a bit simpler, more meaningful. Colin must not have ever really cared for you much, you realized.

It was then that you noticed a pissed off looking host escorting Colin out of the restaurant. The white button-up under his suit jacket was stained with wine, and he was nervously rubbing his hands together when he noticed you and George sitting together by a couple of well-groomed bushes. Your ex-fiance took a few timid steps toward you and started to open his mouth, but you weren't about to have any of it. You stood and stomped to right up to him, stopping Colin in his tracks.

"Here," You began, ripping the thousand dollar engagement ring from your finger.

"Take this, for your troubles. You'll need the money back after you pay for all the shit I have to call and cancel tomorrow. I'll give them your name." You flung your wrist toward Colin, and the ring landed on the pavement at his feet. He glared at you in your furry, and that pissed you off even further.

"Pick it up, get in your car and stay the hell away from me." You were fuming, but as you watched Colin bend over and pick up the ring he proposed to you with, a sense of pride washed over you. His jaw clenched as he shot you a look before turning to find his car in the lot.

You let out a breath before turning back to find the actor had been watching you. You looked at each other for one stunned moment before breaking out into a weird, shared bout of laughter. Because of it, you felt yourself floating back to the wall George remained sitting against.

As he looked up to you, opening his mouth to speak, the host who'd escorted Colin out of the restaurant sheepishly approached you.

"Ma'am," He rose a sorry brow. "Your guests have all left and we're sorry to ask, but their checks still need taken care of. "

"I understand." You sighed, nodding to follow the host inside. You noticed the actor scramble to his feet as you started to walk away.

"We've waived your dinner fees, and half of the orders that hadn't yet been made." The host explained over his shoulder as you passed back into the expensive restaurant.

"Well, that's very kind, thank you." You said, walking toward the podium where he worked. As the host scurried behind the stand, an older woman who appeared to be the manager shuffled to join him. She shot you a sorry smile and thanked you for being understanding, before chattering with the host about the check.

"Can I help?" A voice rang from behind you. George was there, giving you a look like a sad puppy who'd been left too long on its own. He went on...

"I feel as though I have to make this up to you somehow. I can help pay." George's eyes grew wide, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"Your generosity is appreciated, but it's really fine, I swear." You furrowed a brow, unable to understand why he felt a pull to fuss over the unfixable. The host was handing you the scribbled up check, and you were handing him your one and only credit card, knowing full well this would max it out.

"So how can I pay you back for being a part of the night that ruined yours?" George pressed on as the exhausted-looking host fiddled with a kiosk

"Well, I don't know how you could possibly." You chuckled.

This was utterly ridiculous. There was no movie quite like it, but surely the actor beside you could score big on sending in this drama to a couple of playwrights. This was the kind of nonsense you'd read in the headlines of those tabloids but never believed for a second.

As you signed off on your ruined meal, George reached for one of the restaurant's tiny business cards and asked the host for a pen.

"I'll give you my number. Call me when you think of something and I swear I'll make it up to you." George explained before turning and offering the card to you.

Oh, of course, this night was only getting stranger. George really had little to do with this evening falling apart, but the seemingly genuine, yet random act of kindness was nice enough in the depth of your despair to get you to agree.

"Okay fine." You breathed a laugh, taking the card. The most fun you would have all weekend was probably going to be showing off the actor's number in your contact list to your friends while you drank your problems away.

"I mean it." George nodded, each word stamped with assurance. The host waltzed away from the kiosk as you slid the strange gift into your pocket. And like a ghost who was never there, George turned and disappeared around the corner.

Your mother appeared at your side just then, and you gathered that she must have been waiting on the sidelines before coming to collect you. She wrapped an arm around your shoulder and wordlessly headed in the direction of your father's car. As you drifted along the pavement she spoke up.

"Was that... George Mackay?"

You couldn't help but snort a laugh. Your mothers dedication to all those morning talk shows was the only reason you'd know the answer to her question now, anyhow.

"Yeah. It was."

"Alright was let's get you home and out of this mess."

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Thank God you decided to wait to move in with Colin. Your one-room flat never looked more like home than it did tonight.

You trudged toward your fridge, found a bottle of flavored vodka, and proceeded to pour an old Starbucks cup full of the alcohol. You took swigs as you sulked toward your bedroom. Your bed was neatly made and everything was in its place, for always, and for tomorrow.

Next to your vanity, encased in a clear plastic cover, your wedding dress. You took a big gulp of vodka as you walked up to the useless thing. The shop window's sign that read No Returns!, was almost bolder than the name of the shop its self. The dress was so beautiful and perfectly fitted. Maybe you could wear it one day...

But could you wear this wedding dress in a ceremony it wasn't meant for? You'd probably outgrow its perfectly tailored measurements in no time, at the rate you determined you'd begin stress eating. The dress served no purpose now.

You thought of destroying it, but you weren't drunk enough to justify that. The least you could do was donate the pretty thing in hopes it would serve someone else on their special day. Yours was ruined, permanently stained, just like Colin's shirt from the whine Chloe splashed in his face.

So after safely tucking the dress on a high shelf in your closet, you proceeded to get very, very drunk. You spent until midnight crying while you tossed out old polaroids and college sweatshirts. You cried on the floor for the entirety of your favorite Joni Mitchell album. You drank more vodka while you cried, and started to delete traces of Colin from your social media accounts. While mourning a wasted engagement photo session, you wondered how you could have been so dumb. Of course, he was cheating on you, he was never home and he never really took you out unless it was to show off your gaudy ring.

Before continuing your deleting spree, you searched for Chloe online. You found her after a while. By the looks of her profile, she was a couple of years younger than you and was studying to be a nurse. You then searched around for George, coming up short. Of course, he probably kept all his profiles under a different name to avoid getting tagged in all those crazy fan posts.

Oh well, you had far bigger worries...

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You woke up to your phone ringing at the break of dawn. You had no choice but to ignore your splitting headache and answer. It was the venue, calling to warn for the rainy weather that had blown your garden set up. You wished you had more time to practice letting everyone down easy, but you were left with no choice but to apologize and call off the wedding altogether. When they asked you to reschedule, you just gave them Colin's phone number.

You spent the rest of the morning calling the baker and the florist and the planner and your mother. She informed you that several of your family members were completely bereft to have flown into town to be let down and she'd caused a whole family squabble defending your honor. You tried to hold back vomit as you moved through your tragic apartment. There were empty tissue boxes and icecream containers on the floor, and ripped up bits of polaroid on the sofa. It was raining cats and dogs and a chill crept through your rickety windows. Not even a warm shower helped cool or calm you. Not even your best fuzzy plum robe kept you warm.

Right when you thought you couldn't be any more disappointed, your phone buzzed. There was a bright white notification, a confirmation email for your flight tomorrow morning.

"Oh shit, I forgot about this." You whined. The reservations were made in your name months in advance, a week and a half trip to Rome and Barcelona and a few tickets to a symphony, and reservations for a billion touristy things like a wine tasting and a tour of each city. How were you ever gonna work this one out?

Maybe a trip was just what you needed. Maybe you could go on a spree and forget your troubles. But there were reservations for two and you really didn't want to be alone. Who could you possibly bring along who would put up with your inevitable sulking? Your mother would just try and tell you it was all going to be okay. Your bridesmaid was Colin's sister.

Then, memories of how your night ended flashed across your mind.

Just last night George Mackay scribbled his phone number onto a card from the restaurant you'd been practically abandoned in. He asked you to call him if there was a way he could help make up for being a part of the shittiest night ever.

You stood in a dizzying hurry and went to find the hidden treasure.

The card was a little bent at the edges, but near the bottom in sloppy scrawl was indeed a row of numbers.

You typed them each in your phone slowly, like each new number might add up to a bomb set to explode in your face. Then you triple-checked that you got the order right.

Since this was George's idea, since he'd decided he owed you one, you pressed the call button.

As it rang, you wondered if the twist in your gut was from having far too much to drink last night. What if it's a fake number? Then I'll hang up and move on. You had absolutely nothing left to lose.

"Hello?"

Oh shit. He'd probably forgotten who you were. And you never did give him your name. As you thought of hanging up, you spoke too soon.

"Uh... okay hi, it's me, uh the girl from last night? We bonded over being cheated on."

"I wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon." George let out a warm chuckle. Okay, this was happening. Just roll with it. Just ask.

"Yeah, well remember how you said to call if I thought of a way you could help me out?"

"Of course. What's up your sleeve?"

"Come with me to Rome."

"What?"

"Well, Rome first, then a week in Barcelona. I've already paid for everything in advance. I already have two plane tickets for tomorrow morning. Come with me?"

"Are you serious? How do I know you won't assassinate me?" He laughed again, making you question every decision you'd ever made that led you to this point in your life.

"Yeah... for some reason I am serious." You decided. "My judgment might be a little skewed. But I'm trying to end this shitty situation with a bang so why not shoot my shot and ask the super hot movie star to come with me on my honeymoon, ya know?"

Maybe you were still a little drunk, or heartbroken. Maybe you'd actually gone insane and lost the capacity to understand right from wrong. But...

"And also you promised to make it up to me, or something."

"Right," George spoke as if he'd just realized this himself. "You're right. But first, you have to tell me your name."

Oh yeah.

"It's Y/n." You perked up, feeling kind of excited for your spontaneous manic episode. Was he agreeing?

"Y/n." George seemed to mull your name over like a blossoming thought. After a beat, you took one last shot to convince him.

"Look. I'll text you my google docs itinerary for the trip, and you can meet me at the airport in the morning, if you want. Just know I'll look super sad roaming around Italy all by my lonesome and my remaining happiness relies on you. Plus you get a free vacation."

