#share a few stories of whoever has caught their attention

[damnprecious]

do you ever have a fic idea that you have absolutely no idea how to execute?

I keep thinking about Brook and Marco and their devil fruits and whether or not it'd be possible for them to die from natural causes

and I keep coming back to this one scene in which Brook sits on some cliff overlooking the ocean after years and years and years have passed

his nakama is long since gone, fallen in battle, through a challenger's blade, age or sickness

maybe some of them had kids and grandkids and the kid are gone and the grandkids are either gone or on their way out

there's no more Laboon

so the skeleton sits on the cliff and watches on as the sun slowly sink into the sea

and he picks up his violin and starts to pluck the strings and plays a familiar tune

but the version isn't the bright and jovial tune we're used to

it's quiet and slow and full of memories

and then from the sky above a bright trill of a phoenix joins in, circling above the violinist

until the sun vanishes and only the bird's azure flames illuminate the sky

two relics of a bygone era finding a moment of solace in each other's company

[strawchocoberry]

YOU CAN RIDE MY FACE UNTIL YOU’RE DRIPPIN’ CUM

CAMGIRL SERIES PART 2

୨୧ featuring: shidou ryusei x fem reader

ଘ cw: smut, camera sex, fingering/masturbation, face riding, edging, orgasm denial, rough sex, manhandling, spanking, dirty talk, choking, dacryphilia, breeding kink, creampie

୨୧ synopsis: all he wants is to fuck his favourite camgirl live

ଘ wc: 1.8k

It’s late in the night and you’re currently live, chatting with your fans. You usually have a little conversation with them before making things spicier. The current hot topic everyone has been talking about is the Neo Egoist League. And of course, your chat is flooded with messages about it.

Among the flood of messages, you read this: Who’s your favourite player in NEL?

“Oh, my favourite player?” you say, leaning back on your bed. “I assume you mean from the Blue Lock ones. There are a lot of players I like.” You start counting with your fingers. “First is Chigiri. Aside from being a really good player, he’s really pretty. Then, Kunigami and Rin have caught my attention.”

Sitting behind his screen, Shidou can’t help but tap his fingers on the desk. There is a small vein popping in his neck, pulsing with hot blood burning with anger. How dare you mention other players and not him? Your mischievous smile, however, betrays that you did it on purpose, knowing that he was watching your live. “Well played, little minx, well played,” he murmurs to himself. “But we’ll see if you’ll be smiling like that when I catch you.”

You can see Shidou scowling behind his screen. He has been awfully quiet since your live began. You hoped that with this little teasing you’d get him to come out and play, but it seems that your best friend prefers to stay silent. And his silence is unnerving you. Because his silence is dangerous. Maybe you made him too mad.

In an attempt to calm the demon, you lean into the camera seductively, your breasts coming into view from inside your t-shirt. “But if I had to choose my absolute favourite player then that would be that zesty demon, Shidou Ryusei,” you whisper, as if you’re sharing a secret with your fans. Then, wink as you say, “But that’s our little secret.” Your and Shidou’s secret.

You change the topic, asking your fans about crazy stuff they’ve done in their lives, sexual and not. And of course, one of them asks you the same question. So, you start recounting the story of how one time you were at the mall with your friends and your boyfriend at the time who happened to be there as well fucked you in the bathroom, without your friends knowing.

What you didn’t say live is that the alleged ‘boyfriend’ was none other than Shidou. He watches you narrate the events of that day, describing in great detail how you were hesitant at first yet still got on your knees to suck his cock and then spread your legs like a good girl and let him fuck you. Shidou can’t help the smirk curling his lips as you’re thrusting your fingers inside your pussy, turned on at the memory of that day. And he knows that you’re wishing it was his cock pounding you and not your fingers.

A few weeks have passed since that live. You groggily drag yourself to your door, cursing at whoever dares ring your bell so early at 2 pm. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you yawn as you open the door. Your eyes widen when you see Shidou standing there with a wicked smirk. “Missed me, minxy?”

“Who the hell would miss you?” you retort, turning around and walking to your small kitchen, leaving the door open for him.

You start preparing breakfast, as Shidou makes himself at home at your apartment. He had mentioned something about some time off Blue Lock, but you didn’t know he would be visiting you. You catch up with him, letting him talk about his experience in NEL.

“You know, I’ve had a crazy idea for some time now,” he says, his arms wrapping around your waist, as you wash the dishes in the sink. “How would you feel if I fucked you on camera?”

You freeze for a moment, then finish up washing the dishes and dry your hands in a towel. You slowly turn around to look at him, thinking that perhaps you heard wrong or he is just pulling one of his beloved pranks on you. “What did you say?”

Shidou leans closer to your face, his lips almost touching yours. “Let me fuck you live in front of your fans.”

“Absolutely not,” you immediately refuse, pushing him aside.

“Why not?”

“Do I need to explain it? You’re a well-known football player. If you get caught having sex on a camgirl’s live, there will be a scandal, moron. And then you can kiss your football career goodbye.”

…Is what you said.

You can barely keep your moans low as you ride Shidou’s face. On camera. After his consistent insisting, he managed to persuade you. Of course, he realised the gravity of your reason for not allowing him to do that in the first place. That’s why he didn’t object when you made him wear a mask to cover half his face and dye all of his hair blond. He would pretty much do anything to get freaky with you on camera.

You grind yourself on his flat tongue, whimpering in pleasure. One hand slides down your body and ruffles his hair, before pulling at his locks. The other moves up, fondling your breast and pinching your nipple. Shidou spanks you, making your body flinch, the stinging pain coursing through your veins, making you even wetter for him.

His hands cup your arse, halting your movements, making you whine. “Fuck, you’re so hot, minxy,” he whispers, kissing your wet folds. He eats you out at his own pace, kissing, sucking, even biting your sensitive pussy lips, enjoying your little whimpers. Nobody has a clear view of his face, but the chat is on fire, not complaining at all that someone is fucking you shamelessly in their faces. Why would they complain though when they get to see and hear you writhe in ecstasy like never before?

Just before you finish, Shidou stops, smirking as he pulls his mask back on, hearing you whimper and pull his hair in complaint. He spanks your arse harshly twice, before he sets you on his lap. Your dripping cunt stains his trousers, his hardened cock begging to be released. He fixes you with a look, raising his eyebrow and you can see his cocky smirk through his mask. Without him needing to say anything, you take his trousers and underwear off, wrapping your hand around his girthy shaft.

You run your thumb over that pretty little vein on his tip, smirking as he groans low. You position yourself over his cock, then slowly go down on him. Your eyes close and your head falls back, a low moan escaping from your lips at how good it feels to have your pussy stuffed with him. As you start bouncing on him, Shidou fondles your arse cheeks, his nails digging into your flesh and leaving crescent moon marks behind.

You ride his cock until you’re about to reach your peak once more. But he doesn’t allow it. Shidou holds you down with him deeply buried inside you, his hot seed filling you up. You try to move, but his arms are tightly wrapped around your body. “Did you think I’d so easily let you cum?” he whispers menacingly, so he’s not heard. Oh no, he has other plans for you. Since you provoked him in that live by mentioning other players — especially two of his main rivals — as your favourite players, he’s not going to go easy on you.

Pulling out of you, he positions you on your hands and knees, then violently thrusts back inside. His thrusts are nothing like your previous movements. His are much more vicious, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud, along with the delightful squelching sounds of your cunt. Shidou leans over you as his hips pound into you, resting his head on your shoulder, wanting to hear your screams louder. He pinches your nipple, torturing it and making you cry out. “Tell them how good you feel, minxy,” he whispers.

“F-Feels so good…” you cry, gripping tightly the bedsheets. “Your cock feels so good…”

Shidou groans approvingly, as he straightens his posture. He grabs your wrists, pulling your arms back, holding you mid-air, as his hips piston on you, his cock ravaging your pussy. You’re moaning and whimpering and crying from the pleasure laced with pain. You’re clenching so hard around him, he thinks he’ll cum on the spot once more.

He pushes your body on the mattress, holding your arms behind your back with one hand, while wrapping the other around your neck from behind. His cock thrusts forceful deep strokes inside you, kissing your g spot and making you cream around him. Despite his mask covering half of his face, there’s no hiding the lust shining in his eyes, madly wanting to claim you in front of all your fans who’ve fantasised of fucking you more times than they can count. It’s his way of telling them “Fuck you all, you’ll never make her scream like I can.” Petty much? Maybe, but it’s the truth.

“Wanna cum…” you mumble, before turning to glance at him over your shoulder. “Please,” you whimper.

Shidou releases your arms, grabbing your arse instead, slamming you on his cock. He didn’t want to let you off the hook so early, but fuck him, your glossy eyes with your tears streaming down your cheeks make him weak. Not to mention he wants to show everyone how beautiful you are, cumming all over his cock. He grabs your face from behind, lifting your head up for the camera. “Ah fuck,” you scream, as you reach your orgasm, your sweet juices mixing with his and coating his cock.

A few thrusts later, Shidou buries himself inside you and cums again. For the next few seconds, you both breathe hard, sweat glistens all over your bodies. Shidou leans to the camera and waves wickedly goodbye at your fans, before ending your live and typing a small thank you message to them. When he finally pulls out of you, he cannot help but smile pleased seeing your juices dripping down your abused hole. You groan, as you roll to your back, your chest rising and falling with each breath.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired,” Shidou says, taking his mask off. He leans over you, trapping you underneath him on the mattress. He kisses your neck, nibbling at your skin and smirking when you whimper. His hard cock rubs over your lower half, begging to feel you clamp around it again.

“You’re a demon,” you breathe out.

“And you’ve sold your soul to me,” Shidou retorts, thrusting back inside your warm, dripping pussy.

© strawchocoberry — do not copy, repost, translate or reuse my work

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

A Graves x Reader x Ghost Love Triangle

As Shadow Company’s second in command, you’ve seen firsthand the kind of man Graves could be, including the kind of man he wanted to be for you. It was a game you two unknowingly played, one that would surely not end well. A quick distraction meant to tame your busy souls. Warm bodies to lie with. Anything other than that was pure fantasy, though you two couldn’t help dreaming...

Future NSFW 18+, Future Angst, Pre-MW2 Events, Fluff, Flirting, Teasing, First Kiss, Romance, Drama, Build-up, Implied FWB, Make-Out Session, Shadow Company!Reader

WC ~ 2k

AO3 Link | Masterlist

A/N (2024): Made a few minor grammatical fixes and touched up some of the sentences that weren't making sense. Hopefully, this reads a lot stronger now! ^.~

A/N: I have never posted on Tumblr like this before; I’m a grade A lurker. But I’m obsessed with this for whatever reason, so now you’re being subjected to my writing. This is chapter one to a longer story that’ll be posted on AO3. Sorry if the characters feel OOC, I’m trying my best with what we got. Please enjoy! (T^T)>

Phillip Graves was as much of an enigma as the rest of the men in Shadow Company.

He could be many things when asked: Confident and self-assured, charismatic and dependable, disciplined and cutthroat, remorseless … as cold and calculated as a well-trained attack dog, or as warm and inviting as a long-time friend. All these personas existed within the commander, ready to be switched on in a single order. A chameleon, true to his craft. He’s grown accustomed to making himself whoever the world needed him to be. Anything that gets the job done.  

There was never any mistaking where Graves' thoughts lie, as more than often he'd just admit to them out loud. He accepts that others believe him to be an open book -- easy to read, with little complexity or depth beyond being a good soldier. Being lighthearted and obedient to the right people has worked wonders for him in the past, so he's mastered this façade and uses it well to his advantage. Proudly too.

But for a man so unafraid to be himself, Graves could be surprisingly secretive. 

As his second in command, you've seen firsthand the many personas your commander wore, including ones he's worn for you. Most of his tricks and plays you recognized by now, even as you've yet to understand them. Though as of late you’ve watched these many faces of his waver into something unfamiliar. They chip away slowly, each time you surrender yourself to his needs, taking your place beside him in the black of night, when no one's around to see. There, he's created a new façade, for your eyes only.

One that only made things complicated.

When you first began spending your nights together, it was more of a means to an end. It had been months since either of you had the pleasure of someone else's full attention, and lately, you were starting to notice. Shadow Company had grown more acclaimed and busy this past year, making dating pretty impossible. And after a while, anyone starts to look like a good lay if they're not ugly. Unfortunately, it didn't leave you with many options, until you'd caught the starved eye of your very own commander. 

You’d hardly been a part of Shadow Company for a month before you’d picked up on Graves' interest in you. He was surprisingly subtle with his flirting, if not predictable. It was the way his eyes lingered on you in quiet moments, his expression turned soft as his lips curved into a charming smile whenever you'd catch him. He could always spot you in a crowded room, always noticing when you were away for too long. He laughed just a little too hard at your jokes and always looked your way first after sharing one himself.

Before long, you found yourself beginning to watch him back. 

It was the little details you noticed first. The small cuts on his face from past firefights, how glossy and full of life his blue eyes looked in direct sunlight. Its rays would make a halo over his dirty blond hair, each strand looking clean enough to run your fingers through. He once caught you looking at him lick his lips, something he did often. When your eyes lifted from his mouth to see your superior officer looking dead at you, it shot a bolt of lightning through you. But you didn't look away, perhaps wanting him to see you looking. Taunting him.

Graves didn't say anything at first when he saw you ogling, but you knew he'd made a mental note of it just from the way he smirked afterward. "See something you like?"

"I see you, Commander," you'd said, hoping your glib nature would cover up the embarrassment you felt from getting caught. But Graves was like a shark in the water, and you'd just given him a taste of your blood.

"I see you too, Songbird." 

It seems all he needed was that clue that you were interested in him, because it wasn't soon after this when he decided to make his move.

You and the Commander had just finished prepping your mission brief for the other Shadow Company members. By now it was getting late in the night, as the building you two were in was a small facility only authorized personnel could enter. You occupied one of the empty rooms converted into an office space for all the pencil pushers to work out of. They’d all clocked out for the day though, leaving you two alone; and the tension in the air between you had just reached a boiling point.

You stood up from one of the tables in the room, preparing to slip into your coat and call it a night, until you watched the Commander approach you suddenly. You assumed he was getting ready to leave as well, until you noticed his come-hither nature.

“So, you got any plans tonight?”

And just like that, the game was on. You knew right away where this would go and it had your heart already skipping a beat. But you didn't want to jump to conclusions, nor did you want to rush this either. The thrill of the pursuit provided you with a nice little rush.

Wicked as you were, you began to smile.

“Why?” you ask. “Did you have something in mind?”

“I can think of a few things,” he said, behaving purposefully coy, in hopes of getting a rile out of you. He always did enjoy your banter and had no problem doing a little teasing himself when presented with the opportunity.

“Is that right?” you say flirtatiously. “Will I like those “things”, Commander?”

Graves smirks, raising an eyebrow at your comment. Hearing his title roll from your tongue so provocatively brought a sudden twinkle to his eyes. At this point, he didn’t need to guess where your mind was, which only made him more bold.

He chuckles under his breath, taking a few small steps closer, until he’s only an arm's length away. His next play.

He wasn't the tallest man you met but he still managed to tower over you by a few inches, the light from the room casting a shadow over him. This close you could smell the aftershave and cologne he’d used this morning, watching the way his eyes took in every detail of you, pupils dilating, black over-compassing the deep blue of his irises. He leans against the wall and unconsciously licks his lips again.

It was like a switch flipped in him.

“You will.”

You scoff, laughing under your breath at his boldness. You were wondering when he would be. Still, you wanted to poke at him a little more, see how long you could keep him waiting, if not to see if he was being for real. “Cocky as always.”

“Would you like me some other way then?”

You play on his words from earlier. “I can think of a few ways.”

“And what might those ways be, Songbird?”

"You're a smart boy," you hum. "I think you can figure them out. My lips are sealed, otherwise."

Graves steps even closer. He lifts a hand and pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle and surprisingly warm, gliding against you like feathers, his fingers trailing across your jawline and resting beneath your chin. Goosebumps formed where he touched, and you could tell from the doe-eyed look he had that it was doing something to him too, seeing you like this. He takes his hand beneath your chin and lifts your head, forcing you to lock eyes.

"And if I order you to say them?"

His voice was now much lower than before. Sultry. You could feel it in the air he was ready to come in closer, simply waiting for an opportunity to do so that felt right.

