#just. very summery k

[chamaleonsoul]

[peachessndreamss]

Thunderstruck

Summery : When a scorching hot summer a thunderstorm wakes you and Eddie and gets the two of you worked up

Characters : Eddie Munson x fem!reader. no use of y/n

Warnings : explicit sexual content including, oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v sex, canon typical drug use

Word count : 3.2 k

A/N : Previously posted on my now deleted page. Honestly just re-sharing because I still love this idea and this character. And I'm willing the summer to start here.

Is there anything sweeter than a summer thunderstorm? The weather had been oppressively hot for two weeks now, the grass was dead and yellow with the lack of rain and the soil in every flower bed deeply cracked and dusty. The town pool was full to bursting every day of the week with children and adults alike trying to escape the heat. 

Eddie's home often became so hot in the day it was physically impossible to stay inside for more than a few minutes without feeling like you were being cooked alive in an oversized tin can. You’d spend the hours of sunshine sitting outside on old and creaking sun loungers listening to music on Eddie’s stereo, reading or dozing. Eddie would strip down to his boxers and stretch out his slim, pale body in the shade but only after you’d smothered him in sunscreen and he was so greasy with it he looked like a professional wrestler. 

At night the trailer was a little cooler, but still every window needed to be flung open wide to coax in the almost non-existent cool breeze that danced on the warm night air. You’d sleep under a thin, cotton sheet, as anything else would have been too uncomfortable and even then, with Eddie running hot, he often abandoned the sheet all together and just slept naked and uncovered. 

It had been an easy Saturday, nothing to be achieved and nowhere for either of you to be. Band practice had been cried off due to the heat and D&D wasn’t until Tuesday so you and Eddie had spent the day on the sun loungers. Eddie was re-reading The Hobbit, his copy battered and bent at the spine from the many times it had been opened and poured over. He would read his favourite parts aloud to you, giving every character their own distinct voice, he’d read it so many times now he was reciting it from memory rather than reading. 

After a dinner of take away pizza enjoyed outdoors with Uncle Wayne before he headed off for his shift , and a few joints to see the day home, you and Eddie had climbed into his bed, laying as far apart as possible as to not make each other warmer than necessary. 

It was very early in the morning when you were woken up, the room was still dark, not even a hint of the dawn in the darkness so it was the sound that had disturbed you and after listening for a few seconds you heard it again, the deep, rolling roar of thunder. It lasted for as long as 10 seconds before fading into a heavy silence. Then the rain started, a gentle plink-plonk at first but within moments it was a downpour. Heavy rain drops slamming into the roof of the trailer and bouncing back up only to fall again. Then another rumble of thunder and a flash of bright white lightning. 

“Eddie,” you whispered, grabbing at his arm and tugging gently, “Eddie, wake up,”.

Eddie snorted and shifted onto his back, turning his head and squinting at you. 

“Was it?” he grunted, confused and upset by being woken up. His nose scrunched up and his eyes struggled to open. 

“Listen,” you insisted quietly, grabbing hold of his forearm. His skin was hot to touch and clammy. 

It took him a few seconds to realise what you were talking about, as he listened, his brows unfurrowed and his eyes eased open. He cocked his head to one side, the tangle of curls under his head crackling on the fabric of his pillow. 

“It’s raining?” he asked, glancing at you. 

“It’s a thunderstorm,” you replied with a grin. 

“Awesome,” he said with a grin as he sat up and flung himself off the bed and across the small room to the window, yanking back the light curtain and taking in the scene. 

The sky seemed to glow dark red and stormy grey, the clouds low and flat, hanging over the town like a wet blanket. The rain that was falling was fast and heavy and the clattering, pattering sounds it made caused a shiver to run up Eddie’s spine. Suddenly there was a deafening roll of thunder, so loud it felt like it was happening inside your head, it was followed only a second later by a fork of lightning that illuminated the whole sky as it raced toward the ground. 

“Shit, that’s close,” Eddie said over the sound of the rain. 

“It’s so cool,” you replied, standing next to him at the window. 

The air outside was now much cooler and it whipped into the open window, bringing with it a smattering of rain. Eddie slipped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him. The two of you watched three more lightning strikes, Eddie was certain that the last one must have hit his favourite picnic bench because the strike had been so close. 

You were now a little bored with the weather and your attention turned to the man standing beside you. You turned your head and placed a gentle kiss on his jaw, then another soft kiss on his cheek before bringing one hand up his naked back and shifting his curls away from his ear so you could kiss the lobe of his ear. You felt Eddie shudder and watched his eyes close as you let your lips linger on such a sensitive spot for him. 

"It's cooler now isn't it?" You said softly, turning your whole body so your front was now at his side, you placed one hand on his stomach, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin and the slight rasp of the hair that led down to his groin. 

"Yeah, a bit," Eddie swallowed as your hand moved a little lower down his stomach. 

You moved your head forward and snuggled into Eddie's neck, catching the smell of his sweat from his hair and his skin as you dragged your teeth against the soft skin. 

"Let's go back to bed Eddie," you mewled, your hand slipping even lower on his stomach, feeling the distinct change in his body hair, from the loose curls of his happy trail to the tighter and coarser curls of his pubic hair. 

Eddie swallowed hard, his cock already hardening and thickening at your touch. In less than an inch you'd be able to wrap your hand around the root of his dick and find him so ready to fuck. While the weather had been as hot and uncomfortable as it had been sex had been completely off the menu, neither of you liking the idea of any additional physical exercise than was strictly necessary. 

Eddie grabbed hold of your wrist before you reached the apex of his thighs and brought your wrist up to his mouth, biting gently at the soft underside of your wrist where a few delicate veins rose up from under your skin, almost imperceptible to the eye but Eddie knew they were there and how it made you squirm when they were touched. 

A thrill of pleasure ran around your naked body as his teeth caressed the delicate skin at your wrist before he kissed it softly. 

"Bed please, my love," he whispered before letting your wrist go and giving you a little bump with his hip in the direction of the bed. 

You smiled sweetly as you slipped out of his embrace and stepped back to the bed. Climbing on the end of the bed, glancing back over your shoulder while on all fours, finding Eddie watching you with his mouth open and a hungry look in his eyes. 

"Like this?" You asked, wiggling your hips from side to side. 

Eddie shook his head as he started to gather up his curls into an elastic he kept around his wrist. 

"On your back baby," he replied as he tightened the bun at the back of his head.

You grinned, feeling your body’s Pavlovian response to seeing his hair tied back like that as you flipped over onto your back in the centre of the small bed, your head resting on the pillow as Eddie positioned himself comfortably between your thighs. He'd settled himself with his cock trapped between his stomach and the mattress so when the mood took him he could grind down on the mattress. 

He ran his tongue over his lips as he looked up at your face, one of his forearms slipping around your thigh and lifted it onto his shoulder, your foot now resting on his back. His other hand pushed your other thigh aside, pushing your sex open for him. He made a sound of appreciation deep in his chest before he used two fingers to spread your slick lips open, exposing you even more intimately, giving him unlimited access to your clit, your entrance and with a tilt of your hips he'd have access to your tight asshole too. But right now, Eddie only had one thing on his mind. 

"Hey sweetheart," he cooed softly, dipping his head forward and placing a soft, closed lip kiss just above your clit.

"I've missed you," he continued in a soft, lilting voice, placing another kiss just below your clit. 

You made a soft purring sound, lifting your hips up a little, urging him to get to the main event. Eddie chuckled and gave you a very gentle slap on the thigh. 

“Don't rush me," he insisted, lifting his head to speak to you, "we need to get reacquainted and she's shy," he added before touching the pad of his thumb to your clit, the sudden direct contact making you jerk your hips off the bed and your hands claw at the bedsheet. 

"See?" He said with a grin as he cocked his eyebrow at you, "she's skittish,". 

Eddie returned his attention to your pussy and continued his slow torture, kissing around your clit, occasionally giving a small lick either side but never touching it directly. In what felt like hours to you, but was only 2 minutes in reality Eddie had you rocking and twisting your hips, trying to force him to give you the contact you wanted. 

"Eddie please, please please," you moaned as your hands fisted at the bedsheet. 

Eddie chuckled softly, rubbing his chin against the thigh he had hooked over his shoulder. 

"Needy, needy girl," he whispered sweetly before finally kissing your clit. 

The bud was tight and thumping in time with your heartbeat and Eddie's wet mouth created an explosion of pleasure and pain as the thousands of nerve endings were stimulated in unison. You gave a strangled cry, bucking your hips up and bringing one of your hands down on the back of Eddie's head, holding him in place, rocking your hips against his open mouth, feeling the hot, wetness of his tongue as he danced it over and around your clit. There was no consistency to his movements yet so while pleasure rolled around your body you knew he wasn't trying to make you come yet. He was still holding back. 

You moaned and bucked again, pushing Eddie's head down harder, feeling the press of his nose into your pubic mound. 

"Eddie, fuck, Eddie," you groaned as you noticed for the first time the slow, undulating movements of his lower body. 

You lifted your head up and watched his hips pressing and grinding down against the mattress, the muscles in his bare ass popping as he rolled his hips and clenched his glutes and thighs. The sight of him fucking at the mattress sent your body and mind spiraling as you dropped back onto the pillow and moaned loudly, your whole body suddenly more alive than ever. 

Eddie's tongue was now constantly licking at your clit, his lips fixed around it  creating a hot, wet seal around the bud. Eddie let you buck and grind and hold his face down all you needed until you finally reached your peak. Your voice disappeared for a few seconds as you felt nothing but hot pleasure rushing around your body.

As your muscles clenched and stars exploded behind your eyes a streak of lightning raced across the sky, turning the room as bright as your body felt for a few seconds. Your hand released Eddie's head and he moved a little, not enough to break contact but to ease up on your clit, stopping the intense licking and changing back to soft kisses to draw out your climax until you were shaking and writhing, nothing but soft mewling noises coming from your mouth.

"Oh god," you moaned softly as Eddie moved his kisses to the inside of your thighs, his eyes travelling up your body to your face. 

"That was so cool baby," he whispered, "you came so hard there was lightning,". 

You gave a soft laugh, lifting your head to look at the sweet man between your legs, he was looking up at you, his big brown eyes looking soft and loving. 

"Get up here and fuck me," you said, twisting a curl of his hair that had fallen loose around your finger. 

"Fuck yeah baby," Eddie replied as he clambered up, crawling up your body, pushing your thighs apart and bringing his hard cock right to your waiting entrance.

You were both beyond ready so Eddie sank into you easily, placing his hands on your thighs and drawing them up his body so you cradled him either side of his chest. He rested with his forearms either side of your head and kissed you deeply and he pressed his hips forward, filling your body with his, making you whole and creating a passionate fusion of your two bodies and your two souls. 

You broke away from his mouth and moaned his name, your hands clutching at his back, your nails digging deep and leaving red marks in his alabaster skin. Eddie hissed at the burn of your nails in his flesh but the hiss quickly turned to a laugh as he dipped his head and licked up the column of your neck to your chin before kissing you again, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he drew his hips back before driving forward again.

You broke away from his lips, taking a deep gasping breath as the head of Eddie's cock hit right against your g-spot. As the lights burst behind your closed eyes the sky seemed to shake with a huge rumble of thunder, it was so loud and so close it felt like it might have made the trailer shake but it was hard to tell if the shaking was the weather, or Eddie as he picked up his pace. 

He moves from drawing out and pushing forward to grinding, keeping his cock buried deeply inside you and rocking his hips back and forth, meaning he was able to constantly stimulate you internally as well as externally, your clit now being rubbed by the muscles of Eddie's pelvis. You clawed at Eddie's back, crying out as you felt your second climax starting to build deep inside your belly. 

"Eddie, oh God, Eddie," you breathed. 

You moved your hands from his back to his face. Catching his cheeks between your hands and bringing his face close to yours, pressing your foreheads together. His face was sweaty and so was yours, your two sweats mingling on your skin. 

You felt so completely connected to him it was overwhelming, Eddie was everywhere and, in that moment, he was everything as well. The intimacy of it all aided in pushing you over the edge very quickly, your orgasm burst outward with the power of an exploding star. Your legs gripping Eddie's chest and your arms dragging his upper body closer to yours so it was impossible to tell who skin was who's. 

With a stuttering and guttural cry, taken by surprise by your suddenly gripping, milking pussy Eddie came, hard and deep. Filling you up as another rumble of thunder and flash of lightning split the sky. 

The two of you seem to float, for a while, suspended in space and time, your bodies both corporeal and ethereal, human and divine. You come back to the sound of the pattering rain and the tickle of Eddie's curls, the weight of his body feels safe and the heat of his skin feels comforting. 

"Eddie baby?" You said softly, stroking your fingers down his spine. 

"Yeah?" He mumbled, his face pressed deep into the space beside your neck. 

"You okay?". 

"Baby," Eddie sighed, lifting himself up to look at your face, "that was the best," he grinned. 

You giggled, more of the physical sensations of post sex coming back to you. An ache in your hips, a stretch between your thighs, and warm wetness on your thighs. 

"It was good," you agreed. 

"I think we should always have sex when there's a thunderstorm," he said sleepily as he moved, withdrawing his softening cock from you and flopping down beside, patting a spot on his chest where he wanted you to put your head. 

You wriggled toward him and placed your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around your body and the two of you kissed deeply. 

"I feel like we just conceived the anti-Christ or something," you said with a giggle. 

Eddie scoffed and shook his head. 

"Don't even joke," he replied, kissing the top of your head tenderly. 

The rain seemed to be slowing and the rumbles of thunder sounded further away, the storm seemed to be rolling on, maybe waking up other young lovers as it went. 

Eddie dropped off to sleep after a few minutes, his body and mind completely relaxed and satisfied. You stayed awake a little longer, the day was getting lighter by the second and Eddie's features were being revealed to you in glorious golden morning hues. You were contemplating how much he looked like an angel from a painting when you dropped off to sleep yourself. 

The two of you woke up a second time when Wayne came home from his shift with paper bags of hot and greasy breakfast food. The three of you sat around the small table and ate. Wayne was tired from his shift and you and Eddie were dozy from being up half the night enjoying each other's bodies. The day after the storm was cooler, the air fresher. The plants seemed to be greener and the sky bluer and even the people seemed more friendly, Eddie's usually sullen neighbour greeting you when you stepped out of the trailer to find your rain soaked sneakers. 

Eddie brought his guitar out that day and he sat beside you on the same sun lounger and strummed chords, humming tunes and making up nonsense songs. Songs about his D&D campaign, songs about summer, songs about love, and one about passionate nights while lightning splits the sky. 

Hearing him recount the night before in his deep, rich singing voice sent shivers down your spine. 

"You're not sharing that one with the band are you?" You asked as he came up with a lyric about how the sound of the thunder was second to the sounds you make when he’s inside you.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head. 

"This one's just for you and me baby,".

[purplelupins]

Sugar Sugar

|The Black Phone|

Part I Part II

Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Fem!reader

Summery:

A couple months after Albert had snapped and finally gotten reader, she left for college…and all seemed to be going so well up until he pays her a visit.

Warnings: stalking, age gap, jealousy, toxic relationship, unclear intentions, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, overstimulation, pantie stealing, kidnapping, little bit of feelings, lowkey voyeurism, creampie, swearing, manipulation.

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE WITH ANY OF MY STUFF

Notes:SURPRISE!! a year later and we have a part two!! This is dedicated to my dearest friend @wayward-persephone. Happy birthday you beautiful, talented soul. This is for you 🤍

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If there was one thing you had learned about Albert Shaw, it was that he didn’t like to share.

It had been a month since you left for College, and Albert hadnt taken the change well. He had grown accustomed to seeing you everyday when he pleased, and he had so very nearly persuaded you to stay...to forget about your dreams and any future career you thought you might have...but he hadn’t quite gotten you.

Not yet.

He had played with your hair as you sat in his lap one afternoon in his office. “Why do you need college anyway? Statistically, most people don’t even use their degrees, honey.”

But you were adamant.

It would have been so easy to just drag you into his van and make you disappear from the world, but

You were his sweet little bunny, and he had engrained that in you so well, perhaps you just didnt realize how much you belonged to him yet, and that was alright, he could wait. he was old, and he knew a thing or two about patience.

Albert pulled into the college parking lot and gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white and his teeth hurt from clenching his jaw so tight. One month.

God he had missed you... needed you. Not that he hadnt seen you of course- he had indeed seen you, you just didnt know he saw you. countless nights of driving for hours just to sit outside your dorm window and watch you sleep. On more than one occasion he had attempted to sneak inside the campus but he had to appreciate the amount of security there- at least he knew that his girl was safe from anyone else trying to sneak in like him. he knew what college life was like; he had been young too. He knew all about how good girls became whores so fast without being under their parents gaze and how young men sought out any warm cunt they could to sow their seed...disgusting the lot of them. But he knew he had trained you well.

dumbed you down just right, and made you reliant on him...knew he was the one who could make you cum, and who would make you feel special. because you were. you were his, and that was very special.

Of course he wished that guard hadn’t stopped him so that he might sneak into your dorm room and slip into your bed to use your sleeping body…but alas he was denied.

It was chillier now, and Albert shrugged his cardigan on over his shirt as he strode across the parking lot.

He knew you werent expecting you, but he also knew you would be in your dorm cleaning until 3:30 that day... some study group you had joined was meeting and he knew he only had so long to see you. But regardless of if you had to go or not...he would see you.

As soon as he opened the door to the building, he swore he could smell you. Perhaps it was just his vivid memory, but as he strode to the reception, he ran his tongue over his teeth and he could even taste you. He could feel his pupils dilate at the very thought of how sweet you were when you came into his mouth. How you grabbed at him and whined and whimpered...

So fucking sweet...like sugar.

Albert asked the guard at the desk which room you were in, and it was easy enough to convince the man he was your father- Al was well aware that your family hadn’t come to see you yet- he had heard you talking to a friend one night on the phone.

Plus, the staff knew his face- he had been the one to move you there after all, not your family.

He smirked at the memory; remembering how he had knocked on your front door and your father had answered and looked so pleased.

Of course, your father knew Albert by that time- your he had come to your work numerous times to check on his baby girl, and Al had so happily greeted the man while you stood there with a blanched face. Your poor father had no idea that Al had just finished filling your young pussy with his cum and that it was now slowly dripping down your thighs under your skirt. He remembered how your father had invited him to your family's summer barbecue, and how elated he had been when Al accepted. His daughter's boss coming to their house? This was a big deal.

So when Albert showed up, van and all to move you two hours away, free of charge, you father had almost exploded with gratitude and pride for you. He had called you to the door and beamed at you- he had no idea what a fantastic impression you had made on your boss...he was so proud of you.

There was something about having your family so obliviously accepting of him that made the devil in him purr. He had loaded up the few things you had decided to take into his van, and watched as you nervously climbed into the passanger side. You had both waved to your weeping parents, but as soon as you were down the block and out of their view, Albert's warm hand was on your thigh, dragging that long skirt up you leg and bunching it around your hips so he could stroke your flesh. You had jumped and tried to push his hand away lest someone see...but he had just laughed and pulled off into a quiet parking lot. He had you in his lap before the engine was off; his hands had been in your hair, pulling you tight against his chest as his tongue licked into your soft mouth. "I’m gonna miss you, bunny." he had rasped, "Gotta make this trip count, right?" The sound of his belt unbuckling had made you shiver in his arms.

His eye twitched at the memory of it.

By the time he had your boxes in your dorm, he had made you cum three times. Albert needed you to remember who you belonged to; he didnt care if you could walk. He wouldn’t let you leave his sight without knowing very well that he could trust you…and in the back of your mind, you were aware of that.

His possessiveness worried you sometimes. You didn’t even feel comfortable going to the movies with a friend, lest he find out and torture you the next time. And Albert always found out. He knew everything; while that was charming and sweet sometimes…it was uncomfortable at times too. Al had immersed himself into your life like an infestation and if you wanted him out, you'd have to burn everything to the ground. Possibly including yourself.

He was everywhere all at once.

Al turned down the hall and found your dorm easily, his breathing came faster and faster as he got closer to your door. The anticipation was making his fingers tingle; he could hear light music playing and he smiled to himself when he recognized it. It was song that had come on the radio one night as he had driven you home from work and he had noticed you swaying to it. He had bought you the record the next day...you were thinking of him...

Of course she is.

The idea of you thinking of him was enough to make him sway on his feet.

Albert knocked on the door four times, and waited.

"One second!" He heard you call, and he felt his pulse jump.

A moment later, you were opening the door, and he watched you freeze.

You stared up at the man you knew so well and felt your eyes go wide. Your pulse quickened and your skin flushed at the sheer sight of him

"Albert." You murmured in shock.

He grinned, his canines showing off nicely.

"Surprise, kiddo." Came that voice that made a shiver chase your vertebras. Albert ate up your appearance and clenched his fists to not grab you right there. Your hair was a mess and your only had on a crewneck you had gotten from the school over your jeans.

Adorable.

"C’mere." He opened his arms and relished in you stepping into them. He felt your arms wrap around his waist, and you buried your face into his thick chest as he in turn buried his face into your hair and breathed in. Albert noted that you smelled a little different, but it was still you. He made a mental note to steal a few panties while he was there since the ones he had snatched before now smelled more of him that you.

“Miss me?" he rumbled, and he felt you nod against his chest.

"Mhm. I- I had no idea you were coming..." you mumbled as you pulled away and he tucked some hair behind your ear.

He watched your eyes go all bright and fluttery as you stared up at him.

"Yeah well...I missed my favourite girl." Albert cupped your cheek and you melted into his touch, but you jumped away when you heard some footsteps coming down the hall.

The action stabbed at Albert’s heart and jealously began to poison his head.

Was she embarassed by me?

