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Title: “Two months too long”

Pairing: dom! Yoongi x sub! brat! Reader Ft. Namjoon Ft. Jin Ft. Jimin

Warnings: SMUT like a lot, fluff (just a bit), angst (eh), cheating/talk of cheating, abusive parents, oral (f) receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), rough sex, orgasm denial (f) receiving

*Read in both perspectives, this a long one: over 10,000 words.*

Rating: 18 and over

Y/N:

“Faster, Faster!” You moan, yanking his hair, and grinding your aching cunt against his face. You’ve been at this for 20 minutes and you were no closer to your release than when you started. “Use your fingers!” You cry out. Jimin pops up from beneath your skirt, out of breath, lips swollen. “Jagi, this doesn’t seem to be working. Please, I need to be inside you.” He whispers in your ear, rubbing his erection along your thigh. “I don’t know why I am even doing this. We were supposed to just talk. I have to go.” You push him away. “Perhaps lover boy isn’t doing his job properly.” Jimin quips licking your juices from his lips. “This was a mistake Jimin, I can’t, we can’t do this ever again.” “We shall see Jagi. As always, it’s good to see you.” You rush out of Jimin’s office and race for the street, angry with yourself for thinking you could have a simple conversation with your ex. You hop into your car and pull out your phone sending a text that you know will just fall into the unknown like the rest. ‘I need you, please just answer me. I miss you. I’m so sorry.’ You wait and wait staring at the screen, as tears begin to fall from your eyes, for a response that doesn’t comes.

MIN:

Yoongi quietly contemplates whether he will respond this time. He does this every time you message, each message more desperate than the last. He’s ignored you ever since he walked out on your father’s birthday party, wanting you to suffer and hurt the way he did. A tap on the passenger side window snaps him out of his contemplation as he simply placed his phone in the cup holder. “If it isn’t my baby brother. Have you missed me?” Yoongi’s brother smiles wide, throwing his luggage in the back seat and taking his place in the passenger’s seat. “How was your flight?” Yoongi grumbles. “Nah, come on, is that anyway to greet me?” Yoongi sighs deeply but leans over and embraces his brother. Yoongi had never hated Jin, he was in the same boat as Yoongi, merely a passenger to their parents’ craziness. In fact, Jin and Yoongi had bonded over the years and become a source of comfort to one another. Jin was only older by a year but had taken over his father company after his death, becoming quite successful at his young age, something Yoongi admired and Yoongi’s father lusted after. A fact that neither boy allowed to sully their relationship, Jin even protected Yoongi at times from his father’s wrath. “Have you eaten?” Yoongi asks. “No but I can wait. My mother has instructed me to come straight to the house to see her upon landing.” Yoongi nods and begins driving. “How’s the love life?” Jin inquires, Yoongi chuckles. “I don’t do love lives.” “Good answer bro. I intend to meet many love lives out here. Mother has been pressuring me to choose a wife and I am uninterested.” “Well then, we should throw a welcome home party for my favorite brother.” Jin laughs out loud. “Speaking of, how is Namjoon?” Yoongi joins in on Jin’s joke laughing along with him.

Y/N:

“So, let me get this straight, you want me to convince him to talk to you?” “Yes! Exactly.” Namjoon nods sarcastically. “No.” “What? Why not?” “Well for starters you really messed up this time and second, I don’t care to be involved in your craziness!” You whine obnoxiously. “Joon, please. I need this, this one favor.” “Ah, then one favor becomes two and two three and you see the pattern here yeah?” You drop your head into your hands and begin to cry causing Namjoon to chuckle nervously. “Well, don’t cry. He just needs his space. You need to realize that not everything is your way. The people around you have feelings also and deserve to be treated accordingly.” You wipe your tears and look up at Namjoon. “I fucked up Joon and I don’t know how to stop fucking shit up but I know that I love him and I shouldn’t because he flat out told me he doesn’t love me but I still want him.” Namjoon sighs. “I think the best thing to do is give him space. When I see him, I’ll pick his brain a little but that’s all I’m going to do!” Namjoon warns as your face lights up. “When do you see him?” “Uh, Uh, bro code, remember?” “Yeah, yeah. What about us code?” Namjoon laughs. “That’s the thing Y/n, no one else puts me in a situation to have to play that card but you.” You roll your eyes at his response. “He will come around, hopefully, in the meantime you’ll just have to wait.” “I have to tell you something. I saw Jimin today. I know what you’re going to say. I shouldn’t have but I just wanted to get closure I guess, and it turned into something else completely and the entire time I was with him I just couldn’t stop thinking about Min.” Namjoon just stared at you in a disapproving manner, it made you feel anxious. You always thought highly of Namjoon, he was smart in ways you weren’t, and he always gave the best advice and right now you needed that. “Well, say something Joon.” “I just have one question Y/n, How do you ever intend to move forward if you’re always looking back?”

MIN:

“Okay, okay. How about this one? What do you call a cow with no legs?” Yoongi sighs and rolls his eyes but obliges his brother’s antics. “What?” “Ground beef!” Jin immediately starts cackling while Yoongi just shakes his head disapprovingly. They have been home for a time but no one else was home. “We should’ve just gone out to eat. I fear you’re losing your mind.” Yoongi tells Jin. “Yeah, I agree. Let me call mother and see what’s going on.” Jin walks off. Yoongi pulls out his phone and aimlessly scrolls through his Instagram, stopping when he sees a side profile mirror selfie of you in bed, hair tousled, wearing nothing but a thong and white crop top. He sucks in a breath at the sight, feeling his cock twitch to life. She’s teasing me and its working, Yoongi thinks to himself. He swallows hard, examining the photo with a fine-tooth comb, his heart beating at a rapid pace. His mind playing tricks on him, what if she was just with someone. You have your phone positioned to cover your face so he couldn’t really tell if you looked fucked out. “Wow, she’s hot! Do you know her?” Jin leans in over Yoongi’s shoulder. He fumbles with his phone quickly tucking it away. “What did your mom say?” “Oh! You really like this one huh? You got all nervous and I think you’re even blushing.” Jin teases. “Fuck off.” “Well in any case, mother is almost back from shopping. She’s going to bring food back with her. While we wait, why don’t you tell me about this girl.” Yoongi shakes his head, visibly annoyed. “She’s no one. Someone I was seeing for a bit but she’s just like the rest. Taking what she needs and discarding what she doesn’t.” Jin purses his lips, nodding in understanding. He taps Yoongi on the shoulder, “Day by day brother. Just take it all day by day. Anyone who doesn’t see how great you are doesn’t deserve your time. How about another joke to clear your head?” “Ahh, please spare me. I’d rather jump head-first into the river.” Yoongi jokes. “That can be arranged boy.” Jin and Yoongi both jump up at the sound of Lee An’s voice. They both bow deeply as she shoves past Yoongi and embraces Jin. “My son, my handsome son. Ive missed you so. Come, let’s eat, tell mother everything about your trip.” She takes Jin by the hand and pulls him towards the dining area. “Come brother.” He waves at Yoongi to join. “Actually, I would prefer some time with alone with Jin. I’m sure Yoongi has other things to do today, don’t you boy.” “Mother, Yoongi picked me up from the airport. He hasn’t eaten either and I’ve missed him as well.” She sucks her teeth at Jin. “It’s ok. Your mother is right. I have a lot to do today. We can catch up later.” Yoongi gives Jin a tight smile and turns to grab his things. “Mother that was rude of you.” Jin whispers. “I don’t care. I hate that boy and I don’t want you picking up nasty habits from him.” “I have ears you know.” Yoongi mumbles. “I wasn’t trying to be discreet.” Lee An hisses as she walks off. “Really, stay brother, don’t worry about her.” Yoongi chuckles and taps Jin on the shoulder. “It’s all good, I’ll see you later at Namjoon’s place, besides this will give you a chance to get out all those terrible dad jokes. Women don’t find those things sexy.” Jin laughs loudly. “I find just the opposite. It drives them wild.” Jin gives Yoongi a wink as he takes his leave.

Y/N:

You watch as the likes and comments pour in for your naughty little photo but of course the attention you want you don’t get. Namjoon’s voice rings through your head over and over. He was always right, even more so this time. How did you ever intend to move forward if you were always looking back? You were fooling yourself into thinking you needed closure from Jimin. You had since moved on from what he had done to you without a second thought but still you ran to him when Min left you high and dry because you figured you’d show him who was boss, again only fooling yourself. Now it seemed you may have ruined any chance at a normal relationship. “You told him you loved him? Girl, are you sick in the head?” You sat on your BFFs bed, sulking, filling her in on everything. “It doesn’t matter now, I fucked everything up. He doesn’t feel the same way and hooking up with Jimin again just put the final nail in my coffin.” “Yeah but he doesn’t know about that and you didn’t even cum so technically it doesn’t count.” You groan and throw yourself back on her bed. “Why can’t I just be happy?” Your BFF sighs deeply at your question. “Well for one, I think you might be an actual bitch.” “Wow, thanks! You’re really great at this!” She begins laughing at your response. “Okay, okay. You seem to be hooked on this guy and while I don’t approve, I am always down to help my girl out. With that being said, I happen to know that he is currently with Namjoon.” You hop up at this news. “How do you know this?” She gives you a sly smile. “I’ve been texting Joon and he told me they would be out and about today, planning some party. Maybe we should accidentally show up to where they’re going to be looking fucking bomb. Get that Min boys blood boiling.” “That’s fucking genius! I think I’m in love with you!” You say before jumping on her. “Let me text Joon and see what’s the tea.” “Let me borrow that red mini skirt.” You ask, running to her closet. She nods excitedly while texting rapidly. “Let’s see you ignore me now.” You whisper, looking yourself over in the mirror.

MIN:

“Who are you texting so much?” Yoongi ask Joon while shoving a dumpling in his mouth. “Ahh, Y/N’s friend, do you remember her from the party? I don’t know, maybe I’m reaching but I think we have chemistry.” Yoongi shakes his head. “I don’t think she liked me very much. She wasn’t very nice if I recall.” “Maybe you should try smiling more.” Yoongi pretends to choke on his food at Namjoon’s comment. “Now where’s the fun in that?” “Namjoon, hello, how are you? It’s so good to see you again.” Namjoon begins to stutter as Yoongi licks his lips looking over the guy who’s approached the table. He furrows his brow, trying to recall where he’s seen him before. “Jimin, what are you doing here?” “Finishing a business lunch. This place has phenomenal food. Who’s your friend?” He looks over at Yoongi, who’s heart drops to his stomach. “I know you. You’re the ex.” Yoongi states through clenched teeth. “Excuse me.“ Jimin questions, leaning in. “Y/N’s ex, the one who kissed her at her father’s party.” Jimin’s eyes widen suddenly. “Ahh, you must be lover boy. I would shake your hand, but it seems tasteless since I was just with Y/N today.” Yoongi jumps up from the table at the remark. “What the fuck did you just say?” Jimin takes a step back as Namjoon steps between them. “Gentlemen please, not in public. We all have reputations to maintain.” Yoongi’s body trembles with rage as he breathes heavily. “Calm down friend, as I recall she kissed me back at that party and came to my office to see me today. A fact I’m sure wouldn’t have been necessary had you been taking care of business on your end. No matter, I made sure she was handled just as she likes.” Jimin provokes with a wink. Yoongi chuckles and nods, passing his hand through his hair. “Let it go, Yoongi, he’s just trying to get under your skin.” Namjoon tries to calm. “Listen to Namjoon here. You wouldn’t want to do anything stupid.” “You’re right, she isn’t worth it.” Yoongi states calmly, grinding his teeth. He places money on the table and swallows hard, examining Jimin one last time before walking past him. “Good choice friend. Being the bigger person. I know how hard it is to resist her but I’m sure it’s harder to see her fucked out in photos on Instagram, knowing I’m the one who did it to her.” Yoongi’s breath hitches at Jimin’s words and he all but blacks out before spinning around quickly to slam his fist into Jimin’s perfect jaw.

Y/N:

“Shit!” Your BFF says aloud. “What? What’s going on?” “They are headed back to Namjoon’s house already.” “What? That was fast! He just said they were eating.” You look over to the passenger’s seat to catch her gnawing on her lip nervously. “Yoongi clocked Jimin.” Your jaw drops as you try to find words, heart frantically beating in your chest. “I don’t understand.” You feel tears burn in back of your eyes. “According to Joon, Jimin was at the restaurant also and approached them at their table and told Min you guys fucked and something about your picture on Instagram. Yoongi flipped and clocked Jimin. Damn that boys got it bad for you.” “Are you crazy!? What are you saying!? I didn’t sleep with Jimin okay. That’s a lie! And why would he even hit Jimin? We aren’t even together anymore; hes been ignoring me for almost two months. Why does he even care? I can’t, I have to pull over.” You abruptly turn the wheel, parking the car on the side of the road, and begin hyperventilating. “Calm down Y/N! What the hell?” Your friend rubs your back to calm you. “He’s never going to talk to me again! Everything is so fucked!” You sob. “I don’t want to be that friend that hits you with an I told you so but girl this Min boy was trouble from the start. You need to just let this thing go. It’s not worth all this grief.” “You’re right. I don’t need to hear I told you so.” You bark at her, yanking out your phone. “Oh, please don’t do what I think you are going to do.” She warns you. You dial Yoongi and wait for an answer. ‘You have reached the voicemail….’, You hang up and dial again. ‘You have reached the voicemail….’, you hang up and dial again. ‘You have reached the voicemail….’ but this time your BFF takes your phone. “Stop,” She shouts, “He doesn’t give a shit about you. He only clocked Jimin because men are territorial pigs not because he cares! I have had enough of that god damn Min boy. Now, we are going back to get you cleaned up and go get nice and shit faced tonight, and you are going to forget all about that ridiculous Min Yoongi!”

MIN:

It had been hours since Yoongi knocked Jimin on his ass. He smirked to himself as he looked over his swollen knuckles. He was good and drunk now, making damn sure he was numb to the pain. He nodded his head to the music playing even though he had no clue what it was. His eyes shifted frantically just trying to focus on something long enough to fool himself into thinking he could move about the party he and Namjoon put together for Jin. “There you are brother! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! This is Lisa and Jess. I overheard them talking about the infamous Min boy and they could hardly contain themselves when I said we were brothers.” Jin gives Yoongi a wink. “Is that so?” Yoongi looks over the two girls, not really his cup of tea but he’s not in the position to be picky. He needed to get his mind away from you and quick! Before he has time to speak Jess leans in for a photo. “Smile for the Gram!” Yoongi leans his head in and gives a sly smile. “Oh, me too!” Lisa leans in next and Yoongi obliges her with a photo as well. “Jin was just telling us he doesn’t have social media.” Lisa pushes herself against Yoongi to say. “Takes away from one on one time. I hate it.” Jin explains. “Maybe we can have some one on one time?” Lisa whispers into Yoongi’s ear. He takes a moment to take in her features. She’s a pretty girl, too much makeup honestly, which surprised him since she didn’t really need it. She begins to run her hand over his arm and press her breasts, which are spilling out of her top, into his chest. “Can we find someplace quiet?” She breathes heavily into his ear. Yoongi nods and leads her off. Jin winks at him, wrapping his arm around Jess, who pulls him into a kiss. Yoongi takes Lisa through the house, trying to get to a guest room. “This is good.” She says, yanking him into a dark room. “This is a restroom.” He drawls, flicking on the light. “I don’t mind.” She giggles, shoving him into the sink and dropping to her knees. He chuckles at her enthusiasm. “We can take our time. I promise I’m not going anywhere.” “I heard you have a big cock. Is that true?” She pants, pawing at his crotch. He growls quietly, covering her hand with his, trying to soften her brutish attempts at stroking him through his pants. “Hey, hey,” He grabs her by the chin and lifts her face up. “It’s not going anywhere.” She giggles while yanking at his belt, undoing his button and fly. “I heard you like it rough.” She yanks down his pants and underwear just low enough to free his semi hard member. “Mm, let’s wake him up shall we.” She states before licking at his shaft like a lollipop. Yoongi’s brow furrows as he tries to calm his mind. You’re fine. He repeats over and over in his head as she laps at his cock. “Don’t tease.” He whispers to her. She smiles up at him before suckling on his tip.