Butterflies shot through you like a thick swarm; you didn’t want to let on that his words had you like putty in his hands, though you feared your little lip quiver may have given it away. You instead look down at his lips again, your gaze sullied. You began thinking of all the ways you could close this space between you two and put an end to the tension. The thrill of it all had your adrenaline spiking in all the right ways, simply waiting to see where things go from this point. "Then I won’t listen," you purr.

"Insubordination is rather punishable," he said.

"So is fraternization."

"I can keep a secret." Graves brought his thumb to your lip, lightly running it across, as his eyes lowered to your mouth. He nearly says in a whisper, "Tell me what you’re thinking."

"Let me show you."

His lips slowly come down to yours, kissing you gently. When you pressed your lips back against his, he exhaled pleasurably, tongue grazing your bottom lip. He moves his hand from your chin and curls it to the back of your neck, holding you in place and continuing to tease you with short, velvety pecks. His lips danced against yours with the skill of a seasoned player, clearly experienced in his craft, but it wasn’t until he felt your hands glide against his hips and tug him closer that his kisses grew insatiable. 

His grip on the back of your neck tightened, lips pressing harder against yours, feverishly. When the sudden aggression brings a low moan from you, it only makes him push harder, his other hand grabbing the small of your back and roughly pressing himself against you.

His weight causes you to shift backward until he has your back pressed against a wall. Unknowingly, your arm bumps against a nearby filing cabinet on the way there, knocking over a few papers that now littered the floor. Mere background noise to Graves, who only continues, his arms planted on other sides of the wall around you, as his lips trailed down your neck. His kisses reach your collarbone, the sensitive sensation causing you to gasp out a moan. “Graves!”

Hearing his name be moaned out sends him on a personal mission to hear you say it more. He takes his hands and slowly runs them down your body, feeling every bit of you he can through your uniform, before resting them on your thighs. In one swift motion, he then lifts you, taking your legs and straddling them around his waist, as he keeps your back against the wall. He presses himself to you and breathes heavily, rejoining his mouth with yours.

By now you could feel him through his pants, and you pushed yourself against him in response, the grinding motion bringing quiet moans from both of you. That’s when you two suddenly hear footsteps.

At the drop of a hat, you two freeze, going completely silent. The footsteps come from outside the room -- someone walking by in the hallway. A janitor maybe? God forbid it was anyone in the company. You held your breaths for only about a minute, listening to the steps pass by the room until you couldn’t hear them any longer.

The two of you let out a shared sigh, before looking back at one another. Graves had you still pinned to the wall, your legs tucked in his arms. He can’t help but chuckle. 

“This probably ain’t the best place for this, darlin'," he spoke. "As much as I want to keep going."

“I don’t know,” you joke. “I like the vibe. It’s very risqué.”

Graves smiles at you. And then, he pauses for a moment. Suddenly his eyes can’t seem to pick a spot he wants to look at on your face. You see something in him change, gears turning in his mind. Thinking of what he might say to you now. Hiding away his vulnerabilities. It makes your own mind begin to ponder.

“See something you like?” you ask him.

“I see you.”

Graves leaned in and kissed you another time, softly. Like you’d been lovers your whole lives. That’s when you realized how truly dangerous your commander could be; for a minute there, you started daydreaming about what tomorrow could bring you both. You wanted to fall for his pretty words. But then you remembered where you were, and who you were with.

This was a game. A mutual distraction. As things stand, thinking that this could be anything else beyond a good lay was purely a fantasy. You almost just lost yourself in it.

And so it goes.

"Your place or mine?”

...Chapter Two Here!

[jj-nhlgirly]

Summer of Love:- Arriving in Michigan

Jack Hughes X F!reader

This is my first ever fanfic so please be kind. If anyone has any requests please do ask.I’m also thinking of making a part two to this. My other fics will be Y/N but for this one I felt she needed a name TW:- Mentions of divorce?

(Not my gif, credits to whoever made this)

To say Mackenzie was nervous would be the biggest understatement, she was shaking with anticipation on her drive to Canton with her sister. Jack and Mackenzie had been dating for 2 years now and even though Mackenzie had met the Hughes family on multiple occasions throughout those 2 years this would be the first time Mackenzie’s sister Skylar would be meeting them.

Mackenzie and Skylar were extremely close having gone through their parents divorce together at a young age, and their dad not really in the picture. Mackenzie and Skylar were really all they had, if the Hughes didn’t like Skylar it was a massive deal breaker for Mackenzie and yet here she was driving to Canton to spend an entire summer with her sister and her boyfriends family. Mackenzie was so caught up in her head that she didn’t realise Skylar was talking to her until she felt a poke to her shoulder.

“What’s the matter with you Kenz?” Skylar asked worriedly, her sister was never this quiet usually you’d have to tell her to be quiet. “Nothing Sky Im just a little nervous for you to meet everyone that’s all .” Kenzie replied. “I’ll be fine Kenzie, if they’re as amazing as you say they are we’ll get on great.” Skylar could visibly see Kenzie relax at that.

“We’re almost there now could you text Jack and let him know we’re about 15 minutes away?” Kenzie asked Skylar. “Yeah of course, what’s your passcode?” Skylar asked. “My birthday” Kenzie replied immediately. After Skylar had typed in the code and messaged Jack informing him of what Kenzie had said they were soon pulling into the drive way. Taking a deep breath Mackenzie went to grab the door handle before Skylar spoke again. “Hey kenz it’s gonna be ok, this summer is gonna be fun I just know it” “thank you Skye I’m glad you decided to come along this year” Kenzie replied before getting out.

Jack and Quinn were standing on the front porch waiting to greet the girls and help them with their bags, once jack saw Mackenzie he ran to greet her having not seen her for a few days as she went back home to get Skylar. As soon as Jack was standing in front of her, Kenzie pulled him into a hug and kissed him quickly before pulling away, much to jacks dismay. Jack then went to greet Skylar as Mackenzie was pulled into another hug by the oldest hughes brother. “Hey Kenzie, how have you been?” Quinn asked her. “I’ve been good Q, exhausted from having to juggle time with Sky and Jack though” Quinn chuckled at that and let go of her. “Yeah Rowdy’s not stopped talking about you and when your getting here”. “When are the other boys getting here?” Kenzie asked noticing the lack of noise coming from the house. “They’re coming later this evening, jack didn’t want to overwhelm you or Skylar with them all” Quinn responded, Kenzie could feel her heart swell at Jack being so thoughtful.

After greeting everyone and introducing Skylar, the boys decided it would be a good idea to play a game of 20 questions to get to know Skylar a little more and that is how Kenzie found herself tucked under jacks arm on the couch with Skylar on the other side of her answering questions she never thought would come up again. To be fair to the boys the questions started out normal, “when’s yours and Mackenzie’s birthday Skylar?” Asked Luke. Skylar replied almost instantly “ Mine is March 27th 2003 and Kenzie’s is June 21st 2001” Quinn asked Kenzie how she got the scar on her forehead, it started from her right temple and ended above her eyebrow, and she replied telling the boys the story of how Skylar pushed her off a boat during a vacation because she wouldn’t share her nerd clusters with her.

When the attention was back on Skylar, Mackenzie relaxed when she realised she didn’t need to worry anymore, Skylar was right they were getting on great, they were having fun but Kenzie was still on edge, she was protective of her sister in the same light that Skylar was protective of her. Kenzie couldn’t help but giggle louder than she anticipated as everyone looked over at her. “What’s funny babe?” Jack asked looking down at her. “Nothing sweets—nothing, I was just thinking back to the first time you met sky!” She replied. Jack groaned as Skylar started giggling as well. Quinn and Luke looked lost watching the scene unfold. “What happened?” Luke asked. Kenzie tried to reply but couldn’t as she kept laughing. Skylar took over instead, “oh my gosh, so when I first heard about jack I was wary of him, kenz’s first boyfriend was a right douche who never treated her right and so after him I vowed to give her next boyfriend a hard time when I first met him, you know get to know what he really wanted with my sister. I wasn’t gonna let another boy break her heart and so when she first brought Jack around i interrogated him for the entire night, I honestly thought he was gonna cry he looked so scared. But I realised he was actually a perfect fit for kenz and I had to tell him the jig was up and I was just messing with him.” Lukes face had turned red as he was trying so hard not to laugh, until he couldn’t hold it in, everyone else followed suit and soon the whole living room was filled with laughter, until the doorbell rang.

Luke, Quinn and Jack looked at each other confused until they heard a familiar voice shout “Yo Hughesy open the door your best buddies are here” Luke bolted it to the door, with everyone else following suit, and there stood on the front porch was the Michigan sophomore boys. Kenzie looked over to Skylar to see her smiling brightly with her nose slightly scrunched, confused Mackenzie tried to see who her sister was looking at and that’s when she realised someone on the Umich hockey team had caught her eye. Would this be the summer everything changed for sky?

AN:- would you guys like a part 2? Who do you want the mysterious Umich boy to be? I’m open to suggestions. Again please be kind this is my first ever fic

Part 2??

[clansocreations]

Since @diana-westmoon put a post about sharing unrefined stories onto my dash and @i-am-a-world told me to waste time only when I don't have any I have decided to make another attempt at doing exactly that.

Unless I forget all about it immediately there will be the occasional Enyr-&-Allyn-posting from now on.

A few tidbits for the start, then the first part of the story.

Tidbit Number 1

The relationship between Enyr and his patron, the Thief who Stole from the Gods is sort of like the relationship of Odysseus and Athena in Epic! The Musical (and eventually goes just as sour)

Tidbit Number 2: the first time I ever wrote about something kind of like this, neither Allyn nor Enyr were the protagonists. Well sort of. It's complicated.

Tidbit Number 3: I've been daydreaming about this story for years. Only some of it is formatted as an audiodrama script. Because this story has evolved over time in some parts the characters have different names. Different pronouns. (Allyn has xe/xir now) It would take ages to clean this mess up. But the first part, where our heroes are introduced and shooed off onto their quest is good to go! I tried really hard to make it presentable.

But hey. Ultimately I just want people to see and enjoy this story. Maybe that'll even help get me unstuck from the point where the story has been for at least the last two years.

Extra Tidbit: Taras' theme song is Birds of a Feather by Fish in a Birdcage

Anyways.

The Tale of Enyr and Allyn

Part 1 Chapter 1: Enyr

A long way from here, on the far side of a vast ocean, there is a group of four islands. And on the biggest island there stands a proud city. In the beginning, there was no settlement there. There was in fact nothing of note there on that tiny rock. A few birds maybe. But all in all it was merely empty.  Accounts of how and why people eventually began to live there vary. Folks who live on the neighboring continent may tell you of a traitor, a liar, a thief who fled to the most remote island like a coward to avoid punishment for stealing from gods. Those who live on that island and its neighbors however tell quite a different tale. In this story, the thief is a hero, who stood up to unjust, violent gods and used their newly gained power to protect those who could not thrive on the continent, those who were too different or unwanted to find a home there.  The truth, as it tends to be with some stories, is somewhere in the middle…. This is the tale of Enyr the adventurer, who knew the Thief better than anyone, and of his trials, hardship, betrayals and love. And of Hearthkeeper Allyn who wanted nothing to do with any of them, and got caught up in them most unfortunately anyway. 

In his youth Enyr decided to follow one of the gods worshipped on the islands, as many young islanders were doing at the time. Of course the Thief, as an entity of the wild stormy sea and the great unknown, could hardly be worshipped in temples. Whoever wanted to truly worship them had to set out on a journey and dedicate his life to travel. And so Enyr chose the life of a sailor.    Scene change: maybe indicated by music?

Scene 2: ENYRs time as a sailor and a life changing meeting Luke: And that life suited him well. He worked hard and when the work was done he could also loosen up and celebrate. All things considered he was a perfectly normal person. In fact, the only thing worth mentioning about young Enyr was his almost eerie knack for predicting the weather. This may not seem like that big of a talent, but keep in mind that in this part of the world the weather is largely caused by the whims and fancies of a fickle god. This strange quirk only seemed to get more and more accurate the longer he spent out at sea and soon people joked that Enyr knew if the weather was going to change before the Thief themself had even decided. Maybe it was these jokes that eventually drew their attention, maybe it was the fact that on that particular night he was the only one who was still somewhat sober. One could now speculate about fate and chance at length but do those things really matter?  Fact is that in his seventh summer as an adventurer at sea, our young friend was approached by a rather familiar stranger after a night of drink and dance…   SOUNDS: outside of a lively pub at night, laughter, music etc. can be heard, although somewhat muffled. SOUND: Slow footsteps   Enyr: (sings, very off-key, he’s clearly somewhat drunk):   Adventure at sea is the life for me, I don’t get homesick no When the captain calls and the storm rolls in A-floating I shall go Now raise your glass another time Drink and beverage ho! Like the birds on high we must look to the sky A-floating we shall….go ( He trails off. The footsteps stop)   (Beat)    Enyr (contd): Who are you?  Luke: If he had been entirely sober, he may have been able to recognize the figure leaning against the wall sooner, but as it was, at that moment he had no idea that he was speaking to his god. Only that sixth sense he had developed for the weather nagged at him: This person felt like storm season air.  The Thief (clearly amused): Who, me? I am but a stranger on the breeze. A traveler, if you will.  Enyr: Hm. You… You look so… familiar. (hiccups) The Thief (barely suppresses a fit of loud laughter): I have one of those faces. Enyr (confused): What'd you want?  The Thief: Hearthkeeper Allyn, one of my sisters most important acolytes, has been dispatched on a rescue mission. But like my sister, xe is not a traveler, so I was asked to lend a ship with crew to the cause. To guarantee xir safety and the success of the mission.  Enyr: But I don't (hiccup) sail for you, stranger, I sail for…  Luke: Suddenly the young sailor felt very sober indeed, as the proverbial coin dropped at last. The weight of his situation dawned on him. This merry stranger in front of him had once raised the islands out of the sea as an act of defiance. What reason could they possibly have to want to talk to him?  Enyr (voice wavering with doubt): And…I’m supposed to what, lead that crew for you?  The Thief: Maybe. If you think you are the right person to carry out this task when you wake up tomorrow.  (Beat) Why do you look so surprised? I wouldn't force you to do this against you will… and I certainly wouldn't ask this of you without giving you something in return.  Enyr: What would you give?  The Thief: Do you know what exactly it was that I took from the three continental gods?  Enyr: Of course I do. Everyone (hiccup) knows that. Why?   The Thief: Because I have something to give as well. And unlike them I am not too set in my ways to give it freely.

Next time: Allyn really really doesn't want to go on an adventure but it's about a kid so fiiiiine

Also there's a scene later where Enyr and Taras consider getting really wasted as part of their totally serious last ditch effort rescue mission and now that I think about it, it would be hilarious for Taras to go "oh you're one to talk booze. One time you got so utterly pissed you didn't even recognize when your god tried to talk to you" but there's no way they could know, this was literally before their time. And my totally amazing badass hero would totally have been too embarrassed to tell that little fact to anyone ever.

(also please ignore Luke. He's there because I thought I could find a home for this story in the podcast Among the Stacks which is why this is in script form also. But ultimately...nah. i have to figure out something else for Luke)

Anyways.

[soleminisanction]

You have pitches for a Cassie Sandsmark story? Would you like to share?

A couple, some more refined than others. My favorite is a little out-there and goofy but I think it'd be fun:

Starts off with Cassie and some of her fem friends (Cissie for sure, maybe Anita, Rose, M'gann, Yara if she's got a status quo that would allow it, etc.) running a day camp for the children of a women's shelter run by Amazons and funded by Themsycira but located somewhere like Washington D.C. or Metropolis. They're having fun, running the kids through some games and field sports based on superhero stuff and Amazon training, when suddenly, oh no! Supernatural monster attack! Girl squad forms up and kicks ass, getting all the kids to safety... save for one.

Too late, Cassie realizes that one of the monsters, an amphisbaena (two-headed snake), has broken through their ranks and is going straight for a lone toddler who has managed to wander away from the rest of the group. Cassie leaps to defend the child, but in her heart knows that she's too late, bracing herself for tragedy as the serpent strikes...

...only for said toddler to suddenly seize the snake around both its necks and immediately bash it to death with super-strength Hercules-style, giggling and laughing the entire time.

Subsequent investigation reveals that this little girl is the daughter of a woman who turned up at the shelter a few years ago, pregnant and in a state of severe traumatic shock, and who has been there in a state of heavy catatonia ever since. Moreover, it likewise quickly becomes clear that the mythological monsters were coming after this specific child, and they're not going to stop until whoever wants the kid dead is found and stopped.