You didn't know the man on the other line of the call at all, but you could practically hear him thinking. An agonizingly long bout of silence passed before he spoke up once more.

"Alright... I might just see you in the morning." George seemed to weigh his options. You gave him a suddenly nervous farewell and sent him the link to the details of this trip you'd been planning for months before you lost our nerve.

That evening, you cleaned up the trail from your drunken raid and finished packing your bags in-between. Most of your things had been ready to go in preparation, but all at once, you had no clue what to expect.

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punchdrunkdoc · 4 years

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Updated K-drama list (2)

4 more shows DONE. I’m seriously obsessed guys.

I’ve also updated the list to include some ratings - mainly how many tissues you’ll need, and how amazing the architecture/interior design is in the houses. Seriously, some shows I could barely concentrate on the subtitles because the sets were so gorgeous!

FAVOURITES

1. Crash Landing on You

He’s from North Korea. She’s from South Korea. They never should have met, but they’ll change each other’s lives.

This was my first K-drama, and its still my favourite. The full cast of characters is great, the lead romance is ANGSTALICIOUS and its genuinely, laugh out loud funny (when its not making you cry or swoon).

Male lead: Officially the best boyfriend ever. With added dimples.

Tear-jerk factor: 4/5

ArchitecturePorn: 2/5

2. Descendants of the Sun

A special forces Captain meets a capable and beautiful trauma surgeon. They feel an instant bond, but their jobs and philosophy on life get in the way, threatening to tear them apart.

Halfway through this show, I seriously thought this might overtake CLOY as my No. 1 fav. I absolutely LOVE watching competent people doing their jobs really, really well - and this had it in spades. I also ADORE the male lead character, and the romance was beautiful…but it didn’t quite nail the angst, and the last minute was a bit twee, which kept it in the No.2 spot.

Male lead: A cocky, charming, absolute BADASS...with the most adorable, cheeky smile.

Tear-jerk factor: 2/5

ArchitecturePorn: 0/5 (mostly crumbling buildings and sterile hospitals!)

3. Healer

The lives, and pasts, of a hot shot reporter, a spunky young tabloid journalist and a mysterious thief-for-hire intersect.

This was so addictive - the plot was tight and engaging, and this is one of the few shows I’ve watched where there didn’t seem to be a lot of filler. I loved the central 3 characters, and the romance was amazing. I especially loved that the male lead started off such a brooding loner, but he became super-affectionate as soon as he admitted his feelings. So many good hugs and lots of face-cradling in this one.

Male lead: Effortlessly beats up 2 henchmen while comforting his girl over the phone. What’s more to add?

Tear-jerk factor: 1/5

ArchitecturePorn: 1/5

4. My Holo Love

A lonely woman falls for a holographic AI and then meets his creator...

I love the concept of this show (I’m a big sci-fi nerd), and it was beautifully shot. The lead relationship is well developed and it doesnt fall into a typical love triangle. I’ve come to realise it utilises a lot of K-drama tropes (face-blindness! shared childhood trauma!), but it does it really well, imho.

Male lead: Tortured loner genius. My catnip.

Tear-jerk factor: 2/5

ArchitecturePorn: 2/5

5. Goblin

A 900yr old immortal guardian finally meets the ‘bride’ who will end his existence

Once I got over the slight ick-factor of the age difference between the two characters at the beginning, I really fell for this show and it’s world. It had me in tears. And I especially loved the secondary character of the Grim Reaper.

Male lead: Surprising innocent and funny for a 900 year old

Tear-Jerk factor: 5/5

ArchitecturePorn: 3/5

6. What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim

An personal assistant decides to quits her job in order to get a life. Her boss has other ideas.

I loved the female lead in this - as I said, I’m a sucker for uber-competent people, and the actress is STUNNING. Her boss is self-centred, entitled and vain...but over time, somehow that just becomes endearing! This show also has lots of very good kissing scenes...and when he started to unbutton her shirt during one encounter, I was SCANDALISED (did I mention these shows are usually very PG!!)

Male lead: Like I said, somehow makes vanity and narcissism endearing. Also not afraid to get his shirt off and flash his 6-pack. Bonus.

Tear-Jerk factor: 0/5

ArchitecturePorn: 4/5

7. Legend of the Blue Sea

A mermaid comes onto land to find the man she loves

The (literal) fish-out-of-water scenes in the first half of this show were hilarious - the actress is a comic genius! The romance was nicely done, and there wasn’t a lot of extraneous plot or too many characters. I couldn’t stop watching this one!

Male lead: Cocky, arrogant conman with a soft mushy centre

Tear-Jerk factor: 1/5

ArchitecturePorn: 3/5 (I want a hidden room!)

Notable mentions

These are shows which I completed and enjoyed but they didn’t set my world on fire. Usually because they were overly long, or the plot got in the way of the characters/love story. If I have to fast forward large chunks of side-plot and endless tertiary character interactions, its not making my favourite list

1. Suspicious Partner

A young, hardworking lawyer has her life turned upside down when she is put on trial for murder.

This was overly long, but the serial killer plot had some nice twists and it was central to the story, so it didn’t feel extraneous like some of these types of plots do. I really enjoyed the central romance - the 2 characters sparked off each other well, and the female lead actually got to kick some ass in this!

2. My Love from the Star

Alien stranded on earth meets an actress soon before he’s due to be rescued.

I finally gave this another chance, and I’m glad I did. The female lead got a LOT less irritating, and I enjoyed the present-day romance and all the flashes back to the past. However, the ending was really abrupt and disappointing (which kept it out of my favourite list). There should have been 1 less filler episode in the middle, and a decent, fleshed out finale instead.

3. Strong Girl Bong-Soon

A woman with inherited super-strength gets a job as a bodyguard for an eccentric young CEO

The lead couple in this are AD-OR-ABLE and I loved their relationship. But there was a weird tone issue in this show. The romance is super cute...but there’s a whole dark sub plot involving multiple women being held captive by a psychopath. I ended up fast forwarding most of that, and just concentrated on the romance.

4. Touch Your Heart

Star actress rocked by scandal works at a law firm to prepare for her comeback role

This starred the secondary couple from Goblin and I really like them, even though they are playing very different characters in this (more opposites attract, than doomed lovers). At first I found this too ‘cutesy’, but I’ve since realised the sound effects/graphics are a K-drama thing and not unique to this show, so I’m not as down on it as I was. I still had to fast forward a lot of the secondary romances which I wasn’t invested in.

5. Hyde, Jekyll and Me

A woman becomes involved in the lives of 2 men, who share one body

This stars Hyun Bin from CLOY and he is sooo watchable, especially as the slick-haired, glasses-wearing, uptight Seo-Jin. And the show started well...but quickly went off the rails into a convoluted, dragged-out revenge plot.

6. Melting Me Softly

Two people are accidentally cryogenically frozen for 20 years. They have to navigate the modern world and their new lives together.

Another good concept, but it ultimately descended into little more than a light work-place romance. Had a couple of good kissing scenes, but it was overall a bit forgettable.

And the DNF:

1. My Secret Romance

I started watching this because I was looking for something a little less PG - the characters have a one night stand in the first episode! But I couldn’t get passed the bad acting and cheap production.2

2. Master’s Sun

I liked the premise but the 2 leads weren’t very attractive (at least in comparison to the insanely beautiful actors/actresses in the shows listed above). Call me superficial, but I couldn’t see myself spending 17 hours watching them and willing them to kiss.

#cloy #descendant of the sun #goblin #healer #my holo love #legend of the blue sea #kdrama #melting me softly #hyde jekyll me #touch your heart #suspicious partner #my love from the star #strong girl #whats wrong with secretary kim

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wonjaekook · 5 years

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Request: 63 and 84 from the writing prompts + Renjun if you have the time♥️♥️♥️♥️ 😊

63. “What do you mean? It’s exciting!”

84. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

A/N: !! thank you for requesting !! and, oops, I got a little carried away (drabbles are not supposed to be 2k words long,,)

Word Count: 2.0k

Genre: fluff, horror (?)

Warnings: kinda spooky ig? there’s ghosts lol

“No. No, no, no, a thousand times no.”

“Come on, Y/N. For me?” The puppy eyes and slight pout Renjun gives you has you making a pained face, like he’s shooting arrows straight into your heart, because that is basically what he’s doing. Huang Renjun is not the type to act cute and he is not the type to beg, so on the rare occasion that he tries to suck up to you to try to get you to do something you really don’t want to do, it hurts in the best way. Even as his girlfriend, you rarely see this side of him.

“Injun, it’ll be cold and dangerous and-”

“Please? It’s my birthday.”

“Not until the end of the month!”

“Y/N,” he says, straightening up and turning serious, “I’ll go alone if you don’t come with me.” “...I hate you.”

That’s how you find yourself walking up to what is supposedly a haunted house at midnight with Renjun. As the most superstitious person you’ve ever met, his excitement is on the complete opposite level of yours. He even managed to sneak away without his manager noticing.

“I hate this. I hate this so much,” you grumble to yourself, arms crossed tightly over your chest.

“What do you mean? It’s exciting!” Renjun says, hopping the crumbling stone fence surrounding the creaking, decrepit building. He offers you a hand to help you over, but you ignore him, stubbornly climbing after him. As you get closer to the building, you shiver. Did the temperature drop a couple degrees, or is that just you? He stops in front of the door with you just behind him. He glances back. “Ready?”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” you say. He offers you a sorry-but-not-sorry smile, extending his hand for you to take again, but you frown in response. With a sigh, he reaches out, opening the door. The door gives no resistance, opening with a quiet click before it glides open much too smoothly for an old, worn-down house. A type of resounding silence seems to come from the house, an empty blackness that bids you to step inside. All you can see from your position in the doorway is the outline of stairs, a hallway, and a few pieces of furniture farther in, almost indistinguishable in the dark. It feels wrong being here. However, before you can voice your concerns, Renjun is stepping inside and the door is starting to close behind him. Terrified out of your wits, you quickly follow him. The door shuts. Your breath fogs in the air, but you can barely see it because of how dark it is. Trying to shake off the bad feeling you have, you try to fill the void with your voice, but your question comes out far more timid than you had intended. “Did you at least bring flashlights?”