He moans softly, as she swirls her tongue around his now engorged tip. “There’s that big boy I’ve heard so much about.” She comments, examining his fully erect cock. She slowly begins to stroke him, a perfect bead of pre-cum forming at his tip. She swipes her thumb over it and slides it down his shaft. He hums in approval. She wraps her mouth around his tip again suckling at it while using both hands to pump his cock. He groans in discomfort at how tightly she clenches and twist his shaft, her hands beginning to dry around his dick. “Wait.” He says. She releases his now reddened member. “Open up.” He says gently, placing his hand on the nape of her neck. She does as she’s told, and he slowly slides his cock into her warm gaping mouth. He sucks in a breath at the sweet sensation of moisture that finds his irritated dick. He is almost inserted halfway before Lisa begins to gag and shove him back. He pulls away, stroking her cheek gently. “I’m sorry, are you ok?” “I don’t really do the deep throat thing. I know guys like it but to be honest I think you’re too big for my mouth. Literally, my dentist once told me I have an unusually small mouth.” Yoongi purses his lips but soon nods in understanding. “Don’t you worry Min. I can still make you cum.” She smiles seductively up at him, pushing Yoongi’s hands away from his member to insert his tip in her mouth once again. She slurps loudly on it while using both hands to pump his cock again. Yoongi bites his lip to keep from groaning in pain. She slows her pace much to Yoongi’s delight and he releases a relived breath until she twists her head to the side and grazes his sensitive tip with her teeth. “Ah!” He cries out. “Sorry! I just get so excited.” She giggles. Yoongi grips the countertop and tries to steady his breathing. He should stop this right here and now, but he doesn’t want to insult the girl. So, Yoongi just closes his eyes, trying to stay calm in the moment. “Mm, so good.” She moans, moving her attention towards his shaft, wrapping her lips around the left side and gliding her mouth along the side. She begins to twist her closed fist around the tip of his cock, tightening her grip with every turn, causing Yoongi to wince at the feeling. “Fuck.” He whispers to himself. “You like that baby.” She asks, turning her attention to the right side and gliding her mouth along his shaft once more, all the while still twisting his tip tightly. “Wait.” Yoongi cries out, unable to stand the pain any longer. “Gonna cum already.” She teases. “Uh, no, just, um, I like when you use just your mouth.” He mumbles, trying to hold back his need to take control of the situation. Lisa doesn’t exactly look like the type to enjoy Dom play and he wouldn’t dare try it since she seems to live off the rumor mill. “Well, I can’t get the whole thing in my mouth but maybe if I just focus on the tip…” Lisa rambles as Yoongi’s mind begins to wander on how to salvage this moment. He stands there, cock out and losing life, watching Lisa’s mouth move but not processing what she’s saying. Instead he wonders about you, what you were doing, what you were wearing, if you missed him. Try as he might, he can’t stop thinking of you, your cunt, your neediness, and the way you swallow back his cock with ease, like a woman mad. He growls at the thought, his cock coming back to life. He begins stroking himself greedily while Lisa watches in awe. He closes his eyes, imagining you laid out, on display for him, rubbing your perky tits, mouth opened and waiting for his seed. He moans loudly at the thoughts plaguing his mind, feeling his climax approaching from deep within his ball sack. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Open that pretty mouth for me?” He asks of Lisa. “Um, I, uh, I don’t swallow.” Lisa mumbles, eyes wide like saucers, clearly affected by the show. “What?” Yoongi says breathlessly and frustrated. “I don’t swallow, sorry. I hate the taste.” Yoongi groans, heading towards the toilet quickly. He strokes his cock desperately and cries out as he shoots his load into the porcelain. “We could fuck if you want?” Lisa offers. “No. I can’t. I’m sorry. I have to go.” Yoongi states calmly, fastening his belt and escaping the restroom.

Y/N:

“This is amazing. Really a great idea. Why didn’t we think to do this sooner?” You pass the bottle of Vodka to your BFF and she takes a swig. “I have no clue but Its exactly what we needed. Namjoon is so sweet right? Like he could’ve told me no when I asked to borrow the lake house no questions asked but he didn’t. Who does that?” You squint over at you friend, taking in her newfound glow. “Wow, I’m really sorry.” She looks over to you and laughs. “Why?” “I have been so consumed by everything going on with me that I hadn’t noticed that you were falling for Joon! When did this happen?” “Ok, so, no more Vodka for you.” She scoffs. “Come on be serious! Does he know?” “Ugh,” She throws her hands up in defeat, “I have no clue! Ok, full disclosure, I guess it started blossoming at the fourth of July party and he’s just been so sweet and attentive, and I’ve never experienced anything like that. Now we’re like talking a lot! I mean he sends me a good morning text every day. Who does that?” She passes you the bottle. “No one because chivalry is dead but,” You swallow down some Vodka and the large lump in your throat, “You and Joon are going to be really cute together. I think you’ll make a great couple. I can always ask him how he feels about you.” “Really? Do you think he could like me? Like do you get that vibe. I mean, I know he’s completely out of my league. He’s smart and charming and worldly. I’m just some random chick that happened to become friends with the cool kids if you will.” “Don’t sell yourself short. You deserve the best! And Namjoon is the best in this God forsaken city so you go get your man girl!” Your friend immediately starts laughing and you can’t help but join in. “You are super drunk!” “Are we expecting company?” You ask looking past her. She spins around, “Not that I am aware of.”

Your jaw drops as Namjoon approaches from the house. “Shit, girl. Act natural.” You whisper to your BFF, who’s face is turning a gorgeous crimson. “Sorry to interrupt ladies! I had assumed you would be alone.” Namjoon says directly to your friend. “Nope, no, not a problem. Please join us Joon.” You slap your hand on the blanket laid out on the grass underneath you. He chuckles. “Not to be rude, I was hoping that I could speak to your friend alone?” Your BFF gasps as you try but can’t hide the shock on your face. “Of course, yeah. Um, Is Bear still here? Maybe he can drive me back home. I am in no condition to drive myself.” You respond, shaking the Vodka bottle at him. He laughs and nods. “I can definitely arrange that for you,” He turns and reaches his hand out to your BFF, “Will you do me the honor and join me inside for a night cap and some conversation?” Your BFF nods at him, shock and lust gracing her face. “Hey girl, drive my car back to my place tomorrow?” You ask. She looks over to you and nods as she makes her way to the house. “You ok?” Namjoon asks, holding his hand out to help you stand. “No but I think I will be.” You stand and then pull him into a hug. He squeezes you tightly. “Yeah, you will be. You’re strong like that.” “Hey, Joon, is Yoongi ok?” He gives you a tight-lipped smile. “No, but I think he will be.” You nod. “Be good to her. She really likes you and she deserves to be treated like a queen!” You point at him with warning. Namjoon smiles wide, adjusting his eyes to see you better. “I wouldn’t have it any other way Y/N.” He looks down at his phone and then up at you. “Bear is out front. Get home safe. Promise I’ll take good care of her.” You hug him again and make your way out to meet your ride.

MIN:

“Be quiet. Your mother will freak if she sees you like this.” Yoongi strains, trying to keep a drunken Jin upright on the steps to their house. “She can be very overbearing, but she is a good mother Yoongi. I wish she could love you like she loves me. You deserve to know a mothers love.” Yoongi scoffs at the comment. “My mother wasn’t always how she is now Jin. She loved me once and in her strange way still loves me now.” He responds, leaning Jin against the house to retrieve his keys. He quietly unlocks the front door. “Shh.” Jin says to Yoongi, pressing a slender finger to his full lips. Yoongi throws Jin’s arm around his shoulder and helps him into the house. “That Jess girl really was nice, I might call her again. How was Lisa? Did you like her?” Yoongi shakes his head. “I think I’m good for a while.” Jin laughs quietly at Yoongi’s comment. “Animal! What have you done to my son?” The lights go on in the living room and both Jin and Yoongi find themselves looking up in shock at Lee An. “Mother, we are fine. Yoongi threw me a party. It was wonderful. We had a great time!” “You smell like a whorehouse! I knew I never should have let you hang around with this heathen!” “Stop it mother. I am not a child! Yoongi did a nice thing for me. You are always putting him down and I have had it!” Jin shouts. “Is that so?” Yoongi’s father appears from the hall. Jin swallows hard. “Sir.” Jin bows. “Is that any way to talk to your mother?” Jin drops his head in shame. “No sir. I apologize. I just got frustrated is all.” Jin explains. Yoongi’s father rests his hand on Jin’s shoulder. “Understandable. Why you are just being a proud hyung and defending your brother. Who can ever fault you for that?” Jin continues to look down. Yoongi’s father removes his hand from Jin’s shoulder and turns to face Yoongi, who immediately stands tall. “You should be honored Yoongi.” “He should be punished.” Lee An chimes in. Jin whips his head in the direction of his mother.

Yoongi takes in a deep breath as his father approaches him. “Sir, please, we did nothing wrong.” Jin pleads. “It’s ok Jin.” Yoongi murmurs. His father smirks. “You are almost enthusiastic for punishment son.” “Why fight the inevitable?” Yoongi’s father hums in agreement, turning to face Jin and Lee An for a moment, nodding briefly at a snarling Lee An. He spins suddenly and quickly, punching Yoongi in the stomach. The wind knocks right out of Yoongi’s lungs as he drops to his knees with a strained gasp. “Don’t.” Jin shouts, moving towards Yoongi. Yoongi’s father shoves him back hard, causing Jin to fall on his ass. “Don’t touch my son!” Lee An yells. Yoongi slowly regains his breath but only for a moment as his father kicks him in the ribs. He cries out in pain, rolling onto his side. “Get up!” His father shouts, grabbing him from the top of his head. Yoongi claws at his hand, fearing he will yank out the hair from his roots. His father releases him. He gains his bearings and stands upright on his feet. “Stop this now!” Jin shakes free from his mother’s grasp to intervene, only to be met with the back of Yoongi’s fathers’ hand. “Jin! Stay back.” Yoongi strains. He turns to face his father and reason with him. “Father…” His words are cut off by the intense humming in his head from being struck in the temple by his father’s heavy fist. He stumbles back but remains on his feet. “Do you wish to fight me son? I can see the anger in your eyes. That burning, you wish to strike me, don’t you? Well, come on.” His father moves close to him. Yoongi does not respond nor does he move but instead he drops his hands to his sides. They stare at one another for what feels like forever. Yoongi pants heavily, still struggling to breathe. “Please sir, just stop this now.” Jin calls out to Yoongi’s father. “You will never understand just how much I love you son, until you yourself become a father.” Yoongi’s father explains. “I don’t ever want to love someone the way you have loved me.” Yoongi responds plainly. His father smirks with a nod, striking Yoongi square in the mouth.

Y/N:

Your father was out of town on a business trip and you hated being alone in the house. It just felt empty and hollow without anyone around. You shuffled about in your oversized shirt and fluffy slippers, looking aimlessly for something to occupy your time. It had just started pouring out and you were instantly happy not to be at the lake. The rains usually brought in intense winds when on the lake and it made you nervous that a tree would fall over. You stood in your kitchen snacking on a granola bar, listening to the rain hit the roof, when a desperate slamming on your door caused you to shriek loudly into your empty home. Your heartbeat quickly in your chest and you wondered if you should even answer it. The knocking came again this time more intense than the last. You shuffle over to the door and press your ear against the cold metal. “Who is it?” You shout as bravely as possible. There is no answer, and you can’t help but think of every horror movie ever, where the dumb girl dies after asking who is at the door. “I have a big knife.” You call out now. Still no answer and now you panic wondering if the person on the other end has a gun. “Please go away. I’m calling the police!” You yell. “Y/N,” You hear from the other side, “Please, open the door. I didn’t mean to scare you.” You remove your ear from the door, your brows high in confusion. You yank the door open and gasp at the sight before you. “Oh my god, Yoongi, what happened to you?” You shake trying to grab a hold of a bruised and bloody Yoongi. You frantically look over his bloody nose, lip, and bruise forming under his left eye, unsure of if you should ask what happened. He takes notice of your alarm.

“Do I look so horrible?” He asks, leaning his weight on you. He smells of liquor and winces as you wrap your arm around his waist. “No, I just, are you ok? Did you drive here yourself?” He nods, walking over with you to the kitchen. “You could’ve killed someone.” You hiss, dropping him into a stool and rushing to grab ice and a wet wash cloth. “I needed to see you.” He confesses, stopping you in your tracks. “I thought you hated me.” You bring the ice over and place it on his eye while cleaning the blood from his face. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I couldn’t stay away any longer. You hurt me like everyone always does but you love me like no one else does.” He shakes his head, and you can see his free eye glisten with his held back tears. “Oh, Yoongi.” You swallow back a sob. “Don’t,” He cuts you off, “I don’t know what this is. I can’t decide right now. I just know that I needed to be with someone who doesn’t hate me.” He explains, allowing an angry tear to fall. You wrap your arms around him, his face buried in your chest. “I don’t care what happens after tonight. I just want to be here for you.” You kiss into the top of his head, allowing him to dig his hands into your hips and pull you closer to him. “Let me draw you a bath. It will make you feel better. Wait here.” You walk off to your room and into your attached bathroom. You sit on the side of the tub and begin to fill it with warm water, bubbles, and bath salts. You go back into your room to grab fresh towels and find Yoongi already undressing. You gasp and shift your eyes down to the floor. You hear him chuckle. “Shy doesn’t suit you baby.” He says, standing before you completely naked. Your eyes water at the sight of fresh bruising forming on his ribs. You feel your face flush as he walks over to you and takes your face in his hand. “Will you join me?” He whispers, rubbing his lips over yours and it takes everything in you to not pull him into a kiss. “If you want me too.” He just nods and walks into the bathroom, shutting off the running water.

You undress quickly and head into the bathroom to find Yoongi submerged up to his nose. You thank the heavens that you convinced your father to get the larger soaking tub installed. He shifts only his eyes over to you which causes you to giggle. He slowly slides his body up and waves for you to join him. You gently enter the tub, being sure not to lean against his battered chest but you are caught by surprise when he tugs you towards him. “Yoongi,” You tense up, “I shouldn’t put pressure on these.” “It’s ok, I just need you close.” He tugs at you again until your back is resting against his chest. You suddenly feel emotional and feel the need to tell him everything you’re thinking. “I’ve missed you so much. I’m so sorry Yoongi. I was so stupid. I need you to know I never had sex with Jimin. I don’t know what he said…” “Please stop talking. Just lay here with me.” He cuts you off, frustration lacing his voice. You release a slow sigh and allow your body to relax into his, laying your head in his neck. He rubs his left hand up your arm until it rests on your shoulder and rest his right hand on your belly. His breathing becomes calm and you wonder if he is falling asleep. After a few moments you nuzzle into his neck causing him to moan. Now knowing he isn’t asleep; you decide to inquire on his evening. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” You whisper. “No.” He clips. You raise your body up off his and straddle him instead, taking his face in your hands. “I am big shit in this city. My father knows so many people. I don’t know what happened or why your dad did this but I swear I can make sure he never touches you again.” He licks over his swollen lip, smirking at you. “Who said it was my father? Besides, I don’t need you to protect me but it makes me feel good to know you would call your daddy if ever I needed saving.” “I’m fucking serious Yoongi. I don’t ever want to see you like this again.” He pushes his back up away from the tub and pulls you into a gentle kiss. You melt into his soft lips, opening your mouth for his warm tongue to tease masterfully against yours. You moan into the kiss, nibbling at his top lip while reaching down to stroke his growing erection as it presses against your belly. “Make me cum brat.” He pants into your mouth.

Min:

Yoongi can’t stop kissing her, her soft mouth on his, driving him wild with need. His heart ached at her valiant attempt to provide him comfort, as if she could really protect him. No one could save him now. He can’t help but let a moan escape when she gently begins to pump his cock beneath the water. A flush of relief washes over his body. “I missed you too.” He admits, hitching his hips up as she gently glides his tip through her folds with every up stroke. He breaks free from her mouth and peppers kisses down her neck until he meets her collar bone, kissing and suckling at her exposed skin leaving a perfect purple mark on her flesh. He needed to claim her, show everyone she belongs to him. She shoves him back against the porcelain tub and begins to pump him faster using just her right hand in long languid strokes, being sure to run her thumb against the flesh on the underside of his sensitive tip. “God, how I’ve missed this cock.” She mewls, using her upper arms to squeeze her tits together. Yoongi takes one of her perky mounds in his hand as she continues her steady pace, dropping her free left hand from Yoongi’s chest down to massage his balls. Yoongi throws his head back against the tub in pure bliss as his body catches fire. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.” He pants as he feels his climax rise up. “I’m gonna cum.” He cries out, calling out her name as long white strands shoot out into the bath water. He is completely out of breath and still hard. He looks up into her lustful eyes, wanting so much more of her. “You really didn’t fuck him?” Yoongi asks, he can’t help himself. He needed to know the truth. She shakes her head frantically. “No. I swear it. I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” Yoongi’s heart flips at her confession. He knew he had no right to ask her, having fooled around with Lisa, albeit it was his attempt at retaliation for what he assumed happened. “Couldn’t stop thinking of me huh?” “No, you’re all I want. I need you, so bad. Please.” She whines. Yoongi’s cock twitches at her desperation for him. “Please what?” He moans, grabbing one of her full tits in his hand again and squeezing. “Please, sir.” He plants a kiss on her lips before they step out of the tub. She grabs a towel, attempting to hand it to him. He tilts his head to the side and instead drop to his knees in front of her. “Yoongi.” Is all that escapes her lips before he yanks her by the ass and brings her to his face. He slowly licks a long trail through her folds from her taint to her clit. Her moans echo through the bathroom while Yoongi buries his face deeper within her sopping cunt.