Thus it falls to Cassie to become the child's babysitter, protector and surrogate big sister while she travels the country unraveling the mystery of who is...Wonder Tot?

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There's also the one that'd be a spin on The New Titans where Cassie becomes the subject of a prophecy involving the Greek mythological succession cycle and has to bring together a team of literal "new Titans" to challenge the gods of Olympus. It'd be made up of a mix of new characters who're all demigods like her, and established friends of hers like Kon, Tim and Bart, each of whom has caught the attention/favor of one of the old Titans or one of the other non- or pre-Olympian Greek gods. That one's a little more vague and ambitious though.

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in the morning

jjk megumi fushiguro x gn!reader

a promise made under sleep deprivation.

- word count: 1.6k

- contents: not too much plot, mostly fluff, slight angst because i can't seem to help myself, aged!up megumi, shibuya did NOT happen 🙌

- notes: people actually enjoyed my last post? uhm, thank you all!! it means a lot that i get silly little likes on my silly little stories :3 the ending is kind of meh, but this has been sitting around for too long, sooo (hopefully) enjoy!

knock, knock, knock.

your eyes drift lazily from the hotel ceiling to the door. the noise was so quiet that you could have easily chalked it up to your mind playing tricks on you; however, someone was outside in the hall trying to get your attention, and it took you a beat longer than it should have to realize that. in your defense, how long have you been laying in bed trying to go to sleep?

exhaustion seeped into every single inch of your body, except your brain. thoughts were running a million miles a minute in your head while your muscles and bones screamed for rest. from the door to the alarm clock on the nightstand, your eyes travel to see the unholy hour written in bright red numbers. you really had been trying to sleep for too long.

knock, knock, knock.

you were too slow to get out of bed because the knuckles were back on the door to alert you of their presence. a huff, a sigh, and a few sluggish blinks of your eyes before you finally will yourself to throw off the oversized, white duvet. when you fully stand on the plush carpet, you teeter on the balls of your feet and glare at the front door with half-lidded eyes, cursing whoever was bothering you from your nonexistent sleep. trudging over and opening the door was another monumental task you had to do, but seeing who was actually on the other side made it slightly worth it.

megumi's head had been resting against the door, waiting patiently. he slowly pulled himself away as it opened. one look was all it took to see that he was just as tired as you. his black hair mussed more than usual from constant tossing and turning, and his green eyes could barely hold themselves open. if you were more awake, you would have been able to notice that megumi was manually blinking. when his brain finally caught up and he realized that you were standing before him, the faintest smile appeared on his lips. it made the corners of your mouth perk up, too.

“hi,” you mumble, reaching up to rub the sleep away so that you can hold a somewhat decent conversation.

“hi,” megumi mumbles back. he rocks from socked foot to socked foot, unsure if he is bothering you or not with his intrusion. the wrinkle between his eyes was enough for you to know he did have a good reason. “yuji is snoring so, so loudly and he keeps, like, kicking the blankets around in his bed for some reason-” he cuts himself off with a small groan, closing his eyes momentarily. the hand holding his phone and charger moves to massage away the frustrated furrow of his brows. you bite your lip to contain a giggle, wanting to keep up a face of sympathy for the poor boy.

deciding who would share a room with yuji was always a losing battle for megumi. he stayed in the dorms next to yuji for years, so, obviously, he was the best choice, right? of course, megumi didn’t blame yuji for his sleeping habits. it’s not like he could change how hyper he got when his head hit the pillow, and a particularly enthralling dream about fighting the main villains of Human Earthworm was dreamt.

but, of course, you also couldn’t blame megumi for wanting to grab that pillow and hit yuji with it over and over, especially when you take into consideration that megumi had not gotten to sleep more than four hours each night for the past week.

all of that leads you back to now.

you turn your head to look at the other bed. the buzzing yellow bulbs from the hallway shed just enough light into the small hotel room to make out tiny details. nobara was still sound asleep like she had been since she finished her nightly skincare routine. the baby blue eye mask and the chunky black headphones quietly playing white noise had not moved an inch. another smile makes its way onto your face as you turn back towards megumi, who has begun to lean against the doorframe to prevent himself from staggering into you.

you hum something that sounds vaguely like an agreement.

megumi barely has time to peel himself from the cool wood of the doorframe before you walk away to crawl back under the covers. it’s routine by this point. the hotel door shuts with a soft click. megumi pads his way over to the other side of the mattress, feels his way around the nightstand and wall to plug the cord into the socket, and maneuvers the charger around to plug in his phone. the moment his phone is placed on the nightstand, megumi eases into bed beside you. you're both facing each other, but with the door now shut, there's hardly any light left to see faces. at least the faint red glow from the alarm clock catches nicely through megumi's hair, making for a very pretty silhouette.

there’s shuffling and a few muted thuds, and you can only guess that megumi’s cheeks are squished hard against one of the pillows he just stole. if the lamps were turned on, you’d most likely tell him how cute he looks and watch his ears turn brighter than the numbers that are quickly changing to alert you that is too late to be thinking at all. megumi can sense your eyes searching for him in the darkness, even though his are closed.

he seems able to do that a lot nowadays.

“sleep,” megumi rasps out, moving the hand tucked under his pillow to pinch you. “might have to do a mission when we get back.”

the warning is meant to make you want to go to sleep, yet you can’t help but send yourself overthinking. you’re not allowed to get too far, though, because megumi gives a dramatic huff and reaches over to wrap an arm around you to pull you closer to him. the movement knocks you out of your internal tangent of training first years to deal with some inevitable horrors they'll see during their high school years.

megumi gives you an out if you truly want it. if you want to turn around and go to sleep, the arm around you is loose enough to not keep you held down.

you don't take the out.

you press your forehead against the edge of megumi's pillow, nibbling on the inside of your cheek to prevent anything silly from leaving your mouth. you're a strong sorcerer and it's the busy season for curses. you should be able to deal with mission after mission and the elders breathing down your back like they always do, but it's nearing the end of summer and you're in a cheap hotel in some district after two full weeks of fighting and mentoring. two full weeks of visiting shoko and murmuring quick greetings and goodbyes before heading back out onto city streets. two full weeks of scraped skin and bandages with cheery fourth grades tagging along to watch and study. two full weeks and you get a single day for rest and recuperation, which you can’t even seem to do right because you’re neither resting nor recuperating.

“i think i'm tired,” you whisper into the pillowcase, hoping that the low clanky hum of the air conditioner will muffle your words even more. it's a frightening thing to say aloud because it means admitting that just maybe you’re not as strong as you’re supposed to be. megumi snorts and it makes you frown, but his fingers rubbing lazy patterns into your shoulder blade take the sting off.

“already knew that one,” megumi responds. he can practically hear the gears in your head working to let out some snarky comment, so he adjusts himself until his head is on top of yours and his arms are squeezing the thoughts from your mind. megumi can’t possibly remember all of the times he’s woken you up. when he was younger, it was sneaking into your dorm to nap after training. as he’s grown older, it’s driving half an hour to your apartment to take up the empty space in your bed. it’s your hands combing through his hair, telling him that everything will be okay, that make him sleep. it’s you he seeks when he can feel the scars on his body aching all at once, or when he’s too tired to make it back to campus to get properly checked out. it’s you.

why is it that when it comes to you it’s suddenly selfish? why are you not allowed the same luxuries? 

with an unsteady heart, he presses his lips to your head before trailing down to leave another kiss on your forehead and then another at your temple. megumi believes you deserve to rest after everything you’ve been put through, so if he has to embarrass himself at 2:37 a.m. to get you to settle down, then so be it. 

his palms flat against your back to gently coax your muscles into untensing. his fingers go back to tracing shapes and lines into your shirt. it’s a distraction to keep the rising heat off his face. “in the morning,” megumi promises. the words come out as a deep exhale as the last of the restlessness finally leaves his bones. “we’ll talk about everything in the morning.”

the air conditioner coughs and sputters, and you’re long asleep with a serene expression by the time another kiss lands on your cheek. 

[taestefully-in-luv]

Love Again | PJM (Two)

Summary: A friend of yours is eager to introduce you to her new man but what happens when Park Jimin, the man who broke your heart 5 years ago walks in through the door?

Pairing: Jimin x Female reader

Genre: exes au, exes to ???, fluff, angst, smut

Word Count: 14k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, kissing, mentions of sex

Notes: Sorry this chapter is a little long, hehe. Thanks for giving this story some love. I hope you continue to enjoy it. Love hearing from you guys<3 Send an ask if you want to be added to a tag list or just want to chat:)

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You are having a good time, you really are...you’re just…distracted. There is this thrilling ache gnawing at your body, a feeling so overwhelming and consuming that you are having a hard time giving Namjoon your full attention. You sit here, watching his words fall out of his mouth and you try to concentrate on each one. You think you caught the word ‘beautiful’ and ‘hungry?’ but you aren’t so sure since the only sound you are actually hearing is Jimin’s voice.

Despite Jimin’s smooth, mesmerizing voice—no, stop it. No need to actively think of a description for the sound of the voice of your ex-boyfriend—you still try to focus on Namjoon. Shouldn’t be so hard considering how handsome he is…How does one guy pull off looking so manly yet so devastatingly soft? The type of man who has beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face in the blistering heat while chopping down trees with an axe yet somehow also the man who plants trees in his spare time with a dimpled smile. Duality, you guess.

Namjoon slowly stops talking when he realizes how zoned out you seem…he chuckles as he tilts his head and gets a better look at you. You met Namjoon your third year in University, you two sat next to one another in some uneventful literature class. It was at 8 am so he was always seeing the view of you drag your feet into the lecture room with sleepy eyes, never speaking too much. But you both kept it friendly, always sharing notes and quiz answers. He saw you often around campus but you never really saw him.

There were a few times you both would meet in the library to quietly work on essays side by side and even one time when he went to your apartment so you could peer review. He remembers how cute you were back then—always busy with something and always complaining about your literature class despite how seriously you took it. When he went to your apartment for the first time it finally sunk in how your living spaces was littered with various items—men’s items. You apologized, quickly picking up stray hoodies and blaming your boyfriend for always leaving a mess.

It finally hits you that Namjoon isn’t even speaking anymore…he’s just gazing at you with a smile that makes your heart feel fuzzy. You need to snap out of it! You are on a date with your crush of two years! You try to quietly clear your throat before giving conversation a shot.

“Sorry,” You smile sheepishly, “What were you saying?”

Namjoon nods his head towards the man playing a breathtaking piece on the piano, the man’s fingers sliding over the keys creating a charming melody for the restaurants guests.

“Amazing, isn’t he?”

Amazing…isn’t he…? Suddenly, his words begin echoing in your mind…sucking you into the past.

“Amazing, isn’t he?”

“Huh?” You mumble, never taking your eyes off the front of the room.

“I said…he’s amazing, isn’t he?” The girl next to you asks again, “I really feel bad for whoever gets paired up with him.” She leans in closer to you, trying to lower her voice more, “I mean, as good looking as he is…I kind of want to do well in this class.”

You don’t even bother responding to her, your attention captured by the guy performing a monologue of his choice for the class. It’s your first semester of college and you had to get your hands on an Acting 1 class…you always enjoyed theatre in the past in school and you wanted to continue down that path…see if you really have the passion for it.

You have never seen someone so…mesmerizing before. You finally let the girls words process in your brain and you can’t help but laugh. Yeah, you also feel bad for whoever gets paired with him because he would just outshine them. Stealing the spotlight, stealing the show.

When the guy is finished with his piece, everyone claps and he makes his way back into the audience, taking a seat. The professor calls out the next student who is due to perform and you feel your heart beginning to race…it’s you. But your heart doesn’t race in nerves rather it races in excitement. You aren’t too worried, if you’re honest. Sure, that previous guy could make everyone cry and contemplate life but you? You could make them laugh. And you do.

The other students in the room clap for you, their faces still broken out in smiles as you try to find your way back to your seat when you catch the gaze of the guy who went before you…his eyes twinkled in amusement and you feel yourself grow warm.

Class is coming to an end and your professor finally starts listing off the students who will be partnering for the semester. You patiently wait until your name is called. You see students being paired off one by one as they make their way to one another, you sit here until it’s just you and a few others left.

“y/n…” Your name is finally said and you perk up visibly, “and Jimin.” He says while pointing at the both of you. Your eyes slide to the side as you eye him, you notice he is already making his way over to you and you feel yourself grow excited.

“Hey,” He says, pulling a chair next to yours as he sits. “I’m Jimin.”

“y/n.” You tell him, “You did a really good job, by the way.” You comment nonchalantly. “I don’t think I have the talent for crying on cue.”

“Just gotta think of those commercials with the abused dogs and cats. Instant water works.” He grins at you, “Yours was good too. You’re really funny.”

“Well, you know what they say.” You pull out a notebook from your bag, “The more tragic your life is the funnier you get apparently.”

“And your life has been tragic?” He asks, a brow raised with clear amusement on his face.

“Well…no, not really.” You admit with a shrug. “Unless you count the time I dropped my blueberry muffin on the way to class. Which felt really tragic, so I mean maybe.”

“The blueberry muffins from Claire’s?” Jimin gasps, a hand over his heart. “That is tragic as hell, girl.”

“See? I knew I wasn’t being dramatic.” You laugh, “So,” You place your notebook in your lap, your fingers clicking your pen in and out over and over. “Is this like your life’s dream? Becoming some famous actor in movies that makes everyone cry?”

“No, not really.” Jimin takes out his own notebook, “My real specialty is musical theatre.”

“Ah, so you can sing.”

“And dance.” He winks at you, “What about you?” He asks, “What brings you to Acting 1?”

“Still trying to figure out if I have any real passion for anything.” You admit with a chuckle, “So, what kind of duets were we thinking of?” You open your notebook, ready to take notes.

You and Jimin become friends rather quickly…the semester zoomed by and you felt yourself so undeniably drawn to him. This isn’t romantic or sexual—or so you think. You truly just admired him and his performances…but he was just as charming off stage as he was on it. Watching Jimin doing his thing solidified something for you. You weren’t passionate about theatre or acting…seeing Jimin you realized what true passion is. You fell in love with theatre though, he made it so worth falling in love with even if you weren’t directly involved.

Even after your class ended together, you continued to still hang out. You and Jimin were always smiling and laughing, playing pranks on each other and others. Always having fun. You wondered if it was bad to be this drawn to someone. But little did you know, Jimin was just as affected by you as you were with him. He could sit here and listen to you talk all day, never getting bored.

It was during your second year when Jimin finally made a move on you and you two decided to make it official. It surprised a grand total of zero people when you announced you were dating, everyone just happy to see their friends finally together. The flower that was you and Jimin was enchanted and could even be bloomed under the moonlight. You could live in this night forever.

You shake your head, getting out of your thoughts and try to focus on Namjoon again. He’s incredible, honestly. You do like him, you just wish your brain wasn’t so chaotic with thoughts of your ex-boyfriend. But who could blame you? It’s not your fault he suddenly showed back up in your life…especially in these circumstances.

“Hm, are you nervous?” Namjoon accuses you softly, “I can tell.”

You immediately feel your cheeks getting warm and you feel an ounce of guilt. It’s not really nerves perse…but you guess you’ll go along with it.

“Don’t feel bad.” He reaches over for his glass of red wine, “I find it pretty adorable, to be honest.” He brings the glass to his lips as he sips on the alcohol, his eyes gazing into yours with a hint of playfulness.

“Sorry.” You eventually blurt out, “I’m just…well, surprised we are out on a date.”

Now it’s Namjoon’s turn to feel an ounce of guilt. He sets his wine glass back down on the table and offers you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, that’s probably my fault, right?” His sheepish expression relaxes you a little, “I had been meaning to ask you out. I just never really knew when it was the right timing…”

“Don’t apologize!” You rush to say, “It’s not like I was waiting, or you know…expecting you to ask me out.”

“Well, it’s not like I wasn’t aware of how you felt about me.” Namjoon decides to call you out on your crush and you want to set yourself on fire.

“Right.” You nod your head stiffly. “Totally, totally.”

It’s not like your love life could suffer even more, why not add in some sprinkles of “Your crush is aware of your feelings and probably pitied you.”

“Wait!” Namjoon chuckles, as if reading your mind. “I feel the same. I was just a little nervous myself. Every time I thought about maybe asking you out, I lost the courage because well, you were always getting ready for whatever date was next. You seemed…busy, so.”

Oh god, Lucy was right. You are a serial dater. You wish you could walk out into some traffic right now, your embarrassment only growing.