He digs around in the small bag he brought before producing two flashlights, handing you one. You flick it on as quickly as possible, revealing that the room is covered in dust and cobwebs. To your relief, you don’t see any live spiders because of the season, but spiders are also the least of your worries right now. “Alright,” Renjun says, seeming much too unbothered by the situation, “let’s explore.”

“Why are you so relaxed? Aren’t you the one who believes in ghosts?” You trail after him, watching for floorboards that could trip you up and noting the peeling wallpaper. The flashlight you have in your hand doesn’t illuminate nearly as much as you would have liked.

“That’s exactly why! I’ve never experienced ghost activity for myself, so I wanted to go somewhere that’s confirmed haunted.” He stops, turning towards you. “I heard… that a burglar broke into this house and suffocated the man who lived here. I’ll spare you more details. But! Then, too stricken by grief, the wife killed herself. Both of their spirits supposedly wander the building to this day.” On an ordinary day, you would��ve scoffed at his story. Now, the combined atmosphere of the house and the way he looks far too certain at the tale’s truth makes you bite your tongue and shiver. He turns around, continuing to walk.

“So, are we… looking for one of these ghosts, then?”

“Yeah, or both if we’re lucky.”

Suddenly, from behind Renjun, there’s a clattering sound from deeper in the house and you jump, instantly moving forward to cling to his arm. You ignore the smug look he gives you, opting to just squeeze his hand tightly. “That doesn’t sound so lucky to me,” you whisper. The air is too still.

“It’ll be okay. Come on, let’s go look.” Your boyfriend’s hand in yours is the only thing keeping you grounded right now, a piece of warmth in the cold, scary house. You walk forward slowly, only moving at all because Renjun is pulling you.

“I’ll never understand why you didn’t bring Chenle or Jaemin or, hell, even Mark, instead of me,” you whisper, worried about disturbing the air around you.

He frowns, glancing back at you. “Because I like you more than any of them? You wouldn’t catch me holding any of their hands right now.” Despite yourself, you find your cheeks heating up at his comment. You know that’s his way of showing affection - and you couldn’t love it more. You’ve found that even the smallest things about him fill you to the brim with adoration, even in this dark, terrifying house. Just as you’re about to make a comment back, the hallway you’re in comes to an end and you see what used to be a living room of sorts, old couches, chairs, and a table spread throughout. There are stacks of boxes here and there, as if someone was only half done with packing up the room before they left. On one wall, there’s a fireplace and a painting of a man and woman together hanging above the mantle. Layers of paint are barely clinging to the canvas in places and the color is faded from years of disrepair, giving it an eerie look. Renjun approaches it, trying to get a better look, and you follow, one hand still in his and the other firmly grasping your flashlight, standing next to one of the two couches that rests perpendicular to the fireplace. “Wow,” Renjun breathes, staring at the painting, “that must be them. They were so young.”

“Yeah. That’s… kind of sad.” For the second time since entering the house, the feeling of crippling fear leaves you entirely. You imagine a cleaner, brighter house, with sunlight coming in through windows that are now firmly shuttered. There’s a young man and woman unloading boxes into their new house, where they’re to spend their lives together. They’re laughing and smiling, holding hands much like you and Renjun are right now. You blink and the image is gone and you’re just looking up at an old, peeling painting in a dark room that no light has touched for a long while. “Renjun,” you say, “I think we should leave.”

“I want to look around just a little more, I-” He starts, also tearing his gaze away from the painting and beginning to turn around. You feel him stiffen next to you, so you turn around as well. There, in the next room over, is a glowing man. At least, he seems to be glowing, as his clothes and what skin you can see of his appearance is a chalky white. A sack of some sort covers his head and there’s a baseball bat in his hand, all that same white.

Your heart practically stops in your chest. You wish you hadn’t come here. You wish-

Renjun takes a step forward, in the direction of the ghost. You barely have time to think before you feel a hand on your ankle, trying to pull you to the ground. Whipping your head around, you meet eyes with a woman, that same glowing white, her hand wrapped around your ankle. In her eyes, you see your death. Her ghostly nails dig into your skin, drawing blood, and you yank your ankle out of her grasp, screaming and stumbling into Renjun. “Renjun, run!”

When he sees what you see and the beads of blood starting to form around your ankle, the grip he has on your hand gets impossibly tight and he starts to move, backtracking towards the hallway you had come from, pushing you to run in front of him. You run faster than you had ever run in your life down that long, dark hallway, your blood rushing in your ears, until you and Renjun are ramming straight into something in the parlor you had entered the building through. You both fall, screaming as you do, and shutting your eyes tight.

You realize your throat isn’t being torn out and your limbs are all still intact, so you cautiously open your eyes, seeing that a third body is on the floor with you. Renjun seems to do the same thing at the same time as you and he sits up, looking at the person. “Mark-hyung?”

Mark is on the floor with you, cursing under his breath. “What the hell? Why are you guys running?”

“I… there… we…” You try to say, but you just can’t find the words, your heart practically beating out of your throat. Mark slowly stands up.

“Why are you here?” Renjun asks, starting to get up. You press a hand to your chest, wanting to just curl up and cry, so he offers you a hand. You take it, getting to your feet. You glance behind you, unsure if anything is following you.

“Our manager is looking for Haechan and, apparently, I’m in charge of finding him. He told me he was coming here to “mess with some idiots” yesterday, but I didn’t expect you guys to be here. A haunted house is a little bit of a weird place to have a date.” The new information slowly sinks in and the pieces start to connect. You and Renjun meet eyes before looking back down the hallway. “What?” Mark asks.

A moment later, you hear some very familiar laughter. The three of you fall silent as the sound gets closer until, finally, Donghyuck, Jaemin, and Chenle step out from the hallway and into your flashlight beams. Jaemin is covered in what, at a closer look, seems to be white body paint, and he has a painted baseball bat and sack of some sort in his hands.

“Would you say we got you guys?” Donghyuck says, way too proud of how successful his prank was.

Renjun responds before you can. “I’m going to murder all of you.”

“Please don’t kill me, it was their idea!” Chenle says in quick Chinese to Renjun, who just crosses his arms.

“Hey, you can’t get out of this by speaking Chinese!” Jaemin says, nudging Chenle a little too hard to be considered gentle.

As the boys bicker, Mark just looking on in confusion, your adrenaline starts to slow down, making you realize that your ankle is throbbing. Looking down, little drops of blood are dripping down your skin and into your sock, dying the material red. Reaching down, you wipe at the blood, wincing when it hurts even more. The boys start to quiet down, so you look up, furrowing your brows at them. “Which of you guys grabbed my ankle? It really hurts.”

They look at each other, appearing just as confused as you. “We didn’t grab you? We just did this stuff.” Jaemin raises the items in his hand and the other two nod in agreement.

“Then, who was…”

From deeper in the house, a woman’s tortured shriek rises in the air, the sound resonating deep in your bones. Renjun’s first instinct is to grab your hand again and pull you closer.

“Huang Renjun, you owe me the best present ever when it’s my birthday,” you whisper, shrinking next to him.

None of you spend much longer in that house.

#renjun fluff #nct fluff #nct drabbles #nct imagines #renjun drabbles #renjun imagines #what else do i tag this lmao #wonjaekook

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theashofwkm · 5 years

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Mayor attorney with “No matter how hard we try, this will never work out for us!” please! End it however you want.

Of course!!

———

There’s an old storage closet on the first floor that isn’t really used. It’s towards the back of the building and the one on the front is easier and quicker to get to. No one uses the old one in the back.

Except for you.

When tensions bubble up too much at work, a day jam packed of meetings or paperwork or both, Damien will discreetly tell you to meet him there.

The things that happen there vary. Sometimes you see him with beautiful woman draped over him arm at ceremonies and banquets and you get jealous, want him to yourself. Sometimes he’s stressed from an irritating council member who’s fighting his new proposal and he’ll just rant, hold you close.

Those moments are rare. He hates dragging his relationship with you into work, but when you both work so often and so late, it is inevitable.

One day, your assistant brings you a folded sheet of paper, their brow furrowed. “This arrived on my desk for you, Y/N,” they say, “but I don’t know who it’s from.”

You take the paper gently, wondering if it’s from Damien like you think, or an anonymous note from someone else. “Thank you,” you say, waving them off. You wait until the door clicks shut before you open it.

It’s from Damien, scrawled messily to hide his handwriting in the code you’d developed. He wants to meet you in the closet in fifteen minutes.

You drum your nails on your desk and add the note to your trash pile, like it’s nothing important, ever cautious that someone may be peering at you through the windows.

Clicking through your schedule you see that you’re free. Sighing, you finish up the paper you were working on before standing.

“Jordan,” you call, stepping from your office, “take all of my calls for the next thirty minutes. I’m stepping out for a minute.”

“Alright!” They chirp, used to you leaving the office for a moment every now and than to catch your breath. It’s a habit you’ve been forced to keep up, even when you aren’t out to visit Damien, just so rumors have a harder chance of hitting.

You’ve had to do a lot of things to keep your relationship private.

Irritation bubbles within you, you had been in a good headspace, working swiftly in a way you usually don’t. It was just a good day, and you were enjoying the ease of it.