The older man looked down the hall, and saw that it was two girls who looked to be around you age; they smiled as they saw you.

"Hey y/n! Didn't know your dad was coming to visit you." One chirped and the other nodded.

Ah.

Albert smirked internally.

You wanted to curl in on yourself. They had no idea this man had made your body do things you didnt even know were possible. You looked at Albert pleadingly and he slowly realized why you were panicking...because if they ever met your father they would question who he was…and that would rouse a plethora of questions.

Perhaps if Al was a better man he would have corrected them and told them that he was just a friend…but Albert Shaw was not a good man. And he was feeling particularly sadistic.

"Yeah, I thought I’d surprise her. Nice to meet you girls." Albert grinned and watched them pass.

They blushed and giggled when they were past and Albert’s face fell.

Whores.

You rubbed a hand over your face and sighed out a laugh.

"Come in." You stood aside, and smiled sheepishly.

Albert shared your smile, albeit more predatory, and passed you; he waited until your door was closed before he grabbed you hand and pulled you to him. At the quickness of his actions, you squeaked, but the sound was covered by his mouth as he kissed you fiercely. The other man’s tongue slipped into your mouth and smoothed against yours. He pushed you up against the door and locked it blindly- need taking over him. His huge hand wove into your hair and held you still- a low groan emitted from him when he felt your soft lips move against his.

His warm breath huffed against your cheeks, and you felt as I’ve he was consuming you through his every touch, let alone his kiss. Albert picked you up and had you wrap your legs around his waist in an effort to have you closer. He needed more. So much more. Albert ground his hardening cock into your crotch, and smirked to himself when you moaned helplessly into his mouth, small hands grabbing at his shoulders and hips moving against his like he taught you to.

"A-Al-" You gasped as he released your mouth and kissed messily down your neck. Goosebumps springing up his lips’s wake.

"I know bunny, I know… I got you.” He rasped, and pulled you away from the door before dumping you down onto your small bed.

The record you had been listening to was still playing, and Albert was everywhere, and your head was getting dizzier, and dizzier by the second. It had been a month since you saw him and while you werent a particularly needy person, he had left a gaping hole in you. He had made you addicted to him; the way he held you and spoke to you and fucked you.

He had you in the palm of his hand. all he needed to do was close his fist.

Albert shucked off his jacket and connected your mouths again; unbuckling his belt, and unzipping your jeans and tugging them down all in a flurry. When the cool air snuck up your bare legs, you shivered again. Albert took notice and pecked your lips once before nuzzling your nose with his.

"Don’t worry, I’ll warm my girl up." He rumbled and you blushed even harder at his insinuation. Albert’s rough hands collected yours in one palm and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, while the other pulled his cock out and ran the tip through your slick folds. The slow drag of the leaking tip made you whimper at the contact after so long of relying on your fingers- just like he had showed you.

Albert tsked you and hummed, "Awe I’m sorry...I know. Its been too long. I’ll take care of you, bunny. just hold still."

You were so soaked that he slipped the head in far too easily, and you choked on your breath. The sudden stretch was painful, and you felt tear prick at your ears as your body adjusted. Albert groaned and dipped his face into your neck as he pushed and pulled until he was fully sheathed inside you. There was a bulge in your tummy when he sat fully inside you, and the sight of it when you look down made you clench unconsciously. You whimpered and your body began rolling your hips, needing him to move. And he was eager to oblige. The older man quickened the slow thrusts, and began hammering into you- all need and possession.

Your body bouched under him as the three his weight into fucking you, each thrust striking your clit steadily. Albert’s hold on you almost tightened in tandem with your body and he revelled in it.

“That’s my girl, look at you…” He purred, his head spinning from your rosy cheeks and heavy eyelids, “…You still fucking blush for me…” he mused as his pace slowed for a moment to enjoy how you went even redder.

You looked away, embarrassed that you were indeed a flushed mess; you bit your lip to stay quiet, but it couldn’t hide you mewling and gasping.

Mine.

Albert could feel himself get closer and he gave into his selfishness and began rutting into you without abandon. There was only the muffled noises of your cries and the smack of his flesh on yours in the small room. He didn’t even try to hide it as people passed by outside, and the depraved side of him was hoping those girls from before would hear them and know what he’s doing to her. He hoped it would make them stay away from his bunny…he didn’t want her surrounded by sluts anyways. And if she was lonely, she was more likely to come home to him.

All mine…my bunny.

He was close. You felt Al throb inside you and his warm breath on your neck as he chased his orgasm. Albert’s thrusts grew sloppy and lost their rhythm, then he pushed forward into you, and you sobbed into his shoulder when you felt the tip of his cock press up against your cervix as he came. The bulge in your tummy grew warmer, and you felt as if you might melt into a puddle. His cum filled you, and some began to leak out past the tight seal of cock.

He growled into your hair, and ground his shaft against your g-spot, eliciting a surprised gasp from you at the intense stimulation.

“You thought I wouldn’t make you cum, bunny?” He smirked, exhausted. “You thought I forgot how to take care of you, hm?”

Your eyes went wide.

“I- I don- “ you couldn’t even keep at thought together when he lifted his shirt for his tummy to grind down onto your clit better, and he rolled his hips against you.

“Christ, you’re all dumb already, hm? I think my girl missed me.” He teased you, grinning wolfishly at your fucked-out form.

You nodded, not caring what he said; you could feel yourself tighten more and mor. You could feel a moan build in your chest. You gently grabbed the back of his neck and tried to bring him down to your lips. He resisted for a moment. “Ah ah, what do we say?” He had you hanging by a threat and he was going to soak up every moment while he could.

You sobbed quietly.

“Please!” You gasped when he ground particularly hard into you.

“Atta girl.” He praised you and dipped his head down to kiss you. You latched onto his lips eagerly and whimpered with need as he continued his ministrations. Albert hummed contently at your desperation for him, then he pulled away after a moment and spoke against your lips, “You’re almost there, cmon…” he encouraged you.

You could barely think after the kiss, and nodded. You felt yourself give in to the scorching heat inside you, and you arched your back as you came. You felt a rush of liquid down your bare thighs as you forced some of Albert’s cum out of you.

“There you go…there’s my girl. Good girl.” He rasped against you, the rumbles in his chest making your even warmer than you were. The older man’s demanding energy never ceased to envelop you- consuming you mind and body like you were his property.

Albert kissed at your neck and slowly eased himself off of you, and watched his cum spill out of you as he pulled out. “Made a mess of my bunny…” he mused under his breath and he pushed his hair back from his face. Then he looked down at you, and he paused.

You were staring up at him so serenely. So fucked out that you probably couldn’t even form a coherent thought or idea.

Mine…

As your breathing finally returned to normal, you slowly eased yourself up from your bed and looked down at your legs where Albert was kneeling and kissing at your thighs. You watched him drag his tongue up a streak of your cum; as if he felt your eyes on his, he looked up at you, and smirked devilishly.

“There’s my pretty girl.” He cooed.

“Hi...” You said shyly, while you squirmed and twitched at his touches- your skin already so sensitive.

Albert placed one last kiss to your thigh then knelt down on the floor to look at you as you sat up. “What do you say if I take you out for a bit?” He rubbed your ankle gently, knowing his touch made your brain melt.

To his pleasure, you nodded with a dazed, shy smile, “Yes please.”

“Alright…let’s get you dressed. Can’t have you catching cold can we?” He stood slowly and winced at the pain in his knees; groaning at his back.

As you righted yourself and came back from the washroom after cleaning the mess between your legs, you saw Albert perched on the edge of your bed, playing with one of your stuffed animals. It was a little childish but they made you feel safe. For a man you knew could be brutal and cunning and possessive, he looked so soft with such an innocent object in his large, calloused hands.

You suddenly wondered if he had any when he was growing up…he had divulged very little about his younger life…but a few details about the cruelty of his father slipped by. You knew he didn’t have it easy…

Your heart stung. Wordlessly, your crossed the room to him, and crawled into his lap, not caring that you were sore. Albert watched you climb onto him, and was about to make a comment, but then you nuzzled your face into his neck, and breathed in, and he kept quiet.

“I missed you, Al…” came your soft voice from his hair.

Something in his chest tugged.

“I know…I missed you too, sweetheart.” He rasped, and pet your hair.

You both sat there for a moment- the carnal need for each other out of your systems for the time being.

“How’s Samson?” You asked as you reluctantly pulled yourself away and tugged on a new pair of panties since the ones you had been wearing were missing all of a sudden.

“Howling for you.” Albert laughed. It was true. Samson knew you gave him the best treats and a month without you might have been even harder on him than on Al.

You nodded, then tried to hide your smile as you reached into one of your storage drawers and pulled out a large bag of treats. Albert barked out a laugh.

She’s incorrigible…

“I hope it’s okay…I found them in a shop here and thought of him.” You fiddled with the seal on the bag and looked down.

Albert shook his head, that signature half smirk pulling at his lips, “You’re too sweet, you know that?” And took the bag from you.

You waved him off and pulled on a skirt, and a new shirt that didn’t have cum on it. “It’ll make me happy to know he’s not howling.”

You tugged your shoes on and Albert wrapped his arms around your waist, “Is he the only one you thought of?” He rumbled, and noted that you instantly relaxed into his embrace.

Such a good girl…

“Al…” you gasped embarrassingly, and squirmed.

“What?” He chucked into your ear, “I thought of you, you know…”

You gasped when he nipped at your neck.

“I- well I just…I’m- you know I thought about you…” you felt him smirk, “And i-if you keep pushing I don’t think we’ll ever leave so…you know- just…” you tried so hard to be assertive and it failed so miserably, but Albert seemed to enjoy it as he kissed your head and was smiling as he came around you.

“Can’t blame an old man for asking.” He kissed your temple and handed you your jacket. “Now how about a milkshake and a slice of pie?” He opened the door, and let you walk out first.

You took a booth at the popular diner in town, and went to sit across from Albert, but he didn’t even give you the chance before he was tugging you into the booth beside him.

He scanned the menu, squinting at the small font, and made up his mind quickly.

You tried to hide your smile.

“Now why don’t you tell me what you’ve been learning so far?” He cooed and leaned his cheek into his hand as he watched you read.

You flushed agin. You were certain you’d never get used to his attention.

“Oh well most classes are just introductory right now…so nothing super interesting just-“

“Hi there folks, my name’s Harper I’ll be your server for today…what can I get for you?” A vibrant server came over to the two of you and you almost jumped when you saw her. You had been so used to being in the little bubble Albert seemed to make around you that someone popping it irked you.

Albert smiled at your startled form then looked up at the young woman. “A piece of cherry pie and a coffee for me, please.” He said. The young woman’s face flushed slightly, and you felt jealously rise in you. That was new…You knew Albert was handsome, and you trusted his claim that you were the apple of his eye, but that didn’t stop you from being a little possessive in your own way. You weren’t the most confident about yourself, knowing there were far more beautiful girls out there that could easily catch Albert’s eye-

“And what would your daughter like?”

The simple question made you freeze and look to Albert for help. You didn’t know what to say or if you should correct her. Evidently, Albert took a sick enjoyment from your discomfort and the perverted thoughts that swam comfortably in his head because of it.

Albert hid his wolfish grin, and covered it with a playful chuckle as he pulled you into him like a father might. “Go on then, kiddo. Dad can’t order for you forever.”

You stared down at your napkin like it might help you, but nothing happened. “J-just a strawberry milkshake please.” You murmured, still not looking up at the perfectly nice young woman.

“Sure thing- I’ll get those things out for you in a jiffy!” She chirped, and walked away with her paper in hand.

You still couldn’t look at Albert, though he seemed to have enjoyed the interaction thoroughly.

“Albert can you please make me disappear like one of your magic tricks?” You whispered, and covered your face with your hands when he laughed.

“C’mon now, sweetheart, it’s just a joke,” he kissed your hair, “You didn’t finish telling me about what you’re up to here.” He coaxed you to finally look up when he eased his hand over your thigh under the hem of your skirt.

“What’s wrong? Hm?” He teased you, and you just stared up at him helplessly as he moved his hand higher and higher until your lips dropped open; he passed the edge of your dampening panties, all the way to your very sensitive clit, and at the contact, you forgot how to breathe.

“Go on.” He prodded you.

Your lips felt dry and when you went to try speaking, you barley formed more than a few very discombobulated sentences.

You didn’t even notice Harper coming back with a smile on her face and tray in hand until Al looked past you and replaced his devilish grin with a pleasant expression.

“Here you are. Now just be careful of the pie it’s a bit hot. Oh, and I took the liberty of adding some cream to it…you strike me as the kind of man who might enjoy that.” She said as she put them down, and placed your milkshake down in front of you.

You might have made a comment to her about being more respectful and not flirt with the man she assumed was your father, but you decided against it. You would feel horrible after if you did, and she was harmless.

“Thank you so much.” Albert pulled you closer into his side and continued his petting of your clit as the young woman walked away.

“You think she knows?” He rasped in your ear, “That my cum is still dripping out of you? You think she knows I’m playing with your little pretty cunt?”

His depraved words made you shift and squirm. You gasped when he stroked over your clit- the friction from your panties over your recovering flesh making you twitch in your seat. “I don’t Um- I- ah!” You tried again, but when Al saw you about to speak he ran a finger down your slit between your puffy lips and your mind went blank.

“There she goes again…just an empty head.” he mused to himself as he watched your eyes glaze over while he toyed with your body right there in front of the half-full diner. He took a bite of his pie and groaned in his throat. “Almost as sweet as your cherry, kiddo.”

You fought with your brain to do your best to maintain your dignity and complete enough sentences to pretend that you were not being petted under the table, and seeing as no police were called, you managed.

Albert skillfully ate his pie and sipped at his coffee with one hand ; feeding you every other bite. A little red filling dropped down from your mouth onto your chin, and he couldn’t resist reaching over to you and swiping it away with his thumb before sucking it into his mouth. “Messy girl.” He hummed before returning to his coffee like nothing had happened.

Meanwhile you sipped mindlessly at your milkshake. You barely tasted it. Not when you were on the edge of another orgasm, which you pathetically fell over when he leaned over to you and kissed just below your ear.

“Come on pretty girl. Show your new town how well you cum for me.” He rasped lowly against your skin.

You bit down on your straw to hide your moan and you gripped his leg with your hand like a vice. Albert groaned deep in his chest when he felt the rush of wetness soaking your panties, and slowly took his hand away before sucking the two fingers into his mouth for a second.

“Such a good girl.” He said, and kissed your temple before giving you the last bite of pie.

The bill was brought to you and you didn’t even have time to glance at it before Albert had put down a $20 and was helping you up out of the booth onto your wobbly legs.

“Have a great afternoon!” The server’s voice called after you as Al lead you away and he sent her a wave of recognition; too busy trying to make sure you didn’t fall flat on your face. Your head felt disconnected from your body.

Albert -ever the gentleman- helped you into the van, and kissed your cheek. He climbed in beside you and pulled out with ease; you were still so boneless you didn’t even notice where you were going. He could have been driving to Canada for all you knew.

A comfortable silence enveloped you until Albert broke it.

“I was thinking, honey…why don’t you come back to Denver? You don’t seem very happy here.” He said, eyes on the road.

You blinked, and sighed; fidgeting with your hands. You had hoped he would have dropped the subject after you had officially left for college, but it seemed he was still focused on it. You hated any kind of confrontation, and sadly, he knew that.

“Well…I just…I know I probably will end up doing something else, but I guess I just want to have some kind of education…and it’s not for long.” You shrugged. It was the same conversation you had had with him months ago.

Albert gripped the wheel tight, “Don’t you miss me?” He asked, though his tone masked his rising temper.

“Of course I miss you…” You looked over at him, “So much.”

The older man pursed his lips and his eye twitched.

“Then what else do you need? Don’t you want to just wake up next to me and not have to torture yourself for years just to learn something you will probably forget?” He pushed, though his tone remained eerily gentle.

You were so focused on his words that you didn’t notice when he began to pull off the road.

It wasn’t until he parked the van that you finally looked around, and your brows scrunched up. “Al…where are we?”

There was a pause as he thought.

“Is there someone else?” He asked lowly, turning his body towards you and skipping over your question.

Your eyes went wide at the ludicrous insinuation. “Someone- No! No one…I don’t even really talk at all to anyone.” You offered honestly.

He sighed and shook his head. “So you’re staying?” His question was practically rhetorical.

“I am. At least for a year…if I hate it I’ll come back.” You nodded and smiled gently to reassure him.

Albert felt his anger start to rise and he turned away from you, running a hand through his hair.

He didn’t want “if”…he wanted you. He wanted you morning, afternoon and night and any other time after.

Albert sighed.

“Now why did you have to do that? Hm?” He turned to you.

You shook your head in confusion.

“A-Albert you’re scaring me…” there was a tremble in your voice and while Al had slowed down in his kidnappings and had truly enjoyed you…he had missed that nervousness. And hearing it in your voice was like a drug to him.

“You’re scared?” He asked. There was a lilt to his voice that you had only heard once before when he caught a spider and found out you were terrified.

Back then it was playful.

Now?…now it unsettled you. It was creepy and unnatural.

“Well…Yea…” you confessed, hands going cold all of a sudden.

There was a beat of silence, then he nodded. “Guess there’s not much use in dragging this out then.”

Everything happened so fast, but what you knew was your head stung, and your world went black and fuzzy.

You were dizzy and your temple throbbed. Your limbs all felt like lead while your neck felt like it was pumped with helium. All you felt was your limp body being moved and something rough tightening around your wrists- a tight, sticky feeling over your lips too.

Albert placed you in the back of his van, and tore a piece of duct tape over your pretty lips and bound your hands and feet. He tsked the blood dripping down your face from your head. “All you had to do was agree with me, bunny…now look at what you made me do.” He tittered.

You squirmed against him weakly as unconsciousness took you, and he chuckled at your fight. “Shh…I know you’re scared…I know you don’t loved me like I love you, bunny… but that’s okay. I did all this to get you…and I’m not going to let you leave now…I have just the place for you.”

You would learn to love him, Albert would make sure of it.

He had managed to trap this precious little bunny in his jaws, and he wasn’t about to just let her go.

Not when she was as sweet as can be.

Just like sugar.

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I'm Sorry Mommy

this is my first attempt at writing smut so im sorry if its bad haha

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader 

summery: a day out golfing dosent end well when y/n over hears something the boys are talking about.

warnings: oral,sub!Rafe, Rafe crying, kinda mean reader, fem!reader, dom!reader.

word count: 1,807

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y/n and rafe were at the country club golfing with topper and kelce. y/n isn't supper into golfing but she loves spending time with rafe so she's down for anything even if that meant standing in the hot sun while her boyfriend played his sport with his friends so be it.  

“Hey babe can you go get us some more drinks please?” Rafe asks her nicely while lining up for his swing. “Yeah of course.”she says, smiling at him and walking away. Before she can get to far though she hears topper and kelce laughing so she stops for a sec to hear what they say 

“Man rafe she's like your little bitch huh” kelce says slapping Rafes back then topper jumps in “oh bro i bet she's just worships you in bed and lets you use her” y/n narrows her eyes hoping rafe would change the topic because they both know whos in charge behind closed doors, but her hopes are proven useless as she hears “oh yeah man she's like the biggest slut in bed. I love it” leave her boyfriend's mouth. The boys let out some whoops. 

y/n finally goes up and gets their drinks, heading back to the boys, smiling as she hands topper and kelce's theirs, but when she turned her back to face rafe her smile dropped bringing his drink to her lips she takes a sip looking him straight in the eyes before spitting in his cup, smiling and handing it to him. The look on his face tell her, he knows that she heard him and that he was fucked.

The drive home was silent for the most part. Rafe looked over at y/n every once and awhile while she was looking out the window. He knew he was in trouble but he didnt know how he was gonna be punished and that scared him.

After Rafe pulled into his driveway and turned off the truck they sat there in silence for a couple minutes before he tried to speak “baby-” but he's cut off by y/n  “go upstairs to your room and strip.”  she turns to him, grabbing his face making him look at her. Oh god she does not look happy. Rafe thought to himself  “and dont you fucking dare touch yourself” she stated before shoving his face away and getting out of the truck. Rafe doesn't say anything as he gets out and follows her inside not wanting to make his punishment worse. 

As he heads to the stairs he notices y/n heading for the kitchen. “y/n? Where are you going?” he asks cautiously. She stops and looks at him over her shoulder “do as you're told and go up stairs rafe.” she says coldly walking away. Rafe gulps and walks up stairs. In his room he strips and sits on his bed looking at his hard cock, fighting the urge to touch it. Downstairs y/n takes her sweet time getting a cup of water and looking out the window some more just to mess with rafe some more. Taking the last sip of water she turns and heads upstairs 

Rafes head flies up when he hears his door close, he sees his beautiful girlfriend standing there with a very unhappy look on her face. “Now rafe do you wanna tell me why you're being punished?” she says slowly walking towards him. “I-i dont k-know” he stutters looking down at the ground knowing damn well what he did to deserve this, just not wanting to admit it. y/n grabs his chin forcing him to look at her, he whimpers slightly at the sudden movement. “Oh i think you do rafey” y/n says a smirk playing on her lips. Rafe shakes his head, tears coming to his eyes, and his cock twitching. “Something about me being uh, what'd you say the biggest slut in bed, and letting your friends say that about me?” she hums at the end looking at him. His eyes go wide knowing he has no way out of this.