“Whatever date I …had next.” You mumble to yourself, becoming annoyingly self-aware.

“I’m not saying it like it’s a bad thing!” Namjoon tries saving as he observes how your facial features morph into like 7 different devastated expressions.

“Right.” You nod your head again, “Because going on disaster date after disaster date is a good thing.”

Namjoon can’t help but laugh, you’re so funny, he thinks. He finally composes himself and looks at you with a softening expression.

“Well,” He begins, his hand reaching over the table for yours. You immediately shoot your eyes towards him at the sudden contact. “Hopefully I can help you put an end to these disaster dates. You don’t have to stop going on like 20 dates a week,” He playfully jokes making you laugh with the shake of your head, “But maybe they can all be with me.”

“I would say tonight’s date is off to a good start.” You say this a bit shyly, “And you only have 19 more dates with me this week.” Namjoon thinks this is the first time he’s ever seen you smirk. “If you’re still up for it.”

“We’ve been friends for years.” Namjoon squeezes your hand, “You’d be surprised what I’m up for when it comes to you.”

You feel a little surprised by his words, maybe even his implication. His eyes turn a shade darker as he watches you, his lips curling up into a smirk of his own.

“Well, I guess we will have to go out more so I can find out.”

You and Namjoon stayed at the restaurant until closing time, lots of conversation and plans for a next time. It went so well, it didn’t even dawn on you that for several hours your mind was Jimin free, despite what a shock today was. You and Namjoon even linger outside of your cars in the parking lot, still chatting and giggling about something dumb your friends have done or said.

“Okay, okay. Seriously, it’s getting late. You should head home.” Namjoon tells you earnestly, “I kind of wish we wouldn’t have met here so I could have drove you home.”

“Well, lucky for you this isn’t a one-time thing. So, plenty of other opportunities.” You tease, sudden warmth on your cheeks.

“I kind of have a rule.” Namjoon steps a little closer to you, his feet bumping into yours. “But I kind of feel like throwing it out the window.” His laugh makes you smile.

“What rule is that?”

“I don’t usually kiss on the first date.”

Oh. You remember when you first started casually dating you had a rule like that but now with your seasoned experience in dating your rules have changed. You used to say “No kissing on the first date” but now it’s more like “Okay no swallowing on the first date” something about respecting yourself or whatever and making a man work for it. Too bad things don't even get that far though.

“Uh, yeah same.” You say with an obvious lying tone, making Namjoon chuckle. “But I would be willing to throw that out the window too.”

“Before I kiss you…” Namjoon teases you by leaning in closer, “You should know that I had a really nice time tonight and I look forward to seeing where this goes.”

His warm breath dances over your lips and you suck in a sharp breath before you’re feeling his lips over yours. His kiss is firm and safe. Like, he put a little feeling into it. Your lips stay over his for a few seconds before you kiss back a little harder and finally he’s moving his mouth over yours in a slow, languid mess. Your hands travel up his chest until you are wrapping them around his neck and pulling him in closer. His chest breathing against yours heavily when he finally swipes his tongue over your bottom lip and you give him access to the inside of your mouth. Feeling his wet tongue slip in to tangle with yours has you moaning out a little whimper, his hands gripping your waist when he hears you.

Much to your dismay, Namjoon brings his tongue back to his own mouth before peppering small kisses over your lips. His hands still grip onto your waist tightly while he catches his breath…his growing smile making you feel all the excitement of kissing rush to your lady bits.

“I only meant to give you a simple kiss.” He admits between a few breathy laughs, “But you don’t make it easy, do you?”

“That wasn’t simple?” You tease, leaning up to kiss him again. “You’re going to brunch tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Save me a seat next to you.” Namjoon’s dimples make an appearance as you feel yourself die and go to heaven.

He watches as you get inside your car and he doesn’t get inside his own car until he watches you drive out of the parking lot, his hands constantly gesturing for you to go on. You grin at him through the glass one last time before finally exiting the lot.

You are a giddy mess. You are high on life. You and Namjoon. Finally. When you’re at a stop light you clumsily pull out your phone and call Hoseok, you know he is probably pretty curious how tonight went. When his phone finally stops ringing and you hear his voice on the other side you immediately start gushing about your night.

“Don’t tell me all the details yet!” He begs excitedly. “Come over! I want the full run down of the date. I want every dirty detail too. I want—”

“Dirty? There aren’t really any dirty—”

“Oh, then never mind. Don’t come over, not interested anymore.” He jokes, making you giggle.

“I’m turning on Western Center, be at your place in a few.” You let him know, hanging up the phone.

You are more than giddy at this point! Not only did you have a great date with Namjoon but you also get to share all the details with your dear friend. You find a parking spot on Hoseok’s street…it’s Saturday night so it’s packed with visitors. You make your way to his front door of his cute little house and let yourself in.

“Are we ready!” You yell out as you slip your shoes off, “For a summary of a historical night!” You rush into the house, zooming down the hall until you find Hoseok in the living room.

“Hello, yes. My name is y/n and I officially know what it’s like to—”

“Hi y/n!”

“Oh.”

You don’t mean to say ‘oh’ like that…you know, your very obvious voice laced in disappointment.

“Hi, Lucy.” You mumble, eyes going to Hoseok who looks as cheery as always. “I didn’t know you were here too.”

It’s not that you have a problem with Lucy being here—no, not at all. It’s just seeing her is kind of a big slap of reality. Seeing her you are instantly reminded of…well, him.

“I thought you would be with Jimin tonight?” You ask, your eyes averting her gaze as you take a seat on one of Hoseok’s couches.

“He told me he was in the mood to chill at home…alone.” She breaks into a weird smile. “Which is pretty normal for him. He does that a lot.”

“Oh I see.” Well, that does not sound like the Jimin you remember. When you two were dating he was almost always with you, he would whine and pout when you two weren’t together. “Alone time is always nice.” You mumble.

“Yeah.” Lucy agrees easily, her smile relaxing before she gets excited. “Oh! But he wouldn’t stop talking about you!”

“Me?” You point at yourself awkwardly, “Uh, why?”

“He says you seem so cool and he can tell you two will become good friends for sure.”

That sly devil. You can only imagine how he said it…voice cool and seductive even. A hint of charm.

“He doesn’t have many friends right now, so I think this will be good for him.” Lucy continues grinning at you, “He kind of isolated himself until he finally started warming up to me.”

At this Hoseok groans, he looks over at you and Lucy and gives her a knowing look.

“Lucy, I hope this isn’t one of your projects.”

Projects? Oh right. Hoseok is referring to how Lucy tends to be drawn to men she thinks she can fix. Does Jimin need fixing?

“No! Well…” Lucy takes a moment to think but immediately shakes her head. “No! He’s fine. He’s fine.” She assures him.

“You always want to fix them...save them.” Hoseok narrows his eyes at her, “I guess at the end of the day you really are too good for this world.” He ends up smiling softly at her and she rolls her eyes.

“That’s not what I am doing!” She defends cutely. “Anyway, I think meeting y/n was a good first step. He seems more excited about meeting everyone else now. So what do you guys say? Friday is opening night. You won’t want to miss it, I promise you. I know I joke about how sexy he is but he really is so talented. It’s like he belongs on stage.”

You feel your heart clench uncontrollably in your chest because you know this. You know he belongs on stage. You are well aware.

“I don’t know…” Jimin mumbles into your neck, “I could totally blow it.”

Once again, you must believe in Jimin more than he believes in himself. He misses your warm smile with his face buried into the crook of your neck, your fingers rubbing his back softly.

“You won’t.” You assure him, “How many professors have told you that you should go for it?”

“They don’t matter.” He tells you, his breath hitting your skin. “Only matters what you think.”

“I think you’ll be amazing.” You whisper honestly. “Auditions are coming up and come on, musical theatre is your specialty isn’t it?”

“Yeah it is…I can’t help that I am amazing at acting, singing and dancing.” You can feel his widening grin on your neck, “But if I pass auditions I would get really busy,” He pulls himself off you, his arms still wrapped around your waist. “You know that, right?”

“I will be fine, Jimin.” You roll your eyes, “Plus, I would have more time for homework.”

“You’re cute if you think you aren’t going to hang around the theatre while I rehearse and also not attending every single show.” Jimin leans into you, his forehead bumping yours before he plants a kiss to your lips. “You know I need you there.”

“Who said I wasn’t already anticipating that?” You laugh, kissing him back.

Jimin knew the local theatre was a good place to get his career started…he knew it brought in a pretty decent audience and he needed the experience and exposure. With all your words of encouragement he finally auditioned for the lead of an upcoming production—go big or go home. He nailed it. Impressing Mr. Smith and other staff with his performance.

He spent a lot of time on the stage, rehearsing and rehearsing and even when he worked himself so harshly the only thing that brought him comfort was the fact that you were sitting in one of the chairs in the auditorium doing your school work. Your presence was everything to him. You were the cause for his daily excitement as well as the thing that relaxed him. He felt most as ease with you around as well as confident in his performance. When they started the shows, knowing you were in the audience was enough to make him feel like he could be a star.

No one has ever made him feel this way. Every side of himself that he is able to show you, the sides that even came out thanks to you, are some of his very favorite. He truly believes the version of himself that he is with you is his best one. You two really are attached to the hip and Jimin wouldn’t have it any other way. The end of your second year of college is nearing and Jimin wonders how he hasn’t told you just how impossibly in love he is with you.

And he does. He waits until it’s just you two in his apartment, eating ice cream while you go on and on about a new TV series you were into. You explain every character, every sub plot, ever hint of foreshadowing and you are so wrapped up in your own little world, babbling on and on. Jimin listens intently as he always does, asking the right questions that he knows will fire you up even more. He loves you, he thinks. Except it wasn’t just a thought in his head…he had accidentally blurted it out loud in the middle of your spiel.

Lucy is still speaking, her hands animatedly explaining just how amazing Jimin is. You blink at her as you notice your body feeling heavier and heavier…like the topic of Jimin is starting to overwhelm you once again. You suddenly stand from the couch, startling Lucy and Hoseok and announce you aren’t feel well all of the sudden but you’ll see them at brunch tomorrow before leaving.

You avoided Hoseok’s concerned gaze, knowing he will know that something is bothering you. You drive home in silence, not even a song by your favorite artist can help get your mind off things. Your place isn’t too far as you try to get home quickly. You know what you have to do—you have to talk to him. You two didn’t get a moment to talk just the two of you when you were both out with Lucy…but you need to discuss things.

Once you’re all changed and ready for bed, you make your way between your sheets and snuggle into your pillows. You eye your phone that lays next to you before you finally reach for it and open Instagram. You deleted Jimin’s number years ago but you think you remember his Instagram username—you stalked it once upon a time—but even if you didn’t remember, you could always check Lucy’s friends list.

Once you find his account, getting verification when you squint at his tiny photo to make sure it’s him, you press the follow button on his private account. You breathe out heavily, feeling jitters inside your nervous body. You click your phone off and throw it next to you again—you don’t expect to get any confirmation until tomorrow probably. But when your phone lights up, your quick hands scramble for the device. He accepted your follow request. And he requested to follow you as well.

Oh god, why is your heart racing? Why do you feel just as giddy getting a notification on Instagram from Jimin as your date with Namjoon? What the hell is wrong with you? You go to your Instagram messages and send him one. Although, there is so much you are desperate to know…you decide you feel odd if you were to ask any personal questions.

y/n 12:04 am

So…you’re back.

Jimin 12:04am

I am.

y/n 12:05am

I’ll be honest I don’t know how to go about this but we need to talk.

Jimin 12:05am

I knew you’d think so. What exactly do you want to talk about?

y/n 12:05am

Oh come on Jimin, don’t play dumb. You and me have a little bit of a history I guess you could say

Jimin 12:06am

A little bit? I guess yeah you’re right. You know, living together, planning a wedding, being in a super committed relationship where we were deeply in love hehe yes a little bit, you are right

y/n 12:07am

alright, I see you’re still a smartass

Jimin 12:07am

Not to mention all the loooooaaaadddds of sex we had LMAO

y/n 12:07am

Ok, I get it. ANYWAY

Jimin 12:08am

Texting through insta is annoying. Pass me your number.

You nibble on your lips before sending him a ‘fine’ and attaching your contact information. You guess you have to wait for him to text you now, your phone in your hands as you stare at the screen waiting for a text notification. But it never comes. It’s been like 10 minutes and still nothing.

Giving up, you slide your phone away from you and sigh out in annoyance. You decide maybe you will just go to sleep and deal with this another day…that is until your phone starts buzzing repeatedly having you shoot your eyes open towards it. You reach for your phone and stare at the screen. A number you don’t recognize is calling you.

It wouldn’t be….? You don’t usually answer your phone when you don’t know who is calling—like any other sane person—but you have a feeling…

“Hello?” You say after a beat of silence once you answered it.

“Hey.” Jimin.

“You know, no one talks on the phone anymore. People prefer texting nowadays.” You lay on your back, your head laying comfortably on your pillow as you look up at the ceiling.

“You love talking on the phone, y/n.” You can hear the eye roll in Jimin’s voice…if that is even a thing. “Unless you’ve changed that much?”

“No comment.” You can’t help but smile. His memory of you being absolutely correct. “So where were we?” You ask, wanting to carry on with your previous conversation.

“How was your date with…what’s his name again?” Jimin asks, his voice clearly teasing. “Namjoon, right?” He clicks his tongue. “You know, that name sounds so familiar.”

“It was fine.” You rush to say, “Now can we please talk about the little lie we have going on?”

“Oh that?” Jimin’s airy chuckle can be heard through the phone, “Well, I can see why you wanted to lie…pretending not to know each other in front of all your friends. Well, that should be interesting.”

“Shit, I knew this idea was messy.” You groan into the phone, “But it’s just…I think it would actually be worse if they knew the truth.”

“The truth? Oh you mean, our little bit of history?” Jimin starts laughing, his teasing making you feel warmer. “Yeah, it might be weird if they knew I used to tell you I loved you on a daily basis.”

“Can you stop bringing up the past?” You mumble, thankful no one can see how embarrassed you’ve become. “It would be the worst for Lucy. She’s like your girlfriend and I don’t want her to get worried or—”

“Girlfriend?” Jimin chokes on the word, “That’s now what she’s saying right?” He sounds genuinely concerned as he sighs out.

“Well, no.—“

“Thank god.” Jimin exhales a deep breath. “We’re just friends who have some fun together.” He tells you, his words all too knowing and suggestive.

“Either way it would be weird.” You point out, “So pretending to not no one another is probably the better option.”

“Hm.” Jimin hums softly, “So I pretend I don’t know you and you pretend you don’t know me…even though I know probably a million things about you.”

“It’s been 5 years, Jimin. I’m not the same person.” You respond blandly, “People change.”

“Oh I am well aware.” He hums again, “You are different I can tell…just like I know you think the same thing about me.”

He’s right. He is different. There’s something cold and distant about him that you don’t recognize…but you don’t tell him that.

“But,” He says a little softer now, the smile evident in his voice. “Even still, I think I know you.”

“Think what you want.” You scoff playfully, “I—”

“You know…” Jimin lowers his voice into the phone, a sound of seriousness taking over, “I never thought I would hear your voice again.” He tells you, “It’s nice.” There’s a drop of sincerity.

“Yeah,” You awkwardly clear your throat, “I uh, didn’t think the day would happen either.” You laugh.

“How’s it been y/n? These last five years? How have things changed?”

“To be honest…I have changed in some ways, ways you may not be familiar with but I guess at the core I'm the same.” You chuckle, “I guess our core selves don’t really change too much. And for someone like us…who knew each other at our cores…we might still recognize each other.”

“I’ll try not to recognize you too much then.” Jimin says with a smirk, “In front of others, I mean.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want to give it away that we know each other.”

“But I wonder how much we could get away with? Before people got suspicious?” Jimin can’t help but wonder out loud.

“Maybe we just shouldn’t talk to one another.” You point out, he can’t see you but he knows you’re grinning.

“Are you coming Friday?” Jimin changes the subject, “To the show.”

“Yeah. We plan on telling the others tomorrow. I’m sure everyone will be down.”

“Cool, cool.” He mumbles into the phone, “You guys can come back stage after the show.”

“Luckily, I remember the way.” You comment, “It’s been years though.”

“Hey…” You hear Jimin breathing softly on the line, “I know you said to not bring up the past anymore but…” He takes a deep breath before continuing, “Do you remember when we almost broke up? During third year.”

You’re silent for a moment, wondering why he is suddenly bringing that up.