This get together with Damien would probably change that. He rarely called for meetings due to his wanting. He only called if he needed you and he only ever needed to talk. Your talks at work like that were never anything good.

He’s already waiting by the time you slip in, something that doesn’t happen because you’re always supposed to get there first. You sigh and lean your back against the door, watching how he turns and how his eyes narrow.

“Where were you?” He asks, voice soft, but doing nothing to hide the sharpness underneath.

“I had work to finish,” you reply, repeating words you’ve told him a dozen times, “I couldn’t just drop it all immediately. It’s too suspicious.”

He responds like he always does, which is awkwardly. He nods or squints at you before he continues to speak. “Alright.”

You sigh. “What did you want to talk about?”

He scratches at the back of his neck, stalling. “I won’t be able to make our date tonight. I was invited to dinner with a councilman, Mr. Lohan.”

You blink. You’ve been planning this dinner, rescheduling it over and over, for three months. He promised that tonight it would happen, no matter what. “And you accepted?”

He had promised.

“It’s not an optional thing,” he explains, hurriedly, stepping into your bubble. “It was just a formality. I need to go for my image, to keep him on my side. Re-elections are coming up soon, you know. I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.”

He grabs your hands, but you don’t really feel it. “You promised to make it up to me by having dinner tonight.”

“I know,” he acquiesces softly, meeting your gaze guiltily. “But can’t we reschedule? Just this once?”

“It’s already been rescheduled.” You pull your hands from this. “Four times, at least.”

He winces, but doesn’t seem too surprised.

You sigh, shaking, gathering your courage. “We should just cancel the dinner,” you say, not bothering to argue over how a night with you is less important than a stuffy dinner with a councilman.

“What? But—”

“I don’t think this is working out anymore.” You swallow, watch how your words cause fear to sink into his skin.

He reaches for you, but flinches before he makes contact. “Y/N,” he says carefully, slowly, “what are you saying?”

“That no matter how hard we try, this will never work out for us!” Your eyes burn, and you blink as you look at him, your bubbled anger floating away with your statement. You expand on it softly. “We don’t work anymore, Dames. It’s too hard.”

“You...” he breathes hard, staggering, as he tries to compute what you’re saying. “You want to break up?”

You shake your head. This isn’t a want of yours — it’s the opposite, you love being able to call him yours, but only being able to do so to him is too steep a price. “No, but I think we need to. I can’t do this anymore.”

Averting your gaze, you fix it on his shoulder, the wall behind him. “The secrecy, the cancellations, the rescheduling that never works out.” You shake your head. “It’s too much.”

“I...” he flexes his fingers on his cane. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

You look at him and don’t try to hide your shock, but the numbness hides it well on it’s own. “How could I not? You’re my boyfriend and I can’t even have one dinner with you.”

His face crumbles at that and you can see the will to fight in him, but he is bare against your army. Defenseless.

He doesn’t have an argument.

He has one point to your pages of proof and evidence and past experience. One little bulletpoint, three words that barely mar the page.

He loves you.

In every fairytale, that is enough. Love conquers all, the hero gets the girl and the kingdom and they all live happily ever after.

There is no happy ending for you. He cannot have his kingdom and you.

“I— I’m sorry.” His eyes are seeping tears, his mayoral composure thoroughly cracked and lying at his feet, his heart not far behind.

His choice, obviously, to absolutely no one’s surprise, the safest bet in history to ever be made, the safest choice he could make, is that he chooses his kingdom over you.

He should, of course. Quantity over quality. This isn’t a romance novel where he abandons everything for you just to end up with it all. This is reality and he cannot have everything he wants.

Neither can you.

“Don’t be,” you tell him, stepping close. “It was my mistake too. Neither of us wanted to be the one to give up.”

Knowing how the world works doesn’t ease the shattering of your hearts.

Maybe, in another time, another life, another universe, you could love him and it wouldn’t be taboo. You wouldn’t have to hide in downstairs storage closets and you’d be able to kiss in front of whoever you choose.

In another life, you don’t have to hide. This isn’t that life, that time, that universe, so you press a chaste kiss to his cheek before you return to your office.

He’s late for his next meeting and you pretend you don’t know why.

The last thing you pretend about with Damien is that you didn’t break his heart. But, to be fair, he hadn’t left you much choice. He was breaking yours much slower.

You just brought about the inevitable before you were in too deep to give him up. You’re broken and bleeding, but you’ll heal. So will he, eventually. One day this will be a smart choice, a good move.

Today, though, it’s just a tragic end.

———

Woo! Last one! (Not counting the polishes one). It’s angsty and I would apologize except that’s 99.99% of my blog, so you shouldn’t really be surprised.

Also I low key like this one. Not that I didn’t like the others, but this one feels more realistic. Love doesn’t always fix all.

#my writing #theashprompts #writeblr #prompt #breakup #wkm #wkm fic #wkm damien #wkm da #mayor attorney #secret relationship #valentines fic

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killjoys-killer-ocs · 4 years

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Prompt Writing

This is a piece that was inspired by this prompt I saw posted by @whumpster-dumpster. I did this more for a challenge for myself. Been feeling a bit under the weather about my writing, but this was a lot of fun.

Summary: Augustin and Killian have been having some trouble. Since Augustin’s brother Gabriel tortured the both of them, Killian’s been acting rather strange. Augustin doesn’t know what he did, but after three days he’s about to get his answers. Full piece under the cut.

Another groan came from the half turned vampire as he once again pulled the left side of his lip up. The hole was still there, right where his fang used to be. Pushing his tongue through it for what seemed to be the hundredth time, Augustin growled and jerked his head away from the mirror. His hand dropping from his mouth to pound a fist against the counter in his frustration. The empty socket in his gum had since stopped hurting, but the tooth had yet to grow back. Augustin knew well the conditions vampires kept their fangs in. And yet he had never heard of one losing their fangs as he had. At least, not while they were alive.

Gabriel finally got what he wanted, though. A whole night to torture Augustin and his boyfriend Killian. The Romanian had been a tough one to crack, one could even say almost impossible. Always had been. Especially with his love for not only giving, but receiving pain. But the straw that broke the camel’s back was the taking of a tooth that was directly attached to his skull. Unlike normal teeth that had roots, Vampire fangs were fused to the skull and nearly impossible to remove from the mouth of a live one. But with werewolf strength and a very sturdy set of pliers, his elder brother managed to do just that. Needless to say, the pain in Augustin’s face was unlike he had ever felt before. He had never screamed so loud, or pleaded for pain to go away like he did that night. Frankly Augustin was almost embarrassed by the show he put on, especially in front of Killian.

Since that night there had been a lot of tension in the penthouse he and his boyfriend shared. Killian seemed to almost be avoiding him, and when they did talk the Frenchman never stuck around for long. There had been some very vital information about that night that Killian wasn’t telling him. Augustin had been known to black out. Mainly due to rage but this was different. Not only did he black out, but he had spent the next day in a shocked stupor. Killian told him that he was practically a zombie. Augustin couldn’t doubt that especially when his first memory of coming to was Killian basically bathing him… And loudly complaining about it. That had been two days ago. He had only been out for twelve hours at the most, but he could see whatever was said or done while he was in that blackout affected his loved one greatly.

“Killian… What’s wrong?” Augustin asked, breaking a tense silence that felt like it had been going on for eternity. Dinner was normally a time when the couple bantered about their days. Now it was spent in silence with Killian shooting him glares or dirty looks from his new spot at the opposite end of a dining table big enough to serve eight. “Why do you keep asking? Can’t you see I’m fine?” The other barked at him, roughly jabbing his fork into his food. “You’re obviously not fine Killian-” Augustin’s words were cut off by a scoff. “So fucking what if I’m not! Why do you keep asking?” Killian snapped, shoving a bite into his mouth and aggressively chewed. “I just want to know why you’re acting like this.” The Romanian wanted so badly to understand. What had he done that made the other so upset at him? Why did he look so hurt behind that shield of anger he was trying to hide behind? “You wouldn’t understand.” “I want to understand!” A glare from his French lover. “Why!?” His tone was getting increasingly louder with every push. “Because I care about you!” The air in the room became unbearably heavy. The Romanian felt as if he couldn’t breathe. The man across the table from him gave a dark look as he stabbed the wooden table with the fork so hard it stood straight up when he let go.

“No you fucking don’t! All you care about is your precious fucking Zander! Even when you look at me I can tell all you see is him. I know you only want me around because I remind you of the prick, and you can’t let him go! You fucking said it yourself!” Killian’s voice rose with every word to the point to where his voice cracked he was yelling so hard. With his face now burning red, the male seethed. Panting as if this explosion had exhausted him. This hit Augustin like a train. He was speechless. All he could do was stare at the other with his mouth gaping. “See!? You can’t even deny it!” By this point tears were begrudgingly running down Killian’s pallid cheeks. “You didn’t call for me when Gabriel ripped out your tooth.” He choked a sob, gripping the table so hard his knuckles were paper white. He shivered with strain. Trying not to break. “I can’t understand Romanian, but I know you begged for Zander. That was the only fucking word I could understand.”

Now it was all making sense. The avoidance. The silence. The glares and dirty looks. In Augustin’s time of completely crumbling, Killian expected to be the person he wanted in that time of need. Even if he was chained up to a steel post watching all of this happen without being able to help even if he could. But, Augustin called a different name. The name of a lover he couldn’t let go of… A lover that wasn’t there. “... I’m sorry…” He muttered, finally regaining his voice. “I know I can’t let go of Zander, but he isn’t the reason I want you around.” He started, hanging his head in guilt and shame. “I love you for you Killian. Yeah you remind me of him, but I don’t want or expect you to be him.” He was unsure of what to say next, but the sniffles of his loved one made him sink. He couldn’t just sit there, however, and watch the man cry.