“Im sorry” rafe whimpers before his hairs being pulled back. “I'm sorry what” she says getting so close to his face he could almost feel her lips on his. “I-im s-sorry m-mommy” he says as a blush rises on his cheeks. She smiles at him and pulls away. “What are you sorry for baby” she asks the man in front of her. “For saying stuff that wasn't true about us, a-and l-letting them talk ab-about you like that” rafe cries, “im so sorry mommy!” he says struggling to look and hold eye contact with the woman. 

y/n smiles at him and places a quick kiss on his lips. Pulling away and letting go of his face much more gently than before and instead gripping his rock hard cock, watching as he jumps at the sudden relief. “You've been a very bad boy Rafey” she says slowly stroking his cock making his hips jut up. “Please mommy, I'm sorry” he says before biting his lip. She starts stroking him faster, making him moan and cry. “Mommy can i cum please let me cum. I-ill do anything” he begs the woman as he reaches his climax. 

Right as y/n feels him twitch she pulls her hand away making he cry out in frustration. “Oh did you really think I'd let you off that easily?” She laughs at the poor boy “god you're pathetic” she adds, making him turn his face away from her. “Here's what's gonna happen baby.” she starts as she takes off her shirt and shorts, leaving her in her bra and underwear, while he looks at her with hopeful eyes. 

“I'm going to touch myself, you're going to watch me” she says, taking off her underwear so slowly just to tease the man. “And if you touch yourself i'll leave you like this, do you understand me baby boy”  she unclips her bra letting it slide down her arms exposing her breasts to the needy man. 

“Y-yes i understand” he says hypnotized by her breasts to notice he forgot an important word “yes. What” she says standing in front of him. “Yes mommy” he says looking up at her face with pleading eyes. “Good boy,” she says lightly tapping his cheek before getting on the bed, spreading her legs right in front of Rafe so he has a good view. Rafe lets out a loud whimper when he sees how wet she is. Not thinking he reaches out to touch her however his hand gets slapped away as she tsks at him. 

Bringing her hand to her core she collects some of her wetness before bringing her hand to his mouth. Rafe wasted no time in taking her fingers into his mouth, sucking the juices off them, while moaning. y/n pulls her fingers out of his warm mouth and brings it back to her core. She moans as she rubs her clit. Rafes cock twitches and he watches his girlfriend finger herself. 

When she comes she throws her head back and lets out a loud moan of his name. Causing him to whimper again. “Please mommy it hurts” he begs her as she catches her breath. y/n looks at the pathetic man in front of her. “Hmmm i'm not sure you've earned it yet rafey” she looks at him waiting to see what he says “please let me taste you again mommy please” he begs her just wanting to please her. “Come here sweet boy” she spread her legs again. Putting her leg on his shoulder when he's close enough to her “go ahead please mommy” she encourages after seeing his hesitation. 

He wasted no time in leaning down and licking up her slit gathering all her juices,hearing the beautiful girl moan when he reached her clit. Sucking it into his mouth just the way he knows she likes it. y/n runs her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her and she grinds her hips into his face. Rafe groans looking up at her face. He loves pleasing y/n, he'd do anything to make up for what he did today. He could tell she was close to coming so he shoved two fingers into her wet core to push her over the edge. Hearing her loud moans he caused. He keeps licking and sucking at her until he feels his hair being pulled back. 

Rafes a panting mess when he comes up, looking at her like she's the most beautiful girl in the world, because in his eyes she was. y/n looks down at her boyfriend before chuckling which confuses rafe “you really are impatient huh rafe” when all she gets in return is a more confused look she continues “you like eating my pussy so much you came from humping your bed and making a huge mess” at that he looks down and sees the mess he made before turning bright red and burying  his face in y/n´s stomach “i'm sorry mommy i-i didn't mean too i swear” he cries scared shes gonna be even more mad and punish him more. Though y/n can tell that he's actually scared and upset so she's not going to keep going…. Tonight anyway. 

She shushes  Rafe while rubbing his head “it's okay, you're okay sweetheart.” when she tries to get up he holds onto her tighter “I'm not going anywhere my love, i'm just getting stuff to clean you up okay?” She asks him to which he nods and reluctantly lets go of her. 

y/n goes to the bathroom getting a washcloth wet after using the bathroom. When she leaves the bathroom she sees rafe hugging his pillow like how he was just holding her and smiles. “Okay love can you roll over for me” she asks rubbing his back, once he does she says “i'm just gonna wipe you down okay? That's it, we're all done for tonight” he nods at her with a small smile on his lips. 

Once he's all clean y/n changes the blankets on the bed and gets a pair of boxers for Rafe to put on, and herself one of his shirts and her underwear. 

Crawling into bed with rafe he grabs onto her and puts his head on her chest “thank you mommy” y/n rubs the back of his neck “not mommy right now my love. Were all done for right now” she kisses his head. y/n does bother telling him they'll continue this later. 

“I love you y/n” Rafe mumbles quietly 

“I love you too Rafey” she says, kissing his head again before they both drift off to sleep. 

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Online Matchup 7

Summery: It’s Jason’s first gala since he came back to Gotham. As expected, he’s n a little nervous. But don’t worry, you’re there to help him get through it.

Warning: fluff, swearing

Words: 4.2 k

A/N: So, here's the long awaited gala scene. Feedback is always welcome and Enjoy!

Taglist: @xoxoyourdoll @teapartydreams

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October 29

Jason (10:30 am) *sent a picture of the two of you cuddling on your couch*

Y/N When the fuck did you take that?

Jason Such language And so early in the day

Y/N First of all, you swear just as much as I do so shut And second of all, answer the question Jason

Jason But you know the answer We fell asleep on the couch last week

Y/N But we didn’t cuddle We were on the opposite sides of the couch!

Jason You’re right But somewhere in the night That happened

Y/N I do not remember that

Jason Because I got off the couch before you woke up Didn’t want you to be embarrassed

Y/N Sir, I call bullshit You love making me flustered

Jason That maybe so, but I needed the bathroom I tried to wake you up But man, you sleep like the dead

Y/N I’m very proud

Jason No kidding So, what are you up to today?

Y/N Homework, probably Clean the apartment Been slacking with that lately And with the party that’s happening on Tuesday, I need to make sure things are put away before they can break

Jason You don’t strike me as a party person

Y/N I am not My friend loves to throw Halloween parties And it’s usually at my place

Jason And you're okay with it?

Y/N We have a deal I let her throw it at my place She has to clean it up the day after

Jason But Halloween is on a Tuesday Don’t you guys have classes the next day?

Y/N Yup and she knows that I take great pleasure in seeing her clean while hungover She’s going to do a shit job cause she’ll be rushing But she wanted it on Halloween

Jason You’re a bit of a sadist aren’t you?

Y/N Only with my friends and they do that themselves I wanted to hold it yesterday But noooooo, it has to be on Halloween

Jason Your friends sound lovely

Y/N Don’t get me wrong They are but sometimes it feels like I have all the brain cells

Jason That’s hard to believe Sometimes I think you don’t have any

Y/N Wow WOW Guess you’re not invited to the party anymore

Jason That’s okay I probably couldn’t make it

Y/N Helping your brothers again?

Jason I plead the fifth

Y/N You ain’t slick I see you

Jason (3:40 am) Finished everything you wanted to get done today?

Y/N Cleaning, yes Homework, no

Jason How come you're always doing homework?

Y/N I don’t know if you’ve noticed But I’m in school And in order to pass and get my degree I need to hand in my assignments

Jason Lame

Y/N That’s just rude Why do you wanna know? Planning to have a sleepover again

Jason No Just curious

Y/N That’s a little sus babe

Jason I didn’t know we were up to pet names now

Y/N I retract the pet name If we started using pet names, I wouldn’t start with bade

Jason Looking forward to hearing what you’ll use

Y/N Mm, we’ll see

A series of knocking woke you up from your accidental nap. Blinking wearily, you tried to figure out what had woken you up.  The knocking started again, and you let your head lull in that direction. “Okay, okay. I’m coming, I’m coming,” you grumbled, as you slowly got off the couch. 

You pulled the blanket from the couch and wrapped it around your shoulders as you made your way to the door. Unlocking it, you pulled the door open and blinked at a very well-dressed Jason. 

“Was there a date we agreed to that I somehow forgot about?” you asked and moved out of the way when Jason let himself in. 

“What? No, why would you say that?” he asked, pacing around the living room. You closed the door and turned around, meekly gesturing to his outfit.  

“You’re in a tux.” 

“Huh?” he said and looked down. “Oh. Yeah no, this is for something else.” “Okay…? Can I help you with something then?” 

“So, there’s this gala tonight,” Jason said, going back to pacing, “and it’s the first one I’m attending. And Bruce has the idea of making a statement that I wasn’t actually dead.” 

“So, it’s the dead coming back to life thing,” you mused, “does Bruce have a story?” 

“Yup. He has everything planned but I-” 

“You’re not ready to be integrated back into society,” you finished and he merely nodded. “What me to come with? Act as your buffer?” That had stopped Jason’s pacing and he turned towards you in surprise. 

 “You’d do that?” he asked, shrugging. “You’ll be in front of cameras. You’ll meet my family for the first time.” 

“I know,” you said, hiding how nervous you were at the thought of meeting them for the time. “But you need help, and maybe someone in your corner.” 

“But you don’t know the full story.” 

“I don’t need it to help you.” 

“I could kiss you.” 

“I’ll count this as date two,” you said, smiling when he snorted. “What time do you need to be there?” 

Jason looked at his watch before answering. “Twenty minutes.”

“Give me ten.”

“There’s no way you’ll be ready in time,” Jason said, and you ignored him in favour of going to the bathroom. 

“We’ll see about that,” you muttered as you started the shower. 

Shower done, and hair dried, you wrapped a towel around you and quickly made your way to the bedroom. Jason had the decency of looking away when he saw you coming out of the bathroom.

If there was one thing about Jason, he was a gentleman and it was something you liked about him.

You closed the door behind you, and went through your closet until you found the dressing bag. Taking it out, you unzipped it, wanting to know if there was anything it needed before putting it on. To your relief, there wasn't.

Putting it on, you did one final check to make sure everything was good before going to the living room.

“Well, I stand corrected,” Jason said when he heard the bedroom door open. “That was less than-wow,” he breathed out when he looked up to see you standing there. “You look fantastic.”

Putting your hands behind your back, you swayed a little, looking a little shy. “You think so?”

“I know so,” he answered, giving you a smile. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can stay here and have a movie marathon. We don't have to.”

“Yeah, but you’ll be delaying the inevitable,” you said, making your way to him. Standing in front of him, you took his hands and squeezed. “I know you're not ready for it, and you probably never will. But I’ll be there with you the entire night. You just need to trust me that I will.”

Jason’s eyes softened and he cupped your face, thumb gently stroking your cheeks. “I do,” he whispered. You smiled and turned your head slightly and kissed his palm.

“Then let’s go make the best out of a shitty situation.”

The ride to the venue was a lot shorter than you had anticipated. But the drive was spent in silence as the both of you mentally prepared yourselves for the night.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were getting yourself into, but you planned to see this through.

Jason slowly made his way through the line and pulled the car in park when it was your turn to get out. Before you could reach for the handle, Jason’s hand tightened around yours, stopping you from moving.

Sitting back, you turned to Jason. “Everything okay?”

“Are you sure about this?” Jason asked, and your eyes softened. “I mean it, we can turn around and do something else.”

“I’m sure,” you said, leaning over slightly. “But if you're not ready, I’m sure Bruce would understand the situation.”

“It's not what I’m worried about,” he said, “the life of a Wayne can be pretty hectic. With being in the public, everyone’s eyes are on you. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable when the media tries to find who you are. I…I don’t want you to leave because of them.”

“We’ll, it’s a good thing I don't care what people think,” you said, squeezing his hand. “I doubt they’ll follow you around. The tabloids are more interested in Bruce Wayne than they are of his kids. And when it’s focused on them, it’s usually at events like these or if they did something newsworthy.” You paused, biting your lip when you realized you might have gone too far. “Um, no offense.”

Jason laughed, shaking his head. “None taken. Ready?”

“Ready when you are,” you answered, squeezing his hand one more time. He gave it a kiss and told you to stay in the car for a moment. You watched as he left, and walked around the car only to open your door.

“My lady,” he teased, holding out his hand to you. You took it with a smile, and stepped out of the car, ignoring the shouts and the camera flashes.

“My good sir,” you teased back, linking your arm through his. Leaning over slightly to whisper in Jason’s ear, “do we need to stay for pictures?”

“No, we can just go in,” Jason answered and led the way. You tightened your grip on his arm as you followed and swallowed down your nerves. “Ready?”

“Never going to stop asking that tonight?” you asked, shooting him a teasing smile.

“When it comes to your well-being? Never.”

“My knight in shining armor.”

“I thought that would be Red Hood,” he questioned as the two of you walked through the doors. He laughed when you hit his chest, grumbling that you should have never told him about your little crush on the hero.

“Shut up,” you whined, though happy to see him in better spirits. “So, are there any rules I need to follow before I make a fool out of myself?”

“I don’t think you could ever make a fool out of yourself,” Jason said, looking around. As if he was looking for someone to avoid or to say hello to.

“Well, clearly you don’t know me very well,” you said, guiding him to the bar you spotted when walking in. “At some point or another, I can and will embarrass myself. If given the change.”

“Then I’ll make sure you don’t have a chance. What are you doing?” he asked when he noticed where he was. 

“Getting a drink,” you answered like it was obvious. You turned to the bartender about to order.

“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking?” Jason asked before you could. You sent him a pointed look, with a shake of your head.

“I’m like, a few months younger than you. What do you think? I’ll have water please,” you said to the bartender, shooting her a smile. She returned it and went to get your drink. “Make those two please?”

“Not a problem.”

“You’re so weird,” he stated, watching as you retrieved the glasses when they were set in front of you. He took the glass you were offering, and held it.

“Yet here we are,” you said, taking a sip. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Before you could reply to Jason, a voice called from behind you. The both of you turned and you hid your laugh behind your hand at the look Jason made.

“Well, that didn’t take long for them to find me,” he muttered, turning away as his brothers, well at least that’s who you think they were, walked towards you.

“It was bound to happen sooner or later,” you reminded him, holding his hand that wasn’t holding the cup. 

“Was hoping to spend a little more time with you before my idiot brothers found us,” Jason muttered into his cup. 

“Yeah, but you get to take me home when it’s all over and done with,” you reminded and took great pleasure in watching him get flustered. Clearing his throat, he took a sip from his cup before shooting you a dark look.

“Careful Little Bird, or you’re going to give a gentleman the wrong meaning,” he whispered. A shiver ran down your spine at the meaning and you quickly averted your gaze.

“Hey, Jason! So glad you made it,” one of his brothers said as they reached you. He patted Jason’s shoulder and he shrugged it off, frowning.

“It's not like Bruce gave me much of a choice,” he answered, “where is he anyways?”

“Taking care of last-minute details at work,” he answered, causing Jason to roll his eyes. You get the feeling they’re talking about something else. 

Minding your business, you take another sip, letting your gaze roam around the room. It only turned back when a hand was thrust in front of you.

You gazed at the hand and followed its path until you were met with the smiling brother. “Hello,” you greeted, hesitantly shaking the offered hand.

“Hi, who’s this Jay?” The brother asked. You squinted at him, recalling if you’ve ever met him before. You haven’t, but something about him seems familiar.

“My date,” he answered curtly. Letting go of your hand, you mourned the loss of contact until he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Y/N, this is Dick.”

“Dick Grayson at your service,” he greeted, smiling widely at you.

“Hi,” you repeated, squinting at him slightly. “You're the cop brother out in Bludhaven.”

Dick eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Yeah, that’s me. I didn’t know Jason talks about me.”

“Not just you,” you corrected, “he talks about all of his siblings.” And made a noise when you felt Jason pinch your side.

“All good things I hope,” a different brother said, popping his head out from behind Dick. “Tim Drake.”

“No, he usually complains about the shit you’ve guys pulled,” you said, making them laugh. “You’re the asshole who gave Conner my number.”

“That would be me,” he said proudly, grinning. “How’d you find out?”

“My sister’s dating Conner and she got it out of him,” you explained, “I hope you know I’m getting my revenge.”

Tim narrowed his eyes at you, as if he was sizing you up. You only raised an eyebrow and met his stare. “I doubt it,” he finally said with a snort.

“I don’t think you know who you’re messing with,” Jason said, “don’t underestimate them.”

“Why? Because they’re dating you?”

“Sir, I don’t need anyone to fight my battles for me,” you interrupted, “I’m the oldest of four, majoring in engineering. But you already know that since you’ve been snooping in my life.”

“Not much of a life though, is it?” 

“Maybe, and that’s okay,” you said with a shrug. “Though before you write me off, ask Conner what happened during spirit week his freshman year.”

That made him nervous, like he knew what you meant. Smiling sweetly, you reached out and patted his head. “You don’t want to make an enemy out of me,” you said and turned to the shorter of the group.

“Demon spawn?” you questioned without thinking. There was a brief moment of silence before everyone but you and the youngest started laughing. He scowled and you downed your drink wishing that it was something stronger. You set it down and hide your face in your hands, groaning. “Oh no, please don’t tell me I actually said that.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Jason apologized, but he didn’t sound apologetic at all. 

“You aren’t that far off though,” Tim piped up. 

“I am so so sorry,” you said, voice sounding a bit muffled, “I didn’t mean to say that, I don’t know why that came out.”

“I have no doubt that Todd had any help with that,” he said, clearing his throat he crossed his arms and introduced himself. “It's Damian Wayne, the only son of Bruce Wayne.”

“Y/N,” you muttered out, finally dropping your hands from your face. “And probably. Every time Jason talks about you, he doesn't say your name.”

“Okay, don’t tell them all my secrets now,” Jason teased, squeezing you into his sides. 

“The night’s still young,” Dick said with a smile, “who knows what secrets they might spill.”

You turned to Jason, and poked his cheek until he turned to look at you. “Shoot me, if I say anything embarrassing about myself or you tonight, just shoot me. I’m okay with that,” you said with a serious face. 

“Sorry sweetie, no can do,” he said with a smile. “I like you too much to do that.” Hanging your head in defeat, you sighed.

“Damn,” you sighed, “guess I’ll suffer then.”

“That’s okay, I’ll suffer with you,” Jason said, leaning over and hiding his face in his hair. You could feel the smile that he was trying to hide. 

“At least that’s a plus,” you couldn’t help saying. That caused another round of laughter. You smiled; happy it was going better than what you expected. “I thought you had another brother, and like two sisters?”

“We do, they just couldn’t make it today,” Dick was quick to say. You raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. 

“I thought it was a mandatory thing for your family. Having to come to these fancy parties.”

“Sometimes, but when Bruce gives some of us a free pass when the need arises,” Jason explained. “But I’m sure if they knew you’d be here, they’d be here too,” Jason quickly added when you frowned.

“Man, I was really hoping to actually meet Stephanie,” you said, and shrugged. “Maybe next time.”

“There you all are,” a voice called from behind. You all turned to see Bruce standing behind Dick, smiling. “Ah, you must be Y/N I’ve heard so much about.” You doubted that for a minute, knowing Jason isn’t one to share things with his family. Then you looked at Tim and things started to make sense. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You shook his head when he offered, and smiled at it. “Nice to meet you too Mr. Wayne.”

“I’d love to stay and chat, but I need Jason for a moment,” he said, turning to Jason, “are you ready?”

“Do we really need to do this?” he asked, and made a face when Bruce nodded. “Alright. Are you going to be okay for a while?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you reassured with a smile. “I’ll find you later.”

You were wrong, so very wrong. The minute Bruce and Jason left your hearing range, his brothers turned on you like vultures circling their next meal. You weren’t sure how long you stood there answering questions you didn’t know how to answer.

When you finally managed to escape, you took a breath and began your search for Jason. You found him talking with Bruce and a reporter. 

Quietly standing beside him, you grabbed his hand and ignored the conversation they were having. Jason squeaked your hand in acknowledgement, and you smiled, leaning your head on his arm.

After a moment, the reporter and Bruce excused themselves and Jason turned to you. “You doing okay?”

Taking back your hand, you moved it to cupped his cheeks and squished his cheeks together. Jason tried to smile, but it looked a little lopsided squished between your hands. “Never leave me alone with your brothers again.”

“It couldn’t have been that bad,” he muttered out with a laugh.

“They grilled me like I was a bad guy,” you said, “and I felt like it too. Jason, I am not the bad guy. I felt like one of those creeps that the heroes fight and needed information on something I couldn’t give them. I don’t want to feel like that again, had me questioning if I was right for you or not.”

“Not being overly dramatic?” Jason asked, and you squished his face more in retaliation. “Okay. I get it,” he said, grabbing your hands and moving them off his face. “That was wrong of them for making you feel like that. No one should go through what you just did.”

“Like I get, they’re your family and they want what’s best for you, you know? Like they care about you, and I get that Dick is looking out for you. But Tim? The dude told me I could do so much better than you and Damian? I’m pretty sure he said that you could do better than me? I don’t know, I stopped listening to them at a certain point.”

“Well, they shouldn’t have said that to begin with at all. And I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Jason said, you waved away his worry.

“No, no, you probably could. But that’s not the point, the point is they could be very good cops if they wanted to,” you said, “it felt like an interrogation. And I hope that I never have to do that again when I meet your sisters.”

“At this rate, I don’t think you will,” he said and you looked up at him in confusion. “Don’t worry about it. Come on, let's dance.”

“But I don’t know how to,” you said as Jason started pulling you to the dance floor.

“Don’t worry about it. All you have to do is follow my lead,” he said, twirling you around until you stood in front of him. You looked up, squinting at him. He laughed, guiding your hands to his shoulders before putting his hands on your waist. “Don’t look at me like that, I know how to dance.”

“Oh, I got that. I’m just surprised,” you said, doing as he said and following him as he started dancing.

“I’m full of surprises, Birdie.”