“What about it?” You question cautiously.

“Can I ask you about…what you were feeling at that time? And how you got through it?”

“How I…? Um, okay.” You know exactly what he is referring to. During your third year in school you and Jimin reached a rocky point in your relationship. Nothing tragic had occurred between you two…no lies, no betrayal, no lazy love…but there was something that was holding you back. At the end of the day it was your own insecurities. You admired Jimin so much…even found yourself envying him…his passion for what he does.

“I told you at that time I was dealing with my feelings of envying you.” You begin telling him. “It was a slippery slope…loving someone who felt so…I don’t know. Out of reach.”

You can’t see him but Jimin’s eyes widen at those last words.

“But then I realized it was all in my head and I was creating problems.” You laugh to yourself, “You were never out of my reach, Jimin. And once you knew my feelings you always made sure I knew that. You always made me feel secure. And then I never had those feelings again. And we were fine.” You remind him, “But why? Why did you bring this up?”

It’s silent for a while but you know he’s still on the line, his quiet breathing just loud enough for you to know he’s still with you.

“Jimin?”

“Sorry.” He finally speaks up, his voice strained. “I…just something that had been on my mind. And I knew you were someone who could understand…It’s nothing.” He decides to laugh it off, his laughter sounding weird and forced.

“Jimin…” You want to ask him about New York. Why isn’t he in Broadway anymore? Why is he back home?

“Well,” Jimin coughs a few times before sighing out, “We agree to keep up this act of being strangers. I won’t tell if you won’t.” You can only imagine the wink he just offered you.

“Oh okay.” You mumble.

“I’ll see you Friday, y/n. And um, try to pick a seat where I can find you easily.”

“Find me eas—”

“Goodnight.” And then you are met with silence.

~~~~~~~

“Literally only here for the mimosas.” You murmur sleepily, “Or else my ass would still be in bed.”

“You’re here because you love spending quality time with your friends, y/n.” Jeremy points at you with his finger.

“Is that why you’re here?” You give him a pointed look.

“Oh fuck no. Literally just here for the drinks babey.”

“I wish my friends weren’t fucking alcoholics.” Naomi deadpans, “But I guess I can’t win them all.”

“I know right.” Hoseok chuckles, “Pretty ridiculous.”

“Oh please,” Naomi rolls her eyes, “Don’t like you aren’t one of them! y/n will find a way to pressure you into getting drunk before noon and because you never let her have any fun by herself you both will be wasted in the next 45 minutes.”

“She says that like she’s experienced it before…oh wait! She has.” Jeremy starts laughing to himself.

“You’re not innocent Jeremy. They might be wasted in the next 45 minutes but you’re trailing close behind, buddy. I give you an hour and 15 minutes.”

“So precise.” Jeremy gasps, “As expected from our Naomi.”

“I will only be wasted in the next 45 minutes if they stop putting so much damn orange juice in the glass. Like, I wanted a splash. Maybe I’ll just order the mimosa without the orange juice.” You nod your head at your great idea.

“That’s—that’s just fucking cham—you know what? Go for it.” Naomi shakes her head but she’s laughing. “Why don’t you just order a shot of your preferred liquor at this point.”

“Is there a rule that says I can’t do that? Quick, Hobi search it.”

“Can….you…order….liquor….at…10 am…on … a …Sunday….” Hoseok talks out loud as he taps away on his phone.

“Hi friends!” Lucy comes through the door to the outside patio where you’re all seated. “You guys haven’t ordered yet?” She asks as she takes a seat next to you but you just stare at her, blinking slowly. “What?” She asks, innocent eyes looking at you.

“Umm…Namjoon should be here soon and he asked me to save him a seat…next to me.”

“Oh!” Lucy gets the hint right away, “Of course! I would never stand in the way of true love.” She winks at you before moving over a seat. Closer to Hoseok…clearly making him happy.

“Speaking of Namjoon…” Hoseok tears his gaze away from Lucy as he puts his attention on you. “Hurry up and tell us about your date before he gets here!”

“True, dude. Spill.” Naomi gestures towards you. “Just tell me this…does he know how to use his dick? Just from glancing at him I can tell he probably does but—”

“I wouldn’t know.” You answer with a straight face. “It went really well though.” You say, immediately brightening. “If I remember correctly, pretty sure he has a crush on me too! He also said he wants to go on more dates with me and also yeah, we made out a little outside my car.” You grin deviously at your friends, wiggling your brows in the mix.

“Praise the lord.” Hoseok closes his eyes and starts shaking his hands in prayer, “Thank you god for finally, finally” he opens his eyes to look at the sky, “giving y/n a real man!”

“Oh shut up.” You laugh, throwing a piece of your napkin at him.

“Has it always been your goal to hook up with a pair of besties?” Jeremey asks and you just throw the whole napkin at him.

“You really shut up.” You glare at him before chuckling. “Anyways guys, I have a feeling the single y/n you all know and love—”

“Who says we love her?” Jeremy whispers to the rest of the group while they all snicker.

“—anyway,” you continue. “She is passing away soon. And a new y/n will be born. A girlfriend.” You nod your head affirmingly.

“I’m worried about girlfriend y/n…” Naomi admits with a sigh, “He will probably be like ‘babe we haven’t seen each other in 8 days’ and you will be like ‘you’re so fucking clingy’ and then dump him.”

“Oh my god, I would not.”

“Do you guys remember when she ended things with that guy who asked her if she got home safely? Because she felt like he was being too much.” Lucy adds in to the mix.

“Because I told him I would text him when I got home! And he texted me before I was even half way through my drive.” You defend.

“What about the time a guy asked her if he could sleep over and she said ‘not only should you go home but you should also never come back’” Jeremy includes his own memories.

“I said it nicely though! I never say these things like an asshole!”

“Sometimes I think you’re a little too obsessed with being independent.” Hoseok tells you…or more like reminds you, since this isn’t the first time he’s saying this. “You ever just…let a person in? And you know…depend on them? Could feel nice, y/n.”

You know he means well…but this is actually a sore subject for you. You want to continue to defend yourself but before you can get anymore words out, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey guys!” Namjoon’s voice booms attractively. “Already drinking? Please tell me this is just round one and I’m not about to sit down with a bunch of drunk people at 10 am.” He chuckles while taking the seat next to you. He glances at you and gives you a smile. Oh wow, he is handsome.

“Hi.” You whisper. His smile only grows before he surprises you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Behave children.” Naomi winks at you both, “Some of us are single or in a long distance relationship. Please keep it PG.”

“What the hell rating do you think a kiss on the cheek is?” You laugh, genuinely asking though.

“She’s thirsty as hell. A kiss on the cheek is rated R to her by this point.” Jeremy snickers while Naomi hits his shoulder. “What? It’s true.” He says, rubbing his arm.

“Yeah, well sexting can only get me so far.” Naomi groans dramatically.

“Told you guys long distance doesn’t count!” Hoseok rubs it in, “She is over here getting all hot from witnessing the most innocent cheek kiss I’ve ever seen.”

“How are things going with Jonathan?” You decide to pry, it’s been a while since Naomi gushed over her boyfriend.

“It’s…uh, it’s good.” She says, but none of you are convinced.

“Naomi….” Jeremy already has that accusatory tone and Naomi is quick to roll her eyes.

“I said it’s fine!”

“Actually you said good.”

This earns him another punch to his arm. Naomi looks a little uncomfortable, meaning there must be trouble in paradise. You help her out with a subject change.

“We can come back to that at another time.” You offer, “Lucy, now that everyone’s here…Friday?”

“Friday?” Jeremy asks, “What’s happening Friday?”

“Well, you all know I’ve been kind of like, seeing someone for the past few months.” Lucy smiles, a little blush on her cheeks. “Well, the production we’ve been working on is beginning. Opening night is on Friday.”

“Oh shit, that came fast.” Naomi nods her head, “But you’re asking us to go right?”

“Yup.” Lucy grins wider. “You guys can see the musical and also meet him after. Jimin already met y/n. He’s great, right y/n?”

“Yeah he—”

“Jimin?” Namjoon repeats the name. He knows this name…knows it well, he thinks. But from where?

“Yeah. That’s my guy.” Lucy smiles so hard her cheeks begin to hurt. “He’s really great guys. You will love him.”

“Okay, I’ll go. I mean…if it’s free…” Jeremy says, Lucy laughs but you, Hoseok and Naomi know how serious he is.

“Oh. You’re for real.” Lucy blurts, realizing. “But yeah, of course it’s free for us. Jimin is holding on to some tickets for us.”

“I’m invited too?” Namjoon asks and Lucy’s eyes widen.

“Oh my god, of course! You’re our friend too…plus you’re y/n’s….” She gestures between you two and you feel yourself grow warm.

“Friend.” You say with a tight lip smile.

“Friend?” Namjoon chuckles, “Do all your friends greet you with a kiss on the cheek?”

“Have you seen these 4 when they’re drunk?” You deadpan, gesturing towards your friends. “Their lips have found my face too many times to count.”

“On the lips too?” Namjoon asks, clearly amused yet surprised.

“If they did I would literally kill them.” You shrug, making everyone laugh.

“So where’s Yoongi?” Jeremy asks, “We invited him too!”

“Ah, he couldn’t today.”

“Oh, he already had other plans?”

“Plans with his bed.” Namjoon chuckles, “He’s not great at waking up early.”

“Amen sister.” You mumble, “But you’re more than welcome to tell him about Friday, if you want.”

“Yeah! The more the better.” Lucy says excitedly. “Jimin is going to be so happy to make new friends.”

“Are you sure it’s not you who is happy that he’s going to make new friends?” Hoseok accuses her lightheartedly.

“Oh stop that.” She shakes her head with a small smile, “You guys didn’t see him before…”

“I mean to be fair we’ve never seen him…ever.” Jeremy points out and you laugh.

“I’m serious.” Lucy’s features harden, “He was…so lonely. He didn’t talk to anyone. He just came to rehearsal and when it ended he would stay after and dance on stage for hours. Although it looked beautiful…there was something so sad about it.”

“So he’s a loner. What’s wrong with that?” Hoseok nudges her shoulder with his own, “You don’t have to try and be everyone’s hero, Lucy.” He says softly, mostly just for her to hear.

“No, it’s more than that.” She finds Hoseok’s eyes. “There’s…rumors about him.”

“What rumors?” You find yourself asking this before you realize.

“He doesn’t talk about it…but he’s big news guys. He isn’t just some guy that wanted to randomly audition. He’s coming from New York. He worked on Broadway. He was a huge deal, apparently.”

“Then why did he come here?” Hoseok wonders out loud.

You are wondering that too. Why did he come here? After 5 years? Why is he back? What the hell happened?

“But what were the rumors?” you ask again, too curious for your own good.

“Well, it’s all pretty confidential.” Lucy sighs, “I’ve tried googling him and see what is being said but many articles are protecting his privacy. But…” Ah, why didn’t you think of that? You could have just googled him this entire time…if something major happened it would probably be everywhere. “Unfortunately no one found anything interesting. Just the director at that time saying he had to ‘let him go’ but no one knows why.” Lucy continues, “But…a girl who works in sound said she has a cousin that works in Broadway and apparently there were a million rumors going around about Jimin.”

“Get to them then.” You urge her to continue.

“It’s not the most reliable source…but apparently he was showing up to rehearsals late, showing up drunk or not even showing up at all. Heard he tried fighting one of the crew members and even cussed out the director.”

“That doesn’t sound like him…” You say quietly…but then your eyes widen. “I mean, I’ve only met him once but he just doesn’t seem like the type, right?” You laugh awkwardly.

“I don’t know…the way he was before he and I started talking…maybe I could believe it. He wasn’t the most approachable.” Lucy mutters, her eyes finding Hoseok again. He looks a little tired, a little disappointed.

“Yeah, really seems like a stand-up guy, Luce.”

Annoyed, you speak to your friend, “Well, you don’t know him Hoseok. He…” You don’t mean to snap, defending Jimin so easily but it bothers you that Hoseok is so disapproving.

“You literally don’t know him either, y/n.” He snaps back at you. “Just because you met the dude one time doesn’t make you best friends.”

“Okay!” Namjoon cuts in, “I think we’re all probably hungry and ready to order, right?”

“Yeah, I am feeling some waffles.” Naomi grabs her menu, “Jeremy are you going to get an omelet? Should we go halfsies?”

“You fucking know it.” He grabs his own menu, ignoring the way you and Hoseok glare at one another. “What are you guys getting?”

~~~~~~~~

It’s on Tuesday when Hoseok sends you a text giving a little apology for snapping at you on Sunday. You honestly haven’t thought too much about it or let it bother you because well, you know him. And you know why he was snappy. But it’s not like you were much better. In his eyes you really were defending a man you barely know…not someone you used to know so intimately.

y/n 8:42pm

It’s okay, hobi<3 you know I love you, even when you act like a protective boyfriend over a girl who isn’t your girlfriend<3

Hobi:)) 8:44pm

You know I love you too<3 even when you’re so fucking annoying<3

y/n 8:49pm

glad we love each other so much<3 but also, next time say that to my face<3

Hobi:)) 8:55pm

Come over for a sleep over and I will<3

You laugh, holding your phone in your hands. It has been a while since you and Hoseok had a week day sleepover. You both always feel like the baddest bitches when you walk into work the next day, slightly hungover and arms linked letting everyone wish they had a bestie like that.

y/n 9:01pm

depends…is there wine?

Hobi:)) 9:01pm

Ew, you think I would invite you over here for a night of being sober?

y/n 9:04pm

I continue to love you more than anyone<3

Hobi:)) 9:05pm

Please hurry, want to start drinking already

Hobi:)) 9:05pm

Fuck it, I’m not waiting for you. Just know the longer you take the more wine glasses I’ll have had more than you:/

y/n 9:22pm

on my way, what glass are you on? 6?

Hobi:)) 9:22pm

Wow, what the hell y/n. Do you think im an alcoholic

Hobi:)) 9:22pm

But uh, 5…not 6. See you soon, ily

As per usual, you let yourself into Hoseok’s house. Jeez, men. They never lock their doors…apparently they think their exempt to serial killers who might just want to check for an open invitation.

“I’m here!” You yell out, slipping your shoes off. “And I am fully expecting my glass of wine to already be poured!”

“Come drink with me!” You hear your dear friends voice bounce off the walls as you make your way into the home. He’s sitting at the island in his kitchen, half glass of wine empty while another full glass sits next to him.

“For me?” you act surprised, a hand over your mouth. “You shouldn’t have!”

“Oh okay.” Hoseok slides the glass closer to him while you laugh.

“Nope, it’s mine.” You carefully slide it back on the marble counter, “I can imagine you’re tipsy as hell.”

“Tipsy was 3 glasses ago. I am borderline drunk.” He grins cheerily.

“Living the life?” you ask as you start chugging back your wine, wanting to catch up to him.

“Living the fucking life.” He grins wider, giving you a thumbs up. His smile is sincere, you know he’s telling the truth.

“Well, as long as you’re happy then I guess I can find joy in this life too.” You tell him genuinely, but Hoseok only laughs at your words.

“You’re so cheesy when you want to be.” He tells you, “But I know how sweet you really are under all that…” he motions towards you, “Uh, whatever the hell you got going on.” He starts chuckling when you give him an unimpressed look.

“If I have to be cheesy with anyone I guess you can feel lucky.” You start laughing too, “You are my dear friend after all.”

“Your absolute BFF?” He asks you with a slight slur.

“My absolute BFF.” You assure him with the nudge of your shoulder. “So, as absolute BFF’s…can you finally just be honest with me?”

“About what?” He asks, hands reaching in front of him for the chip bowl. “Wait…is this about Lucy?” He’s groaning like he usually does when you bring this topic up.

“Oh please, I get into some questionable dating situations and you laugh at me! Lucy brings a guy around that doesn’t pass your vibe check and you literally throw a fit.”

“Lucy is…” He focuses on grabbing a few chips before stuffing his mouth. He takes his time chewing…making you feel impatient.

“Spit it out dude.”

“Lucy…” he finally swallows, “She is like, I don’t know, I feel like she…you’re different.” He decides to go a different direction.

“I’m different?”

“Yeah, you’re tough. You can handle yourself. I honestly have no doubt you could probably kick some dudes ass if he seriously crossed you.”

“Lucy isn’t some damsel in distress, Hobi.”

“I know that. She just thinks too highly of people because she always wants to see the best in them. Even when she’s getting used or fucked over, she doesn’t even notice!” Hoseok grumbles, clearly annoyed.