He places her right leg onto his shoulder while resting her plump ass on the side of the tub. He begins to suck on her full folds slowly, loving the soft mewls that escape her as he carefully takes each one between his lips. He swears she’s the most delicious woman he’s ever tasted. She bucks forward with a gasp as he wraps his mouth around her clit, sucking on it hard, becoming intoxicated on her scent and taste. She whines lustfully as he releases her sweet bud, moving down to her entrance. He looks up at her to catch a glimpse of her biting her lower lip as he begins to slowly fuck her with his tongue. He dives in and out of her, lapping up her arousal with lurid slurps and moans. She tangles her hands in his hair, alternating between calling his name out and cursing. When he feels her juices trail along his chin he moves back up to her swollen bud, taking it into his mouth again, sucking and licking in circles, driving her wild. He feels her inner thighs tremble and he knows she’s close. He lifts his right hand up and moistens two fingers with her lust before sliding them into her soaked cunt. She cries out from deep in her throat and Yoongi can feel his cock get harder than it’s ever been. “Whose needy cunt is this?” He asks between laps. “Fuck, it’s yours, it’s fucking yours sir.” She says out of breath, grinding into Yoongi’s face. He curls his two fingers up rubbing against that sweet spongy spot deep inside of her, and he can feel her walls begin to clench around him. “Say my name.” He pants. “Yoongi, fuck, Yoongi, I, I’m, fuck……Ahh.” She shrieks into the room. Her walls quivering, legs shaking, and breathing labored as Yoongi continues to lap at her cunt, riding her through her climax. “I can’t, it’s too much.” She gasps her body trembling. “Who’s pussy is this?” Yoongi asks continuing to lick at her overstimulated bud. “Yours, God, please, it’s yours.” Yoongi finally releases her, pleased with her response. He moves his mouth down, trailing kisses along her inner thigh before placing another purple mark, this time on the center of her inner thigh. She sucks in a breath watching Yoongi work. He slowly removes his mouth from her thigh, observing his handy work with a smile, and slowly stands, pulling her into a kiss. She runs her hand over his cock and he hums in approval. “I want you inside me.” She slowly strokes him, pushing him towards her bed. “I need to feel you deep inside me.”

Y/N:

He smirks suggestively as you push him closer and closer to your bed. He yanks you by your neck into another desperate kiss once you arrive at your destination. You get lost in this kiss however, it’s tender and gentle, so unlike him. He spins you slowly, switching places with you. He takes your bottom in his large hands, lifting you onto the edge of the bed. He trails kisses down your neck, taking your erect nipple into his mouth, hungrily sucking and nibbling on it. He releases with a quiet pop and gently guides you to lay on your back while he aligns himself between your thighs. He drags your body down by the backs of your thighs towards his drooling tip, wrapping your legs around his waist. “My God, Yoongi.” You cry out feeling his swollen head glide between your folds. “Please don’t tease me.” You mewl, pushing your hips forward. He slowly pushes into your entrance. His mouth falls open and your eyes roll back as he slowly adds inch by inch of his cock into you. “So, fucking, tight.” He growls, taking a moment once he bottoms out to allow you to adjust to his size. You buck your hips impatiently and he nods pulling out all the way to his tip and slowly entering you again, stretching you in the best way possible. “No one fills me like you!” You praise. Yoongi hums and begins to slide in and out of you at a methodically slow pace, his mouth wide, you can see he’s savoring every stroke. Still, you can’t help but lift your hips to meet his torturous thrusts. He grasps your waist to still you and continues to roll his hips upwards, releasing a sobbed moan into your room. “You feel so good Yoongi, please, fuck me harder, faster.” He smiles seductively, taking you by the back of the neck and pulling you up so you’re face to face with him, his cock pushing further inside you. “I don’t want to fuck you tonight,” He whispers into your ear, extending his hands down your back, and taking your ass into his large palms. He lifts you off the bed slightly and begins to glide you across his cock, still keeping with his original rhythm. You whimper into his neck feeling your core tighten as your clit rubs against his shaft. “God, Yoongi, feels so good.” You pant into his neck. Yoongi lifts you fully and climbs atop the bed, lying you on your back once more and repositioning himself between your thighs. He takes you in a full deep kiss, swirling his tongue around yours. “Ready to cum baby?” He moans softly, grinding against your G-spot. “Yes please sir. I want to cum all over your cock.” You mewl as he begins to hasten his pace, dropping a hand between you both to twirl circles against your clit. He drives himself harder into you, his tip pressing into your cervix. Your core ignites, as you feel that coil deep inside you tighten and suddenly explode. “Fuck Yoongi, I’m cumming.” You cry out as white-hot waves crash over you causing you to clench your pussy tightly around Yoongi. He releases an animal like moan into your neck, his pace becoming sloppy. “Fuck! Me too baby.” Yoongi cries out and you can feel his cock twitching inside of you, filling you to the brim with his hot seed. He continues to thrust through his climax, taking your mouth into a ravenous kiss. You moan lustfully, feeling the slickness of his cum dripping down from your cunt and onto your sheets. He releases you from the kiss, out of breath and looks you over, making no attempt to remove himself from inside you. He presses his forehead against yours and you glide your hands down his back. “Yoongi,” You whisper, running your hands back up his back and into his hair. “Yeah baby?” “I love you.” Your voice cracks at your confession.

MIN:

Yoongi sighs deeply, planting a kiss on her cheek. He wanted so badly to say those words back to her. He felt his heart swell as she looked at him longingly, seeing the truth of those words in her eyes. He swallows down the large lump in his throat and slowly pulls out of her. He makes his way into the bathroom to grab a towel. He brings it back to her and begins to clean her up. He can feel the tension fill the room as she stares at him nervously. “Yoongi.” She whispers. “I should go.” He declares once she’s clean. “Please don’t. I shouldn’t have said that. I meant what I said about wanting to be here for you. I’m sorry.” “No, don’t be sorry. It’s just, I’m just, I’m fucked up Y/N. I’m no good. You shouldn’t want to love me.” She pulls Yoongi towards her until he is forced to stretch his body out on the bed. She cuddles into his side, head resting on his chest, Yoongi feels so at ease with her so why on earth couldn’t he just say the words? After the blow-up with his father, Yoongi drank himself stupid until his head was running a million miles a minute. It wasn’t until you came across his mind that he felt his thoughts ease and he decided he needed to see you. How long had it been, he wondered? Two months? Two months too long. A soft kiss on his bruised ribs jolts him from his head. “Penny for your thoughts.” She lifts her head to look up at him. He strokes her cheek gently, taking in her beauty. “You are mine and I am yours. Do you remember me saying that to you?” He asks, reminding her of the first thing he ever told her the first time they were intimate. She nods. “I meant those words then and I mean them more now. I can’t be without you and I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you. Seeing you kiss your ex brought up so many different emotions. Betrayal is the one that initially comes to mind. Then, meeting him and hearing him say you’d been together. I wanted to kill him over just the thought that he had his hands all over you,” Yoongi slides his body up so he’s resting his back on her headboard and she has no choice but to sit up and face him, “It may seem odd to you based off of my demeanor but I don’t cheat. If I make a commitment to you then I keep that commitment but if you burn me, I can promise, you and I are done. You burned me Y/N and even still I’m having a hard time forgetting you. I think that’s the worst part of this.” Yoongi looks her over, she’s deep in thought. “So, how do we move past this? I want to make it better.” She says. “I need you to be honest with me, always. Do I have anything to worry about with your ex? Is there any truth to what he’s saying? I mean why would you kiss him in the first place?” Yoongi had so many questions, questions he could see were making Y/N uncomfortable.

She shifted her body so she was closer to his. “I want to say that I needed some sort of closure but that would be a lie. I’m just stupid. I am so used to fucking up and still getting my way that it didn’t occur to me that my actions would affect you. The truth is no one has ever been able to make me feel and think about anyone other than myself until I met you. Now I find myself wanting nothing more than to be around you and please you. I fucked up Yoongi and I am so fucking sorry. I don’t want to lose you. I swear nothing more than that kiss happened and nothing will ever happen again. I am yours and you are mine.” She shrugs. Yoongi furrows his brow, searching her face for any doubt. “Come here.” Yoongi says as he leans in and plants a kiss on her lips. She practically melts into him. “Don’t betray me again brat.” He whispers into her lips. “I won’t. I promise.” Yoongi claims her mouth again, this time slower, filling it with his emotions. She moans softly. Once they part, he looks over her face, his heart racing, nerves taking over. “I love you too.” He confesses, feeling a heavy weight lifted from his shoulders.

Y/N:

You wake up feeling the best you ever have, rolling over to find a snoozing Yoongi beside you. After his confession last night, you both kissed until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. “Yoongi, I love you.” You whisper. Yoongi mumbles whilst rolling onto his back, sighing deeply, clearly still asleep. You kiss his cheek gently and climb out of bed, checking your phone. You find a message from your BFF. “On the way with your ride.” “Shit.” You whisper, checking the time to see an hour has passed since she sent the message. You hop in the shower and dress in shorts and an oversized sweater, pondering on how you can convince Yoongi to stay in all day with you. When you emerge from the bathroom you find Yoongi still fast asleep. You smile to yourself at the thought of him being this comfortable with you. Suddenly the doorbell rings and you jump up at the sound. Yoongi only sighs again. He must be extremely exhausted after the night he had; you think to yourself. You head out of your room to answer the door. “Hey bitch!” Your best friend smiles brightly at you. “Hey yourself.” You whisper. She pushes past you and you quickly trail behind her. “Here are your car keys, I can’t stay too long Joon is outside waiting to drive me home. How was your night? I know you hate the rain.” She looks you over suspiciously. “It was good. Quiet you know. How about yours? Did you and Joon…you know?” You raise and shimmy your brows at her. She giggles nervously before nodding hard. “Holy shit girl! About damn time! How was it?” “Amazing! He’s gently and kind and strong if you know what I mean.” She laughs. “Ew, TMI!” “Well anyway, it was a great night. I’m sorry our girls night got interrupted though. I’ll make it up to you another night. How about later?” “Uh, I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow, I might just stay in today.” “Girl, you cannot lay in bed crying over this Min boy nonsense. Besides, he wouldn’t let Jimin eating you out bother him if he knew you didn’t even cum. He would probably be overjoyed at the thought. Men and their egos you know.” She rolls her eyes as you both hear rustling from down the hall. Your heart drops. “What was that? Is your dad home?” She covers her mouth nervously. You swallow hard but try to laugh it off. “No, he’s gone till next week. I forgot to put some clothes away after I washed them, they probably toppled over. Anyways, you should get going before Joon freaks.” She nods in response and pulls you into a hug. “Call me later if your bored.” “I will.” You walk her out and head nervously back to your room.

As you enter you find the bed empty, “Yoongi.“ You call out before being pulled by the hair into a hard kiss. Yoongi shoves you back towards your vanity, lifting you off your feet and sitting you atop it. You moan into his mouth, your hands finding their home in his hair whilst his hands grip your hips. He drags your aching core up and down his growing erection, moving his wet open mouth kisses down your jaw and neck. “Fuck Yoongi, I want you so bad.” You whine, raking your nails down his back. He bites down hard into the soft flesh of your neck causing you to cry out, your cotton thong sticking to your moist cunt. You reach down and rub at his cock through his briefs. “I want to suck your cock.” You whisper in his ear. Yoongi says nothing, he just grabs a fist full of your hair again and yanks your head back, suckling at your exposed neck. You pant and moan loudly as Yoongi slides his hand up your short leg and rubs at your clothed center. “Please don’t tease me.” You beg, hitching your hips forward. Yoongi just smirks, still gripping your hair tightly. He carefully slides your cotton barrier to the side and glides his middle finger between your slit, coating it in your juices. He brings it up to his lips but before he inserts it in his mouth, he looks over to you lustfully. “Open.” You pant desperately and do as your told. He waste no time shoving his soaked finger in your mouth, allowing you time to suck your own juices from his finger. He grips your face with his remaining free fingers, causing the one in your mouth to glide dangerously close to the back of your throat. You take a deep breath to calm your gag reflex. He releases his grip on your hair and pulls your face towards him, “See how sweet your cunt taste? It’s no wonder all the men in this shit city want a piece of you.” Your eyes go wide and your heart races as you wonder if he overheard your conversation with your BFF. He pulls his hand from your face. “Yoongi…” You start before he quickly shoves two fingers inside your sopping pussy. You gasp at the feeling of pleasure that courses through you and immediately forget what it was you wanted to say. Yoongi curls his fingers inside you, stealing the moan that escapes your mouth with an aggressive kiss. He expertly fucks your cunt, his fingers moving in and out of you at a toe curling speed. The lurid sounds of your moisture and moans filling the room. “My greedy little brat loves getting finger fucked huh?” Yoongi grunts, wrapping his free hand around your throat. “Yes, fuck, God. Yes!” “Yes what?” “Yes sir! Fuck, yes sir! I fucking love it!” You practically shriek as he applies pressure to your clit with his thumb and you can’t help but grind your hips up with every circular movement he makes on your sensitive bud. You feel your core burn as your climax fast approaches. Yoongi clamps down on your neck causing you to grab his wrist as you pant desperately with your rising orgasm. He stares at you, mouth opened, with lust filled eyes, watching your every reaction. You whimper as your walls clench, “Fuck, sir, I’m gonna cum.” Yoongi smirks, pulling his fingers from you abruptly. You try to raise your body up in protest but he keeps you down with his tighten grip on your throat. He yanks your short leg and thong to the side again shoving his cock into you without warning. You cry out at the burning mix of pain and pleasure.

He yanks you forward into a painful kiss, your teeth clashing with his. You attempt to speak but Yoongi’s forceful thrust keep your head too dizzy to forms coherent sentences. “Does my brat like getting fucked stupid?” Yoongi growls between clenched teeth into your ear. You can only mewl and whimper, choosing to show your satisfaction by thrusting your hips forward to meet his. “I’m gonna cum into this needy cunt.” He whispers into your ear and you nod frantically, dying to feel his cock twitch inside you. You lower your hand from his wrist to attempt to rub your swollen clit but Yoongi uses his free hand to stop you, crying out as he fills your cunt with his hot seed. You clench around him, whining and thrusting trying to build up your high while Yoongi rides out his. “Don’t stop.” You plead. Yoongi releases your hand and you immediately drop it down to your needy bud, rubbing frantically as Yoongi continues to thrust into you. “Yes, fuck yes, don’t stop, I’m right there. God.” You cry out as your walls tremble. Yoongi kisses you hard and yanks his member from your aching walls. “What the fuck!?” You shout, swatting at Yoongi who steps back and begins dressing. “Tell me brat, is that what it felt like when Jimin left you wanting? Or do I do it better?” Your jaw drops as you watch him finish dressing. “Yoongi, you don’t understand.” You begin, sliding off the vanity. “That you’re a liar? No, I get that part. See, Y/N, I’ve been surrounded by liars my whole life. It’s no surprise to me that you’re one too.” “I didn’t want to hurt you Yoongi. It was insignificant.” He huffs at your comment, standing as he finishes lacing his shoes. “Am I insignificant as well?” He cocks his head to the side. “No, I love you. Jimin means nothing to me.” He nods and moves towards the door. Your heart seizes at the sight. “Please don’t leave!” You yank at his arm. He pulls his arm from your grasp. “On your knees brat!” He shouts and immediately you do as your told, tears streaming down your face. “Yoongi, please don’t leave like this. I’m sorry.” He walks over to you, pulling your face up by your chin. “My gorgeous brat,” He whispers, rubbing your wet cheek, allowing you to lean into his hand, “Keep testing and pushing my love because in the end, you will submit. I’ve made the mistake in thinking I could let my guard down but that was just me being foolish. I know what my spoiled little brat needs.” He grips your hair and yanks your head back, rubbing his lips across yours. “She needs to be punished. Craves it even.” He whispers before kissing you deeply. “Yoongi please, I’m sorry, I love you.” “I will forgive you for lying in exactly two weeks’ time. Let’s call it a cooling period. A time for reflection. Until then, you’ll be a good girl for me, wont you?” He looks over you lovingly and you can’t help but nod in response, wanting so bad to please him. He kisses you again. “See you then brat. You can stand when I’m gone.” He releases you and walks out, slamming the door behind him. You cup your aching cunt and drop to the floor, groaning in defeat, knowing Yoongi was right. You would always push but in the end you would always submit.