“So, how long do we have to stay here?” you asked after dancing in silence. Jason raised his eyebrows at you.

“You want to leave already? Feels like we just got here,” he countered. Shaking your head, you looked around before meeting his eyes.

“Don’t lie. I’m not sure how long we’ve been here but it has got to be an hour maybe,” you guessed, “and not yet. But I’m getting hungry and I haven’t found any food around. I thought they had food at these events.”

“They usually do,” he said, looking around to see if he could find any. “But it looks like they are either going to the kitchens to get some more, or there is none.”

“Man, that’s a shame. I’m starving.”

“I thought you ate earlier?”

“Nope. When you came over, I was taking a nap. I haven’t eaten since lunch, and even then, it was just a bag of chips,” you said. Jason sent you a disapproving look making you smile sheepishly. 

“You need to take better care of yourself. But we can leave whenever you’re ready.”

“I’ll leave when you’re ready too,” you said through a yawn. “Who knows? Maybe you have to do more interviews or speak to the crowd or something.”

“Nope, I’m done talking to people,” he explained, “all I have to do is stand beside Bruce when he’s giving the speech to everyone. After that we can leave.”

The two of you danced two move dances, before someone announced that Bruce had an announcement to make. You came to a stop, and you watched as Jason sighed. “Well, that’s my cue.”

“I’ll be standing front row where you could see me,” you reminded him, “I won’t be far.”

“You, Birdie are a godsend,” he said, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Careful there, Jason. Treat someone like that, they’re gonna think they’re really special to you,” you retorted, reaching up to pat his cheek gently.

“Maybe they already are,” he said and left, leaving you flustered. You covered your face with your hands and silently screamed. There was something about Jason that made you feel cared for, and you weren’t quite sure how to deal with.

Pushing away those feelings for now, you collected yourself and turned to make your way towards the growing crowd.

After a minute of politely pushing your way through the crowd, you found yourself standing beside Jason's brothers. Not one to be rude, you smiled hello to them and turned to the front where Jason was standing a little bit behind Bruce. You gave Jason a small wave, which he returned before Bruce started talking.

You tried to listen as Bruce told the story he had come up with, but your mind kept wandering to your relationship with Jason, and where it might lead to. The thought of the future was scary, but you couldn’t see a future without him. Maybe the two of you were going a little fast, but you found that you didn’t care as much as you should.

If he’s the one, why overthink it?

Soon enough, clapping brought you out of your thoughts. Shaking your head, you joined in the clapping and slipped away from his brothers before they decided to go for a round two.

“Wasn’t so bad, right?” you asked once you reached him. He shrugged and grabbed your hand before pulling you towards an exit.

“Would have been a lot better if you were standing with me,” he answered, “but yeah. It was okay. Now, ready for some burgers?”

“More than ready.” 

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Affection and Seduction | J.JK

Summery: Tuesday arrives, and Jungkook takes it a step further. He promises that it gets better and wilder the further you go, but right now? He just loves to make you all flustered. Paring: Jungkook x Reader Lyric: "I take my hands and trace your lines..." Genre: Fanfiction, Romance | Smut. Fluff. Word Count: 4.5 K Chapter Guide: Tuesday Previous / Next - Coming Soon Warnings: Female Reader. Mature themes. Explicit Words. Making out. Smut. Jungkook x reader. Naked reader. Naked Jungkook. Fingering, F!recieving. Sɛx. Dry humping. Very very little voyeurism. Mentions of ropes, ball gag and crops. Brat Reader. Dirty Talk. Female on the pill. No condom sɛx. Friends having sɛx. Not a couple. Friends 2 lovers. Jimin as readers friend. Jimin loving drama. Mentions of past feelings.

Tuesday arrives and you're actually looking forward to whatever Jungkook has planned.

The whole deal is still new to you, and the fact that you're having sex with Jungkook is even newer. But you can't find it in you to complain. You have always wondered what it would be like, that it's greater than you had imagined is your own fault.

Monday had been lovely. You and Jungkook had fallen asleep on either side of the bed, and when you woke it was to the morning sun warming you like a soft blanket. You had spent the morning making breakfast together and dancing to the beats of quiet R&B.

The morning felt like any other whenever you and Jungkook had sleepovers, and that made you feel relieved. Nothing has changed between you, you're still just Y/N and Jungkook.

"Y/N?! Hallo, are you even listening?" Jimin says and waves a hand in front of you.

Jimin sits besides you on your baby green couch, the exact same place where Jungkook sat just this morning.

It's late morning, Jungkook left not even two hours ago. You had totally forgotten the breakfast deal you had made with Jimin and it was only when he knocked at your door that you remembered that the pretty man is visiting.

You come out of your daydream and look at Jimin. "Hm? Yea, sorry what did you say?" Jimin watches as you shake your head and rub a hand against your head.

It's clear to Jimin that you're acting weirder than usual, he just can't figure out why or if it’s a good thing. "Is something wrong Y/N? You seem like you're in another world." He says and you have to keep your laugh.

If only he knew what you and Jungkook have been doing he would understand right away, but you're hesitant on telling him.

He won't understand the situation, he’d just assume you and Kook are in a relationship, even though that certainly is not the case.

"It's nothing Jimin, just work." You say knowing damn well that's a lie. You do feel bad for lying to your friend, but you would feel even worse if he teased you about something that isn’t true.

"Oh yea! How is it going with that book?" He asks and you smile. "It's going well, I just have to figure out how to write the best character growth, and I have no inspiration." You say and Jimin looks at you with empathic eyes.

He knows all about not having inspiration, if he isn't inspired when dancing it usually isn't a good dance.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out, just give it some time." He says and you're about to answer when a sudden noise of your phone has you checking what it could be.

Kookie 🍪🐰:

{ - Come to my place at 18:00 tomorrow?

Y/N:

{ - Sure (; Eat from home? Or no?

Kookie 🍪🐰:

{ - No. Eat dinner here.

{ - Looking forward to seeing you Goddess.

The smile that covers your lips are shocking to Jimin. The way you giggle as you text back a reply to whoever texted you can only mean one thing.

You hear a gasp come from Jimin as he turns his entire body towards you and takes the phone from you. You're about to protest when he again gasps and claps a hand over his mouth.

"Don't tell me you and Jungkook are finally together." He says and you snatch the phone back from him. "What!? No! Why would I and Jungkook be together?" You say and already dread what you know is about to happen.

“I knew it! Fuck Taehyung owes me 15 bucks, I have to tell him.” Jimin says “You guys betted on us?” You ask, you would’ve tried to stop Jimin if it wasn’t because you knew there is no stopping your drama loving friend.

“Of course we did.” He says his gaze fixed on the phone in his hands, “Honestly Y/N you two are very obvious. Again why are you guys not together?”

You sigh knowing you’ll have to explain yourself again for the 100th time. “Jungkook needs his freedom and I do too. We can’t commit.” You say but the sad tone in your voice is not unnoticed by Jimin.

He knew there was a time when you were totally obsessed with Jungkook. You hung him on the moon and stargazed after him every day. Jimin never knew when or why you stopped loving him.

And to be honest he didn’t dare ask. There was just something so sad and unsettling surrounding it that he couldn’t get himself mixed up in.

Jimin stayed with you the rest of Monday, even when you had to work he stayed in the living room stealing your food and binging tv shows. Jimin has always been like this, especially with you. There are times you think he may have separation anxiety, but you know he really just likes to be together with people.

He leaves when the time hits 10 pm and you can finally get your well deserved sleep.

The next day at 6 pm you stand in front of Jungkooks door. The whole day you have had butterflies storming around in your stomach. Jungkook had texted with you all day and you swear you have never gotten so much attention from anyone before.

He had written good morning, and asked how work was, he had written he was looking forward to seeing you, and much more.

As the door opens and the man finally shows himself in front of you all the butterflies makes a twirl. You know it's not even been 24 hours since you last saw him, but the new deal between you two is still so exciting.

"You look good." Jungkook says as you enter and give him a hug.

You smile before saying “You don’t look too bad yourself.” He laughs and walks into the apartment. His white tshirt is not hiding much, the see through material makes it so easy for you eyes to peek at all the tattoos adoring his body.

Jungkook is a walking sin in your eyes, but maybe that’s just the idea of what’s going to happen later that’s making you feel like this.

The new feelings around Jungkook are so foreign, you’ve never felt like this ever.

Sex and the world around it isn’t a stranger for you, but you’ve never been this far off into the world.

You’ve never been this excited about sex.

You walk in Jungkook's heals all the way into his luxurious kitchen. His apartment have always been your favorite, not even your own could compare with the comfort and style Jungkook's has.

“I would say I hope you like spaghetti, but I know you do so I’m not going to say that.” He laughs and it infects you too.

The silence afterwards as Jungkook cooks dinner and you admire the smell of Jungkooks famous spaghetti, is nice and easy.

In the background you hear notes of Frank Ocean, and outside the sun is settling down.

But the curiosity which fills your limbs are too strong and you break the silence. “So what do you have planned for us after dinner?”

On Jungkooks face the little mischievous smile shows on his face again and he shrugs leaving you in the dark.

“What do you want to happen?” He asks daring and stirs in the spaghetti without looking at you.

“You know…-“ you walk closer to him, you stand behind his back and go up on your tippy toes to reach his ear. “Maybe I want a bit more this time.”

The reaction is instantly, he turns around leaving the stove, and presses his lips to yours. If it hadn’t been because of the stove he would've lifted you up on it and taken you right there.

But the stove is on, and he only just manages to get his tongue in when the clock goes off and you have to break free from each other.

It’s hard to let go of him and his arousing body, but you’re also looking forward to that spaghetti, and if he accidently overcooked it you would be very mad.

A minute or two later he's leading you into the dinning area together with the hot pan. As you reach the table a gasp reaches your lips. The table is covered with a red tablecloth, burning lights are placed between two white plates and wine glasses are standing proud on the table.

It's very beautiful... and maybe a little too romantic?

A weird feeling bubbles up inside you and you can't decipher it. It's a mixture of awe and yuck. Old feelings comes to the surface, but you quickly pushes them down again.

Jungkook's happy face and hoping eyes makes you hesitate on telling him how weird you feel about this, and instead you go with it.

You hurry over to a chair before he can pull it out for you, and you sit down with a more than a forced smile. Jungkook doesn't notice though as he places the hot stove in front of you and sit down before you.

From the window behind him you see how dark the night is getting and small lights from the city shines behind him, it looks as if he's surrounded by stars. You pull your eyes away quickly as the word 'beautiful' crosses your mind.

"This is so pretty Jungkook, I can't believe you've done this. How long did it take?" You ask to ease the nauseas feeling mixing with something really old.

"Not too long, I just thought I'd do something nice for you, y'know as a way to show you that I'm grateful you accepted my offer." He says and that eases some of the heavy feelings which swept over you.

"Well you sure did do something very nice." You don't mean to make it sound like it does, like you're ungrateful, but just as the words leave your mouth and his face falters slightly you know it's too late.

"You think it's too much?" He asks and the insecurities shines through, all of those you have spent hours talking with him about.

"No! Not at all Jungkook, I was a little frightened at first why it was so romantic, but it's very nice I love it." You sugarcoat the words a lot and make sure to not hurt him again, you hate hurting Jungkook.

Jungkook has always seemed tough, he says things like he thinks them, but he has so many emotions that one would never think about.

You do though, but that’s just your person, you think.

The two of you eats after that awkward moment and you quickly forget about it as the food touches your mouth.

Jungkook's spaghetti truly is the best!

He laughs as your face converts into a look of overwhelming joy. His secret weapon to get to you is food, it has always been food.

As the plates slowly gets emptier and emptier your anticipation rises, so does goosebumps on your arms as Jungkook's leg roams yours under the table.

His poker face is too good, not even the slightest hint of a smile on his face as he talks on about a funny encounter he had with Namjoon a day ago.

You don’t hear anything he says, all you hear is your own heartbeat, and his breathing.

You can’t look away from his lips even when you try your hardest. It’s frustrating to lose control like this, but you’ll admit that it’s also exciting.

Jungkook stops talking as he notices where your attention lies. A look plays on your face, a look he’s slowly getting very familiar with.

“Are you listening Y/N?” He asks, and you shake your head no, too allured to pronounce words.

It’s just the entirety of him that’s way too enchanting.

Suddenly he gets up and you sit still in your chair as he walks beside the table and over to you.

His right hand takes a hold on the backrest, and his left on your thigh, then he gets closer, lower. You both hear the gulp you make. Your cheeks are burning with the heat from Jungkook.

It’s the same feelings as yesterday, excitement and lust.

When he finally connects his lips to yours it’s in a hungry kiss. He doesn’t waist any time today and opens your mouth and lets his tongue in.

The game has started and you can feel it quickly escalating. The both of you stands up and Jungkook immediately starts undoing your pants and rips the shirt over your head.

You’re left in underwear, which you feel is very unfair, but as you pull the white thee off Jungkook's body and his tattoos shows up it isn’t as bad.

You don’t know what it is about his tattoos, but they turn you on so much that you get the thought you want to lick every dot and line of them.

His arms wraps around the back of your thigh and he pulls you up. You wrap them around his waist, and it surprises you how thin his waist is. Yesterday you were too overwhelmed with other parts of his body to notice his waist, but damn did you miss that beautiful waist.

You kiss him harder and press yourself deeper into him, and down by your womanhood you can feel Jungkook growing.

Before you even notice Jungkook has walked you into his bedroom, where purple led lights are shining and making him glow.

You’re in awe at how handsome he is and you stop for just a second to appreciate him.

“What is it?” He asks very lustily and very gently.

“You’re just very beautiful right now.” You answer honest and almost cringe at how that sounded. Normally you would never say something like that, but whatever it’s just one time.

In the corner of his mouth a small smile rises, but he hides it by kissing you again.

Small and light kisses all over your face, and it makes you laugh. He slowly goes over to the bed and lays you down carefully.

You love rough sex more than anything, but this right now is not bad, it’s different, and you need to get used too it, but it’s sure feels amazing.

Then the happy hour breaks as you remember this isn’t forever, and you shouldn’t get used too it. And old feelings play through your mind. You push them away.

When you’re finally laying on the bed, Jungkook crawls up from the foot end to where you’re sat at the top. His back muscles flex and unflex, and his tattoos dances across the skin.

You don't understand the attraction between you two, it's so strong, yet still too weak. But you don't need tro understand it to act on it.

His sweatpants are still on, but you can clearly see the bulge he's hiding in them. It’s big and ready for your touch.

As if it was a lifeline you grab onto his cock and Jungkook’s response is instant. A moan, a grunt and then he manhandles you up over his lap.

He softly guides your trembling hips over his crotch, and the pleasure extends over both your faces. Jungkook's fingertips traces the line of your panties and he smiles at the cute small bow.

So extremely sinful, yet that little bow just makes him look at you with the tenderest grin. Not that you notice you're too hypnotized by the work of his crotch and his cock hitting you. Even thought it's covered by clothes, you can imagine the way it would slide into your pussy.

Jungkook can see a wet spot on top of his sweatpants, which makes him pant harder. Your thighs around his hips makes him hard, and you feel that, as his dick pushes up underneath you.

You make sure to sway your hips extremely careful and precise over it, Jungkook's face trembles into pleasure.

“Hmm, you like it when my hips are on top of yours like this?” You ask and press harder.

Jungkook knows what he must look like, but right now he doesn’t care.

Until he suddenly does, and something between you switches. The little dominance you had overtaken shifts and Jungkook pushes you onto your stomach.

His hand stays on your lower back, pushing your cunt into the madras, and making sure you feel the friction, and it’s obvious that you’re feeling the friction, your moans are loud and clear, and very begging.

“Jungkook! Jungkook please, please do something!” You say and Jungkook only mocks you by pushing you deeper onto the madras.

"What? Hm? What was it again that you chanted yesterday?.. Something about my dick?" His voice is deeper than usual, much like it was yesterday, and you can feel him at the shell of your ear, breathing into it.

"Mhm! Yes, yes!" You stutter and hump into the madras. Jungkook chuckles looking down yours and his body. You're laying flat on your stomach and he on top of you.

His dick is uncomfortably hard, laying flat across your ass. The power he has over you right now is unbearable, he's sure he could suggest anything right now, ropes, crops, ball gag, he could pull up the weirdest shit and you would jump in with both feet.

But he has a plan that he wants to follow by, and even if the thought of you gagged up and bound, is very intriguing he has to wait, just a little longer.

“Mhm, well then you’ll have to be a good girl for me.” Jungkook says and his lips drags across the skin on your neck. You only whimper which is enough signal for Jungkook to go on.

“Let me watch as you touch yourself,” He says and kisses behind the shell of your ear, “Show me how you please yourself.”

The image of you touching yourself with Jungkook's eyes watching your every movement is both sensual and anxious. Will he be satisfied with only watching?

Of course he won’t. Jungkook plans on burying his cock deep inside your pussy and drown it in your juices. But he has always had a deep desire to see you touch yourself, ever since the day you spoke to him. Were you chanting his name when your fingers graced your pussy? Or were you thinking of his body?

He needs answers to that question.

You moan as Jungkook humps over you, a little warning hump, on what’s going to happen afterwards.

Your hands reach down quickly and it’s a little difficult getting under your stomach and down to your clit as Jungkook’s weight also pushes down over you. But once your hands finally touches the fabric of your panties, you hump down over your hand.

Jungkook’s name immediately leave your lips, as if it was him who did it. And you do it again and imagine his long fingers doing it, just like yesterday.

Watching you like this, all fucked out and needy does things to Jungkook. He felt it yesterday, but it has come back today.

“Yea just like that baby.” Jungkook groan, and his hand finds it way down to yours. As his hand takes over the speed involves and you can feel yourself falling into a deep aroused hole, which you’re not sure you can come out of.

While all this happens and Jungkook adds two fingers into your pussy, he plants small kisses of affection all over your neck and upper back.

"More... More Kookie." You moan, and Jungkook can't control his smirk. "More Yea? Then turn around." He says as he raises himself off you and pulls his hand away.

The missing action makes you want to pull him back, but the thought of Jungkooks dick finally entering you is so much more appealing, so you control yourself and turn around like Jungkook had told you to.

Jungkook waits until you're finally laying down, head against his pillows which he knows is going to smell like you tomorrow. When your big eyes all needy for him looks up at him like this, he is reminded why he asked for this deal in the first place.

You're very beautiful in his eyes, and never being able to just tell you is killing him. But at least he can show you now.

Jungkook unties the straps of his sweatpants and your eyes follows every move. It's sensual and sinful watching the buff man peal off his clothes for you.

And when he finally pulls his boxers off as well and his cock jumps up to his abdomen, you're panting and rubbing your thighs against each other. Jungkook notices and that only feeds his ego.

"Take your underwear off, Y/N." He says, adorable smile playing on his lips, in contrast to his angry dick.

You immediately follow suit and pull your bra and panties off. You stay like that for a minute appreciating each other bodies. The erotic picture of Jungkook naked in front of you makes the sheets wet under you.

"Shit, Y/N, you look so good right now-" He says, but you cut him off by pulling him down and kissing him.

The way your lips move against each other is a new feeling. The both of you have gotten used to how the other kisses, and it gets better and better for every time you do it.

Between kisses Jungkook whispers all sorts of dirty things while he closes in on your body. "Mhm, I bet you're wet enough for the neighbors to hear it through the wall." "My sweet little baby, all needy and whiney for me." "I'm gonna coat you in my cum."

All these sorts of things leaves his mouth, and if you weren't this turned on it would probably have been gross, but his words only adds to the pleasure between your legs.

It's you who breaks the kiss. You lock eyes with him, they shine purple in the shadow of the led lights. Your hand slides over his cock, giving him a few pumps, and Jungkook moan in surprise.

"I want you. Right now." You say and Jungkook sees how serious you're trying to be with this. "I'm all yours Y/N." He says and line his dick up with your pussy, and finally you moan in union as he slips into you.

You've had sex many times with different people, but there's something totally different and even more intimate about this. The sounds you both let out are loud, and Jungkook moves fast from the beginning grinding into you with force. "Ah.. Fuck Y/N."

Your legs close in to get even more pleasure, but Jungkook rips them apart and pushes each of your knees down to the madras. "Shi- it." You say in response and Jungkook smiles down at you and bends to kiss your forehead. Your hands on Jungkook's back scratches as his dick hits your g-spot and his pelvis hits your clit. "Kookie.." You moan and turn your head, too deep into the pleasure to keep up. It doesn't take long before you feel your orgasm build up. Your whole body is glistering with sweat and so is Jungkook's. The white sheets are wrinkled up underneath you. Jungkook's hands leave your knees and instead takes a hard grip around your waist.

"I'm gonna try something baby, tap me twice if you want me to stop, okay?" You can't answer, no words will leave your mouth so you only nod.

When Jungkook said he wanted to try something you had not imagined that meant turning you over and onto all fours.

You're placed on all fours and Jungkook knows exactly what he's doing. He knows this is your favorite position, and you also happen to know it's his.

Jungkook's dick is still inside you, but he slowly pulls it out leaving only the tip. "Lay down for me goddess." Jungkook says and pushes on your upper back. With the little energy you have left you fall down, and only your ass is in the air now.

His hands hold tightly around your waist, and suddenly Jungkook hammers his dick into you with a force that has you nearly banging your head into the headboard. "Shit...!" You yell and are aware that the neighbors have full access to the noise you’re making.

His dick slide in and out of you and Jungkook can feel your walls tightening around him. It only adds to his desire and makes him push into you with even more force. His hands on your waist are giving electric shocks, and he lowers himself over your back and whisper into your ears.

“Do you feel that huh? How my cock is fitting so good into your pussy. Such a pretty little pussy, so tight and ready for me.” He says and that plus a very good hit in your g-spot is what tips you over.