Then he continues, “I feel like she’s always trying to be someone’s hero and—”

“—and you want to be her hero?” You cut him off, “God, Hobi, really? She’s a grown woman and I get that you care but you got to let her live her life…let her make her mistakes, learn her own lessons and all that shit. We can’t always protect the people we care about.”

“It’s just frustrating.” He admits quietly, “You are like this total badass and I wish she would just learn something from you.” Hoseok laughs a bit humorlessly. “But if you think this Jimin guy isn’t so bad…then maybe he isn’t. Maybe I am just being too hard because I know what some of these people that she involves herself with are like.”

“He’s…” You reach forward for the wine bottle and pour yourself another—generous—glass. “He seems…I just can’t imagine him being a bad person.” You mumble.

“Yeah, but you don’t know him y/n.” Hoseok says, growing frustrated again. “None of us do.”

“He—”

“What if he breaks her heart?” Hoseok asks, his head dropping low.

You wish you could tell him that he won’t break Lucy’s heart. That he is truly an okay person, that he’s nice, he’s hilarious, he’s the sweetest, kindest, most hard working, humble and incredible person you’ve ever known in your life. But you can’t say that. He is completely capable of breaking a heart. You would know.

“Hobi…” You squeeze his shoulder, “Anyone can be a heartbreaker. Even you or me. That’s life…there are some things we can’t control.”

“Yo.” Hoseok lifts his head and narrows his drunken eyes at you. “When you did you get so fucking insightful?” then he’s breaking out into his signature grin.

“Shut up.” You laugh, “I’m serious. You can act like Lucy’s protector all you want…trying to say it’s because you care a normal amount about her wellbeing, sure, we all do, but Hobi…just admit you—”

“Yeah, fine, I’ll admit whatever it is you think you want me to admit, if you admit why you’re so …you know, the way you are.” He’s laughing as he speaks, “You will never get a boyfriend for real at this point. Which is fine, if you want to be independent forever, all the power to you, sister. But I just can’t imagine that’s what you want…you actively put yourself out there. You try again and again with these loser men…but it always goes nowhere. Because even is the guy isn’t a loser—you still cut it off.” He frowns now, “I don’t understand why you do that dude.”

“Um…” You decide this is a good time to take your glass of wine and chug the entire glass in one go.

“y/n…I want you to be happy. Seriously…I know we’ve only known each other for a few years…we didn’t grow up together, or attend the same college but you genuinely are my best friend.”

“Oh fuck, I am not drunk yet. Can you wait to say all of this for when I am drunk? So I can truly enjoy it to my full capability.” You giggle and this earns you a slap to your forearm.

“I’m serious!” He groans, but his big smile stays on his face. “Let me in. I just want to know what goes on in your crazy little head.”

“My crazy…? You dick.” You burst out into laughter, “Fine, I’ll give you a little y/n history lesson but let me drink maybe 20 more glasses.”

“You’d be dead by then.”

“That sounds good to me.”

“I know we tell you this all the time…but you really are so dramatic.” Hoseok laughs, pouring you another glass of wine.

~

You and Hoseok are on his couches, snuggled up in blankets, glass number—you have no idea—in your hands, just sipping now. He eyes you, waiting for you to spill the beans. Or you know, giving him the y/n history lesson, as you called it.

“Okay.” You take a sip of your wine, hoping it will lend you a little courage. “Remember last week when Namjoon mentioned that I, uh, had a boyfriend?”

“Hm? Yeah? A while ago, right? Before I met you?” Hoseok tilts his head.

“Yeah. Uh, that situation may have had some impact on me.” You chuckle, “It was a serious relationship.” Your admission makes Hoseok look at you with a frown.

“How serious?”

“Met first year of college, dated until the September after graduation.”

“Oh shit…that’s a long time.” Hoseok mumbles, his lips finding his wine glass as he chugs some back. “But I mean, time isn’t everything right? For example, I dated a girl for 2 years once but I had relationship that lasted 9 months that was more significant.”

You gulp, your fingers tightening around the wine glass. You really can’t get into too much detail…but you feel like out of everyone in the world, you can at least tell Hoseok.

“It was significant. We…” You pause, not realizing you are having to compose yourself. Even if it has been five years…you haven’t vented to anyone. And this is really the first time and it’s starting to hit you. “Shit…” You gulp again, your eyes stinging with tears that you wouldn’t have noticed if it didn’t burn a little.

“You okay?” Hoseok leans forward on the couch, concern etching itself on his face. “y/n?”

“Sorry, yeah.” You clear your throat and try again. “I just uh, believe it or not I haven’t really…um, talked about this with anyone.” You laugh now, realizing how ridiculous this is.

“Well,” Hoseok sighs out, “Somehow I do believe it.”

“Anyway. We uh, we were very serious about one another. He loved me so much, I was well aware of that fact. And I loved him too. Also, so much.” You chuckle now, “We planned on being together for the rest of our lives. Before graduation things were so perfect but I guess things were too good to be true. He was hiding something from me—”

“Holy shit, he got another girl pregnant!”

“What the fuck Hobi, no!” You’re really laughing now, “No, he uh, he had…applied for a job somewhere far away. He didn’t think he would get it but he did.”

“Oh? So he moved somewhere far?”

“Yeah.” You nod.

“Why didn’t you go with him? If you guys loved each other so much…”

Yeah, that is the golden question. But at the time…it just didn’t appeal to you, you knew you wouldn’t have been happy making that move. But…if you had then…he…

“I don’t know. I loved him though and wanted him to follow his dreams. So, we kept quiet about his big move and didn’t tell anyone we were going to break up. We lived like that for a few months. It was hard but…anyway, we decided that once September came and he was leaving that we also would cut off all contact. We thought it may make things easier.”

“You two…didn’t reach out at all in all this time?”

“No.” you sigh out, “And Namjoon wasn’t lying. Me and J…my boyfriend, we really were attached at the hip. I didn’t know who I was without him.” your humorless laugh makes Hoseok pinch his brows together. “Without him…I felt empty. Like, I didn’t know how to navigate this whole new adult world on my own. And I realized how dependent I was of him.”

At this, Hoseok opens his mouth to release a long ‘Ah’ as realization hits him. He quickly gets up and walks over to the couch you occupy, plopping down next to you and giving your knee a squeeze.

“I get it.” He nods his head, a look of pity on his face. “But y/n…it’s okay to depend on someone a little. I know you felt like you lost yourself…but…love is beautiful and having someone to lean on is a part of that beauty.”

“It’s fine. That’s your history lesson for the day!”

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, I just made out with Namjoon a few days ago—I am great.”

Hoseok laughs at this, his head nodding in approval. You nod your head along with his in sync and you both drunkenly giggle. You admit, it feels nice having shared that—even though that wasn’t the full story. You left out some crucial parts—parts that impacted you the most.

“Shit.” Hoseok stares at you with eyes full of terror.

“What?!”

“It’s almost 3 am…and we have a meeting at 8. And I don’t know about you, but tomorrow I am going to feel the consequences of drinking this much.”

“Fuck our lives.” You laugh. “But at least we’re in it together.”

“Always.”

~~~~~~~~~

It’s Friday. A day you somehow have been dreading as well as have been so intensely looking forward to. It has been years since you’ve been back here. The theatre. It’s no secret this building is old…but that’s a part of its charm—at least, that’s what everyone says to themselves—to be honest, this place could use some renovations.

“Lucy said for us to come early so she can meet us out here with the tickets.” Hoseok tells you, his eyes on his phone as he texts her. “This Jimin dude better be the sexiest guy I have ever seen. You know musicals are not my thing.”

“He’s…he’s good looking.” You mumble. “Anyway, when is everyone else getting here?”

“Naomi kind of been going through it lately. Obviously her and her beloved Jonathan are having problems again.”

“Let’s try to cheer her up tonight.” You say, Hoseok looks at you and grins, giving you a thumbs up, approving of your idea.

“Jeremy said he’s on the way…you know, you could just look at your phone at the group texts to know this information.” Hoseok deadpans.

“I know, but I like making you work for me.”

“I just want you to know, I genuinely want to like, pull your hair sometimes.”

“Ew, Hobi. Save your kinks for someone else.”

“I swear to g—”

“Hey guys!” Namjoon and Yoongi jog up to you both, their hands in their pockets. “We’re not late right?”

“We’re literally all early.” You say. “But hi.”

Namjoon walks closer to you, his lips landing on your temple. You can’t help the heat that settles on your cheeks, only getting warmer when you see Yoongi smirk at you.

“Hey y/n.” He smiles at you, “What a coincidence meeting you here.”

“I literally invited you?”

“Ah, details.” Yoongi waves you off with his hand, “Just glad to see you and Namjoon finally…well, doing whatever it is you guys are doing.”

“Weren’t we supposed to go on 19 more dates this past week?” You glance at Namjoon with a sly smile, “I thought you were up for anything if it was with me?”

Hoseok looks over at you guys with a disturbed expression, “Somehow that feels really suggestive and I'm disgusted.”

“Oh, Jeremy is walking up.” You point at the man coming near you all. “Hey—”

“Don’t talk to me, still mad at you.” Jeremy raises his nose in the air, giving you the hand.

“Oh come on,” You chuckle, “You’re still mad that I ate the cupcake you supposedly claimed? That was 2 days ago. Time to get over it.” You pat his shoulder but Jeremy shrugs you off.

“I yelled out ‘THIS CUPCAKE IS MINE, NO ONE TOUCH!’ and what did you do? Fucking ate it!”

“I didn’t hear you, I must have been in the bathroom or something.”

“You were literally right next to me.” Jeremy says, his voice gone totally unenthused.

“Oh my god, you children never stop fighting.” You hear the click clack of Naomi’s heels before you even register it’s her voice speaking now.

You turn to face her and frown, “Isn’t it actually you two who are always fighting though?” You gesture between her and Jeremy.

“Aren’t we all fighting with Jeremy actually?” Hoseok jumps in with a chuckle.

“Fair.” Jeremy shrugs.

“You guys are all so…” Namjoon begins, “How do you guys get any work done at work?”

“We don’t.” You all say in unison with straight faces.

“Figures.” Yoongi laughs at you guys, “Are we all here? Are we waiting for something?”

“Yeah, when Lucy has a moment she’s going to come out and bring the tickets for us.” You tell everyone. “Hobi, check the group and see if she’s said anything.”

“I’m done working for you.” Hoseok stands his ground, making you giggle.

“Fine, fine.” You say as you pull out your phone from your pocket. You click your phone on, the screen lighting up as you eye your notifications…your heart suddenly starts pounding as you notice a text from Jimin. You quickly lower your phone to make sure none of your friends are peaking over your shoulder and getting a glimpse at your screen. When the coast is clear you lift the phone closer to you and read his text.

Jimin 6:23pm

Are you here?

It’s around 6:40 now…you imagine he’s busy getting ready for tonight’s show that starts at 7:30 but you decide to text him back anyway, just a simple ‘yes’. You are about to stuff your phone back in your pocket when it buzzes twice.

Jimin 6:44pm

Okay:)

Jimin 6:44pm

I look forward to being a perfect stranger to you tonight, don’t mind me if I seem interested in getting to know though…I love meeting new people ;)

You hurry to stuff your phone in your pocket again—quite aggressively. If anyone saw you were texting Jimin and what his messages said…well, it wouldn’t look too great for you.

“So?” Hoseok asks, “Did she say anything?”

“Uh, yeah. She will be out in a sec.” You swallow down some jitters. “Let’s just play the waiting game.”

~~~~~~

You shouldn’t be this nervous. You shouldn’t be this thrilled. Yet here you are, feeling both ways to a noticeable intensity. Sitting here, it really brings you back. You used to come all the time, sitting in this exact spot probably at some point, doing some homework assignment for a class. You also used to come here to support Jimin for every single one of his shows. Not even missing one. But that’s okay, because you missed his shows in New York, but you aren’t going to pretend like he wasn’t being supported there.

The lights dim and you swallow hard, the anticipation of seeing Jimin on stage killing you. You remember what it felt like to watch him perform, god, you were truly his biggest fan…he truly made your heart move. He was that exceptional. But the best part was seeing how much he loved it, it just made you love him more and more. You say this because…he loved you with that same intensity, that same passion that he had on stage. And you knew it was real.

It’s about 45 minutes into the musical and you are at a loss for words. You can’t tear your eyes off Jimin. You aren’t even paying any mind to the other cast. Jimin is….well, to put it simply—he’s wearing tights. You imagined you would come here and admire him—respectfully—but you had no idea you would be sitting here lusting after a man who broke your heart because of some fucking tights. You had never even thought about Jimin like that the entire last week. Your mind mostly on the past…sure, you thought he was gorgeous when you first saw him but hello, you have eyes.

His vocals, his dance, his acting…it’s all superb, honestly. You can see how much he’s improved (even though he was already so talented—unforgivably so) but you can see how he’s seasoned, how he’s got Broadway experience on his shoulders. You can tell the show is nearing its conclusion, a few scenes left until everyone will be bowing on stage.

Jimin is standing near the edge of the stage, his eyes dancing across the faces in the audience. You know he can’t actually see anyone’s faces…not with how the stage lights are shining in his direction but somehow he finds you and your eyes meet. You don’t believe he can actually see that it’s you but you don’t miss the very obvious smirk that plays at his lips and you know for a fact he saw and beyond that…he broke character even for a second just to offer you that smile from hell.

Jimin would never break character, especially on stage for an audience…but he always did say you are the only one who could manage something like that from him.

“Wow, that was actually pretty solid.” Hoseok says, “Literally obsessed with whoever played Tinkerbell. But not obsessed with the amount of songs.”

“It’s a musical? What did you expect?” Jeremy asks, “The songs are like the selling point.”

“I am equally as obsessed with Tinkerbell as well. She was too fucking cute.” Naomi chirps, gathering her bag from the ground while you all stand and begin heading towards a door to the side.

“I bet you really related with her.” Jeremy nods, “Needing attention or you might die.”

“Oh fuck off.” Naomi shoves Jeremy’s shoulder with hers, a laugh leaving her lips.

“What did you guys think?” Hoseok asks the rest of you.

“It was really good…but…ah, never mind.” Namjoon bites his bottom lip, chewing the flesh as he stays in his head for a moment.

“I agree. I really liked it. Lucy’s friend or boyfriend—”

“Friend.” You say quickly. “Uh, they aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Oh really?” Yoongi nods, “Well, he was really good. They all were though.”

“Yeah. It was pretty amazing.” You say honestly, sighing out.

“Anyway, lead the way y/n. You said you used to come here back in college, so you know how to get backstage, right?” Hoseok gestures you towards the front so you can lead everyone.

“Yeah.” You mumble.

As soon as you make your way backstage with the help of some VIP looking tickets that Lucy gave to you guys, you all stumble in and wait around until someone you know recognizes you.

“My friends!!!” Lucy is pretty quick to spot you all, it wasn’t hard considering how out of place you all look. “How was it?! Did you like?! Jimin was amazing right?! And before you ask, yes, every costume you saw on stage was hand crafted with my blood, sweat and tears.”

“You know, someone should make a song called that…probably would be a hit.” Jeremy mumbles while Naomi agrees almost silently.

“Your costumes looked incredible, Luce.” Hoseok compliments her first, going in for a quick but tight hug.

“Yeah, you really outdid yourself.” Especially with choosing those fucking tights, you think. You lean in for a hug as well, as everyone greets each other.

“I think Jimin is changing but he should be coming out really soon!” Lucy grins, her excitement for this is completely evident. You glance around when your eyes land on Namjoon…he looks deep in thought. Like, he’s trying really hard to figure something out but having no luck.

“Careful, if you use your brain too much it might explode.” You bump into his side as you tease him. “You okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, I just…no, it’s nothing.” He smiles at you and you could probably melt at the sight.

“If you insist.” You return his smile with your own. “We—”

“Hey.” Suddenly, you are struck with a bolt of lightning as a new voice joins your friends. You know this voice all too well…it’s smoothness, it’s little rasp—you realize that is contradictory but it’s Jimin and he somehow manages to pull it off.

You turn to see him standing between Lucy and Hoseok and your eyes find his immediately…his eyes already on you. “Hi y/n, nice to see you again.” He smiles. That knowing fucking smile, the smile that the devil probably uses on someone to convince them to sell their soul. A smile that knows something that everyone else doesn’t.

“Hi Jimin.” And much to Jimin’s amusement, you smile at him with the same smile that he offered you. A smile that says you can enjoy the game as well.