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A Dangerous Game

part 24

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Hello darlings! I will promptly be back to working on school, but I had this in drafts, and I thought I’d release it today (cheesecake factory cheesecake put me in a good mood so why not). It’s a little short, but enjoy! Thanks so much for the support! Be sure to check out the teaser moodboards for the upcoming fics and let me know which one you’d like to see first!--- chaotic puff

Y/N was extremely relieved to see Jungkook. She would have gotten up to give the younger man a hug, but Jin had very firmly ordered her to remain seated on the sofa as he hooked her into a new saline bag. No one was particularly keen on her moving. She’d given the entire estate a scare remaining asleep for so long.

“Noona!” He grinned coming to sit next to her on the couch. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, Kookie.” She smiled tiredly at him gently grasping his hand in hers. “Just tired.”

Jin scoffed hanging up the saline bag. “You were asleep for three days and catatonic for almost two before that. How can you still be tired?”

“Don’t be mean to noona.” Jungkook whined moving to lie down on the sofa cuddling himself into her side, displacing Moni and enjoying the way she carded her fingers through his hair as he made himself comfortable.

“What!” Jin squawked.

“Noona hasn’t been feeling well. You can’t be mean to her.” He pouted before smiling up at her with that charming bunny smile of his and a playful wink. “I missed you noona.”

“I missed you too, Kookie.”

“Why didn’t Jin hyung take better care of you while I was away?” He pouted throwing a playful glare at the older man. “He was supposed to keep an eye on you. For shame, hyung.”

“Yah!”

“And I heard you gave Jimin hyung a nasty bump on the head.” He laughed ignoring the indignant protests from the doctor.

“I never did ask you if he was okay.” She turned tired eyes up to Jin. “I didn’t hurt him too badly did I?”

Jin smiled gently perching himself on the armrest and gently ruffling her hair. “He’ll be fine. He’s got a hard head.”

“That’s good.” She sighed in relief allowing herself to relax back into the cushions again.

“I’ll leave you two alone. You keep an eye on her, Kook. Don’t let her move around too much.”

“You got it, hyung!”

“And don’t let her sleep! She needs to stay awake for a while yet.”

The two settled back into the sofa Jungkook keeping his head on her lap letting her play with his hair. Moni had settled himself on the ground in front of them unwilling to stray too far from her side. No one had been able to get the dog away for more than a short interval ever since she had come back from the meeting with GOT7. After some whining from Jungkook they turned off the drama that Namjoon had put on for her and switched it over to an action movie. It didn’t matter though as she paid very little attention to either of them.

Jungkook was content to lay there with her seemingly innocuous as he kept a sharp eye on her for any signs of fatigue or stress. Namjoon had asked him to keep an eyes on her, and he was determined not to fail his hyung again. He felt guilty for everything that had transpired. If he had managed to stop her from running out of the house, he never would have been sent away. Then Jimin would never have been left in charge of her, and she never would have run away. It was a domino effect that had led to every bad thing that had happened to her in the recent days.

He was grateful that Namjoon had called him back though. He knew how hard everything was on Y/N especially when she had so few friends in the estate. He was determined to do better the second time around, for her sake. She had always been kind to him, despite the fact that Namjoon had assigned him as an over glorified babysitter. She treated him like a brother, and that was not something he was going to take lightly considering everything that had happened with Jackson. She deserved better than that.

“Noona?” He asked after a long while only to receive a tired hum in response. “Noona, I’m sorry.”

“Whatever for?” She asked in confusion.

“If I had been here you never would have gotten in trouble, and Namjoon hyung wouldn’t have to deal with GOT7…”

She sighed affectionately ruffling his hair. “It’s not your fault, Kookie. Sometimes that’s just how things work out. If it’s anyone’s fault its mine.”

Jungkook shot up eyes wide with indignation as he stared at her. “It’s not your fault!”

“If I hadn’t have jumped the wall and called Jackson, none of this would have happened.”

His brow furrowed turning his expression far more serious than she was used to seeing on him. “Jackson was still part of GOT7 whether you called him or not. Eventually he would have called them for help, and JB still probably would have bargained you off to Namjoon hyung for an alliance.”

She turned to him with sad eyes. “You really think so?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “But Namjoon hyung won’t let anything bad happen to you. I won’t let anything happen to you either, noona.”

“You’re a good kid, Kookie.” She placed a hand on his cheek smiling at him affectionately.

“I’m not a kid!” He yelled glaring at her playfully before diving down to attack her with tickles.

“Take it back!”

“No!” She yelled through peals of laughter.

“Say Jungkook is the coolest! Say it!”

That was how Namjoon found them, Junkook sitting on her midriff as she shrieked with laughter begging him to stop.

“What is going on here?”

Jungkook froze turning to face his hyung like a deer caught in the headlights. “Hy-hyung!” He gulped.

“Jungkook?”

The effect of the crime lord’s chilly tone and the menacing line his lips were set in was immediate. Jungkook scrambled to get off of her falling over his own limbs and onto the floor in the effort to move quickly enough to satisfy the other man.

“We were… It isn’t… we were just…. Sorry, hyung.” He hung his head remaining cross legged on the floor.

Namjoon sighed pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “I seem to recall that there were strict orders from Jin not to get her worked up?”

“Sorry, hyung.”

“I’m fine, Namjoon.” She sighed sitting up wincing a little bit as the IV tugged at her arm which did not escape Namjoon’s notice.

“Are you alright?” He asked coming to sit next to her gently checking over her arm to make sure that nothing was out of place. There was a little blood under the adhesive, but that was normal.

“I’m fine.” He huffed checking over the rest of her quickly and adjusting the blanket to sit back over her lap again. “You don’t need to fuss.” She sighed trying to push him away only to be levelled with a stern look.

Of course he needed to fuss over her. She’d been asleep for three days, catatonic for two days before then. A rival gang had come claiming her as their own. She’d tried to run from him. He had every reason to fuss over her. It had been a trying week for the both of them.

He was determined to keep her securely in the estate especially while she was in such a fragile state. He wasn’t going to risk her going into another episode. The waiting had been horrible. She’d lain there still and pale like death for days. It had been one of the worst experiences of her life, not knowing when or if she was going to wake up. He wasn’t going to risk losing her even if it was to her own mind.

“Is he gone?” She asked fiddling with the ring on her finger nervously.

“He’s gone. I had Hoseok escort them out, and make it very clear that they are not welcome at the estate.”

“Have you had a good time with Jungkook?” She hummed tiredly leaning back and patting the cushions of the sofa to call Moni up to her. The fluff ball of a dog happily reclaimed his spot now that Jungkook was on the floor, settling in for his rightful pets and cuddles. “Tired, jagi?” She hummed again. “Jin wanted you to take a walk and eat something more before you slept again. How about we take a walk in the garden, and I’ll have the kitchen fix something light for you. Okay?” “Okay.”

part 25

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Hidden Scars

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Chapter 9

You still don’t know why you’re doing this, but she asked; Miranda woke up that morning, came into your room, and asked.

Willing to keep your part of the unspoken bargain, you agreed. It’s another of her tests, but it’s totally consensual: everyone’s happy. More or less.

You’re tied up to a kitchen chair, inside the vault that kept your prisoner for so long. You’re afraid that this might be doing with you making too much noise - will she get you to scream? - or with the fact that the floor has grates that lead somewhere, which are made especially to get rid of stuff and easing the task of cleaning any eventual mess.

Even if you know that the cable ties around your wrists, secured to the back of your chair, won’t buckle, you pull at them ineffectively, wincing at the dull sounds of the metallic legs squeaking against the grates as the chair jerks with your movements. Your ankles are bound too, leaving you at her mercy, only feignedly protected by your nightshirt and leggings - she’s left you barefoot, so the pattern of the grates is already printing itself on the soles of your feet.

Despite the uncomfortable position, you’re oddly relaxed with her fingers carding through your hair, readjusting them to her likes, away from your face, leaving you even more exposed.

When she seems satisfied, she walks slowly from your peripheral to occupy your whole field of vision and you can’t help feeling the thrill crawling up your spine as you take her in: the leather coat reaching her boots, black gloves of the same material, no make-up and a butterfly clip holding her hair back.

Her blue eyes, incredibly bright under the neons, are boring into you when she reaches into her pocket and fishes out her knife.

Click, shuffle, the blade glimmers for a second. It’s been a while since you’ve seen her holding her knife, probably since she gave you the scar.

Unconsciously, you try to move your shoulder, your muscles protesting at the failed attempt.

Teeth bare, she grins at you. Feral, like always, there’s something comforting in knowing it’s something you’ve agreed on after she asked you. Well, not exactly asked: she informed you and you agreed. But it doesn’t matter now, besides, it’s all worth it to see that faint twitch of pride in her eyes, more evident now that she leans into you, and you hiss slightly at the coldness of her knife when she presses it to your neck. It pricks.

“Let’s start, shall we?” Her voice is like honey and, still, there’s harshness in her words.

She’s playing the villain now, one of her enemies, one of those people belonging to the world she’s trying to get you ready for… and despite you know it’s Miranda, there’s something about her that makes you think she’s playing the part perfectly. Maybe she’s even used to play the monster when she needs it - it wouldn’t have come as a surprise, after all.

Even if you don’t need to, you nod once, granting her the permission she didn’t ask, not this time. You’ve agreed to participate, now that you are here, you cannot decide when and if to stop anymore.

Her gloved fingers are cool when they graze on your cheek.

“A few days ago, you hacked a secret account.” Just like a siren’s call, her sweet voice beckons recent memories.

In a flash, you see yourself typing strings of codes, your body shaking as you sweat profusely, your body balanced between pleasure and pain while your mind struggles to keep focused. Miranda is everywhere inside you, cruel with her actions and merciful with her words as she praises you for the good work you’re doing. After what looks like an eternity, you can fulfill the task, pass her test: the account has been successfully hacked, you changed the password and it’s now yours to do as you like. You remember that moment, when she allowed you to take your reward. You remember that password as she made you chant it over and over again until all the waves subdued.

Miranda taps her fingers on your cheek. It’s not a proper slap, but the leather makes a strange noise against your skin and your face starts to sting in anticipation, just as if she’s struck you for real already.

“I want to know the password.” She demands.

Drawing a small breath, you raise your chin and shake your head.

This time, the slap comes loud and clear. It stings on your cheek and echoes through your ears; out of instinct, you tug at your restriction to press a palm on your cheek to soothe the pain, but it’s useless, since your hands are bound.

Miranda askes again, but you don’t falter. You shut your eyes tight when tears start to gather in your eyes after the fourth - or the fifth? - slap. Honestly, you’ve lost count, the throb webbing in your body, the muscles in your neck plucked for the sudden jerks of your head being forced to abruptly turn right and left, sometimes even in rapid succession when she strikes you twice.

The knife has remained a phony threat against your throat. She presses in while you breathe hard, your whole face aflame, scratches your skin, and then retrieves it.

When you dare to crack an eye open, she’s hovering above you, a smirk on her lips. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say she’s impressed, but you wouldn’t go that far - maybe pleased might be the closest definition.

Her gloved thumbs run across your cheekbones gathering the moisture at the corner of your eyes and, when she withdraws, she hums, rubbing her finger together until all the remains of your tears have completely evaporated.

Miranda straightens her back, her blue eyes never leaving yours.

Click, shuffle, she puts her knife back into her pocket.

From her other pocket, she fishes out something else: a small object that has your frown as you try to understand what it is. Gracefully, she holds it between her thumb and middle fingers in front of your eyes to let you look.

“You know what it is?”

Swallowing, you nod unevenly, your mind running wild as you try to guess what is she going to do with that rather than what it is. Your head is startling blank.

“It’s, uh, a nine-volt battery?”

Miranda bares her teeth into an appreciative grin.

“Good girl.” She praises, and the mirth in her voice has the power to make a shiver crawl up your spine and, at the same time, an improper heat pool low in your stomach. “Except that it isn’t.”

She throws the little object in the air and catches it in her fist, hiding it from your sight when she starts to pace around you, her boots making noise against the grates on the floor.

“This is not a common nine-volt battery, you see? This one is more fun.” She snaps her teeth dangerously close to your ear, making you jerk. When she returns, towering and dangerous when she stands in front of you, she’s holding again the battery between her fingers, fidgeting with it without much care, and yet, all your attention is drawn to it.

When she stops and stares down at you, the intensity of those blue eyes makes all the blood drain from your body. Miranda leans into you, her warm breath tickling your lips.

“Stick out your tongue for me now, would you?”

Your lips part by their own volition.

Your gaze helplessly locked in hers, your timidly push your tongue past the crack of your mouth, and even before you try to brace yourself and get ready for the incoming pain, your eyes are tightly shut.

“Fuck!” You shout behind clenched teeth, the electrical discharge running through your body like billions of sharp needles pulling at every muscle, plucking every tendon until you’re a shuddering mess.

It lasts a few instants, but it’s enough to leave you panting and exhausted, all your body growing heavy and falling limp into the chair when the tension ebbs away.

“What is the password.” She asks again, her voice low, controlled.

For a split second, the idea of just revealing to her the sequence of numbers and codes crosses your mind, but when would your promises go? Where would your pride go? You would be weak to her eyes as well as your own: this is part of her training, something you agreed on, and it’s your duty to indulge her.

The delay, however, is not at all welcomed: b efore you can even think about her next move, her hand wraps around your throat and squeezes, the sudden movement forcing you to open your mouth into a silent cry, and your tongue, in a natural reflex, falls out and into the battery clip.

Miranda knows when to release your neck and massage the soreness away with her leather glove; she knows for how much time she needs to let go in order to let you regain enough air in your lungs to play with you more, squeezing against your windpipes to have your tongue exposed and vulnerable and at her mercy as she pleases. Miranda keeps asking for the password, and despite the pain coursing through your body, despite the confusion settling in your brain, you’re determined not to tell her anything.

It’s difficult. There are tears streaming incessantly down your face now, gathering on your chin, big drops falling into your lap as you squirm and whine. At every electrical discharge, you think about just saying something, if only to make her stop, or to have a break - perhaps only a number, or a letter, if the first one is in capital or not - but just when you’re about to say something, you bite the inside of your own cheek, remind yourself to be strong.

And yet, for how long? Miranda is not tired, you can see by the shimmer in her eyes she’s almost enjoying this game, the sadist in her delighting in your suffering while she deliberately tortures you in the name of some sick experiment that needs to pass as training.

You’re about to break. Your tongue has gone numb by now, and it still hurts: the pain spreading into your head, your chest, the furthest parts of your body.

“Oh, no need to cry.” Her voice is saccharine when she talks to you and tuts soothingly, her smile broad and all mirth when she wipes your cheeks with the back of her hand, the leather rough against your skin.

You draw a shaky breath, your eyes dropping on the altered battery still gripped between her fingers. Miranda softens her expression now, but you know better than to believe she’s about to show any mercy: if anything, now that you’re close to giving in, she’ll only make things more interesting, toying deliberately with your strained brain.

“Let’s try with something simple then, shall we?” She straightens her back, her free hand resting on her hip as she watches you.

The hand that holds the battery swings almost carelessly by her side, but you know what’s there, you know the threat, you know the pain it can cause, when held between her fingers.

When she lifts her eyebrows questioningly, you know she’s waiting for an answer. Maybe just to check if you’re still receptive, maybe to make you think she’s really trying to be merciful - is she?

Not trusting your voice, you decide to nod, but a small whimper escapes your lips anyway.

“The name of the previous owner of that account.”

Your frown, wondering if she’s really asking you to reveal her own name. Of course, she’s playing someone else right now, but the request still has you puzzled: something’s not right.

“It’s harmless information, you can tell that to spare you some pain- to give yourself a break.”

It is part of the training? Is she testing your strength? Is she teaching you something really useful? There’s no way to tell for sure. You could try with some fake information?

“Come on, spill it.” Miranda urges and you swallow sand when you see her fiddling nervously with the battery, making it spin around her gloved fingers without looking, as a croupier would to with a coin or a fiche, as she uses to play with her knife - a constant threat, a constant game, impossible to tell the difference between the two. “How bad can it be?”

She’s insisting too much, so you decide it’s a test. She’s pushing and pushing hoping to see you crack. Clenching your jaw, you shake your head.

“I- won't.” You croak, your throat sore like the rest of your body, and incredibly dry.