Slowly, he got up. Walking to the other side of the table and wrapping his arms around the other from behind. “I know you’re here with me now. Gabriel fucked us both up, but don’t blame yourself for not being able to save me.” He stated softly, kissing the back of the other’s head. “This is what he wants. We can’t let him win.” A nod was seen from Killian, who gave another long drawn out snotty sniff. Swallowing his tears. “You’re right.. And I’m a jealous bitch when I know I’dve done the same thing. Fucking Kieran…” The name the other muttered was familiar to Augustin, but unlike Killian this didn’t strike up jealousy. In fact Augustin understood. The both of them were broken by loss, but together maybe some of those pieces could be glued back together.

#my ocs #Augustin/Killian #killjoy's OC #My character #Do not tag as kin!#Tagging as kin will result in immediate blocking!#whumpster prompts

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therealjambery · 5 years

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Long fics rec post is long

What better way to while away the time than fanfiction? Long fanfiction! And when I say long, I mean long, like so long it is three novels put together, how on earth did you find time to write this, so long it takes even me more than one day to read long. I'm irrationally jealous of all of these writers, as I am the type of writer who has a hard time dashing off 10,000 words in a timely fashion, let alone writing anything longer.

I'm using the SFWA's definition of a novel here, which is anythiing over 40,000 words.

These are all stories I've loved, and most of them I've actually got saved as PDFs so I can re-read them wherever I want. I'm digging pretty deep into the archives for this one, kids, so hold onto your hats.

Fandoms: Avengers/Marvel, Firefly, Inception, Leverage, Merlin, Stargate Atlantis, Star Trek AOS, Supernatural, Torchwood

Fandom: Avengers/MCU/Marvel/Whatever we're calling it these days

in deep with you darling by topaz Author's Summary: Darcy could have, under normal circumstances, resisted the aesthetics (however awesome they are, and holy crap are they awesome), but there's an itch under her skin—apparently, nearly dying by giant, fire-breathing robots from space in the middle of Nowhere, New Mexico will start you questioning your life choices. Who knew? Main Pairing: Clint/Darcy Words: 48024

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For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don't. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It's very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters.

I AM SORRY FOR SHOOTING YOU.

Steve sits down hard on the steps. Main Pairing: Steve/Bucky Words: 107076

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"When Steve brings Bucky back to the tower for the first time, Clint’s first thought is that Tony Stark’s pride and joy is quickly becoming a less of a very tall and expensive ‘fuck you’ in the faces of investors who don’t believe in self-sustaining energy, and more of a superhero rehabilitation center."

Boyfriends, compromises and learning to like oneself. Main Pairing: Clint/Bucky Words: 67059

Nobody Lost, Nobody Found by ClaraxBarton Author's Summary: "Look, dude, I get it. You’re fucked-up. HYDRA fucked you up. I’ve been there. But you’re my fucking Soul Mate!"

“I can kill you. I could kill you without even realizing what I was doing. I’m not fucked-up, I’m a monster. I’m a nightmare. You can’t be here. You can’t- All the people I’ve killed- I will not murder my Soul Mate too. Not after everything else I’ve-”

Clint worked his left hand between their bodies and managed to land a punch to the man’s right side, forcing him to shift his weight, and Clint brought his right hand down on the place where the man’s metal arm met his torso - hidden by the shirt he wore, but on full display in the video Clint had watched.

The man released Clint with a grunt of pain, and Clint pressed his advantage, landing another punch to his abdomen, backing him up against the opposite side of the RV and then pressing the kitchen knife he had pocketed while cleaning up earlier to the man’s throat.

“Like I said, I’m not a Boy Scout. I’m plenty dangerous myself. We clear on that?”

OR:

This looks bad, because it is.

OR:

How Clint Barton met his Soul Mate AU: soulmates! Main Pairing: Clint/Bucky Words: 108331

Ronin!Clint 'verse by shatteredhourglass Author's Summary: “Who the fuck are you and how did you get this line?”

“I have my ways,” the voice says, amused. “Don’t worry, I’m just enjoying the view, Captain America.” Main Pairing: Clint/Bucky Words: 63266

Fandom: Firefly/Supernatural

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Fandom: Inception

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Clearly this calls for a meet-cute. AU: Notting Hill AU Main Pairing: Arthur/Eames Words: 93837

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Love, of course. Mal has always known that. Her pointman Eames may dismiss her for a romantic, but for better or worse, love has gotten her this far. AU: Mirror-verse Main Pairing: Arthur/Eames, Mal/Dom Words: 52662

The Music Makers by mami_san Author's Summary: A. Graham Cole was twenty-one years old when he was killed in action in Iraq. This is the official story. The truth is, of course, somewhat different. Main Pairing: Arthur/Eames Words: I dunno, because it's not on AO3. But my PDF is 451KB so it's over 50k, most likely.

Presque Vu by rageprufrock Author's Summary: Or, "on the tip of the tongue." Arthur meets Mal first. He inherits Dom, after. Everything else is on him. Main Pairing: Arthur/Eames Words: 69588

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Fandom: Leverage

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Fandom: Merlin

[note: look, I don't even go here. I've never watched the show. But.]

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Tongues of Men and Angels by Mad_Maudlin Author's Summary: When SG-4 is ambushed offworld, an injured Major John Sheppard must put his trust in a Tok'ra agent named McKay to survive. But what secrets is McKay keeping about his mission, the planet, and his own motives for helping John? AU: They didn't go to Atlantis Main Pairing: John/Rodney Words: 58523

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

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Fandom: Supernatural

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Fandom: Supernatural/Stargate Atlantis

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Fandom: Star Trek AOS

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Unlawful protector- Part 9

Another part of my murderer! Ben Hardy series, I quickly changed where the plot was going in this part and I’m sorry in advance for the angst and heartbreak.

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"No, no princess stay with me."

Leaning over, Ben pressed both his hands to either side of (Y/n)'s face, gently turning her head so she was looking at him but he could see her eyes were desperate to close. She was stuck between crying in pain and wanting to go to sleep. Her hands grabbed at his wrists as if to make sure he wouldn't let go of her as he sat on the edge of the bed beside her, feeling her knees scraping against his side as she tried desperately to pull them up to her stomach to relieve the pain.

Ben brushed his thumbs over her cheekbones just under her eyes, gently moving her head side to side in an attempt to stop her from closing her eyes because he couldn't have her go unconscious.

Turning his head quickly at the sound of the door, he prayed that it was the doctor because he had been sat here for over fifteen minutes with no help. Ben wasn't stupid nor was he ignorant, he knew what was happening and he knew there was nothing in his power that he could do to stop this. (Y/n) had tried telling him she was okay not long after he brought her into her room but they both knew that she was only saying that because the pain dulled down for a few minutes and it was what they both desperately wanted to believe.

His teeth ground together at seeing it was the frightened maid he had asked to get the doctor but she was alone.

"Stay awake for me." Ben mumbled as he pressed his lips to her temple before pulling away so he could go and see the maid who was stood leaning against the door. Not daring to enter the room in case she would be yelled at to leave. She was around (Y/n)'s age and she seemed very nervous which is what Ben needed right not to make sure she wouldn't go blabbing about this to anyone and to get her to help.

"I- I sent for the doctor... at the least he'll be an hour." Her voice was timid and frail as Ben could see her shaking in her boots. He knew this was the likelihood but he still begged for the doctor to get here quicker. The doctor didn't live in the castle so it was going to take time for him to get here, get through the guards and all the way up to this room.

"Does she look like she can wait an hour?!" Ben didn't get a response and he wasn't really expecting one either. But in all fairness, he couldn't wait an hour for a doctor to come and help because (Y/n) was beginning to burn up and he wouldn't know what to do when she miscarried like he could tell she was going to.

"I... um-"

"The answer is no. So you go and find someone in this fucking castle who has any sort of medical knowledge I don't care who they are but you get them here now and you bring any medical box or meds that you can find. Clear?" Ben didn't have time to wait and he couldn't go galavanting about the castle asking anyone who worked here if they knew what to do or if they had been a nurse before or if they worked with doctors. He knew the maid must know someone who would have an idea of what to do so he needed her to find someone now.

She nodded her head rapidly before turning to leave the room, stopping when Ben grabbed her arm.

"Her mother will not find out about this, only necessary people are to be told if you value your life, this isn't gossip." When the maid's face paled and her body quivered Ben let go of her arm and gave her a nudge to get going, knowing that his message was loud and clear.

(Y/n)'s mother had done enough damage today by the cruel words she had spoken and Ben would guess that (Y/n) being stressed had something to do with this situation. He wasn't having her mother barging in here trying to take over or acting concerned or simply upsetting (Y/n) any more than this. Nor was he having the maid telling anyone else what was happening. He wasn't going to have this be the news of the castle with whispers and rumours and little snide remarks floating around because (Y/n)'s mother would most definitely find out.

Going back over to (Y/n), Ben scanned her over quickly, seeing that she was still awake by how she was moving and wriggling every so often but that wasn't what was panicking him. It was the blood beginning to coat her leggings.

"S'not fair. W-what did I do wrong?" (Y/n) muttered the words quietly as a sob left her lips. What did she do to deserve this? Why did she deserve Ben murdering all three of her siblings, why did she deserve to be the one left who didn't want the crown? Why was she deemed deserving of parents who didn't love her and to be looked at as a failure?

Why did fate let her get pregnant if it was only going to steal the baby away?

"There's never a reason, princess."