“Wait…” You hear Namjoon croak out, you glance at him when you notice his paling face. His eyes going between you and Jimin over and over, his scrunched up brows relaxing as…well, as fucking realization is hitting him. And then realization is hitting you.

Namjoon, many years ago, has actually met Jimin. It was one of those times he was over at your place studying with you when Jimin barged in and made himself at home. Namjoon knew immediately he was the boyfriend that you were always with around campus.

This is about the time you begin to panic. You see Jimin narrowing his eyes at Namjoon when he’s also hit with the realization. Namjoon continues to stare between you and Jimin and then it hits him like a ton of bricks. He knew the name was familiar, sure, and he also knew he looked familiar on stage. It kept bothering him, why the hell did this Peter Pan look so fucking familiar? But now, without the stage make up and costume he sees it more clearly. But the real give away is seeing Jimin next to you. That’s when it really clicked. He points between you and Jimin.

“You’re—”

“Oh shit!” You yell out, grasping at your stomach, it’s pretty dramatic, you won’t sugarcoat it.

“y/n???” Lucy reaches for you, rubbing your back instantly. “Are you okay?”

All your friends start gathering around you as you stay hunched over, wincing in pain.

Jimin has to look away…he sees right through you and really, really wants to break and laugh.

“Yeah, yeah.” You try to stand straighter, “Stomach pain all of the sudden.” You lie, your eyes darting around everywhere nervously. “I think I just need some air. Yeah, air sounds good.” You whip your head in Namjoon’s direction. “Hey, mind going with me?” you ask him and poor boy looks so confused out of his mind. He’s still processing the latest revelation while also pooling with worry for you.

“Uh, yeah.” He clears his throat, his eyes still going between you and Jimin while his face twists into such hilariously confused expressions. You kind of want to laugh, but now isn’t really the time.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Naomi asks, clearly concerned. You nod your head repeatedly, trying your hardest to flee this situation.

You grab Namjoon’s hand and you give Jimin one last look before dragging Namjoon away, going through the door and reaching the auditorium.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.” You chant over and over, feeling like a fucking idiot. How the hell did this slip your mind?!

“y/n!” Namjoon pulls his hand away from you, stopping you both from walking. “y/n? Are you okay? Do you feel fine?”

“Huh? What? Oh yeah, no, I’m totally okay.” You say in a rush, you look behind you to make sure none of your friends followed.

“Okay great.” Namjoon says stiffly. “Now that that’s out of the way, what the hell is going on?”

“Um, what do you—”

“Jimin.” He says bluntly. “Lucy’s boyf—”

“Not her boyfriend.” Your eyes slide to the side.

“Whatever. You guys…that’s Jimin. Jimin Jimin. Same Jimin you dated for all of college and—”

“Okay, what if we kept our voices down?” You try to shush him. “Oh my god, it’s only been a week and this is already biting me in the ass.” You say, mostly to yourself.

“Why are you pretending you two don’t know each other?” Namjoon asks, his jaw tense as he stares at you, waiting for an answer.

“I can explain.” You groan.

“That’s great. I am literally looking for an explanation.”

“Okay, well.” You gulp, trying to come up with some coherent sentences. “Oh fuck this is a mess. It’s already a mess!” You throw your hands up. “Namjoon I am literally going to ask you to do something that is probably against all your morals.” You set your lips into a firm line, “No one can know me and Jimin know one another.”

“Wh…” Namjoon stares at you in disbelief, a puff of air leaving his mouth as he continues to stare at you. “And why the hell not?” He finally asks.

“Lucy…she was so excited for this…” You begin explaining, “I agreed to meet her new guy or whatever and imagine my fucking shock to see my ex-boyfriend walk in through the door.” You grit through your teeth as quietly as possible. “I panicked, Namjoon.” You admit to him. “We knew if she knew or anyone knew the truth this would probably become too messy. I don’t want Lucy to feel worried or…I don’t know.” You bite down on your lip, “Can you…ah, is this making any sense?”

“You both agreed to this?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You nod nervously.

“Okay, so you’re both insane.” He takes a mental note, “But…shit…yeah, I guess I could kind of understand your perspective. Doesn’t make this okay though…lying to everyone. You’re even lying to Hoseok?”

You hate the pang of guilt you’re hit with.

“Yeah.” You tell him, “I just…this was all so sudden and…”

“Fine.” Namjoon doesn’t believe this is right, of course he doesn’t. But he is an understanding person, maybe even to a fault. He does feel a bit of pity for you…despite your crazy plan he wonders how you actually feel about this…your ex-boyfriend suddenly showing up and you find out he’s hooking up with your friend. That can’t feel too good, he thinks.

“Fine?” You mumble, looking into his eyes. They soften as he stares at you.

“Yeah. I’ll go along.” He tells you, “for now.”

“For now?”

“y/n…you honestly think you can keep this up forever? As they always say, the truth always comes out. In some shape or form. And I hope you are prepared for that.”

“I’ll deal with that when…or if that time ever comes.” You feel like you’re growing smaller and smaller the more he gazes at you. “I know I’m asking a lot of you and I completely understand if you don’t want to…see me anymore.” You bow your head, “Like romantically.”

Namjoon sighs out, a small smile painting itself on his lips, “I still have 19 more dates to take you on.” He chuckles, “I think you’re a little insane for all of this, not going to lie, but I’m here for you. Even when this backfires, I’ll still be here.”

“Thank you.” You say, your eyes filling with gratitude. You know this probably does sound insane…you get it. But it still excites you and you wonder how fucked up you must be in the head.

“Should we go back? They’re probably really worried about you.”