She stops fidgeting with the battery abruptly. Her eyes are narrowed, the tip of her tongue resting on the upper row of her teeth as if she’s debating something with herself; then, she smiles, a grin that it’s all teeth and sick delight as her eyes glimmer and bear into you.

“You hesitated.” She states, and she makes it sound like it’s a good thing, like she’s glad that you did.

“I did not!” You protest, grimacing when the slight raise of your voice, the urgency in it, reminds you of the soreness that has settled there.

“You did.” She insists. “You thought about saying something.”

You struggle to swallow, you struggle to even breathe. It’s upsetting, to say the least, how she seems to be aware of everything that’s going on out and inside of you, even before you’ve made peace with your brain and decided what to do. Miranda is always ahead, she’s always prepared: like the most skilled poker player, she knows exactly where and how to strike.

There’s no room for hiding.

“I- maybe I’d told a lie.” You confess, wondering if she’ll accept your idea well.

Miranda stared down at you, unwavering; maybe she’ll strike, maybe she’ll nod and have mercy, after all, for not revealing anything secret nor potentially dangerous.

“And you would be such a good girl, right? Not telling the bad guy any truth.” Miranda almost coos as she talks and you barely register her digging her free hand into the pocket, because she’s walking toward you, deliberately slow and, at the same pace, she lowers herself down to her knee, settling herself right in between your bound ankles.

Her knife is out and open and ready to cut before you even have the chance to register the blade shining at the neon lights. It hooks at the collar of your shirt and tears the fabric apart as if it were butter.

Helplessly exposed, painfully vulnerable, you heave a shuddering breath when you take in her predatory gaze, the black of her pupils almost completely engulfing the blue. You can’t decide whether it’s the thrill of lust because she’s about to bestow a reward, or the rush of incoming violence because she’s about to bestow a punishment, instead.

The knife has disappeared again in one pocket, and you presume the battery has disappeared into the other when you feel her gloved hands gripping your knees with a bruising force. Miranda heaves herself up, closer to you, and the hot breath coming from her parted mouth crashes against the bare skin of your chest rhythmically.

When her mouth latches harshly at one of your breasts, your eyes roll backward, your brain glitching under the swirly movements of her tongue over your nipple, teeth tugging until you’re a quivering mess under her ministrations.

She leaves you pert and slick, totally unsatiated, and makes no effort to clean your skin of her wet assault when she releases you with a mischievous grin.

Miranda licks her lips when she draws slightly back, blue eyes staring into yours.

“Thing is, a lie is still something, m’eudail.”

Before your breath has returned to normal, she flashes her teeth and, without you noticing until it’s too late, she’s digging her hand into her pocket again.

Before you can connect the dots, she’s pulling up the battery for you to see.

Miranda doesn’t inch to your mouth, this time: her hungry eyes drop to your exposed chest, staring at the glistening moisture almost dripping down your pebbled, neglected nipple.

You gape at her, draw a small intake of breath and hold it in, but of course, it’s too late and you can only prepare for the searing pain. It comes quickly, has your eyes rolling in the back of your head almost immediately before everything turns black.

It’s been a couple of hours now since she’s put you on her bed, face down, the cool sheets soothing against your abused chest.

Over the quilt, Miranda lays by your side with her ankles crossed, still fully dressed in her coat and boots, but has tugged her gloves with her teeth and discarded them somewhere on the floor. Almost carelessly, she’s grazing her blunt nails over the scar on your shoulder that bears the initial of her name.

You look up at her questioningly, your neck protesting from the awkward angle as you peer from above your shoulder.

Miranda smiles; it’s a genuine, almost fond one and it’s been a while since she’s shown you a similar one.

“I’m proud of you.” She says.

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15 Best PlayStation One RPGs Ever Made

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In our look at the best Super Nintendo RPGs ever, we mentioned that the SNES is arguably the greatest RPG console in video game history. Well, if there is a console that makes that discussion an argument, it would have to be the PlayStation One.

With a lot of help from Square, Sony quickly established the PlayStation as not just the home of incredible RPG experiences but as a console that was capable of effectively convincing people who previously had no real interest in RPGs that they absolutely needed to devote 50+ hours of their life to the next gaming epic. That sudden rise in genre popularity inspired some of the industry’s greatest RPG developers to try to outdo each other creatively and commercially.

The result was a classic collection of role-playing experiences that still rank comfortably among the absolute best ever made. With due respect to the 20+ other games that deserve to be on this list, these are the 15 best PS1 RPGs ever made.

15. The Legend of Dragoon

The Legend of Dragoon’s legacy has only grown since the game’s late 1999 release, and it’s not hard to see why. While this game was initially criticized for not living up to the standards of some of the other PS1 RPGs we’ll soon be talking about, time has been kind to the various things this game does so very well.

The Legend of Dragoon makes up for its slow story with an incredible combat system that emphasizes an almost QTE-like mechanic that helps ensure you’re rarely simply watching a battle play out. This RPG’s character transformation mechanic is also one of those brilliant gameplay concepts that should have been copied many times since this game’s release. There’s also always been something special about the fact that Legend of Dragoon‘s ambitious CGI cutscenes ensured this epic spanned four PS1 discs.

14. Wild Arms

Wild Arms is another one of those PS1 RPGs that were initially overshadowed by some of the all-time classic games it had to compete against, but the thing that stood out about this title at the time is the thing that still makes Wild Arms special to this day: its style.

Wild Arms‘ blend of sci-fi, fantasy, and western design concepts shouldn’t work nearly as well as it does here. Developer Media.Vision deserves a lot of credit for ensuring this game’s ambitious world always felt cohesive and for finding some truly clever ways to subvert genre expectations through this title’s approach to exploration, combat, and puzzles.

13. Breath of Fire III

The Breath Of Fire III vs. Breath of Fire IV debate will likely not be settled here, but the third entry in this series ultimately gets my nod due to the ways it so clearly raised the bar for this franchise and its genre competition.

Breath of the Fire III’s 3D visuals and voice acting helped sell this game’s engaging story, while the game’s combat and wonderful cast of characters ensured you were constantly engaged and ready to see where this absolute gem was going to take you next.

12. Front Mission 3

Front Mission 3 rewards players willing to put the time into its fairly complex mechanics and deep storyline with one of the best tactical RPGs of the era and one of the best mech games ever made.

This game is rightfully remembered for its customization options and often punishing tactical gameplay but I don’t know if it gets enough love for its faction-driven narrative and the ways its visuals convey epic mech battles without relying on more traditional action gameplay.

11. Castlevania: Symphony of the Night

The only reason this all-time great game isn’t higher on the particular list is that there are just other PS1 RPGs that better represent the genre and the kind of epic experiences we think of when we think of one of the best RPG platforms ever.

Having said that, the way that Symphony of the Night incorporated RPG elements not only changed the franchise forever but eventually helped inspire developers everywhere to enhance their own action titles by utilizing role-playing mechanics. This is still one of the best blends of role-playing and action/adventure ever made.

10. Valkyrie Profile

Long before God of War took us on a journey through Norse mythology, Valkyrie Profile caught many PS1 gamers by surprise with its unique blend of Japanese design and a Norse narrative that tasks you with assembling the perfect party of heroes to assist you through Ragnarok.

Valkyrie Profile‘s true calling card, though, is its turn-based combat system that essentially assigns a button to each character in your party. Getting the most out of your party of heroes requires you to successfully assign each character the right actions at the right time in order to unleash powerful combo attacks. It’s complex, original, and a whole lot of fun.

9. Lunar: Silver Star Story Complete

Lunar: Silver Star Story Complete may have started off as a Sega Saturn title, but it’s hard not to ultimately remember this as a PS1 game due to the many ways that Sony’s first console allowed Lunar’s developers to share their full vision for this classic.

It’s true that Lunar is an “old-school” JRPG in a lot of ways that might turn some people off, but when level grinding, party management, and methodical turn-based gameplay are done this well, it’s hard not to see this as one of the ultimate genre comfort zones.

8. Star Ocean: The Second Story

It’s hard to talk about Star Ocean without eventually getting around to the fact that it has almost 90 possible endings, so let’s not bury the lede. What’s even more impressive than the game’s number of possible endings, though, is the fact that many of those endings are clever, logical, and, in their own ways, complete.

Really, though, this game’s incredible number of possible conclusions just highlights the various ways this sci-fi/fantasy title makes you feel like every action you do truly matters and that anything can happen. I also have to pay respect to this game’s brilliant “private action” system: a unique mechanic that allows your party members to have their own adventures that ultimately contributes to some of the best sidequests in RPG history.

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7. Xenogears

Xenogears features a fascinating blend of styles and mechanics that is quite appropriate considering the details of this game’s complicated development history (it started off as a pitch for Final Fantasy VII before briefly being designed as a Chrono Trigger sequel). Admittedly, there are times when you can tell this game is trying to find its creative voice and gameplay footing.

Yet, all the concepts this RPG touches upon ultimately come together to form something wonderful and memorable. It features one of the best ATB combat systems ever, a complex and creative story, a lot of heart, great visuals, and a truly incredible soundtrack. Sure, the game struggles a bit in the second half, but it’s easy enough to overlook those shortcomings as the byproduct of ambition.

6. Final Fantasy VII

Final Fantasy VII should be a victim of its own success. After all these years, all the praise, and all of the discussions, you would think we’d be at the point where the dreaded term “overrated” might linger just above this game’s legacy.

That’s not the case, though. Maybe Final Fantasy VII was eventually surpassed, but it’s truly tragic to imagine what RPG gaming in the ‘90s and early 2000s would have been like if it wasn’t for this game. It alerted millions to the fact they loved video game RPGs, and it did it without sacrificing depth, quality, heart, or ambition.

5. Final Fantasy Tactics

Considered by many at the time to be the best tactical RPG ever made, it has to be said that the most impressive thing about Final Fantasy Tactics is the fact that it’s still difficult to argue against this game’s claim to that title nearly 24 years after its release.

Final Fantasy Tactics‘ surprisingly accessible (yet still deep and rewarding) gameplay perfectly complements its colorful visuals, engaging character, and surprising story. I don’t know if it’s the best tactical RPG ever made, but it may always be seen as the standard in the eyes of many.

4. Vagrant Story

It feels like people have been waiting for Vagrant Story to get the love it deserves ever since the game was released in 2000. While Vagrant Story absolutely has a cult following, it seems pretty clear at this point that it’s just never going to reach that level. It’s too difficult, too different, and it will probably never get the remaster it deserves.

However, those who have played Vagrant Story know it was Square’s most mechanically ambitious and unique PlayStation RPG. From its stunning visuals to its deep combat and mature narrative, Vagrant Story has honestly aged better than all but a few of the games of this era. A game this different and innovative shouldn’t feel as complete and confident as it does.

3. Chrono Cross

From the moment Chrono Cross was released, it feels like the first line about this game has been that it disappointed those who were expecting a direct follow-up to Chrono Trigger. Even when we learned that the Chrono Cross team never really saw this as a Chrono Trigger sequel, Chrono Cross still lived in the shadow of its all-time great predecessor.

Maybe there are ways that Chrono Cross would have been better off sticking closer to that SNES classic, but even at the time of its somewhat controversial release, many praised Chrono Cross for its innovative combat, weird and wonderful story, large cast of characters, music, visuals, and commitment to defying expectations at every turn. This shouldn’t be your first PS1 RPG, but it might be the one you end up remembering most fondly.

2. Final Fantasy IX

Final Fantasy IX was essentially Square’s PS1 swan song. While the title’s return to the medieval fantasy style of classic FF games highlights the studio’s jovial mood at the time, the fact is that many people wondered if Square could recover from the controversial Final Fantasy VIII and produce an RPG that effectively ended their unbelievable run of hits in style.

The fact they managed to do just that is an accomplishment that should never be overlooked. To this day, I struggle to think of even a handful of RPGs that challenge Final Fantasy IX’s charm, humor, and cast of characters while still providing a role-playing adventure that will feel rewarding to veterans and newcomers alike. This is an across-the-board triumph that delights and impresses in equal measure.

1. Suikoden II

Suikoden II was pretty much “doomed to fail” from the start. It was released in the wake of Final Fantasy VIII’s massive debut, wasn’t widely distributed, and featured “retro” graphics that initially turned quite a few people off at the time of cinematic PS1 visuals. It didn’t help that its predecessor was a very good, but not great, RPG that also failed to find a wide audience.

Yet, Suikoden II is quite simply one of the best games ever made regardless of genre. I would love to tell you about its nuanced and deep politically-driven narrative, varied combat system, minigames, world-building elements, and score, but how long can you really talk about Suikoden II without getting around to its cast of over 100 recruitable characters and the ways Konami managed to make each and every one of them (as well as their interactions with each other) among the best of their era?

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I wouldn’t call this a perfect game, but at the same time, I’m struggling to think of a single thing I’d change about it.

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babysizedfics · 4 years

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I need to know about doctor mama lo taking care of a sick baby Virgil if you would like pretty please. I dont wanna ask on the in character blog cuz I feel like it would be weird to ask for details and lo seems kinda busy anyway lol.

hey tumblebee!! yeah yeah lets do this, Im gonna write it so that ppl who dont follow the other blog can understand too

WARNING IF U HAVENT ALREADY BLOCKED THE TAGS ILLNESS TW AND VOMIT TW THEY ARE VERY PREVALENT IN THIS

also this is a VERY long headcanon!!

so last night vee got ill, he had been regressed in the afternoon with patton and he was acting much more fussy than usual - not being entertained by his cartoons, not having the energy to play with his rattle, pretty much constantly whining and pouting and he gets very wriggly when he's fussy

patton assumed it was because vee had been upset earlier that day. at one point vee started gripping his stomach, and patton assumed its because he was hungry and could smell the food roman was cooking

but when dinner came around no matter how hard patton tried he couldnt get vee to eat a morsel - he kept turning his head away from the food and whining. at one point patton and logan both managed to convince him to eat a spoonful but his face crumpled with a wince and it looked almost painful for him to swallow it. it was at this point logan noticed he had a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead

things fell into place quickly after that - logan checked his temperature and it was indeed slightly higher than was healthy, they noticed vee's hands were trembling and he was constantly on the verge of tears :(

while patton cleared away dinner and excused roman who wanted to go and craft in his room, logan took vee to his bedroom and tried to check for more symptoms, since vee was non verbal and unresponsive totheir questions. he tested his tummy by pushing it a little to see if the pain got worse when he released it (this is a test for appendicitis) but there was no reaction thankfully except vee being upset by logan not cuddling him. he checked his throat for any redness or infection, nothing.

vee's crying became more pronounced and eventually he was in constant tears, occassionally pleading 'mama mama' through sniffles and hiccups and whines of pain :(( Patton brought him a baby bottle of cooled tea made with fresh mint leaves since that is supposed to help stomach pains. though he left the room again since logan thought it was best not to crowd virgil. Vee's crying had dissipated but he was strangely silent and seemed almost loopy now. he only drank a little of the tea before he pushed it away with a gag.

logan immediately took him to the bathroom knowing what was coming, and sure enough vee threw up into the toilet, crying between gags. logan dutifully managed to keep vee in his lap the whole time and held his hair and rubbed his back, telling him he was such a good boy the whole time

Thankfully it didnt last long as there wasnt much in vees stomach to be emptied. he was shivering and sweating and flushed and had lost all energy. he wasnt even crying anymore, just whimpering under his breath. with a bit of a struggle logan managed to show him how to rinse his mouth out with mouthwash - though he had to hold vee over the sink and pat his back to make sure he didnt swallow it

during all of this patton wasnt able to help because of his heightened empathy, if he sees someone throwing up the likeihood is he will too and that wiuldnt be very helpful! so instead he drives to the store to pick up some medicine and ice pops - and comes back with half the store including some actual baby medicine smh - ((im actually begging u to read that linked post i think its so funny))

it was originallly meant to be logans night to put roman to bed but understandably patton took on that task instead. after roman was drifting off patton pokes his head into vee's room. he had hoped to find lo and vee asleep but they werent. they were lying in the dark with an in the night garden audio story playing on a portable speaker and with vees salt lamp and star night light lighting up the room in a soft glow.

logan offered a strained little smile and nod to patton as he stroked vee's hair and cuddled him close. vee was completely out of it honestly. his body was wholly lax against his mama, his lips were in a permanent pout and his eyes were puffy and wet. he barely even acknowledged his papa coming in, his teary eyes just settled on him for a moment then dropped back to the bedsheets without a reaction. he kept lifting his thumb up to suck on it but logan kept capturing it and apologising as he brought it away. Vee shouldnt suck on his thumb and logan doesnt want to give him a paci while he's ill. understandably, baby vee was completely miserable.

patton asks if logan thinks vee could handle a popsicle or plain crackers at the moment but logan disagrees. he doesnt expect either of them to get much sleep so he will make sure vee eats something in a few hours. with a gentle kiss on vee's forehead patton goes off to bed, confident that logan will be able to look after vee and will come get him if theres any issues

logan and vee really dont sleep much at all. Vee drifts off for a few minutes at a time then gasps awake from vivid fever dreams. logan keeps ice cubes in a bowl by the bed for vee to suck on if he needs to cool down and wraps a couple in a flannel to press to vee's head when his fever rises in the middle of the night.

around 3am logan jolts awake and realises he had drifted off. and vee isnt anywhere in the room. he panics momentarily, bolting up from the bed and dashing to the closet to see if virgil is in there - which he tends to do when he is overwhelmed - but then he hears sniffling from the bathroom.

he finds vee, no longer regressed, curled up against the side of the bathtub with his bangs clinging to his sweaty head. vee is the palest person logan knows but he looks positively grey at the moment

'can i help in any way?' he asks, aware that he doesnt need to baby talk at the moment but still eager to look after this bundle of miserableness

virgil just groans under his breath and clutches his knees to his chest. 'i.. i didnt know what to do with the..' he gestures vaguely to something on the floor

logan notices virgil, being not regressed anymore, had obviously wrestled off the diaper he had been changed into the night before and not known how to dispose of it

'its ok, ive got it' logan wraps it up in a bag and puts it in the trash can they have in the room for just this purpose

'sorry.. m stupid' virgil croaks

'You're not stupid.' logan says firmly as he washes his hands 'You're ill and probably delirious from the fever. it's alright virgil'

theres quiet for a bit longer, virge's head pressed against the porcelain edge of the bathtub likely in an attempt to cool his fever. logan stays there with him for a while just waiting. then suddenly virgil starts sobbing and buries his face in his hands.