Your orgasm hits, your back arches and it’s Jungkook’s weight over you that keeps you pressed down into the bed. You walls clench so much that Jungkook’s grinds slows down and it’s not long after you feel him twitch inside you and he pulls out and cums on your back. "FU- U- CK, Y/N..." He says.

He collapse on top of you and the white stripes of his cum mixes in between you. Not that you care, you’re both basking in the silence and satisfaction after the sex.

It fees magical, this moment. His body warmth is like a blanket, you want to keep him around you forever.

But after a few minutes he rises and the sticky noise form his cum fills your ears. He kisses you, “let’s get you cleaned up.” his arms sneaks around you and lifts you up.

Carrying you through the house and over to his bathroom he places you in the bathtub and fills it with water. There’s not once where he turns his back to you or his attention away, and you feel like a wanted person.

The water is hot and suites into your muscles loosing them up.

“So what happens afterwards?” You ask when you sit in the bathtub, asking yourself if he would kick you out now or not.

“You stay the night and we wake up together tomorrow, sounds good?” His hands play around with the water from your bath. His eyes are locked with yours and it’s weird seeing Jungkook this affectionate.

Usually when you see him with other girls, it’s sex and goodbye. You never knew Jungkook could be such a gentleman.

A smile plays on your lips, “That sounds good.” You say and try to hide how giddy you feel.

After the bath Jungkook carries you back to the bed. A movie is rolling in the background as you lay cuddled up by Jungkook’s side. You’re mostly watching the movie, but Jungkook just can’t pull his eyes from the small creature which is you laying in his arms.

When you fall asleep Jungkook turns off the movie and he too falls asleep next to you, with you pulled tightly into him.

Next morning you wake up first. Your legs are sore and your hair is a nest. But even so you lie smiling looking at Jungkook taking small puffs of air and clinging onto you like a little child.

You wouldn’t change this morning for anything in the world. This deal is the best thing you’ve ever agreed to.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ᵒⁿᵉ ˢʰᵒᵗ

Summery: reader try’s to break up with JD…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ᵗʳⁱᵍᵍᵉʳ ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ᵏⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗᵒⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ, ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ ʲᵃˢᵒⁿ ᵈᵉᵃⁿ, ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ

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“Jason get out of my room!” You shouted at him frantically however his smirk and calm demeanor not dropping, “Y/N you know you don’t mean that your just upset when you calm down you’ll ring me and tell me to come back you always come back darling“ he says walking over to you with his hands on his pockets and that sarcastic 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 grin on his face. “n-no! Not this time Jason go away y-your dangerous you k-killed m-my… some one I’ve known for years!” You say cowering back a bit “see you can’t even call her your best friend darling she was horrible to you so so horrible and I made her go away, for you” he sweetens his voice at the end which almost gets you but you back up. “No! No no no! Get out get out I don’t want you here!” You say starting to cry and throwing a plushie at him from your bed, he smirks and takes the plushie smelling it “it smells like you darling” then leaves through the window taking it with him. You knowing he took it as a sure fire way to make sure he sees you again on the off chance you don’t fold and call him.

A few hours go by and you just lay in bed and cry you cry because your boyfriend is a killer but also because you still love him and wanna be with him in spite of that what does that say about you does that make you as bad as him, but was it wrong she was a HORRIBLE person who made the lives of so many miserable so maybe he did a lot of people a favor and maybe if he promises never again than you can still be with him and not hate your self, you don’t know though your head and logic are taking you one way but your heart and loyalty for JD is taking you another.

During the mist of all of this your mom had come in your room and found it smelling of cigarettes and as much as you tried to convince her you weren’t smoking she would believe you and grounded you making you go to your grandmas so you’ve been gone all weekend with no reconciliation with JD. But much to your suprise when you come into your room back from your grandmas JD is there which takes you back a bit, “what the hell Y/N where have you been I called your room phone but it was disconnected I tried to come by and you weren’t here any of the times” he says this with a panic in his voice so much paranoia and you can sense that he’s trying to keep his control so badly and he comes up you grabbing the back of your head and kissing you hard and roughly his arm wrapping around your body and this kiss feeling very demanding and desperate. You try to pull away put he just tightens his grip on you making it clear your not going anywhere and eventually he lets you go for air but keeps holding onto you and brushes a hair out of your face. “Your not leaving me I don’t know what or who is in your head making you want to abandon me but no, I won’t let you.” He says the end with such seriousness which the rest like paranoid question statements and you take a deep breath before looking him in the eyes and brining both hands to his face “please JJ calm down what do I always say?” You calling him JJ immediately calming his exterior and he sighs “in through the nose put through the mouth” and you knod “I’m not going anywhere but you need to promise me you will try to control your emotions no one’s gonna take me from you I’m all yours”.

“Honestly I just get scared I’m gonna loose you and I guess some of the stuff I do can be a bit extreme but I would never ever hurt you and I don’t want you to think I’m a monster” he says and honestly you’ve never seen his gaurd down like this and you tuck a peice of hair behind his ear “your not a monster JJ you just…don’t see a place for the bad people in this world which isn’t really wrong it’s just complicated” he knods and picks you up laying down on your bed and laying you on top of him.

“You always come back daring~ never leave me again”

[nox140497]

Being Colby Brocks Baby Sister Headcanons

Prompt: No.

Request: - Yes.

Summery/ Request: Can you do Colby Brock x adopted 13 year old sister reader (she is half South African and half Brazilian and has tan skin) with ADHD headcannons and has similar personality to Rory keaner from Mbav and Richie Tozier from IT 2017 and she's very very sassy and and when Colby is running after her when she runs away she runs faster than a cheetah and is hyper and can roast people + humbles people like how north west does to Kim K and when Colby or everyone yells at her for doing something she tries not to laugh and stays chill and calm and she's fearless and brave and when Colby and sam + his friends when they're at the haunted house and they tell her to do something embarrassing she does it + how his friends (sam,Tara,jake,Corey, johnnie and brennen) + Colby would react to her and think of her.

Pairings: Big brother Colby Brock x little sister reader

Author's Note: This didn't take as long as I thought it would. I'm not completely happy with how this one ended up, but here you go. Also, so I messed up a bit and can't find the original ask, and I can't remember who sent it, but here you go. Thank you for the request. I hope you like it

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Colby's always been the baby of the family.So when his parents decided to adopt a 13 year old girl, he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

But as soon as he met her, he knew she was going to bring a lot of energy and sass into their lives.

The girl's name was Y/N, and she was half South African and half Brazilian. She had tan skin, curly dark hair, and big brown eyes that were always filled with mischief.

Colby (and later his ftiends too) was very interested in learning about her heritage and all of the different traditions that went with it.

Y/N had been diagnosed with ADHD at a young age, and it was clear that she had a similar personality to both Rory Keaner from 'My Babysitter's a Vampire' and Richie Tozier from 'IT 2017'. She was sassy, hyper, and had a knack for roasting people with her quick wit. She was also quick to put you in your place if you were being stupid or mean.

She often used this to defend her new big brother from people who tried to bully him.

Y/N was fearless and brave, never afraid to speak her mind or try new things. And she was also incredibly fast. Whenever Colby tried to catch her when she ran away, she would sprint faster than a cheetah, always managing to stay one step ahead of him.

Once she started going on adventures with him and Sam he had to chase her down alot...

But despite her wild and energetic nature, Y/N had a kind heart and always humbled people with her words, just like North West does to her famous mother, Kim Kardashian.

Colby's friends were apprehensive about her at first, not really sure what to make of her.

Sam, I feel, would be the first to warm up to her. Also, he likes the fact that she causes Colby almost the same amount of chaos as what Colby causes him...

I feel like Jake would get along the best with her when he's warmed up to her. The reason for this is I think their hyper energies would just compliment one another, and they'd love paying pranks on each other and the others... Mostly Colby...

Tara loves her, too. She likes how honest and witty she is.

Johnnie gets along with Jake so I'm sure he'd get along with her as well.

Corey likes to play pranks on everyone with her. She comes up with the BEST prank ideas. She's also a pretty good dancer, so he likes to dance with her.

Brennen gets along with her. He thinks she can be a little childish sometimes, but hey, she's 13.

All in all they were all eventually rather taken with her. They loved her sassy attitude and her fearless nature. They were also impressed by her ability to stay calm and chill, even when someone was yelling at her for doing something mischievous.

Colby says he sometimes thinks that they like her better than they like him.

One day, Colby and Sam decided to go to a haunted house and take Y/N with them as well as taking a few other friends. Y/N, of course, was ecstatic about the idea and couldn't wait to explore the spooky place. As they walked through the dark corridors, their friends dared Y/N to do something embarrassing. Without hesitation, she accepted the challenge and did it with confidence and sass.

Colby and his friends couldn't help but laugh at Y/N's fearlessness and her ability to always stay true to herself. They admired her for being unapologetically herself and never letting anyone dull her shine.

Y/N had quickly become a beloved member of their group, and they couldn't imagine their lives without her.

As for Colby, he was grateful to have Y/N as his adopted sister. She had brought a whole new level of fun and excitement into his life, and he couldn't wait to see what adventures they would embark on together in the future.

Y/N was not only his sister but also his best friend, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

[joeysmuttonchops]

Jericho: Direct Quotes from 1984-1991

Joseph Wilson, AKA Jericho, was created by Marv Wolfman and George George Pérez for The New Teen Titans.

Joe is mute and DC has varied their care in portraying that. In his original appearances Joe is fluent in sign language, and that is his preferred way of speaking. However, even though Joe is constantly signing, the comics do not always translate his signing for the reader to follow.

I set out to collect specifically direct quotes from his original slate of appearances. From his intro in Tales of the Teen Titans #42 to just before Titans: Hunt, stopping at The New Titans #69. This list collects either direct translations of his signing, or quoted thought/bubbles, with their punctuation preserved.

This does not include his ability to talk using the voice, verbiage, and tone of the unconscious person he's possessing (a power used a lot right at his introduction, which then tapers off), or the times when he is shown to be signing but we are not given a direct translations of said signs. 

This also does not contain his narration in The New Teen Titans #47, which is Danny and Joey reading the auto/biographies of the Titans Joe has written. This is only because that would be a transcript of the entire issue, and I don't think I can fit that in a post.

Finally, this list does not include any spoken quotes from Titans: Hunt, where he was inexplicably able to speak verbally. I didn't include those for two reasons: 1. While there are a few moments when it's clear Joe is speaking and not the Souls of Azarath, ultimately they are both influencing eachother, so we can't be sure it is only Joe's words and verbiage. 2. This post is intended to function as an record of how little Joe was able to express himself in his own/preferred language.

I've included the full quotes, issues they're from, and a brief summery of what Joe is referring to, so beware of spoilers. Where I could not summarize the conversation, I have included Joe and the person he's talking with's dialogue.

I've tried to organize these quotes chronologically, but I may have made a mistake or missed a few. If you spot any, let me know; I'd love for this post to be as accurate as possible.

"Mommy! … Daddy?" — Tales of the Teen Titans #44 — Baby Joe's dialogue when Adeline and Slade arrive where Jackal is holding him hostage

"Will you marry me?" — Teen Titans Spotlight #3 — Joe asks Penelope Lord to marry him

"No! I won't!" — Tales of the Teen Titans #44 — Joe tries to refuse to hurt Dick while possessing him

Dick: "You want to help?" Joe: "Yes." — Tales of the Teen Titans #44 — Joe offers his help storming H.I.V.E. to rescue the Titans

"No." — Tales of the Teen Titans #45 — Joe says he's not ready to show his paintings in a gallery show

"Yes!" — Tales of the Teen Titans #56

"No… I'll help." — The New Teen Titans v2 #10 — Joe says that he'll be the one to help Kole.

"No. Yes. Friends… Not lovers." "Don't be. Stay… Talk… Cry…" — The New Teen Titans v2 #10 — Kole propositions Joey after Adeline finds her father. He turns her down

"Everything's fine." — The New Teen Titans v2 #12 — Joe responds to Kole

"I want to join… to go. Please take me with you." — The New Teen Titans v2 #13 — Joe asks to go with Kory on her return to Tamaran

K: "If you're going, I'll come with you." J: "No… please don't." K: "Why not? I - - I thought you loved me… like I love you." J: "I care… very much… Please understand… please." — The New Teen Titans v2 #14 — Kole tries to convince Joe to stay on Earth

"No." — The New Teen Titans v2 #16 — Joe tells Ryand'r that Kory isn't doing so hot

"Friend." — The New Teen Titans v2 #18 — Joe and Ryand'r agree that they're friends

"I stayed with my mother last night. She told me. I… cried through the night." — The New Teen Titans v2 #18 — Joey has heard about Kole's death after returning to Earth

"Kole is gone and nothing can be done. Go to Dick. His pains have just begun." — The New Teen Titans v2 #18 — Joey tells Donna to comfort Dick, who is reeling from the breakup/Kory's marriage, instead of staying with him after Kole's death

"No." — The New Teen Titans v2 #22 — Joe turns down shooting pigeons

"Yes." — The New Teen Titans v2 #22 — Joe agrees that either he misses the Titans or they've disbanded, it is intentionally unclear

"Yes." — Teen Titans Spotlight #4 — Joe agrees to help Penelope Lord

"Where… is… she… ?" — Teen Titans Spotlight #4 — Joe wakes up after being knocked out defending Penelope Lord

"Yes!" — Teen Titans Spotlight #4 — Addie asks if Joe still wants to be a pat of the mission knowing Penelope might be using him

"Yes." — Teen Titans Spotlight #5 — Joe says he has the promethium blueprints

"I - - agree." — Teen Titans Spotlight #5 — Joe and Adeline agree that the Lords are using them

"Why, Penny - - Why?" — Teen Titans Spotlight #5 — Joey sees Penny working with the H.I.V.E.

"I know." — Teen Titans Spotlight #6 — Joe tells Adeline he knows the Lord's plan

"Home." — Teen Titans Spotlight #6 — Joe explains why the Lord's haven't blown up their base yet

"I have you, my painting, friends. Nothing else is important." — Teen Titans Spotlight #6

"What about Dick, Kory and Raven?" — The New Teen Titans v2 #24 — Donna and Joey are talking about rejoining/reforming the New Teen Titans

"Thank you." — The New Teen Titans v2 #24 — Joe is replying to Wally's compliments

"Donna, turn to me… I can phase into you… Free myself that way." — The New Teen Titans v2 #27 — Joey has been tied to a lightning rod by the brotherhood of evil, Donna is trying to rescue him

"Im going to help or die trying!" — Action Comics #584 — Joey is teaching sign language at a street school when he hears the Titans are fighting Superman

"Down, Starfire." — The New Teen Titans v2 #33 — The bridge by Titan's Tower is collapsing, Joey wants to get into the water to start rescues

J: "Worried." D: "About What?" J: "You." — The New Teen Titans v2 #33 — Conversation between Dick and Joey, when Dick picks Joey up at his apartment. 

"Okay." — The New Teen Titans v2 #33 — Joey confirms Raven's medical status.

*I can't tell if this is Joe or Sarah signing "I mean, he's not the first guy I broke up with, huh? What are you signing?" — The New Teen Titans v2 #41 — Joey is talking with Sarah Simms

"I know… I know…" —The New Teen Titans v2 #46 — After Vicki assaults him, Chris King is worried about what Vicki would have done to Joey if she had caught him

"And I have a date with Tish… at M.O.M.A." — The New Teen Titans v2 #47 — Joey turns down an invite to go to the movies with the Titans

"I don't know." — The New Titans v1 Annual #5 — Joe's answer when Dick asks him where Raven is.

"Night-night!" —The New Titans v1 #52 — Joey tells Vic to knock out the guy he's possessing

"D-I-C-K. R-A-V-E-N." — The New Titans v1 #61 — Joe fingerspells Dick and Raven's names.

"I do." — The New Titans v1 #63 — Gar asks Joe if he knows he and Slade are friends

[kdramaxoxo]

Can you recommend like a fun, silly, summery drama? I'm looking for similar vibes as Cheer Up or Age of Youth (female friendships are a plus). It's hard to find something without melodrama.

First off, I LOVE your user icon! (- ‿◦ )

And I definitely want to help you find something silly and easy to watch, especially as we enter the depths of winter! Some of these are a little less slice of life but still fun. Also I know you already watched/mentioned a couple of these but I'm adding them to the list for everyone else who might be game!

Light Hearted Fun K-dramas (little or no melo)

Soundtrack #1 (slice of life/romance) Best friends for almost 20 years, the two leads start having feelings for one another while working on a project. This drama only has a few episodes which is a shame because it's really cute! As a Park Hyung Sik Stan (sorry but Happiness broke me), he's great in this one and he hasn't lost all of his military weight yet which I LOVE :D

Fanletter Please! (slice of life/ romance) A sick child writes fan letters to her favorite star, an actress who for kdrama reasons is afraid of fan letters. This was a super sweet, short drama - I really liked it so much!

Into The Ring (workplace/romcom): The perfect slice-of-life rom com! Goo Se Ra has trouble holding down a job due to her passionate personality so after she loses her latest job working for the ML, she decides to run for a small government office position because it pays a salary. Literally she does it for the money which is just *chef’s kiss.* The show is about her dealing with local politics and it’s SO FUNNY and smart and the OTP is the best! 

King The Land (rom/com): A cold chaebol hotel owner meets his match (literally and figuratively) who is a top notch employee. There's a lot of push pull and the ML (MY BIAS!) Lee Junho's character falls hard and fast. It does have slow moments but if you literally want to watch a happy couple be happy (plus the skinship is chef's kiss and there is so much of it) you'll enjoy this one.

Melo Is My Nature (slice of life): This drama is by far my favorite slice-of-life drama of 2019. Found family, strong and complex characters, I laughed, I cried. Plus a gay character that’s an actual character, with the gay as a casual side note (classy k-drama!!) It was just a perfect show for me. There’s romance, but all of the stories are super interesting.

Top Management (slice of life) I know this show is mainly on Youtube Premium BUT I just got an email from Youtube basically saying “hey we know you never want to pay to watch our shows so we’re just going to let you ok?” so that’s something… Adorable mini drama about a girl who can see the future and becomes the rookie manager for a kpop band. Fun and easy.

Business Proposal (rom/com) Seriously this drama is almost the exact same plot as The Secret Life of My Secretary. It's really fun and cute (just like the latter) and if you like one, you'll like the other ;-)

True To Love / Bo Rah Deborah (rom/com) Bo Rah is a relationship expert publishing her book. She works with a man who is her total opposite making it a cute enemies to lovers. Yoo in Ah is literally so adorable I love watching her! (If I'm honest I can't remember a TON about this drama but I do remember it being an easy watch).

Her Private Life (romcom): Park Min Young really knows how to pick dramas. I loved this one about a museum curator who is secretly a fangirl obsessed with an idol. It’s fun and fluffy but does have a very mild childhood trauma thing with his mother but I mean, 99% of dramas like this do? If you like this one, Touch Your Heart and Why Secretary Kim are by the same person and have similar vibes.

Touch Your Heart (rom/com) A sweet, silly and very mild rom com about a serious boss and his hallyu star secretary. This show was an obvious response to the chemistry that Lee Dong Wook and Yoo In Na had in Goblin so it was nice to see them together again. Yoo In Na is such a fun person to watch!

Fight for My Way (slice of life/romcom): I love this drama! Always a fave for me, this drama is funny and heartwarming! The leading lady is a strong female which I LOVE, and Park Seo Joon plays her really cute down to earth best friend. It’s a childhood friends to lovers trope with a group of regular people (no rich heirs in this show!) and has a happy ending and a lot of cute flirting, cuddling and kissing. Argh I love these two!

Age of Youth 1 (slice of life): Age of Youth/ Hello My Twenties is one of the best k-dramas that centers around strong female friendships. A group of wildly different girls find themselves rooming together in an apartment. Lots of romance too, but the girl’s lives and friendships are the primary focus.

Shopping King Louie (romcom): Ridiculously fun and lighthearted romp following a spoiled and useless chaebol with amnesia who is being taken care of by a country bumpkin in the city. Very low stakes, super adorable couple, and as many tropes as you can fit in your bag, this one is one of my favorites to recommend.

Eulachacha Waikiki / Laughter In Waikiki (slice of life comedy, romance) I hope you’re ready for a crazy amount of unlikely situations and nutty hijinks because this show is probably one the most silly ones I’ve ever watched. It follows a group of friends who own a hostel so it’s a slice of life drama. At certain points I was like “this is TOO silly” but I’m glad I stuck with it cause it was so hilarious. Plus, the baby is a star!

Wok of Love (rom/com) Despite the fact that the show was shortened by two episodes because of sports, this drama is a funny and quirky show worth watching. Many people dropped it because it was SO crazy for the first couple of episodes (it has a talking horse people!), but it does settle into a really sweet and fun story about a chef, a gangster and a rich girl and her family. If you love food, this show is for YOU!

And finally, if you don't mind a bit of melo, I highly recommend Run On!

Enjoy <3

[clinicallyinsanelovergirl]

NSFW A-Z Headcanons: Henry Creel

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

It truly depends on the night. If you catch him when he’s in a good mood he is so very gentle with you. He will fetch some sort of cloth to clean you up with and grab you a glass of water. But God help you if he’s in the mood for a quick fuck. He will just leave you a trembling mess and never look back. This man is truly unpredictable.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Favorite body part of his: He loves his hands. Especially seeing them wrapped around your precious throat. Or seeing just how tiny your’s are compared to his.