Ben bit back the comments swirling around in his mind that (Y/n) didn't need to think about right now. He held his tongue so he didn't tell her that if she was looking for a reason it was sitting right in front of her. It wasn't her that had done something wrong it was Ben. He was the killer here and if fate had anything to do with this then it was sending him a sign that he either shouldn't be a parent or he didn't deserve to be one. If (Y/n) wanted a reason or something to blame then she just had to look at Ben.

He had caused her the emotional pain and trauma she went through, he killed her siblings and he got her pregnant in the first place.

"But right now I don't care about finding a reason, we need to focus on you getting better."

Hearing the door suddenly burst open, once again Ben turned to see who it was. Finding the lady (Y/n) had told him was the cook hurrying in as the maid waited by the door, her eyes focused on Ben as she was clearly afraid of him after his threat. The cook wiped some flour from her cheek as he hurried over, nodding at Ben when he moved out of the way to let her stand at (Y/n)'s side and see what the problem was.

"Alright sweetie, what's happened?" Ben had to admit the cook's voice was oddly soothing in a rather motherly kind of way and she clearly had some kind of connection to (Y/n). With her parents not taking an interest in her, (Y/n) sought out that bond with the servants who actually paid attention to her and the cook was one of the few workers who felt like a mother to her.

"She's having a miscarriage." Ben's tone was much the opposite of the cook's. His voice was cold and his tone was angered yet defeated at the same time as his darkening eyes locked with the elder woman's when she turned to look at him.

Her eyes narrowed as she glanced between (Y/n) and Ben, watching him raise a brow at her as he grabbed the edge of the bedframe, stooping over as he arched his back. His expression and demeanour showing the reason he knew was because he was the father. She clearly knew who he was and why he was here as her jaw locked, unsure what to make of him as she didn't know him. It was like she was (Y/n)'s mother wanting to inspect her daughter's boyfriend.

"Oh, you silly girl." Her tone matched Ben with the level of defeat she spoke with but her voice was still motherly even if it was slightly broken. She wasn't being rude with her words, she was simply both upset and disappointed.

(Y/n) tipped her head back into the pillow, closing her eyes as she tried to ignore Mary's words because she knew she had been foolish. She had gotten into a relationship with someone she shouldn't, someone who was meant to protect her, someone she now knew was dangerous. She had let herself fall in love with someone her mother and even her father wouldn't have approved of because he wasn't royalty and he was clearly a rule breaker. She had let herself sleep with him and get pregnant and she wasn't married or even with someone of her own social class.

Mary could see that this was not a match and she could tell by the secrecy that this was not something (Y/n)'s mother knew about.

"Can you help her or not?" Ben's words seemed like they were snapped but his voice was oddly calm. He didn't have time to fill in the cook about the situation and he wasn't interested in her comments or her frowns. He needed to know if she could help or not because if she couldn't she would have to leave.

"Yes, I can help her. Get her out of those trousers, Lily, hand me that and go get some towels and sheets."

Ben moved to do as he was told as Mary took the dark leaf green medical box from the cowering maid at the door. Patting her shoulder before nodding for her to go and get the supplies they would need. When the frightened and very silent maid came back into the room with a bundle of both sheets and towels and about two blankets piled into her arms, she closed the door behind her leaving the only four people in the room who knew what was going on.

"Go and draw a hot bath and then go down and wait for the doctor, he's to come straight up here when he arrives." Mary instructed, watching Lily nod before scuttling into the joined bathroom to do as told.

Ben brushed (Y/n)'s hair behind her ear as she kept his other hand tightly in her own. Her cries rattling through his ears and played on repeat in his crumbling mind as he kept his eyes on Mary. Watching what she was doing as she crumpled up a bloodied towel and threw it to the end of the bed out the way. Her eyes watering though she did well to hide away the tears, her worried eyes locking with Ben as he could only describe the look on her face as a look of sorrow.

She said nothing as she very slowly wrapped a towel around the baby, also moving it to the end of the bed clearly trying to ignore that factor for the time being to focus on (Y/n) but her eyes were drawn back to the towel when she noticed Ben's expression that looked as hard as stone.

Opening the medical box she had taken from Lily, she pushed a few plasters, cotton pads and alcohol wipes out of the way before grasping a packaged needle that held a clotting medication.

"You're losing a bit of blood, sweetie but don't worry, we'll sort that out."

She placed one of the sheets beneath (Y/n)'s legs to replace the soiled towel before injecting the medication into her upper thigh to try and stop the blood loss. Mary tried to dab at (Y/n)'s legs and thighs to smear away the blood to tell if it was slowing down or not before going through the medical box again to find a painkiller. Injecting it into a vein in (Y/n)'s wrist before she looked over at Ben.

"Let's get her into the bath and then I'll clean this up." She motioned to the bed before moving to attempt to try and get (Y/n) to sit up but Ben shook his head.

"I'll help her, you sort this." He slipped an arm around (Y/n)'s back just over her shoulder blades before hooking his other under her knees. Easing her from the bed and into his arms before carefully shuffling off the bed and onto his feet. His heart hammering against his chest when he noticed the blood smearing onto his arm making him feel sick.

"D-don't leave me." (Y/n) whispered the words quietly as she rested her cheek on his shoulder, closing her eyes as she couldn't be bothered to try and keep them open any longer.

"Now why would I do that?"

He never wanted this. No matter what (Y/n) thought or what he had done to her or to her family, Ben didn't want to hurt her and he especially didn't want this to be a reality.

He had wanted their baby.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Can you get us out of here?"

(Y/n) whispered the words as she tightened her hand around Ben's that was entwined with her own. His arm slung over her waist trying not to apply too much pressure in case he hurt her. She had her back against his chest, his head nuzzled into her neck as they had stayed like this for two days.

Ben felt his heart leaping in his chest as it was the first proper thing (Y/n) had said to him these past two days. Before this, she had simply cried or begged him to change things or simply ignore whatever he tried to say. But he had been surprised that she didn't push him away. He thought she wouldn't want to see him or have him stay with her but she seemed to panic when he moved to simply go to the bathroom as if he was never going to come back to her.

The maid, Lily, had kept her word and not told a soul but Mary who also kept quiet. She had had a word with the doctor when he arrived who promised not to say anything, he had stayed the night to give (Y/n) medication and check the bleeding had stopped since it had been substantial and said she would recover quickly. As far as (Y/n)'s mother and the rest of the staff were concerned, (Y/n) had come down with a rapid fever and wasn't to be disturbed, only Mary and Lily were to come in and out of the room.

"Of course I can. I can sneak you out of the castle, there are people I know that would keep our whereabouts secret. Wherever you want to go, you wouldn't believe how easy it is to make a fake passport."

Ben knew hideouts in the outside world, he knew the kind of places that were classed as the underground world that would let you go unnoticed. He had friends who would have no problem creating fake sightings of the princess if people should go looking for her. They would keep wherever they were staying a secret and Ben had travelled on fake passports before. He had to have fake identities to get himself into the castle and fake addresses and references so they wouldn't know the criminal history he was dragging behind him.

It would be so easy for him to get her out of here without anyone seeing and without a whisper spreading around that she had left.

"I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to walk around knowing people want me to be Queen, knowing the bad memories this place has. But I do want to be with you, I... I just... I wanted the baby too-"

Walking around these walls wasn't the same anymore, it was full of memories that Louisa had died in that room. That Daniel had been murdered there, that Anna had died in the library (Y/n) couldn't face going in anymore. She had the memory that Ben confessed to these crimes in the art room, she had the knowledge that she lost her baby in her bedroom. Living here wouldn't be the same and she would be expected to be Queen.

She didn't want this and she didn't want to be pushed around. Ben had killed people but he loved her and he had done nothing but care for and about her despite everything he had done.

"Ssh, I know princess. I know, but when we go you won't have to have those memories. You won't be the princess expected to be Queen, you won't have to think or be around a dysfunctional family. It'll just be you and me, a new identity. We can start again." (Y/n) didn't have to be the princess anymore, she could be whoever she wanted to be. She could be someone different, she could have a new life with Ben and leave all of this torment behind.

"I'm not pregnant now... you could-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." Ben's words were quiet but his tone was enough to stop (Y/n)'s train of thought right there.

She knew he had been plucking up the courage to kill her that day in the art room but he didn't because of the baby. But there was no baby now, he just needed the courage again to finish the job. She couldn't help but think it would be easier if he did, she wouldn't be in both physical and mental pain anymore and everything would stop. But she also knew Ben wouldn't because he loved her and he knew she was speaking out of pain and trauma, not of her true feelings.

"You were pregnant and that changes everything, it just wasn't our time." (Y/n) had still been pregnant no matter if she wasn't now, Ben wasn't just going to overlook that or forget about their baby. Just because they were unlucky and not meant to have a baby now didn't mean in the future they never would.

(Y/n) let go of his hand so she could press her palms to the mattress, taking a moment before pushing herself so she was sitting up. Ben sat up with her, resting his hands on her hips to stop her when she moved her legs over the edge of the bed.

"Are you sure you should be walking about? Where do you want to go?" Ben wasn't so sure walking about would be a good idea just yet. She had lost a lot of blood the other day and her stomach was still causing her some pain.

"I have an idea, help me up?" There was a pleading look in her eyes as part of her wanted to stay curled up in bed and try to forget everything that had happened but the other part of her wanted to leave and she knew something that would help. Her eyes softened as Ben nodded, moving off the bed before taking her hands in his own and easing her to her feet.

Ben kept his arm around her waist as they started walking to the door, his eyes noticing how (Y/n) was slightly leaning over as she walked. She pointed to where they needed to go, walking down the corridor and turning to go up the stairs. (Y/n) leaned some of her weight onto Ben as they walked slowly to get up the stairs.