'sweetheart, tell me whats wrong please' logan hurries to kneel beside him, lifting his hands away from his face. that wouldnt help the fever

'i dont feel well' virgil cries pathetically, tears rolling down his face.

logans heart breaks 'no, you dont. i'm sorry little one, i know its not nice'

at the nickname virgils thumb raises to his lips again, which logan hurriedly intercepts. 'i'll make you a deal, okay? you're allowed to use a pacifier, but you have to use the same one everyday until you are better. we will need to sterilise it every night too.'

vee sniffles and nods, then chokes 'm not a baby right now though'

'that doesnt matter. you dont need to be regressed to want one of your pacis, vee'

vee is unresponsive and starts scratching at his pyjama pants. logan gets a feeling he isnt saying something. then he notices virgil's pout is much more infantile than his adult ones. 'are you feeling little, baby?'

with a harsh shake of his head vee starts crying again. he whispers 'dont wanna be a b...' then cuts himself off and whimpers

logan cards his fingers through virgils damp bangs. he knows what virgils mind has jumped to. 'were you going to say you dont want to be a baby?' he lifts virgils chin up to look at him 'or that you dont want to be a burden?'

virgils pale lip wobbles 'same fing'

'no sweetheart, no no no,' logan sits on the tiles beside vee and pulls him into his lap. virgil goes willingly. logan rocks his baby as he says 'youre always always allowed to be a baby and its never ever going to upset your family. even if you're an adorable wonderful brave baby boy alllll of the time' he scribbles his finger on virgils rosy cheek and delights at the tiny smile it earns him. 'but especially when you're feeling yucky. you feel a bit yucky today dont you, little one?'

vee nods with a pout

'but yknow whats not yucky? softies and pacis and diapers and lots and lots of cuddles with mama' he holds virgil tighter to prove his point. vee sighs and drops his head to nuzzle against his mama's neck. logan feels he still has a slight fever. 'i know what might help you feel less yucky. does my sweet baby want a sweet ice pop?'

thankfully vee nods against his shoulder and grips tight onto his pyjama shirt, preparing for when logan lifts him up

he first makes sure to change vee into another diaper and even decides that he should wear one of mama's t-shirts as a light dress so he doesnt get as overheated by his pyjamas. at this point vee actually giggles for the first time pretty much all day as he feels the tshirt swish lazily around his legs. logan makes a mental note to observe whether little vee might want to try wearing dresses if the feeling sparks this much joy (at this point logan is unaware that vee has secretly been trying skirts and dresses in his room for months, and roman found out a few weeks ago, but vee isnt ready to tell the cgs yet)

by the time vee is in his diaper and mamas tshirt dress and has a paci and jiji clutched to his chest he is a lot calmer and happier. he's still very ill and exhausted and teary, but theres a tiny smile on his face instead of a pout. in the kitchen he picks a strawberry ice pop and it goes down well, logan convinces him to have a cracker too though vee is in such a young headspace by then that he is just sucking on it, which logan supposes is fine too

by the (real) morning vee is still regressed and has managed to have a couple hours undisturbed sleep. its not much but its better than nothing. logan didnt fare much better. by then vee misses his papa and asks for him and logan hands the responsibility over to papa patton, trustinf the other caregiver enough to catch up on a quick power nap himself

but yes, the main thing is vee thought being ill was a burden enough that he shouldnt be regressed too, but logan makes him see that its okay. vee is regressed pretty much the whole time he is ill over the next few days because its stressful and painful and its a lot easier to feel comforted when ur a baby

yeah! gosh that was long, theres probably a billion spelling mistakes! feel free to ask follow up Qs if i missed anything u wanted to know abt this event

#little/big concepts #illness tw #vomit tw #food mention #long post #asks #tumblebee the smol bean

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hvllevator · 4 years

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mismatch ; wong yukhei (teaser)

↳ Lucas never lived an easy life. Being introduced to vices at such a young age took a toll on him. Boxing being one of them. His father made him think that love was unworthy of his time and that he was undeserving of love, so it was never in Lucas’ dictionary to fall in love. That was until he met a girl who cried during one of his boxing matches. Will you be able to pull him out of darkness? Will he change for the better?

pairing: wong yukhei x female reader

genre: angst, fluff, (none for this teaser but in the final it does) smut, boxer!au

warnings: the finished story will contain mention of violence, drugs, mental illnesses, abuse, sexual content, swearing

words: 981 (bc this is only a teaser!)

a/n: this is purely fictional and if you are uncomfortable with any of the topics ive mentioned in my warning, please refrain from reading. please tell me what you think! ive been working real hard on this and i would hate for it to go to waste :( also did i make it clear that this is a teaser

Lucas was raised to be independent, not like he had a choice. His father was a drug addict and his mother left him before he could even open his eyes. His father often mistreated him, reminding him every second of his life that he was a mistake and that his mother should’ve aborted him when she had the chance then maybe she would still be with him. Lucas lived with constant threats coming his way, he somehow learned how to cope with them. It wasn’t until one day he finally had enough, with a bat in hand he used it against his father. Lucas was then taken away from him and was forced to live with his grandmother. Having no one to really rely on, he was introduced to a few vices at such a young age, 14 years old to be exact. Smoking, drinking, and even taking up drugs just to name a few. Boxing was one of them. He found comfort in beating an opponent till they’re left unconscious, all the pent up anger in him was finally being released. It didn’t take long before Lucas was known to be one of the best underground boxers in the area. He was ruthless and merciless when it came to the ring. The money he got through boxing was enough to supply him for the next few months of living. As soon as he turned legal age, he bought an apartment for himself, wanting to be away from his so called family as best as he can. Not that it was difficult since he wasn’t really that close with his grandmother, and his father never really cared about him, so Lucas packed up his bags and left home the very second he can. Lucas was thankful for the friends he made along his boxing journey. Qian Kun was one of them, a fellow boxer who he trained together with. Kun was one of the people he trusted the most, he was the one who helped him when he was in a really dark place.

Lucas was also known for someone who loved to fuck, with girls practically throwing theirselves at him, who was he to pass up the opportunity of having a great orgasm for the night. He had one night stands here and there, even having girls cry over him leaving before they could even wake up in the morning. He wasn’t one to do relationships, the thought of being tied down to one person sickened him. He knew he wasn’t cut out for all the romantic shit, he feared that he would repeat the same mistakes his father did. Although Lucas knew he was better than his old man and that he would never take advantage of his fighting skills, he wanted to be safe rather than sorry.

Lucas had a fight tonight, nothing really new. Wrapping the bandages on his hand, he did a few stretches before slipping on the mouth guard. Kun wished him good luck before entering the ring. It didn’t take long before his opponent was knocked out, slipping the mouth guard out, a triumph smirk made its way on his face as he was being announced as the winner. He barely had any damage done to his face. As he was stepping off the ring, his gaze landed on a pretty girl who had tears streaming down her face from when she watched the match. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched her wipe her tears.

You were practically dragged to watch this boxing match you had absolutely no interest in, if it wasn’t for your best friend then you truly wouldn’t have come. Pulling the “I would do your laundry for two weeks” card had you seated in the front row of a cruel match. Wincing every time someone threw a punch against one another. You admit that you were not used to this sight at all, so you couldn’t help the tears that were slipping out of your eyes. As soon as the fight ended, you wanted to leave but Soyeon still wouldn’t let you since her boyfriend hasn’t appeared in the ring. Wiping your tears away, you lifted your head to see who was being announced as the winner of the round. Surprised that the person getting off the ring was already staring at you. You watched as he purposely held eye contact with you, striding towards you until he was fully in front of you.

His eyes were filled with worry, his stare was making you uncomfortable and you’re sure that your confusion was written on your face.

“Are you okay?” He asked, and you wondered why.

“Y-yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” You felt your breathing increase. He was the winner of the match, and you knew there were plenty of eyes on you. Some even snapping pictures maybe.

“You were crying.” He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

“You saw that?”

“Of course. You don’t seem like the type to watch these fights.” He smirked, he was attractive that’s for sure.

“I’m not.” You shook your head.

“Yo Lucas! Come and get your prize!” You heard a voice called out, making Lucas groan. He took a step away from you before turning his heel and approaching whoever called him, he turned his head back to you and winked at you before leaving completely. What just happened?

Lucas was rushing to claim his prize, his foot tapping on the floor impatiently as the money was being counted awfully slow.

“Shouldn’t you prepare this shit before the match?” Lucas snapped, glaring at the teller. They ignored his remark, continuing with what they were doing. Lucas sighed and shook his head, thinking that you will probably be gone by the time he comes back. He was right, the seat you were previously sitting on was now empty.

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deancas-fanfiction · 3 years

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Hardest Part is Letting Go

Part 1/7

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Summary: Upon his diagnosis of a terminal illness, Dean vows to spend the rest of his short life with Cas by his side, completing his bucket list while learning what it really means to live and love.

Also available on ao3.

Dean had never been a romantic – that was always Cas and his extravagant date planning. It was incredibly endearing, but Dean just wasn’t one of those people that cared about that kind of stuff. He loved it because Cas loved it. Funny how a terminal illness can change someone.

It was one year earlier, just after Dean’s thirtieth birthday. Recently he hadn’t been feeling well. His energy level was low, and the sweeping waves of nausea became all too familiar. While low energy wasn’t exactly uncommon for him, this was different. Dean barely had the energy to get out of bed. At first, Cas assumed it was some kind of flu, so they spent day in bed watching old western movies and eating soup. It was a few days later when Dean realized something wasn’t quite right. Along with the loss of energy, came the loss of appetite, and consistent headaches. Dean hid it well, though. After all, he didn’t want to worry Cas or Sam. So he pretended everything was fine for the next few weeks and almost convinced himself he was starting to feel better. He thought that with time it would eventually go away. However, it ws quite the contrary.

One morning Dean awoke at his worst with a sharp, hot pain in his head; it was by far the most excruciating thing he has ever experienced. Biting down on his pillow, he screamed. He screamed until his voice was hoarse, just trying to release some of the pressure in his head. His nails dug into the blankets, begging for the pain to end. Soon darkness took over his vision and he drifted into blissful unconsciousness, away from the pain.

The next time Dean woke up he was in a hospital, with an IV hooked to his right arm and an oxygen tube in his nose. The fluorescent lights were harsh, highlighting the deep bags under his eyes. At least the pain in his head had subdued. His vision became sharper as the flog from the drugs cleared. Dean looked around the room, noting the ‘get well soon’ balloons and cards that littered the room. To his left was a card with a scrawl so ineligible it could only be identified as Sam’s attempt at handwriting. But the thing that caught his attention was Cas, sitting in this stiff chair next to his bed, his head resting on his hands.

Dean shot up, suddenly alarmed as he remembered the events that led to him being here. He sat up, pulling at the IV, panic rising in his chest. His hate for hospitals was heightened and all he could focus on was getting out of here. But then Cas’s head shot up to the sounds of Dean rustling in bed. He scooted his chair closer to the bed, resting his hand on Dean’s.

Dean frowned as he observed his boyfriend’s face. His nose was runny, and his eyes were pink and swollen. He had been crying. It was enough to stop Dean’s frantic movements as his heart rate increased. Cas very rarely cries, and when he does it’s for good reason. Cas ignored Dean’s questioning look. With light touches, he brushed Dean’s matted hair out of his face. It was comforting, but if anything, it just worried Dean more.

An advanced terminal illness. That’s what the test results said.

Those four words ruined Dean and Cas’s life. Those four words unraveled years of plans the two had previously made, imagining they had all of the time in the world. Now he was told he would have two years if he was lucky. Dean’s doctors offered aggressive treatment to prolong the inevitable, but he denied it. He knows what that treatment does to patients. They’re violently ill, bed ridden, and spend most of their time imprisoned in hospitals. Dean wanted to spend the rest of his short life as himself, with Cas by his side.

It wasn’t something to easily become accustomed to. Cas was in denial in the beginning. He went about life as if nothing has changed, but at night he would hold onto Dean extra tight, with no intention of letting go. It went on like this for a few weeks, until Dean came home from visiting Sam for the weekend to find Cas sitting on the kitchen floor sobbing. Dean dropped his duffel bag and wrapped his arms around Cas. He held him close, kissing the top of his head, burying his nose into his boyfriend’s dark hair, memorizing his scent. His hand rubbed small circles on Cas’s back, knowing it comforts him. He nearly let out a humorless laugh at the thought that he was the one dying, but also the one doing the comforting. It was then that he realized Cas is the only that has to live without him. If it was Cas dying, Dean knew he’d be completely broken too.

After they both released the emotions they had been repressing, they actually felt a little better. Now that they accepted the inevitable, they could live each day to the fullest. Without further discussion, Dean and Cas quit their respective jobs to focus on living life in the now. Besides, that’s what emergency savings are for, right?

This brings Dean to where he is now. Sitting in the living room at three in the morning with a glass of bourbon, paper, and a pen. He could feel his health slowly deteriorating and he knew he was running out of time. Dean estimated he had about six months remaining. At night he’d close his eyes and be met with the image of a clock. It would start with the seconds slowly ticking by and then morph into something sinister. Suddenly it was a calendar, with pages tearing away and flying off until there was nothing left but blackness and silence. There was nothingness. He’d wake in a cold sweat, with the constant reminder of the inevitable looming over his head. Dean shook his head, shaking the dark thoughts. He took a sip of his drink before focusing back on the task at hand.

1. Have breakfast in bed

2. Stargaze until the sun rises

3. Kiss in the rain

4. Rent a beach house for the weekend

5. Watch Sam graduate from law school

6. Go on a road trip with a kickass playlist

7. Get married

8. Go skinny dipping

9. Die loved

Dean hadn’t realized he was crying until a tear his list, smudging some of his handwriting. There was still so much he wanted to do, so much more he wanted to see but deep down he knew he didn’t have the time for it. Hell, he didn’t=’t even know if he had time for his list. But he was going to try. He looked back at a few items on the list and managed a small smile, so much for not being a romantic.

Dean looked up when he heard some shuffling and the opening of a door. His eyes met a sleepy Cas, with his blue eyes bleary and hair ruffled more than usual. It was a sight he could never get sick of.

“Can’t sleep?” Cas asked quietly. Dean hummed in response, struggling to get his emotions in check. He hated this vulnerability that came with the diagnosis. Making this list made him even more emotional and he knew that crying in front of Cas would only make things harder.

“Me neither,” Cas sighed, joining Dean on the couch. He leaned into his side, curling in to soak in his body heat. “I can never sleep very long without you next to me.”

Dean smiled at that and kissed Cas on the temple. Cas sighed contentedly before frowning when he saw the list in Dean’s hand. “Is that your bucket list?”

“Yeah, I figured since we have some time, we should make the most of it, you know? And there’s a lot of things I’ll never get the chance to do, so I thought I’d make a list of the ones most important to me.”