Favorite body part of your’s: He simply adores your lips. Wether they are smiling up at you, moaning, or pouting, he can’t get enough of them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He wants nothing more than to cover you with his cum. Just to mark his territory and let people know that you are his. He loves to cum on your chest, thighs, even your face if you let him. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves seeing you afraid. The fear in your eyes when you don’t know what he’s going to do next makes him rock hard. He also adores when you cry. Seeing tears run down your face just means he’s doing a good job.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

It’s hard to say exactly how he became so experienced. But you can bet your ass he knows exactly what he is doing when it comes to your body.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Here’s a few of his favorite positions <3

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I don’t believe there has ever been a time where he hasn’t been dead serious or down right frightening during the moment. Sure he has his gentle moments, but he’s not exactly the one to let a chuckle slip through the cracks when he fucks you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He is a very clean man. He keeps himself groomed and as perfect as he can possibly be at all times. His hair is neatly trimmed and slightly darker than his luscious blonde locks.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Well as I mentioned before, he has two approaches two sex. He can either be very scary and rough. So in that case he isn’t really intimate or interested in the lovey-dovey stuff. But when he is gentle, he will go to all lengths to makes you feel loved and pampered. He will whisper how beautiful you are or how much he adores you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Now, he doesn’t do it very often. But if you are caught up with something in the lab and aren’t able to see him for awhile, that’s a different story. He will take your panties or some item of clothing that smells like you and have an absolute field day. It’s a rarity that he will give into those types of urges when he’s alone.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Fear play, choking, size kink, knives, intimidation, light bondage, whispering, light blood play.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Empty offices, your room, the nurse’s station when it’s not in use

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Hearing you whine/moan his name absolutely gets him going. That most definitely has him weak in the knees.

Seeing you wearing Summery dresses or just any type of formal wear

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He is a very selfish man, so there would be no way in hell he would ever share you with anyone. So threesomes are a huge turn off for him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Giving: He is a giver what can I say. And he absolutely loves to do it. He loves roughly gripping your thighs as his kneels between you legs. And by God is he good at it. That tongue of his is quite skilled.

Receiving: There’s something so special about seeing you on your knees before him. He loves pushing you to your very limit and seeing the tears roll down your flushed cheeks.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He will take his sweet time with you. He wants to mark and explore every part of your body. But with him it isn’t always one way or another. When he is feeling in the mood he will take extra time to tease and play with every little part of your body. But when someone in his day ticks him off, you best believe that this reflects the way he fucks you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If a quickie is all he can do, he will definitely take the opportunity. He’s not one to shy away from fucking at you at any chance he gets. But he definitely prefers being able to take his time with you without being rushed.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Oh absolutely. At night he will slip into your quarters even when there are guards patrolling the area. This usually involves a hand over your mouth when he fucks you. As mentioned before, he likes to fuck in empty offices, but with the lab being a very busy place you never know who might walk in.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This man has an inhuman amount of stamina. He could go again and again if he wanted to. But he usually limits it to two times because he knows there’s only so much you can take.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

There’s not much that can be used around the lab. So he has to get real creative. He will use his belt as makeshift handcuffs. But that’s about the extent of it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He LOVES to tease. He likes to make you squirm with his feather light touches. It also gets you all flustered which is another plus. He loves seeing your cheeks flush out of pure frustration.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He isn’t exactly loud. But he will make soft grunts/moans in the moment, just loud enough for you to hear. The loudest he will get is when he’s dirty talking. Telling you about all of the things he’s gonna do to you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

This man absolutely has a God complex. He thinks he’s some angel that should be worshipped. He likes to see you kneel before him, it just makes him feel so powerful. He constantly reminds you that your his and only his.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

This man is tall, so naturally he has an impressive length. It’s rather veiny as well.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

If there’s one thing you can count on, it’s this man’s sex drive. After he fucks you once, it’s the only thing he can think about.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes a little bit for him to fall asleep. You are most likely the first to fall asleep, so he will stay awake and watch you. He will run his fingers through you hair, and gently caress your cheeks.

[magicshopaholic]

The Wedding (Seokjin x OC)

Summary: After deciding to keep your distance from each other, you and Seokjin meet at a wedding. Amidst tents and fairy lights, you get a reality check and Seokjin says something he's not sure he means.

Pairing: Seokjin x OC

Genre: Best friends; angst

Word count: 8.5 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol

A/N: Less action, more introspection. A ton of angst. Set a little over a month after On Call.

Tagging:  @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @dreaming-with-happiness @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @kflixnet  (italics could not be tagged; drop a message if you want to be added)

Listen to: “shiver” by coldplay

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Pristine. Everything is pristine. The freshly mown grass that’s no longer damp, the thin white sheets of the tent that make it seem like it’s floating, the accents of green in the linens and place settings - everything is, as planned, perfect. The guests milling about look lovely as well; everyone is in pastels and florals with flowers and corsages, looking very light and summery.

Seokjin surveys the scenery critically, mentally ticking items off in his mind. Everything seems like it’s mostly turned out the way his brother and the bride wanted it to - except for one thing. When Seokjin spots it, making its way through the wedding lawn in a floaty dress, delicate heels and a duffel bag, all he focuses on is trying not to laugh.

Nari catches his eye from ten feet away and her face breaks out into a tentative smile. Seokjin returns it and starts walking towards her, meeting her halfway by one of the tables.

“Wow,” she says, looking around before her gaze lands back onto him. “Everything looks beautiful. Including you,” she adds playfully, tugging lightly on his collar. “Very dapper.”

“Thanks. You look…” Pretty. Beautiful. Lovely. “... nervous.”

Her smile fades slightly and she exhales. “Is it that obvious?” she asks anxiously.

“I mean, you seem a little winded,” he amends, brushing a wayward strand of hair off her shoulder. “Do you want to sit down? Maybe have some water or something? What’s with the bag?”

“Oh, that -” Nari heaves it on one of the chairs. “I had to leave straight from the hospital. Got changed on the train.” She smoothes the leaf green dress self-consciously. “I didn’t know if I’d make it in time and I didn’t want to hold everything up…”

“Don’t worry about it. You look great,” he tells her honestly. Her smile of relief makes his stomach unexpectedly flip and Seokjin winces, hoping that this won’t be the rest of the evening. “I’m glad you came, Nari.”

She nods, and the pause after it is enough to tell him she understands what he means. “Of course I did. I’ve known your family for a long time. And besides,” she adds, her voice suddenly drier, “apparently I have a job to do.”

“Ah, yes.” Seokjin claps his hands and nods, stopping a waiter passing by them and taking two mimosas. Handing one to Nari, he gestures to her dress. “Ready to be the ultimate bridesmaid of the year?” He snickers when she rolls her eyes and takes a large gulp of the drink.

“Wow, I needed that. Are you sure Hyorin couldn’t find someone else to fill in?” she whines. “I feel really out of place in a dress this fancy.”

“Nari, you look amazing. Don’t worry about -”

“It’s not just the dress. It’s the whole carrying of the flowers and the walking down the aisle…” She sighs dramatically. “I can single-handedly ruin this wedding without meaning to.”

Seokjin frowns, bewildered. “How?”

Nari gives him a look. “Uh, hello? I’m a very clumsy person,” she informs him.

“Always a great quality in a surgeon.”

She slaps his shoulder lightly, ignoring his snicker. “Not in the OR. When I’m at work, I have great dexterity, balance and fantastic hand-eye coordination,” she says icily. “But when I have to be pretty and choreographed? It’s going to be a disaster.”

“If it helps,” says Seokjin gently, “I don’t think anyone’s going to be looking at you.”

“One can only hope,” she mutters, adjusting the breezy folds of her dress again. “What if I do trip, though? I’m not used to wearing heels.”

“That’s why you feel so much taller!” he exclaims, clicking his tongue at his own stupidity. He holds her shoulder with one hand and takes a step closer to her, the top of her head brushing his forehead. A flowery scent - lilies or something - hits him suddenly and settles somewhere in his abdomen, knocking into every nerve ending on the way. 

“Come on, don’t make me feel more ridiculous than I already do,” she admonishes him, stepping back and downing the rest of her drink at once. She seems too nervous to feel awkward, and Seokjin tries to gather himself.

“Look, you’re overthinking this,” he tells her, silently handing her the rest of his drink that she takes gratefully. “It’s a few steps down the aisle, stand, cry, walk back. That’s it.”

“Cry?”

“Yeah. But, like, in a pretty way.”

“Got it. I should probably write this down,” she says wryly, as a gentle breeze blows her hair back.

“I can count you in,” he offers. “I’ll already be up there next to hyung - just watch me, step on my count. You’ll be fine.”

“How is counting going to help?”

“Counting always helps. I am an idol and I dance for a living, so I know these things now,” he says loftily, smiling when she finally, finally laughs. The faint pink spots on her cheeks are suddenly visible and she looks beautiful.

“What would I do without you to count me in?”

“I know, right?”

Nari’s phone pings then and she fishes in the side pocket of her duffel bag. “Imagine life with pockets, right?” she jokes, swiping through the screen. “Okay, Hyorin says I have to go get my hair and make-up done next to the bridal suite.” She exhales deeply. “It’s getting real.”

“Top floor of the hotel,” supplies Seokjin preemptively. “Dude, what are you so nervous for?” he asks, spotting a cousin over her shoulder and waving absently. “You’re a surgeon. You cut bodies open. How is this more stressful than that?”

“That’s different,” she tells him, now having finished the rest of Seokjin’s drink as well. “I’m not a surgeon right now; I’m a bridesmaid. I’m on the other side of the door now,” she adds.

Seokjin pauses. “What’s that now?”

“It’s just something we say at the hospital,” she mutters, waving a hand. When he frowns deeper, she sighs. “When we’re in the OR, we’re surgeons. The patient isn’t a person; it’s a human body that we need to fix. Everything is dictated by logic and science. But when we go out the OR door,” she explains, “we have to talk to the family, talk to the physio, to the lab - sometimes the pathologist. So we’re not surgeons anymore.”

“Right…”

“And then when we go out the hospital doors, we go back to our personal lives, to our families, our friends - we’re not doctors anymore. We’re people,” she finishes. 

“You’re on the other side of the door,” repeats Seokjin.

“Exactly. Everything’s different on the other side.” Nari tilts her head, apparently satisfied that he’s understood her convoluted metaphor.

“Mhm. So if someone dropped dead at this wedding, you’re not going to go over and help?”

“Trust me, Kimbap,” she says, picking the duffel bag up. “If someone’s already dead when they drop, there’s nothing I can do to help.” With that comforting thought, she pats his shoulder and starts walking past him to the hotel building. “Wait.”

“Top floor.”

“No, I know.” Nari bites her lip, looking just a bit embarrassed. “No one’s going to be looking at me, right? You promise?”

Seokjin is hit, once again, by the same urge to laugh. But he holds himself together and shakes his head, hoping to keep the collective anxiety of the wedding at a minimum. “Absolutely. I promise.”

— 

To no surprise of his, Seokjin breaks his promise the moment he gets the chance.

Maybe it’s the hair and make-up, maybe it’s the fact that once she’s made it down the aisle without incident, her face is calm and relaxed. Or maybe it’s the fact that after over a month of deliberate distance, something has finally forced both of them under the same roof with nowhere to run or hide. It’s just good to see her again.

Nari seems to be concentrating on Seongjook’s speech, smiling occasionally. She’s the tallest of the bridesmaids, standing right at the end, loose curls falling down her collarbone as she laughs politely at a joke. It’s a gimbap joke; he waits for her to catch his gaze and grins when she does.

She frowns slightly, suppressing a smile. Did you write that joke?

He shakes his head an infinitesimal amount, silently scoffing. No way. My puns aren’t that subtle.

Nari rolls her eyes and looks away, but Seokjin doesn’t. It’s so good to see her again.

“Congratulations,” he says after a while, coming up behind her at the bar. “You did it.”

Nari turns immediately and her face relaxes with relief. “All thanks to you, of course. What will you have?”

“Oh, nothing for me, thanks.”

“Really?” She frowns, taking in his appearance. “You look a little… frazzled. No, your hair is fine, Kimbap,” she adds, rolling her eyes when he immediately goes to check. “I’m talking about your expression.”

“Oh.” Seokjin’s shoulders slump slightly. “The caterer screwed up. Two extra chicken dishes in place of vegetarian ones and the dessert seems to have been switched with another order.” He shakes his head forlornly.

“Damn.” Nari is quiet for a moment. “What is it?”

He frowns. “I just told you. Not enough vegetarian orders and the -”

“No, I meant, what’s the new dessert?” she interrupts patiently.

“Oh. It’s crème brûlée.”

“I like crème brûlée.”

Seokjin scoffs. “It’s overrated.” When Nari gasps from next to him, he rolls his eyes. “Fine, I like it, too. But Hyorin doesn’t, and that’s what matters.”

“Maybe she won’t mind,” suggests Nari. “I just met her - for a bride on her wedding day, she seemed pretty laidback.” When all Seokjin does is drop his head on the bar and groan, she frowns curiously. “Were you in charge of desserts or something?”

“No, I wasn’t in charge of anything,” he replies, lifting his head up heavily. “We’ve been touring for half the year and travelling for something or the other. My own brother’s wedding and I showed up in the last two weeks,” he laments. “The least I could do was promise that I would take care of today. You know what? Maybe I will have that drink.”

Nari pats him awkwardly on the shoulder and requests two shots of soju. “Cheers, Kimbap, to what will still be a great wedding despite the dessert disaster. The dess-aster,” she adds, clinking her glass with his and grinning when he snorts.

They down a shot each; Nari’s insides feel like they might melt and she emerges from a coughing fit to see Seokjin wiping his eyes. 

“Thanks for that.” He nods. “You did good, too. You know what I remembered when I saw you standing up there in that dress?”

Something races in Nari’s chest. “Um, no. What?” she asks, pretending to be busy stirring her drink.

“You remember back in high school when we all did that play?” Seokjin begins, and she doesn’t know if she’s imagining his eyes softer than before. “Snow White?”

“Yeah?”

“Remember how you really wanted to be Snow White? You said you finally felt pretty enough to be a princess,” he adds knowingly.

“Oh, God, I really said that?” she asks, cringing slightly. “Wow, I was lame.”

“No, it was cute. You were always pretty enough to be a princess,” he says casually.

Nari’s cheeks grow warm and she hopes it’s the drink. “Anyway. You were saying?”

“Yeah, uh… so remember when you were planning to audition for the lead but then the casting got posted on the notice board anyway? And when you searched for your name, you saw you were -”

“A tree?” Nari’s jaw drops. “That’s what I remind you of today? Because I’m wearing a green dress and these - stupid - heels?”

Seokjin guffaws, although whether it’s at the memory or her reaction, Nari doesn’t know. She stares at him coldly until he finally catches his breath.

“They only gave me that silly part because I was tall,” she mutters, feeling her mood sour. She finishes the rest of her drink and gestures for another. 

“You were waving your arms in the air and everything,” he remembers fondly, pinching her cheeks affectionately.

Nari swats his hand away. “I hate you.”

“My point is, you killed that role,” he informs her, “so you should have a little more confidence in yourself.”

She squints. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Seokjin taps the bar. “I should go. Maybe if my brother gets Hyorin drunk enough, she won’t care about the desserts.”

“You’re a great best man.” Nari’s attention is diverted when the bartender places a drink in front of her. Picking it up, she frowns. “Uh, I asked for a white wine, not a… is this a Negroni?”

The bartender gestures to the end of the bar. “That gentleman over there sent you a drink.”

She peers around Seokjin while he turns around to see a young man, maybe slightly younger than them, smiling awkwardly and raising his glass.

Nari waves back, a little belatedly. “Isn’t it an open bar?” she mutters. The bartender simply shrugs and nods, a little too knowingly for her liking.

Meanwhile, Seokjin is still staring and doesn’t turn back around until she taps him on the shoulder. “It is an open bar,” he answers uselessly. “Oh, I was just - I was just trying to figure out if he’s from our side or the bride’s side. He doesn’t seem familiar. Do you know him?”

Seokjin sounds strange, but it’s lost in favour of the dread settling in Nari’s stomach. “No, I don’t. But I don’t need to.” She scans the crowd and locks eyes with exactly who she was looking for, her suspicions confirmed when the person immediately averts her eyes and turns away. “I know my mother.”

Realisation dawns on Seokjin’s face and he lets out a bark of a laugh, even though Nari herself can find nothing amusing about the situation. “Well, this was bound to happen, wasn’t it?” he exclaims wryly, sounding remarkably less worried than before.

“Why is she doing this?” Nari mutters, suppressing a groan and taking an absent sip of her drink. “She’d gotten so good over the last few months, telling me to work and get enough sleep and stuff. What - she sees one wedding dress and suddenly gets worried about my single arse?”

“Seems like it,” he chortles. “Are you going to talk to him? You should at least thank him for the drink.”

“Don’t you have some catering crisis to attend to?”

“I bet I’m looking forward to it more than you are to your crisis.”

“Fuck me.” Nari shakes her head and hops off the stool. “May as well get this over with.” Forcing a smile on her face, she hops off the stool, adjusting her dress. “Wish me luck.”

“Go snag yourself a husband, champ.”

Whacking him on the shoulder and ignoring his exaggerated gasp, she makes her way over. When she turns around to look at him one last time, he winks at her. His confident stance, his elbow resting on the bar, his jet black hair catching the light; for a moment, Nari wishes she were walking in the opposite direction.

“Nari, right?”

She stops abruptly when the sender of the drink appears before her. “Yeah, um, thanks for the drink…” She raises her eyebrows.

“Oh, Seokmin.”

Close enough.

—

Seokmin, as it turns out, is quite alright. He’s polite and nice, works as a stockbroker (Nari can almost picture Seokjin going “Score!” with a straight face) and seems good at holding his liquor. That being said, he’s not the best at holding conversation.

Fifteen minutes and a Negroni later, Nari stomps over to the tables. The music is upbeat and lively, and the sky is beginning to set.

“Mother.”

Dressed in finery and holding a cocktail with immense precision, Nari’s mother turns to her. “Oh, Nari!” she exclaims with exaggerated surprise. “How good to see you!”

“Don’t,” she warns, looking around for a chair to slouch in. “Who is -”

“Oh, this is Jaehyun,” she interrupts, her gaze shifting to someone behind Nari. On cue, a deep voice sounds in her ear, making her jump.

“Hi,” he says, towering over her. 

“Um -” An uncommon occurrence for Nari, feeling this short, she digresses. “How - who -”

“Jaehyun. Our mothers know each other from pottery class,” he explains.

“Our -” Nari looks around, murderous, but her mother has disappeared. She turns to Jaehyun, who looks like he’s just walked off a runway, with his hair achieving a wet look hers could never, and his shirt unbuttoned to somewhere near his diaphragm. 

He frowns. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” she says automatically. “I’m sorry - how can I help you?”

It’s her Hail Mary question; most men her mother sends her way are easily startled by it and stutter an excuse. But not Jaehyun, apparently.

“I was hoping to buy you a drink,” he answers smoothly.

She stares. “Isn’t it an open bar?” she asks for the second time today.

He chuckles. “True. Maybe I can bring you a free one now and actually buy you one tomorrow? Or whenever you’re free,” he adds, smiling good-naturedly.

Nari nods absently, for he’s so, so very tall. “Let’s start with the free one now, I think,” she suggests. “And we’ll see how it goes.”

Jaehyun is less boring than Seokmin, she decides. He works as a manager in Conde Nast and his stories about his work are fun. He seems incredibly impressed with Nari’s career as a doctor and lightly touches her hand when she brings up how much death she sees at work. His segue out of the conversation is commendable as well, and she gives him the spiel about being on the other side of the door. 

“That’s so healthy,” he remarks, and Nari warms up to him slightly. The breeze makes his hair blow elegantly and she sips the wine he got her, observing it. “Great evening, huh?” He fishes around in his pocket and retrieves something. “Would you care for a - oh. I’m guessing you don’t smoke?”

Nari squints. “I don’t,” she says after a moment. “Did my story about the pneumothorax patient give it away?”

Jaehyun laughs weakly. “Do you… do you mind if I…?”

“Knock yourself out.”

Ten minutes later, Nari is back inside the tent, having abandoned Jaehyun to smoke peacefully with a few others to whom he’d lent a lighter. The secondhand smoke is bad enough, but Nari has simply had it with the impromptu blind dates. She grabs a champagne flute from a passing waiter and guzzles it down rapidly, her gaze darting around for her mother.

By the time she does spot her mother, it’s to see her talking to yet another young man. The alarm bells go off in her head immediately and she spins around on the spot, ready to be anywhere but here.

Seokjin, she thinks, and stumbles over to the bar to get a better view of the tent. Her phone is still in her duffel bag in the make-up suite next to the bridal one, the unfortunate reality of a dress with no pockets, so she looks around while trying to stay out of her mother’s sight and finally hears his worried exclamations before she even sees him.

Nari finds him behind the stage. “Kimbap!” she cries, realising a moment later that she’s interrupted a heated conversation. “Oh - sorry. I’ll just be -” She points vaguely and steps away, but Seokjin frowns and follows her anyway.

“Just get him on the phone for me,” he instructs the man he was speaking to, before turning to Nari. “Nari? What - are you drunk?”

“Not really.” She sighs and leans against a pole wrapped in satin. “Can we talk?”

“Uh, now’s not a good time,” he says uneasily, checking his phone. “Too much is going wrong at the same time. The car’s broken down and apparently one of the cheques hasn’t cleared -” He breaks off. “Is everything okay?”

“No,” she answers at once. “My mother is driving me crazy.”

Seokjin frowns and checks his phone. “Alright, I have, like… five minutes,” he says almost apologetically.

“That works.” Before he can change his mind, she steers him outside near the entrance. “Need some fresh air like you wouldn’t believe,” she informs him, running a hand through her hair. When the cool breeze hits her face, she’s suddenly aware of how hot her skin is.