Reaching the right floor, (Y/n) pointed down the corridor before they turned left and then right before heading down three small steps leading into another corridor.

Gathering her breath and an ounce of calmness, (Y/n) guided them into the room at the very end. Ben didn't know which room they were going into since he hadn't been down this area of the castle before but he guessed it was someone's bedroom or a guest room. Following her inside, he scanned the vast room for a moment as he shut the door behind him.

(Y/n) padded on the fluffy grey carpet over to the rather large built-in wardrobe that she opened and walked into. Ben let go of her and leaned against the door as he watched her push around the clothes that were hung up on the hangers.

"What are you looking for, princess?"

"My father kept money and a few valuables stashed around his room. Some money under the mattress, a few jewels in a locked drawer, a stash of money in the back of a photo frame. I was going to take them but Anna got to them first, God knows why she wanted the money but she raided this room. But she didn't know about the safe."

Their father was the kind of man who would have money or bargaining tools hidden around his room for an emergency since asking a servant to get money from the bank or from the big safe may take too much time or arouse suspicion. (Y/n) had seen her sister raiding the room the day after their father passed and she didn't know why Anna wanted the money when she would get a big allowance if she became Queen but (Y/n) just guessed her sister was fuelled by greed.

"How do you know about it?"

"I used to come in here and show my father my paintings, he'd never look at them. Once or twice I saw him in here and he has a safe in the back wall." The good thing about being the quiet and observant child meant she noticed things and one of those was the safe her father had in here.

(Y/n) didn't know if it held money or jewels or even just documents but it was the only thing she could think of. If she didn't take the crown her mother would cut off her allowance and she wouldn't be allowed the dowry that she was meant to get when she was married. She needed money if she was going to leave and money was better than jewels to pawn.

Taking a moment to think of what the code was, (Y/n) knew it would either be something to do with her father or her brother because her father was a self-centred, stuck up old man. She tried her father's birthday with no luck so tried the day of his coronation that she could only just remember but still nothing. She knew it wouldn't be his wedding day nor would it be Louisa's birthday because even though she was the firstborn her father didn't think all that highly of her.

Another dagger hit her heart when she tried Daniel's birthday and the safe beeped before the door slowly swung open.

Of course it would be the only son.

Ben didn't ask how she knew what the code was, he simply watched as she rummaged around in the safe, her eyes scanning over the money that was new and untouched. Wrapped in paper from the bank that stated how much was in each small stack, all of which were in lump sums of two grand.

"Jackpot." There was no emotion in her voice as she pulled back for Ben to see, noticing he had no emotion in his eyes either.

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Warnings: Okay so I don’t really know but probably light obsession? Is light stalking a thing? Not from the reader or towards the reader.

AN: So this is the thing I wrote that I don’t know what to call, what to do with or how to explain.

I figured I would just post it.

Tell me what you think.

She only has herself to blame. She loves him. She’s in love with him and it’s her own fault. She works for him, he’s her damn boss and she couldn’t stop herself from feeling things for him.

The worst part is that she has to watch him day in and day out with the person that he’s in love with.

It’s crazy how in tune she is with him, or at least she thinks she’s in tune with him.

She knows how in love he is because of the way he looks at y/n. It’s the same way she looks at him.

Y/n is oblivious to the way she brightens up his entire day when she walks into a room, or the way he’s always looking to find her in a crowd. He gravitates towards her and she to him but she doesn’t notice.

She loves him and she hates him but mostly she hates herself for falling in love with someone who could never love her back because she’s invisible and could never compete with his childhood best friend.

***

He kisses her in the early hours of one Saturday where they spent the whole night partying and getting drunk.

Right after he does he’s crying and sliding down a wall and holding his head in his hands, mumbling about how she’ll never love him.

He says something about her, not understanding, little does he know that she understands perfectly how unrequited love feels.

When they wake up it is midday and he’s apologizing profusely, talking about how unprofessional he was and how he hopes she’ll forgive him.

Of course, she will, she can never stay mad at him.

She finds out the reason he got drunk was because he had just found out the person he was in love with was taken.

She hides the smile trying to make an appearance and instead helps him nurse his hangover.

Maybe she does have a chance after all. Y/n had someone else and it’s his turn to have someone else.

So her plan starts on that cloudy Saturday.

Get Shawn to fall in love with her starts now.

***

She’s extra present whenever he needs her. She’s at his beck and call and that might sound desperate but that’s what love is right? It’s doing anything the person you love wants.

He’s really appreciative of her and he’s giving her more attention than he ever has and if anything, she falls more each time he gives her his crooked smile.

He’s trying to move on, has told her just as much, trying to forget the feelings he’s felt for his best friend for so many years and she hopes that he finally lets her go.

She knows it isn’t that easy though, if it was, she wouldn’t love him anymore.

Since she has the first-hand experience with trying to move on, she’ll be patient with him. She’ll be there whenever he has the urge to crawl back into the y/n spaced hole in his heart.

y/n isn’t around much, not since she got a boyfriend, it could also be because she’s busy with school but all in all, she hasn’t been around which gives her a chance to make herself part of his heart.

y/n is normal, y/n doesn’t understand his lifestyle, y/n deserves someone normal and he deserves someone who knows the ins and outs of the industry. Someone who can help him rise to the top.

She’ll always put him first and y/n can’t do that.

***

The days pass by and no one dares mention y/n when she’s around because she’ll always glare at them, they know not to upset him and her name does just that.

Whenever she finds him on her social media, she takes his phone and hides it, smiling at him when he groans sarcastically. She thinks he’s starting to feel something too.

She can’t win Brian over, it’s weird because everyone loves her, but she can’t seem to shake his glares like he’s in on something that she doesn’t even know.

When she walks into a room to talk to Shawn and Brian’s in there, he’ll huff and scoff, and glare. He’ll walk away from anywhere near her and wait until she’s gone to approach Shawn again.

She thinks he’s being childish for whatever reason but she doesn’t care, as long as his attitude doesn’t influence Shawn in any way.

***

She finds out that y/n breaks up with her boyfriend when Shawn storms into the green room and lifts her off her feet, kissing her cheek, all smiles, he’s glowing and she wants to know why.

“What! What is it?” She asks giggling as he puts her down.

“Y/n’s single! And she’s coming in three days.” He’s so happy he doesn’t even notice that he’s stabbed her in the heart. She thought that they were making progress, she thought that he at least thought of her as a potential romantic partner but y/n’s single and he forgets about her?

He’s laughing when Brian walks in the room, tackling his friend, the two men embracing. She doesn’t notice Brian’s glares, too busy being heartbroken.

“I’m gonna tell her,” Shawn says. She hears Brian say finally as she walks out of the room, the world spinning around her.

Doesn’t he know that this is a bad idea? That she’s just going to use him and break his heart? She isn’t good enough for him and she’s going to prove it.

She doesn’t know when she snaps, but she does and she thinks she’s right.

***

y/n being here is driving her insane, it’s her laugh and the way she talks and walks and exists.

The worst part is that y/n had never been anything but sweet to her. That made her hate her even more, someone couldn’t be that nice. She had to be hiding something, something that Shawn wouldn’t like and she was going to find out what.

And if she couldn't? She would make something up.

After all, she wasn’t above that, it was what was best for him. It was all for him.

***

She’s about to walk into the green room when he hears them talking, her heart stops and crumbles.

“I think I’ve always loved you, I’ve just been too afraid to admit it because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” It’s her sickeningly sweet voice confessing her feelings for her Shawn.

Who did she think she was? She broke his heart. She dated someone else and ignored him for months and she thinks she can come back and just claim him?

She wasn’t there on the drunken nights when he drank himself sick. She wasn’t there to see him cry over her. She wasn’t there to pick up the pieces and put him back together.

Shawn was smart, he would see right through her act and remember who was there for him this whole time.

When Shawn does the complete opposite of that and he tells her how long he’s been waiting for this, how much he loves her and how he can’t wait for whatever they do next, she’s shaking with rage.

He’s so dumb. So stupid, how could he be so blind? She doesn’t deserve him and he’s going to show him.

Brian pops up from behind her and smirks, she puts a fake smile on her face and walks away.

She had to find something.

***

“I’m going on a coffee run, does anyone want anything?” y/n’s standing in the middle of the room, eyeing everyone, the smile on her face could not be real.

Great, she’s been on tour with them for two months and she’s already trying to take her job.

What is it about her that makes everyone swoon? What did y/n have that she didn’t?

She watches Shawn watch her. He looks at her like she put the stars and the moon in the sky.

He watches her like she put the universe together and gifted it to him.

He watches him like he’s the earth and she’s the moon and they’re being pulled to each other.

He watches her like he lives and breathes for her and it makes her want to puke.

She’s watching him so she misses the way y/n looks at him.

Like he’s the sun and she shines for him and only him.

She also misses the way Brian notices the scowl on her face.

***

When y/n comes back with their drinks she’s hoping that the woman got something wrong, that she could point it out and somehow everyone would turn against her.

Obviously, that wouldn’t happen because it’s just some drink orders but she was hoping that Shawn would notice that she’s better at coffee runs than his girlfriend.

That word makes her sick.

When everyone leaves to watch Shawn perform, she stays behind to work. She was going to wait it out, wait until y/n went back to school at the end of the summer to create doubt in Shawn’s head about her, but it was getting too serious so she had to do something now.

She waits a few seconds before she’s running across the room towards y/n’s laptop.

Y/n hadn’t even logged out, she wasn’t even smart. She doesn’t know what Shawn sees in her at all.

She’s snooping trying to find something, anything that will incriminate her in Shawn’s eyes, and when she finds nothing she wants to scream.