Cas gingerly grabbed the list out of his hand and read through it, a sad smile on his face. “No backpacking across Europe?”

“I don’t think there’s time for a trip to Europe,” Dean mumbled. He and Cas had dreamed of backpacking across Europe since they were in college. They talked of romantic stops in Italy for the food, France for the champagne, Ireland for the Guinness and beautiful countryside, Scotland for the scotch, and so much more. Cas just nodded in response, swallowing the lump in his throat. He didn’t want to think about the concept of time at the moment.

“What do you want to do first?” Cas asked, his voice cracking.

“Right now, all I want to do is go to bed with you.”

“Alright, then let’s go to bed,” He replied, grabbing Dean’s hand and leading him into the bedroom with a sly smile on his face.

The next morning Dean awoke with another headache. He wasn’t surprised, it’s been happening a lot more often lately. He sat up and reached for the numerous pill bottles on the table next to the bed and took the numerous pills prescribed to him by his doctors to keep his symptoms under control. Forcing his legs out from under the warmth of the blankets, Dean got up to go see what Cas was doing. While Dean has always slept later than Cas, he usually lays in bed with him reading a book while waiting for Dean to wake. After all, Cas knows how much Dean hates waking up alone.

Just as Dean was crossing the door, he was met with Cas carrying a tray full of chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, a heaping pile of bacon and his usual cup of coffee.

“Cas…” Dean started, realizing what he was doing.

“Dean! You ruined it. To have breakfast in bed, you actually need to be in bed.” He pouted which caused Dean to laugh at his boyfriend. He quickly turned around and crawled back into their bed.

“We don’t have to do everything on the list right away, angel.” He retorted, pulling the warm blankets on his lap. His voice came across softer than the joking manner he intended. His gratefulness for Cas shone through his usual sarcastic façade. Cas chose to ignore the comment and set the tray on the middle of the bed, settling next to him. “But thank you,” Dean added, giving Cas a kiss on the lips.

Cas smiled, his blue eyes impossibly bright in the early afternoon light. Dean sighed, staring as he admired Cas’s beauty. His dark hair is tousled, sticking in all directions accompanied with the stubble that comes from not shaving for a few days. He’s dressed in one of Dean’s classic rock shirts and a pair of boxers, with the smell of coffee lingering on his breath. Dean smiles at him, bacon momentarily forgotten, only consumed by thoughts of Cas. When things get bad, he wants to remember this specific moment and how happy the two of them are. ‘When things get bad…’ Dean ended that train of thought and shook himself out of his daze, turning his attention to his delicious breakfast instead.

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A/N: Hi friends! I’m so excited to post my first Dean/Cas fanfic! I’ve written for other fandoms before but I just can’t shake the finale so here’s my coping mechanism. This fic is finished, totaling at about 15,000 words. I plan to post either weekly or twice a week, depending on the reception this gets. Please let me know any feedback or submit any prompts!

#destiel #fanfiction #deancas #supernatural fanfiction #destiel fanfiction #destiel fanfic #angst #fluff #eventual character death #dean knows how to communicate his feelings for once #dean winchester #castiel #alternate universe #chaptered

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sillymagicmaker · 3 years

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I'm taking a dark moon ritual bath right now.

I'm listening to this:

youtube

I have been meditating on what I want to achieve during this moon cycle, and I have a hard time remembering things, even long enough to think about them.

I keep slipping into normal meditation where my mind becomes perfectly clear. Its wonderful. I love it.

But its a dark moon! Time for the new to come!

So, financially, in the past month I've managed to survive my job without killing myself. I feel that is a major accomplishment. I have also paid off school and began paying back my mom the loan she gave me. I bought my first stock.

Financially, during this moon, I would like to put a little bit of money into the stock market and research which cannabis stocks I want to invest in. I feel that there is a great deal of long term money to come in investing in cannabis. I also would like to continue paying back my mom, purchase my text book(s) for my school this semester, and buy the materials I need to craft a pillow shelf.

Health speaking, during the last few moon cycles I have been doing tarot readings to attain peace. For the most part, this has severely impacted my mental health for the better. This has been the most effective method in dealing with my anxiety ive discovered so far. I also started only eating half portions of foods during my meals due to feeling sick after eating anything more than that.

Health speaking, I want to find insurance within this moon cycle. I am currently unable to go to the doctor due to having no health insurance. I would also like to find a video editing job to replace my current one so that I stop feeling so suicidal.

Socially speaking, I made a new friend in the last moon cycle. He is a coworker of mine, and it feels really good to have such a considerate and kind person at work. We went to get boba tea after work together and I'd really like to invite him to do that again.

Socially speaking, I have a vaccine appointment. Its only the first dose, but its one step closer to visiting some of my loved ones that are immunocompromised. I may not be able to visit them this moon cycle, but its a step forward. I would also like to record the first episode of my new YouTube channel, with the help of the people on my quarantine boat.

Spiritually, in the last moon cycle, I celebrated the full moon for the first time in years. I created a way of tracking the moon cycle and upcoming holidays that way I can further my spirituality. I also have become way more in practice with my tarot cards than I used to be. Spiritually and mental health really tie together well for me.

Spiritually, I would like to complete all 4 spells on my list from the other day. I also would like to research and celebrate Imbolc. I haven't done it solitary since high school, so I need a refresher. I would also like to research the full moon and consider what kind of ritual ill be doing this moon cycle. My friend also thought my drawing of the goddess I met looked like Nyx, so I want to look into her to see if my friend is right or not about her identity. I feel like my spiritual goals are rather hefty, so perhaps just completing some of these would be okay.

On YouTube, in the past moon cycle, I released the first song that I've released in years. I also have had wonderful ideas for a new upcoming channel.

This moon cycle, I want to record the first episode of my new channel, and release at least 2 other YouTube videos for my animal crossing channel.

I know I never complete every goal I set, but I do look forward to trying my best to complete as many as I can. This is what I want to do.

#witchcraft #witches #witchy #witch #witchlife #witches of tumblr #meditation music #meditation #meditative #goals #dark moon #new moon #dark moon ritual #new moon ritual #dark moon bath #new moon bath #ritual bath #Youtube

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boywivlove · 4 years

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| Lutz | 01

Chapters | 02

Pairing: Past Hoseok x Reader | Eventual Jimin x Reader

Genre: Figure skating AU | Slight angst | Fluff

Words: 1K +

Summary : After your last performance at the Junior world championships leaves you with a broken leg, your longtime boyfriend and team mate Jung Hoseok decides to partner with someone else and sign with a new agency for the next competition, leaving you behind with the remains of a severed relationship. 2 years go by and your leg has long since healed, but a nasty blow to your confidence has put you off the idea of return to the competition circuit after being left behind. But when a chance meeting with an old friend catches you by surprise, you find yourself with a new partner. And after working hard you end right back where everything went wrong. But this time your going to show just far you’ve come.

Warnings : Mentions of broken bones and injury | some strong language |

Authors Note: Heyyyy SO Im still here haha, Ive been so busy with work and getting ready for christmas Ive not had time to write, but hopefully people are still here and want to read my skater AU hahah >W<

Its funny how things can change so quickly. You feel like everything just fits together, like a jigsaw portraying the image of your perfect life. You never really think about the perfection shattering like a mirror and you, being left to pick up the pieces of your once perfect reflection. Some things are just not meant to last forever I guess.

It was currently autumn time in your small little town, the leaves had long since shifted from lush greens into the beautiful hues of orange and red, like fire lining the cobbled streets. The chill in the air calling for thick winter wear and stalls of delicious hot foods perfect for this kind of weather. Yet as you walk the busy street, your once beloved time of year now only brought you broken memories and an ache in your bones you couldn’t seem to shift.

You readjusted your messenger bag as you opened the door to the small coffee shop, the bell chiming as you felt the warmth kiss your frostbitten cheeks. It had been two years to the day when your dreams were ripped away from you. It was in this very cafe that you remember every detail of that night, every word he spoke to try and make you see his point of view, as if to soften the blow of his abandonment. Who was he trying to kid? His name was Jung Hoseok, Jhope in the figure skating circles. Yes, THAT Jung Hoseok. Lovable bad boy Pro skater Jung. god. damn. Hoseok. It was such a bad break up, if you could call it a break up. More like complete abandonment in your opinion. Who the hell abandons their girlfriend and skating partner for competition? Him thats who.

It all happened at the junior world championships. You and Hoseok had been partners for 10 years, ever since you could balance on your skates. and for 5 years you had been a couple going strong. All the training you put in had led up to that moment, the moment to prove yourselves and be scouted out by the mass of agencies that had attended in hopes of snatching some new blood. It was finally your turn and you both breezed through the routine, the toe loops? no sweat. the Salchows were child’s play for you both. But then came the triple lutz. You had practices this particular move almost a hundred times and every time you were near perfect. But that one particular moment. The one time you needed to be flawless, lady luck decided fortune was not in the cards for you. You lost footing mid air and Boom. One broken femur and a trip to the hospital later you felt your ego bruised and your chances of being talent scouted shot.

It was two months later into your recovery Hoseok had asked you to meet at the cafe you sat in now, four booths over in fact. You had arrived a little late due to your injury inconvenience. He had ordered your favourite hot drink, peppermint hot chocolate and asked how you were. You didn’t think nothing of it but he had been distant since the accident. It wasn’t anything you felt you had to worry about, you were confined to the house the majority of your time after being released from the hospital so it was natural to you you hadn’t seen him in weeks. It was only when he cleared his throat and bit his lip you knew something was on his mind, it was a habit he had since he was a kid. Time seemed to slow down in that moment as your world caved in from under you.

“hey listen,, this is a little hard for me to say…”

“oh? is everything alright? I know we haven't been able to practice in a while but once im all healed-”

“no no its,,, look Y/N ill be straight with you.”

“ o- ok?”

“Y/N,, I want to go somewhere with my figure skating. and with you off the ice for the foreseeable,,,, I dont think I can go anywhere.”

“ oh… uh- so,, are you saying you want to go solo?”

“Not quite,,, aghhh listen, after your accident I realised were on different levels in our skating, this just proves it. This competition should have been easy for us and you go and break your leg for fucks sake,”

“oh like it was my intention to make an idiot of myself out there? How can you blame me for that?! Hoseok if you just wait we can work, I can work on my routines. i ca-”

“Y/N I cant say thins any other way but, I got a call from the S.F.S.A and they want me in their program. They’ve partnered me with a great skater and she-”

“Wait… you've already signed with them,,, and got a new partner. Hoseok I cant… I cant believe you. We always said we skate together or not at all. and you know how much I wanted us to get into S.F.S.A TOGETHER? Its like you dont care about anything we worked towards… and just because I broke my leg? … I just. I cant believe you.”

“come on Y/N dont be like this. This is a big opportunity for me. The Seoul Figure Skating Association in a BIG deal. I thought you’d understand. Your my girlfriend why are you being like this”

“Im HURT Hobi!? The slightest inconvenience and you throw me away? ,,,”

The silence was deafening as the two of you sat in that booth, The lighting overhead made Hobis blonde tips look almost white, and your eyes shimmer with unshed tears. It was as if the Hobi you knew, the man you’d loved since childhood had disappeared the moment he sat down. After all the hard work and effort you had put in, both in your teamwork and relationship, was it all for nothing.

“I dont think this is gonna work between us anymore… Things, things change. People change and, I want this Y/N. I cant wait for you anymore.”

Those few sentences broke your heart. With nothing else to say to him you stood up, your crutches steadying you as you said nothing, what could you say to someone who just threw away everything you had together for a chance at bettering his career,,, a career you both put so much effort into. A career he was perusing with someone new. Hoseok stood with you when you struggled to adjust your bag around your head, he looked as though he wanted to help you, but the angry tears threatening to spill out of your reddening eyes was enough to tell him not to. As you made your way to the entrance you looked back at him, his face was masked in an almost pained expression, his cheeks were starting to pinken and his jaw was shaking slightly as thought he was about to cry. You left the shop before you could hear him saying its for the best. if that was what he thought then he can leave you. You were just thrown to the kerb and in that moment. your perfect world had shattered. your reflection left broken into pieces on the floor.

So, two years later and here you sit, in the same cafe, looking over to the booth your whole life came crashing down. Your leg had healed well, and you took back to the ice almost instantly to train yourself up again, but after the pain of losing your partner on and off the ice, you just couldn’t find the confidence you once had. It was as if your competitive lust for figure sating had left you with Hobi. It was after your loss of confidence your mental health took an even bigger hit, you felt yourself declining from the world and the people around you as you just got by day to day. You felt you could heal from what happened physically, but not mentally. But all grey clouds have a silver lining, days went by, the sun came up, and you eventually felt like yourself again. It took a lot, but it was the lack of self confidence in yourself that led you to your current occupation, your local ice rink had an opening for the overseeing the beginners lessons for ages 5-10, as much as you wished you could get back to being the skater you once were, the kids have grown on you. Your days that were filled with dull moping around the now very single woman’s apartment was now filled with tiny rosy cheeked little faces eager to learn. and everyday you felt yourself becoming more and more like yourself. And its this part of your life when you meet someone who turns it all around for you.

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years

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Dragon Dancer IV: Mingfei Returns

Mingfei Lu was the President of the Student Union in this reality. Caesar had appointed him as such after our wedding. When I opened the closet, I found it full of dresses by Dolce and Gabbana, Nordstrom and Neiman Marcus and shoes from Jimmy Choo.

Isabel met me outside my door. “Mingfei will be arrive at noon today.”

Her eyes were cold and businesslike. I didn’t return her gaze. “Okay.”

“He’ll be in meetings all day. You still have time to call him.”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

She offered me a slip of paper. “The hybrid he captured is in the infirmary. Some members of the Executive department will escort you to where he’s being held. His body has had a week to heal so he should be ready for therapy.”

I wrapped Ru’Yi in a backsling from West Africa. At only two months old, she was already alert and watching the world with her wide dark eyes. She had inherited delicate features from both Johann and I but that serious expression and quiet demeanor was all her father’s.

I stepped out of the apartment for the first time since I woke up to this bad dream.

The people sent to escort me were about my age, temporary commissioners in the Executive department. They led me to a dark SUV and helped me get inside. I swung Ru’yi into my lap and held her close to me.

We drove towards the main Castle-like campus. The out of control hybrid was being held in the same secure area where I had given birth, a building that served as clinic, asylum, and prison for hybrids that were unfortunate to be born with dangerous bloodlines. They waited there until it could be determined whether they could stay on campus, be shipped for quarantine, or killed.

It was a building of dark brick, squared like a warehouse with no windows. They helped me out of the SUV and escorted me through the metal reinforced doors. The building was sturdy, like a bunker. After all, it had to hold some of the most powerful and unpredictable people dragonblood could produce.

My heels clicked on the marble flooring as we walked the dimmed hallway, one commissioner in front of me, one behind me. Their rifles were slung behind their backs. They obviously didn’t expect me to do anything. I could easily escape right now. But where would I even go?

We stopped. One of the commissioners swiped a key card and the door clicked open. He allowed me through while watching the door behind me. The other commissioner came inside.

Chained to a bed was a morbidly obese man. From the way he was hoarsely breathing, I could tell he must have been sedated, but his eyes rolled open and looked at me as soon as I entered.

“They call him the Dance King. He has a mind controlling Soul Skill that is triggered when he dances. He had a particular habit of targeting certain people. We believe that their appearance must have reminded him of someone. But he doesn’t talk to us.”

I watched him, pity filling my heart.

“What’s his resting dragon blood purity?”

“49.8% He was listed as A-rank as well.”

I nodded to myself. “Well, I’m happy we caught him alive. However, with such a high purity, helping him will require a blood exchange.”

I pulled up a chair next to the so-called Dance King and slung my child onto my chest. “Hi. I’m Carli. I'm going to try to help you... so you don’t hurt people any more.”

“I helped people just like you.” I said, looking into his eyes. “I know you don’t really want to hurt people. In Japan, there was someone like you. His name was Chime. He loved his brother so much, but he lost control of his dragonblood and killed his brother’s friends. In the end... his brother very nearly killed him.”

“This made both of them very, very sad. They couldn’t be together for a long time. But Chime still lives and so does his brother... and Chime doesn’t kill any more. I send him samples of my blood every few months or so, to make sure he has a supply, in an emergency.”

The commissioner returned with the roll of tubing and the needles. He wiped my arm to sterilize it and inserted the needle in my elbow.

“What your real name?” I asked him.

He didn’t answer me. A needle was inserted into his arm and bright red blood flowed to him from me.

“This will hurt. But... after it’s over, you’ll have the chance to become a student here. But you don’t have to. If you decide to go home, your memory will be wiped and you’ll be sent back to Rio De Janeiro. It’s up to you.”