“What’s wrong?”

She turns. “What?”

He raises his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” he asks urgently. “You said you needed to talk?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s just my mom,” she says dismissively, rolling her eyes. “Setting me up with guys like she’s finding them on a conveyor belt. And they’re all the fucking same,” she adds scathingly, “with their jobs and their can I buy you a drinks and their smoking.” She shudders. “Fucking nightmare.”

Seokjin is quiet for a moment. “What’s wrong with them?”

Nari frowns, not sure she’s heard him correctly. “What do you mean? Were you not listening?”

“No, I was. You said they were talking about their jobs and offering to buy you drinks.” He slips his hands into his pockets, his face unmoving. “What’s wrong with that?”

“I mean, they -” Nari breaks off, wondering if she’s too drunk to understand him. “What do you mean? They’re going along with it, aren’t they? With their moms setting them up and shit?”

“So are you,” he replies calmly.

“Not by choice,” she shoots back.

“Maybe it wasn’t their choice either.”

Something’s wrong. Nari suddenly feels as though she’s speaking over a chasm in between them. “Well… then they didn’t have to do it, did they?”

“Maybe they did,” he reasons, voice still calm but an odd stillness in his eyes. “And in their defense, they aren’t whining to their friends about it.”

Nari feels like she’s just been slapped. “Excuse me?”

Seokjin shrugs, hands still in his pockets. “Am I wrong? Or is there something else you’re not telling me? Because all I ever hear you complain about is that you’re going to be alone forever because your whole life is at the hospital, but when you actually get a chance to change that? You don’t even try - and for some reason, I have to listen to you bitch about it.”

“What - what are you talking about?” She can hear her voice shake now, but whether it’s the inebriation or the cold or the shock of Seokjin speaking to her with such disdain, she can’t tell. “I don’t always complain about it - and I’m not - I’m not asking you to -”

“God, Nari, this is my brother’s wedding,” he interrupts, sounding frustrated now. “I’m dealing with arrangements gone wrong and arguing with the hotel manager - and you dragged me away from that to whine about how too many men are chasing after you? Are you serious right now?”

“How is that -”

But Seokjin interrupts her again, his irritated expression throwing Nari for a loop. He looks like a stranger.

“I can’t do it anymore, Nari, okay? If you want to actually be with someone - like, truly be with someone - you have to actually get off your arse and do something about it, alright? All these guys actually seem okay. And if they aren’t, then tell your mom to stop. I mean, I don’t know what it is you’re looking for or if even you know what that is, but I’m - I’m getting a little sick of it. It’s exhausting having to deal with your problems all the time.” He shakes his head. “I have so much else to deal with tonight, Nari. I really don’t have time for this.”

The lump in her throat seems to have appeared out of nowhere and it takes her by surprise, so she says nothing when he sighs, when he pinches the bridge of his nose like he wants to say something else, and when he apparently thinks better of it and brushes past her to go inside. 

Nari doesn’t move, however, the shame and guilt and bewilderment welling up inside her at the thought of Seokjin being this annoyed with her. It takes a lot for Seokjin to lash out; she knows because it’s never happened before, not with her. 

She wonders if everything he’s said is true and her cheeks burn with embarrassment. How long has he been feeling this way? A year? Longer than that? Suddenly, she cringes at every memory of calling or texting him in their adulthood, squatting in his house, eating his food and sleeping in his bed, all the while unknowing if he really wanted her to be there or not.

What about everything else? A small voice brings forth what she hopes hasn’t played a part in this sudden twist of events. But, no. Seokjin wouldn’t lie about that. He wouldn’t touch her under false pretences, she tells herself. They were adults and their slips in judgement probably had less to do with this and more to do with the fact that… she doesn’t know. Lowered inhibitions? Stress? She doesn’t want her mind to go beyond that.

Nari swallows a dry sob and immediately shakes her head, wiping a stray tear of shock that seems to have escaped, and slowly turns to walk back inside but stops. Seokjin will be in there, and she’s not sure she’s ready to face him right now. She sits on the low ledge and drops her head into her hands, wondering where she went wrong. 

His face haunts her, cold and sickened. I’m getting sick of it. She slips off her heels and sighs softly when her soles touch the cool grass. She’s not used to walking in these; the last time she’d worn them to an event this formal, she’d taken them off and walked back barefoot. Alongside her, Seokjin had taken off his shoes as well, claiming he didn’t like being the only one wearing shoes.

It’s like being the only person drinking, he’d said.

“Fuck,” she whispers, her stomach churning painfully.

“Sorry,” says a voice behind her.

Startled, Nari turns around, her heart in her mouth. For a wild moment, she imagines Seokjin is back. But it’s not him, not even close. “Oh,” she utters, unable to hide her disappointment. “Wait, I know you. Summer camp?”

“Close,” he says, moving closer to her but not sitting down. “Our families were on a group vacation once. We played football together.”

“Right.” She remembers now, vaguely. “You can sit,” she says after a moment, noting how he’s awkwardly hovering. He, thankfully, does not seem to have a drink with him. “Did, uh… did my mother send you?”

He looks vaguely confused. “Send me… where?”

Unlikely, but technically possible. “It’s nothing. I’m Nari, by the way.”

“Jinho.”

The silence is loud and awkward, and Nari makes no move to change it. 

“So… do you still play football?”

“No,” she answers. “I’m a doctor.”

“Wow. Impressive. You were a good player, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You and your friend - Seokjin, I think? He was the best man today.”

Nope, I’m out. Something feels close to snapping inside Nari and it takes all her strength not to take it out on a complete stranger. 

“I’m - I’m really sorry,” she stutters, hating how her voice trembles, “but I really have to go inside. I need to - I need to find my mom.”

“Oh, okay. No worries. Do you want me to -”

But Nari is already halfway inside, hopping from one foot to another to slip her heels back on before gathering the floaty material of her dress and entering the tented area. She spots the person she’s looking for instantly - and this time, they’re both alone.

“Nari, you look… pale,” says her mother, vague concern spreading across her face. A moment later, she procures a plate of sushi and places it in front of her. “Eat.”

“I’m fine, mother,” mutters Nari listlessly, dropping into the chair beside her. Despite her protests, she picks up a piece and pops it into her mouth.

Her mother’s face brightens considerably. “Are you having a good time?”

Nari gives her a look. “How could I not, when you pass me around from guy to guy like we’re window shopping at a mall?”

“Nari!” Her mother admonishes her. “How uncouth. And besides, they’re all very nice young men.”

“Really? The first one told me that while he thought being a doctor was valuable, he still preferred his partners to have less demanding jobs so there isn’t any unnecessary competition at home. It’s like he was interviewing me,” she adds in disgust.

“Oh.” Her mother grimaces. “Well. That one’s a bad apple then. What about the others?”

“Mom, what does it matter? Why can’t we have one social event where we just act normal?” she asks, shoving another piece of sushi into her mouth.

“We are normal. I just know you don’t have the time, honey,” she explains calmly, brushing back her daughter’s hair. “I don’t want you to wake up alone one morning and have regrets.”

“I won’t,” says Nari, more firmly than she’d intended. “God, I was so happy that you’d stopped this. I thought you’d finally come around to the fact that my life is worthwhile just the way it is.”

“Of course I think your life is worthwhile,” says her mother, now sounding a bit offended. “And I stopped because…” She trails off, looking slightly uncomfortable now.

“Because what?”

“Well…” She sighs and tilts her head. “I thought you were seeing someone. And I was so happy for you, honey.”

That catches Nari off-guard. “Why would you think that? Did you hear it from Seokjin’s mom or something? Because she’s probably mistaken if she thinks -”

“No, no, she didn’t tell me anything,” interrupts her mother. “I thought you were seeing Seokjin.”

There’s a moment of extremely confused silence. 

“You - you thought I was dating Seokjin?” In light of everything that’s just happened, it seems like a horribly cruel joke. “God, mom… there’s no way that…” She swallows, replaying his harsh words in her head again. “There’s just no way,” she mutters, shaking her head.

“I - are you sure?”

Nari’s head snaps up. “What? Am I sure I wasn’t dating him? Yeah, pretty sure, mom. Why would you even think that?”

“Well, because you were always talking about him,” replies her mother, now sounding more like her usual self. “And you would tell me how he picked you up or how you were at his house and he was making you dinner. He helped get your car fixed,” she reminds her.

“Yeah, but… mom, that’s because we’re friends,” says Nari weakly, her heart sinking, for another part of Seokjin’s outburst has suddenly come to mind - I don’t know what it is you’re looking for - but she can’t bring herself to deconstruct it right now. “There’s nothing else there. Believe me.”

Her mother says nothing more, and Nari wonders if she’s picked up on her tone. It’s pointless, she thinks, because there’s nothing like being paraded around by your mother for dates, combined with an unforeseen reality check from your best friend, to bring forth an ill-timed realisation - and answer to his question.

“I’m sorry, honey.” Her mother’s apology, equally unexpected, brings Nari out of her thoughts. All of a sudden, she feels guilty.

“No, mom. You - it’s not your fault.” Her gaze falls to her lap. “You were just trying to help.”

“Yeah… but I didn’t realise those men would make you this unhappy.”

“It’s not them, mom,” she confesses, hating it when Seokjin is right. “They’re all fine. Not perfect, but okay. They’re just not…” Here, she trails off - not because she doesn’t know the word, but because it’s right there on the tip of her tongue. The answer is so easy but even the mention of it is enough to make her start crying and if she starts crying in front of her mother, there’s no stopping it.

They don’t speak about it anymore the rest of the night. Nari sits with her mother through the toasts and the dances, too nauseous to eat but not wanting to sit empty-handed, so she keeps a steady supply of champagne coming to her table. The entire time, she simply hopes she doesn’t run into Seokjin again, for while she has no idea if his problems have been solved, it’s not something she wants to risk right now.

She needn’t worry, however; Seokjin is bustling around at the family table for the most part, and on the face of it, the wedding seems to have made it through perfectly. Hyorin looks tired but still radiant, while her husband just looks as though he’s accomplished something incredible. Seokjin… she tries not to look at him as he poses with the family for pictures, looking more handsome than ever. He doesn’t even seem to remember their incident; he laughs and converses easily with the people around him, and not once does he look in Nari’s direction.

When the night finally comes to an end, Nari follows her mother with haste. The bride, the groom and their families stand near the exit, seeing their guests off. Seokjin is there, too, naturally, and he greets her mother and father, who had been with his friends for most of the wedding. Nari says goodbye to everyone but hangs back here, not knowing what she might say if she’s face-to-face with him - or worse, what he might say.

There’s a moment, a fraction of a second before they’re about to leave, when she catches his eye. His smile fades slightly and Nari feels an invisible force pushing her to talk to him. This is Seokjin, says a voice, slurring a bit. Nothing is so bad that you can’t talk to Seokjin.

But the next moment, his face from earlier swims back into view and her face burns with humiliation. She averts her gaze instantly and shuffles behind her parents as they leave the wedding, trying to ignore the sickening feeling that she’s forgetting something.

The feeling doesn’t go away, not when she reaches her parents’ house, not when she drags herself to the kitchen to hydrate before she passes out, not when she falls into bed with her leafy green bridesmaid’s dress still on, drunk and alone.

—

The next morning, Nari wakes with a jerk, her head pounding and the immediate continuation of the feeling that she’s definitely forgetting something. 

She forgot to change; that much is apparent when she stumbles into her bathroom to see her dress still on, hair still partially pinned but dishevelled. Even her make-up is still on, smudged and messy. Groaning, she begins wiping it off, hoping this horrid feeling will go away before she has to take the train back to Seoul today.

Her parents aren’t in their room, but morning walks are part of their routine. Nari makes her way slowly down the stairs when the first wave of nausea hits and she hurries to the guest bathroom, only to throw up what feels like a week’s worth of champagne. The doctor in her knows she needs to eat, but there’s nothing that seems less appealing than that at the moment. At the moment, water and fresh air is about all she can stomach right now.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she peers out the window and sighs in relief to see a cloudy sky. Still in the stupid dress from last night, Nari opens the front door and warily takes in a breath of cool air, only to come face-to-face with Seokjin.

For a moment she thinks she might be hallucinating and hopes she won’t hurl right here on her parents’ front porch. Seokjin looks far better than her; his skin glows and hair is as thick and lush as ever, a frown on his forehead as he stops at the bottom of the steps. Behind him, his Range Rover stands parked on the street.

“Whoa, are you okay?” The concern in his voice is the same as Before, but it feels so much harder to hear. “You look… are you hungover?”

Nari doesn’t open her mouth, too afraid she might throw up again. She nods jerkily and gulps another mouthful of water, her gaze falling to the ground. She doesn’t want to think about what a mess she looks like; her chest is already beginning to hurt again.

As though he can tell, Seokjin’s expression fades slowly from confusion to guilt. “Nari -” He swallows and climbs another couple of steps, still keeping his distance. “I tried to call you. Last night, I did. But I can understand that you didn’t - you didn’t want to talk. And I don’t blame you,” he adds hastily. “I was - I was such a jerk and I’m really -”

“Wait, what did you say?” Her voice is hoarse, but something he’s said has just made sense. It’s right there, just out of reach.

“Um… I was a jerk?”

“Before that.”

“I know you probably didn’t want to talk to me and I know -”

“No,” she interrupts, frowning deeply. She replays his words in her head, trying to concentrate through the hangover as much as she can, before it clicks and she gasps. “Oh, my God. I forgot my phone!”

“You - “

“Holy shit!” The feeling of forgetting something has now been replaced with full-blown panic. “My - my phone! It’s still in my duffel bag, at the hotel! And my - and my wallet and all my IDs and - oh, God, my pager!” Her heart starts racing now and she barely feels Seokjin’s hand wrap around her own and gently steer the water bottle towards her mouth.

“Calm down,” he says, but she can barely hear him. Clumsily taking another sip of water, she shakes her head.

“All my stuff is in there,” she says anxiously, and she finally meets his gaze. “I have to get it back. I - I have a train in a few hours.”

“We’ll get it,” he assures her calmly. “Come on, I’ll drive you.” Fishing his keys out of his pocket, he’s halfway down the porch before his words can be processed. When she doesn’t move, he stops and turns. “What’s wrong?”

Nari bites her lip, for this - this - is exactly the issue. It’s exhausting having to deal with your problems all the time. She gives him a small shake of her head. “I’ll call a cab. You - you don’t have to drive me.”

Seokjin holds her gaze for a moment. “Yeah, I kind of do.” The heaviness in his voice makes it clear that he’s not referring to her current predicament. “Come on, you don’t have your phone. How are you going to call a cab?”

The mention of the landline dies in her throat. She hadn’t realised it before, but it feels equally exhausting going to him with all her problems. Or maybe it feels that way now that she knows how he feels. The guilt is transparent on his face and in his words, but the shame is still raw in her and she takes a step back.

He doesn’t miss it. “Nari, you’ll miss your train.”

After a moment, she nods. “Let me, um…” She awkwardly fingers the folds of her dress. “I need to change…”

“I’ll wait.”

Not wanting to prolong this any more, she nods silently and goes back inside, hurriedly changing into the first thing she finds. Even Seokjin can’t help but raise his eyebrows at her outfit.

“Shut up,” she mutters, climbing into the shotgun seat. “I don’t have a lot of clothes here.”

“Still. It’s a pretty fancy hotel for a Hello Kitty t-shirt and sweats.”

“I’ll be out of there before anyone can even see me,” she tells him as the car starts, trying to ignore how hideous she probably looks in comparison to him. “I just need my stuff. I’m waiting for an update on a patient…” She sighs and runs a hand over her face, feeling disgusting. “God, I need a shower.”

“Are you going back to the hospital today? After you reach?” he asks.

“Yeah, I think so. I’ll take the night shift, probably,” she says, hoping the hangover will have subsided by then.

“Make sure you -” Seokjin starts to say but then breaks off, glancing at her briefly before looking back out at the road. They don’t say anything else until they pull up at the hotel and head inside. The gardens look remarkably different from last night, with none of the floaty tents and pretty lights. They pass by the spot where they’d had their spat last night, neither of them acknowledging it, until they reach the lobby.

“I’ll check the lost and found,” he tells her, but she goes with him. The concierge tells her to go up to the concerned suite where the bag still is, apparently.

“One of our staff here will escort you,” she says, gesturing to a tall bellboy with a key card in his hand.

“Great, thank you. And… thanks,” she says to Seokjin. Before he can do more than nod, she turns and follows the bellboys to the suite, where she dives for the bag when it’s handed to her.

“Please check that all your belongings are intact,” he advises her, before stepping out of the room and shutting the door.

Nari nods and begins unpacking right there, emptying her bag on the freshly made bed. Everything seems to be in one piece; there’s nothing on her pager and no update on her patient. Sighing, she unlocks her phone for any other notifications, only to see four missed calls from Seokjin and several messages.

Her thumb hovers over the screen, suddenly anxious. This is Seokjin, says the voice again, annoyingly persistent. She clicks on the messages, only to see apology after apology, words that normally would have needed nothing more than an I’m sorry, too, but don’t be an arse again, Kimbap.

Just then, the door opens and Seokjin walks in.

“The bellboy let me in,” he says, slowing down when he sees her stuff. “I’m guessing you have everything?”

“Yeah.” Nari nods, hearing the automatic change in her tone now that she’s read all the texts he’d sent last night. Despite the reality check, she’s glad that he at least seemed to have been as troubled about fighting as she was. “Thanks again.”

He waves a hand before taking a hesitant step towards her and eventually sitting next to her on the bed. He smells of fresh soap and laundry detergent. “Look, Nari, I’m -”

“Seokjin -”

“- really sorry about last night,” he continues. “I didn’t mean any of that, okay? I was just frustrated with everything going wrong and having to run behind a bunch of people to fix it when all I really wanted was to chill and drink and have fun with you. Like at Hyuna’s wedding.”

Nari says nothing. Hyuna, their older neighbour, had gotten married five years ago and both of them had had to squeeze out a precious few hours from their schedules to make it. It was completely worth it, though, meeting all their friends after years but ending the night with each other, carrying their shoes in their hands and drinking until dawn on the swing set in Seokjin’s parents’ front yard. Everything had been much less complicated back then, she thinks.

“I guess I took all of that out on you and that was not okay. I was…” Seokjin exhales, “... way out of line with what I said to you. “I’m so sorry, Nari. I felt so terrible last night, you have no idea. I thought about saying goodbye when you were leaving but you left so fast and I was so ashamed…” He trails off, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. “When you didn’t respond to my messages, I really thought I’d messed up for good. I’m sorry, Nari,” he repeats, gently bumping her shoulder. “Forgive me?”

Her heart skips a beat at the contact. Sounds about right. All his texts were a variation of this, each one sounding more genuine than the next. They’re also very Seokjin, all sounding as though he’s been up all night, ruminating on his unfortunate slip of tongue.

“Seokjin, it’s okay. You were right, about everything,” she murmurs, feeling embarrassed all over again. “The moment I leave the hospital I become this super needy person and I - I guess you’re the only person I don’t feel self-conscious being that needy around.”

“When you’re on the other side of the door?” he asks after a moment.

Nari cracks a smile after what feels like ages. “Exactly. You remembered.”

“Of course I did. And… that’s not true,” he says, just like she knew he would. “You’re my best friend; of course you can be needy with me. It’s kind of cute sometimes.”

But she shakes her head at that. “Maybe it was cute when we were younger,” she says, standing up and starting to re-pack her things, “but now that I’m almost thirty, it’s… it’s kind of sad.” Part of her hopes he’ll refute her again, but he simply sighs. 

“You were right, Seokjin,” she repeats after a minute. “About - about the other stuff, too. It sounds like a nightmare but I’m - I’m going to do the whole… taking risks thing,” she says unconvincingly. “I can’t keep bitching about it for the rest of my life. Because at this rate, it’ll be me at forty-five, still alone, with turtles for pets and complaining to you over email while you’re trying to live your life with your wife and kids.” She shakes her head in disgust.

Seokjin squints. “Gets really busy in that head, huh?”

Nari gives him a look but says nothing more, zipping her bag but leaving one outfit out. “I’m going to change,” she informs him.

“Now?”

“Yeah, I’m not going to reach Seoul wearing this atrocity.” Shutting the bathroom door behind her, she strips and begins changing, her limbs suddenly feeling heavier than before. Her stomach rumbles and she realises she can’t remember the last time she ate anything, save for those two pieces of sushi last night.

“Hey, Nari?” Seokjin’s voice is clear and soothing from the other side of the door.

“Yeah?”

He pauses. “You know you can still call, right? Even if I’m living my life with my kids or whatever?”

Nari smiles, feeling a bit endeared. “Gotcha.”

“Good.”

As she pulls on her clothes, there’s something else, another viable option that suddenly becomes visible.

Well, that’s a lie. It’s not sudden. It’s sudden in the context of the last twenty-four hours, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s something that’s occurred to her more than once. But there’s no way she can bring it up, for once she does and it’s out there in the universe, the chances of it ending well are far too risky.

This is Seokjin, says the voice again. If she can’t say this to him, who will she ever be able to say this to?

“Seokjin?”

“Yeah?”

It’s now or never.

“Um… in the spirit of not wanting to die alone and taking risks and all that,” she begins slowly, pressing her back to the door and trying to regulate her heartbeat, “I thought I should ask.”

“Yeah?”

She has no idea what his face looks like and it feels like the biggest blind spot in the world. Her hands feel clammy and she wishes she hadn’t started this thread of conversation at all.

“Nari?”

“Yeah, um…” She shakes her head. She has to know, or it’s going to eat her alive. “Do - do you maybe have feelings… for me?”

The silence on the other side of the door is stifling.