Her phone goes off startling her, it’s a message from her mom asking her when she’ll come home and visit. She ignores it looking at the messaging icon. Perfect.

She clicks on the facebook icon on the laptop and it takes her right to y/n’s account. She’s giddy on the inside, she’s going to get him back. It’s for his own good.

She finds y/n’s ex's name and starts typing a message to him, not before revoking all access to Facebook from any mobile app. Just to buy her enough time without alerting y/n.

He’s luckily online and responds immediately.

She channels her inner y/n and her plan starts.

She’s about to send one more when she hears footsteps approaching.

She jumps to the couch and pulls out her phone, the laptop still glowing but off the facebook page. She hopes whoever it is doesn’t notice.

Brian walks in, eyeing her before grabbing a sweater that’s too small to be his. Just like that he’s gone.

She breathes a sigh of relief and waits until she can play out the second part of her plan.

***

“I have to show you something my mom sent me but it’s logged me out and I can’t remember my password so it’ll have to wait.” She hears the sugary sweet voice say.

Shawn nods and kisses the side of her head and then her cheek. The sight makes her shiver.

“I’ll be right back, Brian needed me for something.” She internally groans. Brian hated her. She knew that much by now, she didn’t know why. And it pissed her off to no end that he seemed to adore y/n. Yeah, they had been friends for a long time too, but wouldn’t you be happy for anyone your best friend dates? As long as your best friend was happy? She doesn’t think Brian will ever like her so she’ll have to get rid of him too.

First y/n, then Brian.

Shawn’s surfing on his phone when she plops beside him.

“Hey, stranger.” She shoves his shoulder with hers and he smiles, looking up at her.

“Hey, didn’t see you out there.” He had noticed she wasn’t there, had missed her.

“Had to get some work done.” She puts on a sad face, a look of concern growing on Shawn’s face.

“What’s wrong?” She sighs, looking down at her hands and looking back up at him regretfully.

“y/n’s computer kept going off and it was annoying me so I went over to shut it but-” she cuts herself off, putting her hand over his and swallowing the ball in her throat.

“I’m so sorry.” She sees fear creep into his expression and he shakes his head.

“Is she okay? What is it?” His voice is shaking and she suddenly doesn’t want to break his heart, but it’s what’s best for him.

For them.

“Shawn, she’s talking to her ex.” Shawn sighs and she sees the tension leave his body.

“Yeah, I know that they’re friends, they have to be, they’re in the same year and same program.” Of course, she was one to be friends with her exes, that perfect little angel.

“These messages weren’t about school. They were more seductive than that.”

“No, no way.” Shawn’s in disbelief.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t believe you.” He’s shaking his head and he can see the doubt building.

“They’re right over there. Go see for yourself.” He’s hesitating, and she knows it’s because he doesn’t want to invade y/n’s privacy, so she pushes him.

“She’ll delete them before you can see that she’s cheating on you, why do you think she didn’t let you see the thing her mom sent herd? It was in case he sent her a message while you were using her phone.” That’s the push he needs to let the doubt win and walk over to y/n’s laptop.

She stays put in her spot and watches as he logs into her laptop that had gone into sleep mode, sees as he tenses and starts to shake with rage.

When he turns around, his eyes are dark, full of anger and sadness.

There’s silence for a few moments and she’s going to get up and comfort him when y/n walks in, Brian trailing behind her.

Shawn’s face morphs into something that breaks her heart when he sees y/n. He isn’t angry at her, he’s just devastated, he’s broken. She did that to him.

It’s for the best, she tells herself.

“Babe?” y/n walks over to him and reaches for his hand but he shakes her off.

“How could you?”

“How could I what?”

“You fucking know what!” Shawn screams, making her flinch. Y/n doesn’t bat an eyelash, her concern for him increasing.

“I really don’t.”

“I can’t wait to feel your lips all over my body.” Shawn recites one of the messages she typed out. y/n’s look of concern turns into confusion. She avoids eye contact with Brian and sinks deeper into the couch.

“I miss how you feel inside me.” Y/n’s whispering his name, trying to get through to him but he doesn’t listen, reciting more messages she had sent.

“I want it hard and fast.”

“Stop.” y/n says, her voice calm.

“No, you stop. Pack all your shit and get out.” y/n tries to speak but he doesn’t let her.

“Get the fuck out y/n! I never want to see you again.” She looks down when she sees the tears streaming down y/n’s face. When y/n doesn’t move, Shawn yells again, “Get out!”

Y/n moves past him, grabbing all her things and storming out of the room.

As soon as she leaves the room, she picks up her head and watches as Shawn crumbles. His knees crashing to the floor along with his hands.

Before she can go to him, Brian’s there, rubbing his back, trying to pick him up.

While Shawn’s crying, she’s there in shock.

This is what’s best. It’s for the best. It will get better. He will thank her.

***

“I know you’re behind this.” Brian is standing at the door frame, hands crossed over his chest, anger all over his face.

“What?” She sets her phone next to her, ready to play the part.

“Don’t play dumb. I see the way you look at him, at them, I know how you feel.” His voice is so certain of what he’s saying and it scares her that everyone else will believe him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I talked to y/n and she has no recollection of sending those messages.” Why couldn’t he just blindly follow Shawn and ignore y/n. Now she had to convince him too.

“She’s obviously lying.” Brian shakes his head clearly not believing a word she’s saying.

“I walked into that green room and the laptop wasn’t sleeping.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“A laptop doesn’t go to sleep after half an hour?” She moves her hand in a “so what” motion and Brian chuckles.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s a setting.” He’s not going to believe her, y/n has her claws too far into him.

“The only reason you’re getting away with this right now is that Shawn is too hurt to listen.”

“I’m not getting away with anything.”

“Not for long,” Brian says, slamming the door behind him. She glares at the closed door, her mind reeling.

Time to get rid of Brian.

***

She doesn’t even have time to get rid of Brian before Shawn is coming up to her, anger written all over his face and she’s already cowering before he’s in front of her.

“What the hell?” He screams. He’s so angry, he’s never seen him like this, never towards anyone and definitely not towards her.

“You know what? I don’t give a shit, pack your things, you’re fired, effective immediately.” His words shock her and she’s flying after him as he leaves.

“No! Shawn, please!” She’s gripping his arm pulling him towards her and he’s shaking her off.

“You have no place here, I don’t know who you think you are to mess with people like that but you need to leave.” He flings her off and security comes down the hallway as he starts walking away. She sees y/n standing next to Brian, her face not angry but sad.

“I love you!” She yells after Shawn.

“You don’t do what you did to me to people you love.” He turns around to look at her, a shadow cast over his face before turning back around and walking towards y/n and Brian.

She can’t break through to him, she knows that now, not when his heart belongs so completely to someone else. She should have realized earlier, her heart belonged to him and no one could break through that. She’s pulled away, her eyes not leaving his frame and the way his hands look for hers in comfort.

***

She’s packing her things when there’s a knock at the door and it opens right after before she can respond.

When she turns around, y/n is standing there. She stares at the woman, her hair framing her face perfectly. She has no makeup on, has bags under her eyes and is wearing sweats and a hoodie and she is still one of the most beautiful people she has ever laid eyes on.

She never wanted to admit it, but she always knew y/n was beautiful, tried to convince herself that that is why Shawn loved her so much.

Y/n isn’t alone, Jake is standing right behind her. He’s there too, she sees him peak his head in when y/n steps closer to enter the room, sees as his hand reaches out to pull at her sleeve so she doesn’t walk further into the room before stepping off to the side.

They’re probably scared they’ll hurt y/n. She would never, not like that, not in the way they’re thinking.

She’s glad she can’t see Shawn anymore, can’t bear to see the pure loathing on his face.

“Hi.” She wants to hate y/n more, the way she greets her with no animosity, just genuine concern.

“Hello.” She says softly. She can’t hate her though, not anymore, she’s exhausted.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing?” She wants to cry. How could she have ever wanted anything better for Shawn? Anything better than someone who cares about everyone, even someone who tried to ruin her relationship.

“Humiliated, ashamed, guilty, sorry.” Y/n gives her a gentle smile.

“It’s okay.” y/n was really here telling her that everything she had done was okay?

“How?”

“Feeling all that means that you learned something from all this.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I forgive you. It’s your turn to forgive yourself.” How could someone be so freaking special? How could someone be so understanding and nice? She knows what Shawn sees in her now, imagine having this energy in your life for your whole life? Of course, he couldn’t resist.

“Thank you.”

y/n goes to move closer and two hands jump out to stop her. One of Jake’s is gripping her shoulder, and Shawn is once again pulling her from her hoodie, this time from her back.

“No.” he whispers from the door.

y/n turns to both men squeezes Shawn’s hand and nods.

“I’m fine.” When she steps into the room, Shawn comes into full view, Jake is quick to follow y/n into the room, standing behind her once more.

y/n stretches her arms out and waits for her to come closer before wrapping her up in a hug.

She really does feel forgiven, at least from y/n because when she looks behind her, she catches Shawn’s eyes and the worry in them. The worry that his whole world is in the arms of a crazy person.

She can’t blame him. She would be scared too.

y/n pulls away, one hand on each shoulder and squeezes.

“Now you get to go out there and do better.” Is the last thing y/n says before she’s walking back to Shawn, the tension leaving his body once she’s back in his arms.

He doesn’t even look back at her and she’s okay with it.

She sees it now, sees it completely. They are meant for each other. They have been sculpted by the gods and put on this earth to be with one another and she can’t come in the way of that. She won’t. No one could.

To him, she’s the sun and he orbits around her and to her he’s the sun and she orbits around him. They are equal. They’re soulmates.

She needs to go out there and learn from this and find her own soulmate.

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