He let out a soft grunt. I watched his vital signs. The heartbeat quickened. “I hope you stay though. I’m a dancer too.”

The Dance King’s body suddenly convulsed and he pulled against the restraints. His eyes flashed yellow. The metal bed rails squealed and were bent.

The commissioner next to me raised his rifle. He was shaking, trembling.

“Hey! Put that down before you shoot me or my baby!” I barked at him.

The young man lowered the gun and backed away.

I held out my hand to the struggling man. “Release!”

The man opened his mouth and screamed at the ceiling, his eyes wild. His dragon blood was like an overgrown forest to me, and I was the wildfire, burning it, clearing it. My dragon words raced through his system, turning his body into an inferno and he screamed like someone tied to the pyre.

The commissioner watched this with open horror. His eyes shifted from me to the child, who lay against me, serenely sucking her pacifier. His eyes lifted to my face again.

“What?” I asked him, challenging.

The young commissioner’s hands dropped to his side. He was still pale and sweaty, but this mother half his size and her even smaller infant faced this giant, powerful hybrid with no nerves at all.

Once the Dance King’s dragon blood was lowered to my satisfaction, I lowered my hand. “Test him again.”

He did, pricking the man’s finger and putting a small drop of blood into a hand held device. “42.8.”

I nodded. “Good. That’s fine.”

The needles were removed. The Dance King was watching me with wide, vulnerable eyes. That animalistic aura had been replaced by a human, fearful one. I was no longer staring at the “Dance King”. But at a human person.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Ernesto...” He replied, his voice shaky.

“Nice to meet you... Ernesto...” I smiled. “Please, get some rest. You’ll be sore for a while.”

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I was immediately escorted back to my apartment after that. As Isabel had explained, Mingfei wasn’t home and still stuck in meetings. I twisted the ring off my finger and put it in the drawer.

I still had a few hours to think of what to do but after curing the Dance King, I just wanted to sleep. I put Ru’Yi in her rocker and lay down on the floor next to her, looking up at the ceiling. I focused my mind on the cherry blossoms in Chizuru and forced myself to recall the sensation of Chu Zihang’s hands under my chin, cradling my face, and the feel of his lips against mine.

The rest of the afternoon I spent thinking to myself as I fed Ru’Yi, changed her diaper, and tidied up. Mingfei’s house was so different from mine. First of all, he had a whole area dedicated to his gaming habit. He owned a game collection that filled a bookshelf, and several vintage consoles. He had a computer desk with a multicolored chair and a computer meant to run every game at the highest settings.

It was not that I didn’t like him at all. After all, he was my S-ranked brother. But he was that to me, a brother... not a lover. The thought of him touching me...

I shuddered.

I looked at my cell phone. It was 9 pm and Mingfei still hadn’t come back to the apartment. I resisted the urge to text him. Maybe his fellow Student Counsel members were throwing him a party.

I thought that too soon. The door beeped, the latch clicked open. My heart leaped into my throat and I backed away from the entrance of the apartment.

“Carli?”

Mingfei’s voice sent a jolt of terror through me. I hurried to Ru’yi’s room and shut the door behind me leaning against it. I heard the rattle of his keys against the kitchen island.

“Carli, are... are you in there?”

I leaned hard against the door. “D...don’t come in!” I shouted.

“Carli I... I need to talk to you. I need to ask you... do you remember Chu Zihang?”

I let out a loud gasp and flung the door open.

Mingfei looked different. He had to be wearing a thousand dollar black trench coat, patented, hand painted leather shoes and a heavy gold watch, but his eyes... his eyes held that same signature sadness.

I raised my finger to my lips, shaking so hard I could barely stand. “They’re listening.”

I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the baby’s room and shut the door. Then I threw myself against him and buried my face into his chest, falling into tears. My fingers arched against his back. “Yes!”

He returned my embrace, his arms squeezing me until I could barely breathe.

#Lu Mingfei #Dragon Raja #Fanfiction #Writing

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seanfalco · 4 years

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Road Trip: Punk!AU

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Punk!Aevryn x Punk!Valdo, Punk!Jaskier x Reader, Punk!Geralt x Punk!Yennefer Word Count: 2645 Rating: T (swearing) Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @coffee-and-stories @nevadawolfe a/n: Let’s get some healing started up in this angst. As usual next update will be up to @ficsandcatsandficsandcats :3

{Part I}{Part II}{Part III}{Part IV}{Part V}

Part VII — It Was Not Your Fault, But Mine

Though Aevryn wanted nothing more than to rush to the hospital after them, she eventually gave in and let Valdo drive her back to the hotel he was staying at to freshen up; Yennefer’s voice of reason winning out.

“Aev, unexpected as this is coming from me, I think we should stay here for the night, just to let everyone calm down. Besides, I’m sure you and Valdo have a lot to talk about.” Aevryn opened her mouth to argue, but Yennefer was prepared and fixed her with her sternest look, placing her hands on her shoulders. “We will meet back up with them. Later.”

Slumping in defeat, knowing her friend had a good point, Aevryn nodded and let Yennefer pull her in for a hug as Valdo returned from the front desk, adjusting the pair of large sunglasses perched on his nose.

“Here is your room key, madame,” he said, holding out the plastic key card to Yennefer.

Extricating herself from Aev, Yen took the card, her face unreadable. “You mean our room key?” she said, looping her arm around Aevryn’s shoulder, her gaze just daring him to complain.

Valdo’s eyebrows rose, his mouth working silently before he ground out, “If you think that’s for the best,” clearly trying to hold back what he wanted to say, knowing how crucial it was for his and Aev’s relationship to win over this woman’s approval.

“Let’s not be so hasty,” Aevryn exclaimed quickly, stepping out of Yennefer’s reach and glancing between her and Valdo. “You said yourself we have a lot to talk about. Which might take a while.” She threw her friend a pointed look, and the emphasis she had put on ‘talk’ made it clear enough that she wasn’t going to sleep with him, tonight at least, but that she wanted to stay with him, and Yennefer could understand that.

“Fine,” she said, her dark eyes hardening when she turned them back on Valdo. “No funny business.”

Brushing her pointed finger out of his face, Valdo grimaced. “Yes yes, alright. Come on, Aev.”

Aevryn shot an apologetic smile over her shoulder at Yennefer as she slipped her hand in Valdo’s and followed him in the opposite direction.

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Pulling his sunglasses off Aev winced at the dark mottled bruise that rimmed Valdo’s eye and spread over his cheekbone. “Oh V, I’m so sorry,” she murmured, brushing her fingers lightly over his skin, careful not to put any pressure on his injuries. “This is gunna be a bitch to cover for your promotional tour stuff.”

Valdo merely waved her concerns away, a small grin pulling at his lips at how she fussed over him. “This makes us even now,” he said, sitting on the edge of the tub as Aevryn turned to wet a towel at the sink, frowning as she wrung the excess water out.

“What are you talking about?” she asked as she sat next to him, bringing the towel to his face to wipe at the dried blood at his brow.

“You don’t remember the punch you took for me once?” As he spoke all trace of amusement melted from his expression. Probably not the best idea to bring that up, Valdo realized, mentally kicking himself; as what had happened after that particular memory had changed Aevryn’s life forever.

Her hand paused and she swallowed, sea green eyes flicking away for a moment before a rueful smile ghosted over her lips, though her voice trembled slightly.

“Of course I remember. I guess we are even now… so don’t you dare go getting punched again, you idiot.”

As always when she called him a name, there was a fondness behind her words, and Valdo snorted softly.

“Believe me, this is an experience I do not want to repeat.”

“Good.”

Aev continued cleaning his face; his soft gaze on her made it hard to breathe, let alone think, but there was something that had been bothering her since she’d heard it. “Hey V, in the last song, that lyric when you said: ‘I never told you, I went to his house and I went to bat’... what were you talking about?”

“Ah, that.” Taking her hand Valdo lowered it, holding it clasped between his in his lap. “When you uhm, when you were in the hospital, I… I left while you were asleep. I went to René’s and I beat the shit out of him with a baseball bat.”

Pausing to gauge her reaction, Valdo took a deep breath. She didn’t seem distraught, in fact he couldn’t read what she was thinking at all, which was discomforting in its unusualness -- Aev always wore her emotions on her sleeve.

“Still didn’t feel like the punishment fit the crime though,” he muttered, looking down at her hand in his.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Valdo sighed, forcing himself to look her in the eye. “I didn’t want you to have to think about… what had happened any more. I just wanted for you to be able to move on.”

“Oh Valdo,” Aevryn murmured, reaching up with her free hand to stroke the side of his face, affection bubbling in her chest. She knew it was probably wrong, but something about the thought of Valdo beating the shit out of her ex for… assaulting her, and getting away with it was darkly satisfying and she suddenly wanted so badly to kiss him.

The moment ended as Valdo stood, releasing her hand to shrug off his blazer and pull his blood stained shirt over his head, his mess of curls appearing moments later, and Aevryn couldn’t help but admire him, her eyes slipping down his slim frame.

Valdo turned, catching her staring and grinned before striding away to rummage through his luggage for a fresh shirt.

“Ah, ah, ah, no funny business, remember?” he chuckled, glancing at her over his shoulder as she rose to follow him, leaning against the door frame. “I have a feeling Yennefer would know even from half a hotel away if I put hands on you,” Valdo joked.

“And what if I put hands on you?” Aev purred, wrapping her arms around him from behind; her fingers brushing lightly over his skin, sending a tremor through him and he froze, fighting the urge to turn and pick her up to toss on the bed.

Taking a deep breath as she pressed her forehead to his back, he wrapped his arms over hers and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and simply enjoying her embrace. He could feel her sigh against him as well before she stepped back, letting him pull the shirt over his head.

Turning, Valdo took her hand and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her with him. “Look, I know there’s something you’re dying to ask me -- something you’ve wanted to ask since the day you left. And I want to get this over with so we can move on. So, ask me.”

Aev gaped at him, wondering how he knew, but when she tried to catch his eyes they flicked away, filled with shame and she sighed, biting her lip, not sure if she was ready to know.

“Why did you cheat, Valdo?” she asked, her voice a tremulous whisper, filled with all the heartbreak, all the pain that question had brought her over the years, and once it had left her lips it was like dam bursting. “Why? I know you loved me then and that’s what made it hurt all the worse. So why?”

Again his gaze fell to her hand still clutched in his, like a lifeline.

“I’ve asked myself that same question so many times, and Aev, it took me a couple years of therapy to even fucking admit it to myself,” he murmured. “You’re right. I loved you. I’ve always loved you. I loved you so goddamned much it terrified me. My whole fucking life I got whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it… except you.”

He looked up then, the pain in his emerald eyes was sincere. “I didn’t feel worthy of you and I was terrified that I’d lose you sooner or later, and rather than keep waiting for that day, I sabotaged it myself. I pushed you away when it was the last thing I ever wanted. And I never want to put either of us through that again. I’m so sorry.”

His last words were a broken whisper and Aevryn realized they both had tears running down their cheeks as she leaned in, her breath catching.

“Promise me,” she breathed. “Promise me you’ll never intentionally hurt me like that again.”

There was no hesitation as he answered, closing the gap to her waiting lips.

“I promise.”

Never had a kiss tasted so sweet in her life as in that moment and Aevryn pulled him closer, her hands twisting and tangling in his curls until they were both on the bed, pressed together, legs tangled, barely parting to breathe.

Finally, panting, Valdo pulled back, pressing his forehead to Aev’s. “As much as I would love to continue this to its logical destination, I think -- we should stop here -- for now.”

“What, are you afraid of Yennefer’s wrath?” she teased, shifting to her back and pulling Valdo with her til he was draped over her, nuzzled into the crook of her neck as she held him close.

“Oh I am deathly afraid of Yennefer’s wrath,” he answered. “Besides, we have all the time in the world to get reacquainted,” he mused, brushing his lips against her jaw, “after we make things right with your friends.”

Aevryn sighed, the worry she’d held at bay rushing back to the forefront of her mind now that she’d managed to settle most of the things she’d wanted to with Valdo. “You make a compelling argument,” she admitted, instinctively running her fingers through his thick curls -- an action she used to do to soothe herself long ago. “Did you mean it when you said you would do anything for me?”

At her words Valdo pushed himself up so he could look her in the face, his expression achingly tender.

“Of course I did, love. I will probably never be bosom friends with Jaskier, but I know he is… important to you and I promise I will do everything in my power to mend this rift and be civil in his presence, for you.”

“What if I fucked up and our friendship is broken beyond repair?” she whispered, her eyes seeking his for reassurance.

“Didn’t you think that we were broken beyond repair once?” he asked pointedly.

“Good point,” she replied, a bark of a laugh, thick with emotion breaking through.

“But hey, let’s save this worry for tomorrow at least?” Valdo murmured, stroking her face gently, his fingers brushing over her lips. “You need a good night's rest, and I for one feel like I haven’t had one of those since, well, since the last night we spent together.”

——

Pacing her room, Yennefer picked up her phone and set it down several times. Each time she thought about texting Geralt, she decided against it, the words never sounding good enough.

“Ugh, I shouldn’t even be texting him these things. This is an in-person type of conversation, and certainly not one to be having in the midst of this crisis,” she muttered, sitting down heavily on the plush bed; unconsciously running her hand over the silken sheets. Of course Valdo fucking Marx would pick the ritziest hotel to stay at in Milwaukee.

Speaking of Valdo Marx, Yennefer wondered what he and Aevryn were talking about at that moment, or if her friend had succumbed to her baser instincts, as so often tended to happen when that curly haired bastard was involved.

“They better be working shit out,” she growled, looking at her phone again before tossing it away and grabbing the tv remote for some sort of distraction.

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“Jask,” you ventured, hesitantly placing your hand on his arm.

Surprisingly he stirred, pulling his face from the van window to look at you, his face haggard and eyes dark rimmed with sorrow.

“Hey,” he croaked -- the first thing he’d said all night. The sun was now high in the overcast sky.

“Hey,” you replied, smiling softly; your hand at his arm reaching to stroke the side of his face. Instinctively he leaned into your touch, and your heart fluttered hopefully. “Would you like to talk about it?” you asked, unsure if it would help at all, or if he’d even want to, but you needed to remind him that you were there for him.

He blinked several times, his stormy blue eyes wavering, fixing on something in the distance as the scenery flew by out the window. “Talk about what?” he asked, his voice empty.

“Whatever you want,” you offered, taking his hand and squeezing it.

“Hmm,” Jaskier grunted softly, a good impression of Geralt before falling back into silence.

“Why don’t you tell me about how you met Aev?” you said instead, trying a different tactic.

He opened his mouth before frowning, brows furrowing as if in recollection. For a moment you didn’t think he was going to speak, but then he did.

“We were mates in high school,” he began, his expression brightening for a fraction of a second. “Well, not until our last year. We were made partners for a project,” he explained haltingly, as if the words were being dragged from him.

“It was something about medieval instruments, and she ended up buying this lute off ebay and I played it…” he trailed off, shaking his head slightly before his eyes darkened. “She always was closer to Valdo than me, I should have known she’d go back to him, given the choice,” he muttered bitterly. “She always said no one knew him like her.”

“Jaskier,” you murmured, brushing his hair from his eyes. “Didn’t she grow up with him?”

He snorted again. “...Yeah, but… I just don’t understand [Y/N]. How could she go back to him after how he treated her? You never saw what it was like after they broke up. I was there for her. I helped her put herself back together again.”

You grimaced, this was having the opposite effect of what you wanted. You were trying to calm him, not rile him up again.

“Jaskier, I know I can’t speak for her, and the fact that she kept this from you was not fair, and you are totally valid for being upset. But perhaps there is more to it than you can see right now. I think you need to have an open honest conversation with her and let her explain her side, because I have a feeling she didn’t do this to hurt you. There must be more to this, especially if Yennefer was okay with it...”

A long sigh left Jaskier’s parted lips and he squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his hands to his eyelids. “...You’re right [Y/N],” he murmured finally.

“Hey,” your soft voice brought him out of his shell and he pulled his hands from his face to look up at you. “Jaskier, you are an amazing friend, and anyone that cannot see that is a fool. And I truly think that you’ll be able to work things out with Aevryn.”

He shrugged halfheartedly, but a small smile curved his lips. “You really think so?”

“Of course I do!” you replied earnestly. “And you are so loved.” He let you pull him into a tight embrace, his arms snaking around your waist as he snuggled closer.

“I love you so much Jaskier,” you murmured against his unruly hair, sticking up in odd places after being curled up in the van for so long.

“I love you too [Y/N],” he whispered back, squeezing you tighter. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

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