“Seokjin?” She realises now that this is the longest she’s probably ever gone without calling him Kimbap.

“Yeah, I’m here,” he says immediately. “I… Nari, are you asking me if I have feelings for you?”

The confusion in his voice makes her cringe. “Um… yeah. Given recent events, I thought it was a valid possibility.”

He’s quiet for a moment. A muffled sound makes it clear that he’s probably leaning against the door as well. “Nari… I’m not supposed to have feelings for you.”

Something jolts in her stomach. “That’s not an answer.”

“Even - even if I did… it would be… complicated,” he says after a moment. “I shouldn’t have feelings for you,” he repeats.

“But if you did?” she asks, her heart in her throat now. “Hypothetically?”

“If I did…” The pause that follows is heartbreakingly long. “... I wouldn’t do anything about it. We’re not supposed to have feelings for each other,” he says yet again, his voice cracking on the last word.

It’s done, then. The leap was taken and apart from the crushing sensation in her chest, Nari has survived. She resists the urge to scream into her t-shirt; if she’d just kept her mouth shut, this door would never have been opened. It was bad enough that she was the needy friend whose messes he needed to keep cleaning up - why would he ever want to convert that into anything more?

She needs to go back to Seoul, back to her life, back to a city big enough that she can avoid him without much effort. Taking a deep breath and picturing her Chief of Surgery’s stoic and unrelenting face in front of her, she slows her heart down as much as she can before turning around and opening the door.

“God, I hope I don’t miss the train,” she chirps, hurrying over to her bag and hastily repacking her old clothes. “We still get Ubers here, right?”

“I can drive you -”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” she says, forcing a brief smile as she fumbles with the Uber app and strides out of the room. “I’m sure you’re busy.”

“No…” His tone hasn’t quite caught up to hers yet and she hopes he’ll hurry up before she breaks in front of him. “I have to go pick up some stuff for my brother anyway and the station’s on the way. Let me drop you.”

Nari swallows before turning to him and nodding wordlessly, calculating the number of minutes she’ll have to continue being in his presence as the elevator reaches the lobby.

“Car’s out front,” he says, just as they pass the hotel coffee shop. “Have you eaten anything today? You should probably -”

“I’m good. I’ll pick something up at the station. Don’t want to be late.”

Seokjin falls silent but nods, and they wait in silence as the valet brings the car in front of the hotel. Nari hurries to the shotgun seat without a word, already fumbling in the side pocket of her bag for her charger. Outside, Seokjin is speaking to the valet while she plugs in her phone. As she deposits the adapter back into the bag, she catches a flash of something else that makes her blood run cold.

The drivers’ door opens almost a minute later. “Okay, I know you said you didn’t want breakfast,” says Seokjin, sliding into the seat and turning on the car, as Nari hastily shoves the box of tampons in the bag and zips it up, “but you can’t go completely hungry.” He drops a chocolate covered protein bar on her lap. “In case your train is early or whatever.”

Or it's late. Nari can’t bring herself to fight him right now so she nods mutely and takes the snack, even though eating feels like the last thing she wants to do. As the car starts moving and the radio softly comes alive, she steals a glance at him, her heart hammering.

This is Seokjin, the voice says again. For the first time ever, it doesn’t help.

—

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[the---hermit]

27|05|2023

As I mentioned in my last couple of posts I decided to take the weekend off studying, to recharge a bit. I need some rest to do all the studying I have to in the next few weeks. Today was already different from what I had planned, but I definitely rested. I am happy to say I slept till 9 am which is very unlike me but I really needed it. I took the morning slowly, I continued my book. And then in the afternoon I went shopping with my mom. I haven't in so long, it was actually pretty fun, and I am very happy to have found some summery trousers because I really needed a pair. Going out with my mom means I didn't read as much as I wanted, and I haven't even worked in my garden as I had planned, but it's okay, if tomorrow won't be raining I will do the garnden work once I get up in the morning. I doubt I'll finish the book this weekend as I was hoping. I am struggling a bit, I feel like the beginning, where chapters were a bit shorter, worked a bit better for me. I am finding it a bit slow at the moment, but maybe it's also just me being tired and not focused enough, I don't know. I am nevertheless intrigued to so what will happen next, so I'll keep you updated.

Productivity and self care:

read first thing in the morning

listened to a feel good playlist as I was cleaning my room up

listened to a couple of old episodes of the books unbound podcast

wore a nice outfit that made me feel good about myself

went out with my mom (and actually bought myself something other than books? I cannot remember when was the last time?)

practiced Irish on duolingo

continued reading The Left Hand Of Darkness

📖: The Left Hand Of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

[crack-a-lackin-max]

Little Angel

Summery: Angel is having some worries about everything, cookies are eaten, and return of Vera! Chapter 6/? Words: 2252 AO3 link <3

Horror hadn’t stayed the night and went home soon after, taking the leftover pizza home with him at killer insistence. It was early afternoon the next day, and almost a week since they had first come to stay with Killer.

..this is day 5 since they had last seen their owner. They are starting to wonder if maybe,, he isn’t going to come back for them? He said he would though..

They tried not to think about it too much but the thought just kept nagging at the back of their head bothering them. They also tried not to think about how part of them really hopes that their old owner never shows back up. They felt ashamed for feeling like that, he wasn’t a bad owner per say, all their basic needs were met and he never hurt them. It’s just,, they really liked Killer. He’s never locked them up in a cage, eats meals with them, even just talks with them like a person. They didn’t realize how much they had missed just being talked to. And just casual touch too, they didn’t know they wanted it so bad till they had it. It made them feel warm in their chest, like being full of soup but better perhaps. But still, they wondered about their original owner and felt bad for secretly hoping he wouldn't come back for them. They also tried to ignore the very possible reality that they had been abandoned. Like why else would he not come looking for them? Did something happen? Did he get lost or forget? ..did he really mean to leave them? .. maybe they were a bad bitty? Maybe that’s why they haven't heard anything from him. Maybe they just weren’t good enough for him. But if that were the case then now they have to worry about Killer getting tired of them to, and getting rid of them if they really were so bothersome.

All these thoughts made their head swim, to many options, to many unknowns. They didn’t know what to do, or if there was anything they could do about all of it. So they just tried to keep acting normally, until they figured some of this out. So they kept eating meals with Killer, watching as he fed his cats, riding along when he went for his walks, reminding him where he put things or if he’d already done something. Things just felt normal, , and that scared them a little cause they don’t know when this is going to be over and change.

—--

Killer had noticed that something had been bothering little bit for the last day or two. He didn’t wanna push, but if something was wrong then he’d like to know.

Maybe he could take them out for a treat and that would either cheer them up or get them talking about whatever it was. Yeah, that’d be the ticket! He had been sorting out the laundry when he had this idea, and he should probably finish it first. .. he dumped it in the drawers unfolded. There! All done, clothes put away. He dusted off himself and put the now empty bin in the corner.

He went off to the front room where they were on the couch. He had showed them how to use the remote yesterday and they seemed to delight in being able to choose what they watched and being able to turn on the tv themself. He leaned against the doorway, “ay small fry, i'm gonna run some errands, wanna come with?” They looked up from the show they were watching and nodded, “sure K, i’ll go” he had just gotten gorcherys day before last so they were a bit curious what he needed to get.

So he gathers up his keys and wallet and tosses on jacket. It wasn’t really cold out, but the hood helped them ride on his shoulder. Once they had everything and had the bitty settled on his shoulder they left the house. Killer made it about a couple yards away from the front door before they said something. “..don’t you need to lock the door K?” “I did,” he said. “I,, don’t think you did, but i guess i could be wrong” “I'm pretty sure I did. But i’ll go back to make sure and show you that i did” He turns back around and walks back to the porch. He turned the door knob expecting it to be locked, but the door opened instead. “Huh,, guess, I uh forgot. Good catch Angel” “No problem!”

He then locked the door and now they're on their way. He made his way down to the bus stop and sat down to wait. They chatted about the person across the road walking their dog. about the tulips that were coming up in the yard next to them, it was too early for sprouting plants, they’re going to get frosted. They scooted closer to the window once he sat down, they loved to watch out the window as the world passed by. It was one of their new favorite things they decided. ..they’ll miss it when their owner comes and gets them. But for now, they leaned against Killer’s neck, sat criss-cross on his shoulder with the edge of his hood covering their legs like a lap throw.

Streets and houses passed by, people going about their day. The bus stopped at different bus stops, some people getting on and off. Most of them they didn’t know, some were people that had seen before from other trips. At about the third stop a more familiar face came on to the bus, Vera! She walked on the bus, using the rails to help her up the steps. She still had that same bag that she had last time, it probably had her knitting in it for the ride. She came over and plopped down in the same spot that she sat last time with a sigh before settling in.

“Morning to ya Vera!” Killer said to her from the bench behind her where they sat. She turned around in her seat to face them with a grin, “K! Haven’t seen you most of the week. Well haven’t seen anyone most of the week, my back has been giving me trouble so i just been staying in. But, can’t stay at home everyday, a gal’s gotta get her fresh air you know! But that’s enough about me, what’ve you been up to ya scoundrel?” He nodded understandingly as she talked, that explains why he hasn’t seen her last few days. “Oh I've been alright Vera. a friend came over for dinner the other night, it’s always good to catch up with people. But just mostly been the same ol’.” “Oh yes, I need to have a few people over, it’s been too long since I've caught up with people. Well no news is mostly good news. How about you munchkin? How have you been?” They startled a little when she addressed them, previously having been kinda zoned out watching out the window while listening to them talk. “Oh I'm good ma’am! Thank you for asking. I haven’t been up too much, but a new cat showed up at the house this morning though!” She chuckled and eye’d Killer with a sly look, “oh another cat? What, did you not have enough K?” He shrugged with a grin, reaching up to pet a finger on Angel’s side, “ always room for one more. ”

The bus came to a stop again, pausing at the next bus stop. “Well Vera, sorry to cut this short but this is our stop. I’ll talk to you later hun” “Well alright, talk to you later dear” She waved them off as they exited the bus.

They looked around where they were and recognized the area, it’s the same area that he had found them in. He started walking towards the cafe that they had eaten in right after he had found them. The bell let out a chime as they walked through the door, the smell of fresh ground coffee and pastries wafted through the air. They made their way over to the counter where the teenager stood. “So the usual old man? “ “Hey, I don't have a usual. I order different things. I’ll have,, a caramel latte, but can you switch the caramel for chocolate?” The kid smirks at him, “so your usual then K, one mocha latte.” “..fine. So I have a usual then, smarty pants. What do you want Angel? “ “Oh, um can we get one of the cookies?” “Yeah absolutely. “ Once they had the coffee and one cookie to split they went and sat down at one of the tables. Killer sipped his coffee while gently bobbing his head along with the lofi music that played.

They mulled over their thoughts for a long time, trying to decide whether or not to ask. Maybe they’ll lead with a smaller question, but still one that had been on their mind. “K, um,, do I bother you? Like do you mind me being with you and all?” “What? No, of course not. To be honest, I kinda like having you around. It’s nice to have some company” “Oh ok. And,, I’m,, am I, a bad bitty?” they say the last part very quietly, looking down at the bit of cookie left in their hand. Killer seemed a bit surprised at that, his tone getting a bit softer. “No. no you are not a bad bitty. You are a very kind, considerate and nice person” They plucked the rasin out of the cookie while they tried to get the next question out. Killer knew this had to be going somewhere, so he took a sip of his coffee while he waited for them to get to the point. “If,, if I'm a good bitty then why did he abandon me? .. I know he probably didn’t just leave me by accident. It must have been something I'd done or or the way I acted? You don’t leave good pets beside the road.. “ Killer frowed his eyebrow in sympathy, was this what had been bothering them? Oh angel.. He wrapped a hand around them and rubbed their back with one finger, his voice soft as he spoke. “Listen, ok? You are a good bitty. You are a good person. What he did wasn’t your fault and you had no control over that man's actions. Sometimes,, people just do hurtful things to you. And sometimes you never get to find out why they did them. But it wasn’t your fault, ok? It wasn’t your fault Angel “

They look up at him with wobbly tear filled eyes but no crying yet. “...how do you know?” “Because I've spent almost a week with ya and I can tell. You’re kind, sweet, thoughtful. You’re not bothersome or annoying, you are not a burden ok?” They take a tiny shaky breath in and out, fists clenched.

They had made their choice. “ I know it’s selfish of me to ask, but I want to stay with you. You make me feel happy, you make me feel ,,safe. So let me stay with you, please? Please?” they pleaded to him “Angel,, you can stay with me forever and ever. I want you to stay, I was hoping you would.” They wrap their arms around his wrist in a hug. “Really?! Thank you! Oh thank you so much!” He didn’t know what to say next. He wished he’d known this had been weighing on them. He was planning on keeping them anyway if they wanted to stay. He just rubbed their back until they calmed down a little and let go of his wrist, wiping their eyes a little and trying to compose themself. He placed his hand right behind them, “I'm picking you up now, ok?” He gently scoops them up and brings them up to hold against his chest right over the sternum. He planted a little kiss on top of their head. He’s not normally this affectionate but he felt like they needed it right now. They look up at him surprised. “W-what was that? Did you just bonk me?” they asked. “Heh no, it was supposed to be a little kiss on the head but I guess I'm lacking in the lips department” he softly chuckled. “Oh,,” they flushed a little, no one had ever given them a kiss before. They lean forward and place a little kiss on a bit of exposed collar bone. “Now we’re even!” they grinned up at him. He was a little surprised by that but happily so, grinning back. “Guess you’re right. Say, you wanna take the rest of the snacks to go and head on home?” “Yeah, home” they leaned against him and smiled at the thought. Home. They have a new home now.

Killer tucked the cookie in a napkin and put it away in his pocket, and took one last drink of his coffee before trashing the cup and heading out the door. As they walked, Angel was quieter than normal but they had just had a rather serious talk. Perhaps he should lighten the mood a little. “You know, now that you’re for sure staying you’ll be stuck with little old me and all my trouble” he said in a teasing tone. They just smiled and looked up at him as they still sat in his hand while he walked. “Yeah, i can’t wait”

[sungbeam]

𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: THE SOULMATE EXHIBIT

your soul feels so awfully familiar — are our relationships and connections pre-destined? perhaps in another life, another universe, or even in the timeline we exist in, we are linked to others who's fates have been etched into our very bones. shall we explore those possibilities?the sungbeam observatory proudly presents THE SOULMATE EXHIBIT COLLABORATION.

a note from our curator: you all have no idea how EXCITED i am for this >< it means the absolute world to have 1k+ of you stargazers here with me, reading, writing and bonding over things we're passionate abt (yes, barking over korean men is now something i am passionate abt). thank u to those who have supported my ✨journey ✨, and who i have met along the way. it's really cliché to say, but i really didn't think 1k was in my stars haha but here we are :') so please do continue to look forward to what's to come (omg sorry i didn't mean for that to become an oscar's acceptance speech (;_;)

— ✶ signed, duckie x

our theme, if one could not tell, is SOULMATES! yes, we're talking the beloved soulmate au! u have complete creative freedom over the soulmate system and the logistics of your world—your fic just has to feature *a* soulmate au.

some RULES & GUIDELINES before we enter the exhibition hall:

✶ only member x reader and member x oc is allowed; member x member is NOT allowed

✶ as i mentioned in the survey, this collab will be SFW content with suggestive themes allowed

✶ slots are FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE! i'm not holding any slots for anyone, except for myself

✶ including the slot i have selected for myself, there are a total of 15 SLOTS! this collab is open to ALL active k-pop groups, so there are no certain amount of slots for specific groups, but you must reserve a spot in the exhibition hall! all works will then be compiled into a masterlist for easy access~

✶ all genres are cool w me 😎 but only drabbles and oneshots will be allowed! no series and no texts (and none of the following themes either pls: su*c*de, r*pe, p*doph*l*a, etc.)

✶ the minimum word count is 1K WORDS, and a keep reading link MUST be inserted after the usual information/summeries/beginning

✶ i'm making a discord for additional announcements/reminders, but it can also be used for chatting, brainstorming, etc. i'm bad at the discord thing, so i will try my best! joining is HIGHLY encouraged (u don't even have to say anything in the server lol)

✶ to be confirmed, pls also reblog this announcement post! (key: one and only)

✶ the drop out date will be october 1st, and fics will be due april 1st 🤡 (any changes will be announced, however) — hopefully that gives everyone lots of wiggle room to write! i don't want this to be stressful for anybody :]

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secure your place in the exhibit here

**NOTE: the form will ask you for what GROUP you intend to write for. this can change after you are confirmed, but pls do let me know <3

13 / 15 slots confirmed — our guest speakers:

01:00 @sungbeam, tbz

02:00 @jaehunnyy, ateez

03:00 @sunlightwoo, txt

04:00 @ethereal-engene, svt

05:00 @daegall, nct dream/127

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10:00 @restlessmaknae, oneus

11:00 @soobeaniee, txt

12:00 @honeyhuii, svt

13:00 @taem-min, shinee

[trina864]

Try | J.JK

Summery: The infamous playboy tries to ask you, the good girl, on a date. Paring: Playboy! Jungkook x GoodGirl! Reader Genre: Fanfiction, Romance | Fluff, Angst? Word Count: 1 k Warnings: kissing, mentions of loneliness, Jungkook is a mild playboy. But seriously this one is pretty soft.

"No thank you." You said, your head buried in the book which sat comfortably in your hands.

"Come on, good girl, one date." Jungkook asked again, with the same cocky smile as he was bound to keep, the nickname he was fixed on calling you by, only further annoyed you.

"Not interested." You said again with the same voice still not looking at Jungkook. This annoyed him further, he wasn't used to this, being turned down wasn't in his vocabulary. Yet you seemed to be dedicated to exactly that.

When in anger Jungkook could hardly control himself, maybe that was the explanation to why he took the book from your hands and threw it to the floor successfully ripping a few pages out - not a very good explanation though.

Jungkook didn't mean anything with it, he only wanted your attention - funny enough, when thinking about how you two were like north and south. But when he saw the look on your face as you looked down at your favorite book torn in the old and worn pages, he knew he had fucked up.

How many times haven't you turned these pages with the most careful fingers and a mug of tea placed besides you? The answer was many times.

You had to take a deep breath to compose yourself before you looked up at Jungkook. "As you yourself called me I'm a 'good girl' right? Let's say I went out with you, I had sex with you, and then you became uninterested in me and found someone else as you always do, and I, the good girl, would still be thinking about you while you wouldn't spare me a second thought. Do you really think I want that? That I want to fall in love with you only to be thrown away?" You said.

It scared Jungkook how you kept composed in front of him like this when he saw angry tears in your eyes just two seconds ago - not a twist on your eyebrows or a break in your voice, just you who calmly explained your thoughts to him.

"And what makes you think you would fall in love with me?" Jungkook asked in the quietest of voices you had ever heard from him.

"Everyone can fall in love with anyone, if you try hard enough Jeon." You said and gathered the destroyed book from the floor together with the rest of your things. "I always try my hardest, Jeon." You said before you walked away.

"I can't." Jungkook whispered behind you thinking you wouldn't hear. You stopped with your back still facing Jungkook.

"Yes you can, you're just too scared to try." You whispered back and walked away.

The next couple of days you didn't see Jeon. Somewhere inside you it disappointed you that he actually gave up, especially because he had once promised you he wouldn't ever give up.

He had been going around you for quite some time keeping you company and even reading with you. You thought he was serious with you, but apparently you were wrong.

Jungkook had always been a tough nut to crack, he kept his emotions to himself and shared his talents with the world. But with the observant eyes you had, you had him all figured out.

He always had to be center for attention, a new girl on his arm every other day, and a reputation everyone knew, yet when no one looked Jungkook often had gloom in his eyes, a lonely blank stare, he would often watch over his latest girl for a day or two to see how she was holding up.

Jungkook was simply lonely.

After school you walked to the bus station with your backpack heavy from the dripping rain. Before you reached even halfway though, you heard the familiar sound of a bike behind you.

When you turned you saw Jungkook step off his motorbike and run towards you with a helmet holding it out to you.

"Just take it Y/N, the bus is coming in thirty minutes and with no shelter you'll catch a cold, at least let me get you home before you catch a cold." He said and gave you the helmet which you accepted after some consideration.

On the ride you could feel Jungkook breathe heavily with your hands wrapped around his torso. This wasn't the first ride you have had on his bike, but it felt just as good as it did the first time.

When you were home and about to walk into the house for cover Jungkook grabbed your wrist and turned you around. He held eye-contact with you before handing over a blue tote bag, "I'm sorry I destroyed your old one, I- I really didn't mean to do that Y/N. I've spent the last couple days searching for this, it's a first edition with a signature from the author, I found out my dad was friends with them." He explained.

Both of you were drenched in the unforgivable weather yet no one moved to a dry place. You gulped looking down at the bag in your hands. You knew it was the book he had destroyed. No one had ever cared this much, not as much as Jungkook.

No one you knew off would ever take the time to get a first edition of a book if it wasn't for love.

"Y'know, You said you can't fall in love because you don't try hard enough... but I think you're doing pretty amazing with the tries." You said looking into his ebony colored eyes.

Jungkook couldn't help his hand wandering up to your cheek filled with sticking hair and raindrops. How could you always find the perfect words?

"I wanna try, for you." He said and pulled you down to him in a sweet kiss which you accepted. His hands held your jaw to angle you right, yours were grabbing into his wet hair. Lips dancing against each other you smiled forgetting all about the book, the rain and your parents who were probably watching from the kitchen window.

There by Jungkooks motorbike it was only you and him frozen in a moment where everything was perfect.

Breaking the kiss with a giggle you whispered against his lips, "You don't have to try anymore, Jungkook."