“Yeah.”

~~~~~~~~

“Nice to meet you, man.” Namjoon puts his hand out for Jimin to shake, “Sorry, I couldn’t introduce myself earlier when everyone else exchanged greetings.” He laughs, still waiting for Jimin to take his hand.

Jimin eyes him over before he’s settling his gaze on you, you give him a quick nod, urging him to take Namjoon’s damn hand.

“Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you too.” Jimin finally shakes hands with Namjoon and you feel like you can finally breathe again.

“You really are okay?” Hoseok whispers towards you and you wave him off.

“You know how dramatic I am.”

“I—well, yeah. True.” He shrugs, deciding to move on now.

“Are my eyes deceiving me?” You freeze. “Is that y/n?” You turn around to see a face you haven’t seen in years. Mr. Smith. Holy hell, okay, just another thing to prove to Namjoon that he’s right, this is totally going to backfire.

“Mr. Smith!” You say excitedly and equally as awkwardly.

“Wow, how long has it been? 5 years? You really disappeared on me.” He chuckles, bringing you in for a tight embrace.

“You know the director y/n?” Lucy tilts her head.

“Of course, she does. God, this girl would never listen to me. Always here. I used to tell her, get a job with the crew or something, but she ignored me and sat here every day anyway.” Mr. Smith laughs loudly, but further confusing Lucy.

“5 years ago? Oh my god!” She jumps in excitement. “Jimin was here around that time too! What if you two met years ago and have no idea?!”

“Met?” Mr. Smith looks between you and Jimin.

“Yeah, how crazy would that be?” You laugh, your eyes trying to tell Mr. Smith a thousand things. Luckily, Mr. Smith is observant. Also, great a taking a hint. And he also minds his business pretty well.

“Ah, yeah.” Mr. Smith nods along, “But I don’t think I’ve ever seen them cross paths. Here at different times and what not.”

Mr. Smith can be the god father to your future children. You release a long breath and you glance over at Jimin, who hasn’t said anything. And of course, he’s watching everything unfold with that glint in his eye. Motherfucker is enjoying this. Of course he is…unlike you, he doesn’t have a lot to lose here. Yet, here you are playing this dangerous game with him.

“Well, I’ll leave you kids to it. Go out, celebrate. Go wild.” Mr. Smith takes his leave, eyeing you and Jimin one last time before walking away. Must be one of their pranks, he thinks.

“I think that old guy has a solid point.” Jeremy speaks up, “I say we go out and celebrate and you know, party hard.”

“I’m down for that.” Yoongi glances at everyone.

“Aren’t we always partying hard lately?” Naomi whines.

“Girl…some mimosas on a Sunday don’t really count.” You nudge her, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She’s quick to respond. But once again, you don’t believe her.

“So Diablos?” Hoseok suggests and you all groan.

“We only go on Thursday’s!” Lucy tells him, “I don’t even know if they have a deal on Friday nights?”

“They do.” Hoseok gives you all one of his best devious smiles, “Cheap ass liquor pitchers…any mixed drink for like super cheap in a fucking pitcher bro.”

You all think about it for a second before agreeing like the cheap bastards you are.

“Litty McTitties.” Jeremy gives Hoseok a fist bump.

“Hm,” you hear Jimin hum, “I think it’s only fair that someone buys my first drink.” He grins, “Lucy you were a part of the show too, so it’s not fair if it’s you. And I feel a little bad since I just met the rest of you tonight.” Then he’s locking eyes with you, his sly smile growing on his thick lips. “y/n, however, I have met twice now so I feel like she’s the fairest option.”

“Ah, I love it!” Lucy gushes, “It is only fair that the star of the show gets a free drink, he’s earned it.” Her goofy grin makes you smile.

“Sure.” You shrug, “Something tells me you’d be into a Long Island.”

“How did you know? Literally my favorite.” Jimin smiles, your eyes follow his hand that is wrapping around Lucy’s waist. “Should we go?”

Your eyes linger where his fingers meet her skin…her crop top riding up and exposing her but Jimin doesn’t seem to mind. It’s not going to bother you. It’s not.

“You really were amazing, Jimin.” Lucy gushes, but her voice is tamed and sincere.

“Well, I was able to look good on stage thanks to you.” He says to her and you feel like you are invading in on a private moment. Everyone else is talking amongst themselves but your eyes won’t tear away from them.

“Glad I could help.” Lucy giggles, leaning her face towards his and she closes the gap with a quick and simple kiss. But it felt like everything but quick and simple. It shouldn’t sting. You shouldn’t feel any way about it. Especially because this isn’t the first time you are seeing Jimin kiss someone who isn’t you. But unlike the last time, Jimin knows you’re watching.

[venusguks]

Unlike You

pairing : jeon jungkook x fem!reader

summary : As daydreamy and romantic as you are, you decided true love was going to have to wait for you tonight. That was because tonight, you were getting laid !! ...Your best friend doesn’t make it easy for you when he finds out why, though.

warnings : smut, dom!jk, sub!reader, unprotected seggs, fluff, bsf!jk, degredation, dumbification, possessive jk, jealous jk, fun sexy times, jk is whipped for mc, oral (fem receiving), body worshipping, jimin/reader but only for a sec

“A club?” Jungkook raised his brow.

He was incredulous and slightly displeased as he watched you pace around your room. It was rare after all, new to see you like this―in a black, satin dress with a slit high enough to make him upset. He didn’t need you catching anyone else’s attention, especially in a neon lit bar full of ravenous people.  “For the seventh time, yes, Kook,” You huff, jarring your mouth slightly to dab a dreamy red over your plush lips. 

You couldn’t recall the last time you felt so confident as you applied mascara and tickled a delicate pink over your cheeks. More than anyone, Jungkook couldn’t recall ever seeing you this way, this excited to be amidst a crowd of sweaty bodies. You honestly didn’t see why he was being so apprehensive, it wasn’t like you necessarily hated parties―you just always preferred the coziness of your home better. Huge social interactions were never your thing, and that was okay. Being an introvert wasn’t something to be ashamed of anyway, but staying in came with the everyday comforts of baggy sweatpants and sweaters.

So could anyone really blame you for your excitement? You just loved the way getting ready made you feel, missed it. You already knew you were beautiful with or without makeup, but damn did it make you feel confident.

“It’s just...” Jungkook furrowed his brows and ruffled his hair. “This isn’t like you, love. Did something happen? Are you okay? We can talk about it, if you want. Whatever it is, I’m here to listen you know.” 

You sighed exasperatedly at your best friend’s reflection through your vanity. His eyes were uncertain and full of concern as he watched your figure with crossed arms. “Koo, we’ve been over this so many times already. I’m nervous enough as it is, and you’re not helping at all. I want to do this, okay? It’s been awhile. Plus, I haven’t seen the others boys in so long.”

A part of you didn’t want to be annoyed at Jungkook for his incessant worrying, but it truly was hard not to sometimes. “You’re being such a fucking dick, you know that?! Can’t I just live my life without you being so fucking hysterical about it every time?! ” It was that winter a few months ago when you unleashed all your pent up frustration. Jungkook had always been overprotective, and you appreciated him for caring, but he just made it so hard for you to even breathe sometimes. It was the biggest argument you guys ever had when you started dating a boy a few years older. You ignored Jungkook’s calls and messages for weeks, but when you discovered that he cheated on you, Jungkook was the first to be by your side. You still remember the assurance and safety you felt in his arms; with his soft lips against your forehead, murmuring sweet consolations as you sobbed on his shoulder. After that day, Jungkook agreed to be less protective. 

“I just don’t get why it has to be a club. We could meet the hyungs anywhere else, baby.”

“Oh sure, maybe a strip club would do,” you said, chuckling when you see his shock. “I’m kidding, Koo.” Though that wouldn’t be such a bad idea...

Maybe you couldn’t blame him for being so appalled. You usually opted out whenever your friends went out to celebrate, which by the way, was rather often. Night after night, the few of them would call you, practically beg until they realized their efforts would end in vain. By the morning, notifications would spam your phone of their wild night; pictures and details that showcased hookups you didn’t need to know about. Now that you think about it, it was sort of ironic that you’d always grimace to the crude texts.

That was because tonight, you decided you were getting laid.

That’s right, to hell with sweet, wholesome love! If true love had to make you wait, true love would have to wait for you too! Your subscribing 48K readers have been expecting a new chapter of Spring’s Breath, an erotica series, which you’ve delayed for 2 whole months now. You didn’t exactly know when your writers block came, but by the fourth hour you stared at your blank screen, unable to come up with any other synonym for dick or thrust or moan; or how the overused dirty talk you wrote made you cringe―you realized the firecracker you had in writing erotica died out.

It was your dear friend, Hoseok, who suggested the whole ordeal. He was the only one who knew your secret, anyway. You had so much trust in him, so when he professed that maybe if you slept with someone, your spark would come back, you had truly considered it. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, no cons would come out of it. It was just odd to think about.

You have always been such a huge romantic, your literature proved it. Jungkook nor you nor anyone would anticipate you hooking up with someone just to hook up with someone. The tenderness, the connection, the intimacy... you’ve always prioritized genuine adoration over whimsical one night stands. You were an honest daydreamer, and maybe that’s why your works would always take off.

But maybe... maybe it was okay to let go once in awhile.

When you mentioned Jungkook being less overprotective, you forgot to put an emphasis on less―because there he was, his hand possessively squeezing your inner thigh every time you even dared to look at a cute boy. You let out a frustrated sigh when he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

You tried not to mind it. It was just in his nature anyway―ever since kindergarten when he found you crying over your dropped ice cream. Jungkook left only to come back with another cone, rubbing your fat tears away with the palm of his sleeve. In elementary school, he peppered you with tiny kisses when you sobbed over the death of your kitten. You’ve only had him for a month, dedicated all your time to him and skipped play dates to care for your little serendipity―but just like that―he was lifeless. It was Jungkook who found him on the road. In middle school, he’d go through the enveloped confessions in your locker and rip them apart, saying you deserved better than any of them. You’ve always looked up to him througha lens of admiration. Everything he did for you, he did it out of thought and care. It was sweet.

It was times like these where you really started to mind though. 

You’ve been giggling with your friends for the past hour, catching up on every minuscule detail. You were sitting in a booth wedged in the middle of Jungkook and Hoseok, brimming with happiness to see Namjoon and Yoongi again. Its been so long, and your heart would swell to the stories you’ve missed out on.

The night was carrying on delightfully! ...except for the fact that Jungkook sent death glares to whoever even glanced at you. The countless of times you shyly returned someone’s gaze, only for them to rush away when they caught sight of your best friend left you agitated. When the boys were engaged in a conversation about a class they all shared together, you decided it was a good time to bring it up. 

Gulping a shot down, you let out a huff. “Kookie...”

“Yes, baby?” He whispered into your ear, his large hand grazing the access of your slitted dress.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what, love?” You sharply inhaled as Jungkook rubbed sensitive circles on your skin.

Immediately standing up, you squeezed yourself out of the booth. “I’m gonna go dance!” You yell through the loud music, avoiding Jungkook’s eyes, because seriously, the nerve of that man! The rest of your friends cheered, “We love to see you like this, y/n! Enjoy yourself, cutie!” Hoseok laughed when you blew a kiss to him. He made you feel so much more at ease, so much more confident. Okay, you got this! No use in sitting around. You couldn’t get anywhere tonight with Jungkook by your side, anyway.

Fluffing out your hair after you downed another shot, you strut your way into the dance floor. Your hips swayed in a rather alluring manner as you made your way into the crowd, your fingertips tracing seductive lines from your hips up to your waist, your neck and finally, into the air. The alcohol slowly took its effect as your confidence settled in, rolling your head back and moving your body fluidly to the loud music. 

Truth be told, you didn’t know what you were doing, just knew you must’ve looked good as hell doing it as you felt hands grip your waist. You gasped as a body pressed against your back, sticky with sweat.

“You’re so captivating, princess,” His dulcet voice was enough to make you weak...or was it the alcohol? Whatever the case, get your grip together y/n! It was just four words for star’s sake! 

“I, um, th-thank you...um! You too..” Your confidence from only moments ago dissolved with your voice. “So shy now, princess? How come? You were dancing so sexily just moments ago.” He chuckled lowly against your ear, nibbling it. You whimpered to his brazen touch, his hands guiding your hips with his. “Are you shy for me? Is that it? What a cute little princess you are... so beautiful, fuck.”

Annnnnnnnd you truly were fucked. You professed only hours ago that true love could wait, that you’d be a different woman tonight, yet you couldn’t help but feel bashful to the man’s praise. His voice and his nectar sweet words enough to make you feel wobbly.

“I’m Jimin. Can I know my princess’s name?” He pressed his hardened member against your ass, the silk thin fabric barely doing its job of coverage. “Ah Jimin,” you moaned breathlessly as he kissed your neck. “I...I’m-”

“―Mine,” a low, husky voice finished. Jungkook stood behind you, jaw clenched and arms crossed. The veins on his biceps protruded under the incandescent lights; His white shirt and tight, black jeans doing wonders to complement his physique. 

“Are you deaf? I said she’s mine so why the fuck are your hands still on her?” Jungkook had always been intimidating, even when he didn’t try―so in the rare times he did, even he scared you sometimes.

Much to your disappointment, Jimin immediately lets go, hands in the air, “sorry man, I didn’t know.”

“W-what? Wait, he isn’t my...!” Before you could try to reach for the pink haired man, Jungkook firmly takes your hand. “Y/n, we’re leaving.” You didn’t even have a second to feel shocked before he swiftly guides you through the ocean of bodies. Loud music reverberated with your disappointment, and by the time the night’s cold air stings your cheeks, you've processed what just happened―what you just missed. It’s when Jungkook latches your seatbelt on and drives that you feel anger simmer in your chest.

“Why did you...Why the fuck did you do that, Jungkook?” You were exasperated with your emotions. You just didn’t get it. You were finally having the time of your life, finally stepping out of your comfort zone, finally dancing with a guy who made you feel amazing―just to end up on a drive back home before anything could happen. “Seriously, what the hell is your problem? That was my..! He was..!” You groaned, too frustrated to conjure up words.

Jungkook scoffed, “what, y/n? He was what? Your soulmate or something?”

“I didn’t say that! And even if I think so, why does it matter?! I was having fun! I was having so much fun and you just..! (hiccup) I was having so much fun....” You cried into your hands. “I haven’t felt that way in so long, j-just for you to mess everything up. God, I can’t even muster up words right now. I hate you so much.”

“Love...” Jungkook finally sighed, shutting the engine off. You had cried the whole ride home. The anger he once felt diminished with your tears. “Baby, please look at me.” 

“F-fuck (hiccup) off, Jungkook.” You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and opened the car door. Knowing him as long as you did, you knew he would take your chin to force you to look up at him―but you had enough of him for the night, and honestly, the whole week.

You were just so fucking frustrated at everything. At Jungkook for unnecessarily budging in, at your writers block, at your own sexual frustration left with Jimin. What did you have to offer your readers now? A heartbreak of a possible relationship that never happened with a shitty friend on the side?

You tuned out Jungkook shouting from behind you, striding to you complex and up the stairs.

It wasn’t long after you slammed the door shut that you heard it click open again. You had forgotten Jungkook had an extra spare of your keys. “Just leave me alone, Kook.” You groaned, storming off into your room.

You kicked your heels off and stomped to your bed, taking out your frustration on your pillow where your sobs were muffled. The bed dips down when Jungkook sits beside you, silent as he caressed your hair in the way he always did to soothe your nerves.

Deciding it wasn’t enough this time, he carefully lifts you up to sit on his lap, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you into his chest. Jungkook knew you long enough to know hugs were the best remedy for you, even at your angriest moments. He knew you wouldn’t push him away.

“You jerk...” You buried your face into the crook of his neck, sniffling. “I don’t get you, Kookie. Why do you always do this?”

“I...I just wanted to protect you, baby. People have bad intentions, I didn’t want to see you end up doing something you’d regret,” His voice was gentle, brushing hair strands away from your face.

“Stars, Kook, I knew what I was doing. Whether I’d end up regretting it or not, that’s for me to sort out. I didn’t need you to ‘protect’ me. I was really enjoying myself, something I haven’t done in a long time. A-and you just..! You ruined it for me.”

Jungkook scoffed, “so you liked it then, how he was touching you? You were just going to let him fuck you?”

“Yes, Kook!” You yelled. “He could’ve fucked me in the public bathroom or in his car―in front everyone for all I care! He was hot and we were in the moment and you just interrupted! I know you care for me and I’ll always appreciate you worrying but there’s a fine line where your protectiveness should be. I’m not a kid anymore, Kook.”

Jungkook was gritting his teeth, and the two of you only glared at each other before he let out a sigh. Despite him wanting to be mad, he didn’t like making you upset. If you were going to cry because of him, he wanted it to be for an entirely different reason. 

He gently cupped your cheeks, holding your gaze with tender, sad eyes. “You know I’d do anything for you, yes? That I’ve always done anything and everything I could to help you?”

You furrowed your brows, unsure of how that related to anything, but nonetheless, you nod. “Yes, I know Kook.”

“Then why didn’t you just ask me to sleep with you, hm? If you needed help so bad, why didn’t you just ask me, baby?” You stared, dumbfounded and mouth ajar as his thumbs brushed the remnants of your tears away.

“W-What are you...?”

“Was so concerned for my baby. Hoseok got drunk and told me everything I needed to know. Did you know how hurt I was? How Hoseok knew something about you that I didn’t? Especially that you were a writer, love. I thought I was your number one, how could you keep that from me?”

“O-Of course you are, Koo! You’ll always be my number one. I just...didn’t want to tell you because it was embarrassing,” you mumbled, glancing away. Damn it Jung Hoseok! After all these years, this is when he accidentally slips it out? “Nuh uh, baby, I’m not having any of that. Look at me.”

Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours, an act you were certainly no stranger to, but nevertheless making your cheeks warm. “Not only that, you wanted to go clubbing tonight just to find a stranger to help you, is that right, baby? Wore this tiny dress just so someone could fuck you? Wanted Jimin to fuck you? Wanted to write about him fucking you in the bathroom stall?” Jungkook was speaking softly, though his words were anything but as his hands left your cheeks to trace sensuous lines up your thigh.

Your hands weakly held onto his shoulders, gasping when you felt his bulge press against your sensitive core.

“What was that you said....In his car? Wanted him to fuck you in front of everybody? Wanted to be a dirty slut just for your readers?” You didn’t know how exactly this moment came to be, but his honeyed voice brought you to a daze as you grind your hips against him. You were desperate to feel more—of anything, of him—only to let out a whine when he forcefully holds you down, burying your clothed center into his bulge. 

“I don’t think so, baby. I don’t think you deserve it,” Jungkook’s hot breath tickled your ear. You whimpered as he bit it, hands squeezing your hips. “You used to be so good for me baby, used to come to me for anything. Used to be a good little girl and depend on me. I would’ve helped you, baby. Instead, you became a dirty little slut, let another man touch you. Is that what you are now? A fucking slut?”

“N-no Kookie,” a new bundle of tears welled in your eyes at his harsh words. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sh-should’ve, ah, went to you,” you felt your body succumb to his touch. His nose brushed your jaw, placing warm kisses all over your neck before he glided his tongue down to your collarbone. “Please forgive me, I-I’ll be a good girl for you now, p-promise.”

“Yeah? Wanna be a good girl for daddy?” Jungkook licks the base of your collarbone before sucking it. “Yes..ah, yes daddy. Gonna be so good for you.” 

“And yet you weren’t,” you cried as you felt teeth sink into your skin. “J-Jung― ah, Kookie stop! Please i-it hurts!”

“You deserve this, fucking slut. You know how much you hurt me tonight? You’re secretly just a desperate whore, aren’t you? Missed your tiny cunt getting fucked so much that you’d let a stranger do it for you, hm? Answer me, slut.”

You felt tears drip down your eyes, embarrassment washing over your face. “What? You’re not going to speak now?” You shook your head in desperation. You couldn’t. How could you? It was too shameful.

You yelped when Jungkook picked you up by your waist and turned you over so your face was smushed into a pillow. “Ass up, now. Don’t make me repeat myself.” He snarled, and you immediately obliged. Jungkook was on his knees, eyes lidded to your position as he rubbed slow circles on your bare ass. “My slut is voiceless now, hm? Begged to be daddy’s good girl but can’t even answer when I talk to you. Why are you being so disobedient tonight, baby?” It happened so fast you could barely gasp as your body lurched forward to the slap. It repulsed through your skin as your right cheek stung with a faint red.

“J-J-Jungkook, ah!” You cried as another slap came, face burying further into your pillow. “I’ll be obedient from now on! s-so please! I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry, daddy!”

Jungkook’s lips pulled to a smirk, grabbing a bundle of your hair before pulling you towards him. You whimpered and he bent down so he could see your face, tisking. “Oh, my poor baby. Did that hurt? Want to be a good little girl for daddy now?” You nodded ferociously, “p-please yes daddy! I-I’ll be so good for you. Please let me be good for you!” 

Jungkook’s dick felt constrained in his tight pants. He licked his lips to your messy, desperate state. Your eyes were red and puffy, lips just the same as heavy tears streamed down your eyes. Fuck, what Jungkook would give to fuck you senseless right then and there. But no, he needed to wait, needed to be patient. You deserved this.

“Make up your fucking mind, slut. If you want to be a good girl, then take your punishment like a good girl,” Jungkook pushed your face back into the pillow before slapping your ass once more. 

You didn’t know how long it went on, only knew the room was filled with your sobbing and the alarming sound of the contact that met your bruised skin. It hurt, it hurt so much. Your thighs were trembling and both your cheeks were a lovely shade of red and purple. But no matter how much you screamed your endless arrays of i’m sorry’s, Jungkook didn’t fail to notice how your juices soaked your underwear and spilled down your thighs

“Already making such a mess baby,” He groaned to the sight, palming himself to his creation. 

“P-please....hurts so bad...please let me l-lay down daddy, can’t hold myself much longer, please,” Jungkook adored the way you sounded for him, the way he corrupted you. You were perfect there, so perfectly powerless under him. 

“Mm, keep begging baby and maybe I’ll let you,” he unbuckled his pants and discarded them, his cock throbbing to your feeble pleads. “Please, please, p-please, please daddy... please. Hurts so bad, I-I can’t... please i-i’m a good girl. I’m a good girl for daddy. I’ll do anything please.”

“Did you learn your lesson, then?”

“Yes, I-I did, daddy!”

“You’ll be a good girl and obey daddy from now on?”

“Mhm!” You nodded vigorously, and Jungkook chuckled to your desperation. He peeled your soaked thong down, lifting your limp legs momentarily to pull it off until he set you back. You were so tired you felt your thighs give up on you right then, but before you could submit to your exhaustion, Jungkook lifted your ass up higher, arching your back deeper with one hand.

“Mm I don’t think so baby. Obey daddy and keep your ass up like a good little girl.” A gasp left your quivering lips when you felt Jungkook’s breath on your throbbing core.

“You smell so sweet baby, so fucking wet for me,” Jungkook hikes your dress up and glides his tongue up your inner thigh, wiping your dripping juices clean. “Kookie, mm, please,” he trails delicate kisses over your skin, nibbling it. “Yes, baby?” 

“P-please...please Kookie..!”

“Use your words, baby. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.” Jungkook smiles against your thigh as he hears your soft sniffles muffled by the pillow. His poor baby, always so shy. It was true he loved to tease you, tempt you, and loved making you cry for him—but more than anything, he wanted to take care of you. “Please touch me, Koo, please.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” A sharp shiver crawls across your skin when your pleads are obliged, moaning as Jungkook stuffs his face into your cunt. He kisses your clit softly. One, two, three times before sucking it with his plush lips. His hands were the only thing keeping you up now because you practically melted to the touch. The way his tongue rolled over your sensitive bud already having you see stars. “Ah...feels so good, Kookie.”

“Yeah? Would it feel even better if I do this?” He easily slides his middle finger into your slippery hole, slowly pumping in and out. “O-oh...oh my god, more please.”

“Anything for you baby, but first,” a whimper escapes your lips when you feel him leave you, that is until Jungkook swiftly but gently flips you over so you’re finally laying on your back.

Jungkook’s breath hitches to the sight of you below him, frozen for a moment to the aching pull of his heart.

“You’re so pretty baby, so pretty,” Jungkook’s voice was sweet and smooth as he helped you undress. Fuck, did you know how much you pained him? How much he held back for you, all these years, in this moment? It was so hard not to take you right then, to kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, to touch every single part of you with his lips.

Jungkook has fantasized about you ever since he could remember, but you truly went beyond his imagination. You were so fucking beautiful. 

“...so pretty here,” he kisses your cheeks and your jaw, down to your neck. “And here,” he kisses the valley between your breasts, his hands trailing down your curves. “And here,” your stomach...and finally, taking your clit back into his mouth.

“The prettiest cunt baby, dripping so much for daddy,” he murmurs. His tongue rolls around your clit, pumping two fingers in and out of your slick pussy. It was all too much, the sensations overwhelming your senses as ungodly moans escape your mouth. You felt fuzzy and almost light headed, reaching down to hold Jungkook’s curls.

Your back arches and tears stream down your eyes from the intense pleasure exhausting you, his fingers curling into your sweet spot mercilessly. “Do you like this baby?”

“Love it so much, Jungkook,” You moaned breathlessly, looking down at him through your tears and ... wow. 

Jungkook’s brows were creased as he focused on his tongue devouring your wet cunt, plunging his two fingers steadily in and out of you. His bangs were sticking to his forehead, glossed with sweat while your hands curled around the rest. 

You were taken aback with your emotions. Was it strange, how timid you felt then? Doing this with him was supposed to be sinful, yet for some reason, it felt anything but at that moment.

It was the fact that Jungkook looked so intent, so concentrated in making you feel good. How Jungkook showed his care for you, how he always did, how he was doing right now, cherishing you with his best effort. He wanted to give you the best experience he could, wanted nothing more than to make you feel good.

It was unbearable how much your heart swelled for him.

A knot tied in your stomach, and as if noticing your stare, his eyes flutter open to look at you.“Hm, does baby wanna cum now? You can do it love, cum for daddy.”

With that, you came undone in Jungkook’s mouth. Your cries filled the room, and Jungkook opened your hole wider with his fingers, devouring your cream. The sound of slurping made your cheeks heat with an impure red. “That’s my girl, so good for daddy. So sweet for me baby, so beautiful.”

When you went limp in his arms, he gives your lips one last sweet kiss before standing on his knees. Jungkook smiles at the sight of you, already so fucked out even when he was no where near finished with you. 

He crawled forward, his forehead resting over yours once again. “Did that feel good, sweetie?” You nod shyly, your chests heaving up and down together. With rosy cheeks, you weakly bring your hands up to trace his jaw. “Jungkook?”

“Yes baby?” You melted to his dulcet voice, keeping his loving gaze. It held so much affection, so much adoration for you, you wondered why you never realized it.

“Kiss me, please.”

Jungkook smiles warmly. Without hesitation, he takes your lush, sweet lips in his. It was gentle, a kind of kiss that was so tender it made you warm with reassurance. You were kissing Jungkook—your silly, annoying, bratty, and all the while, lovable best friend of 20 years. It was strange and odd but more than anything, it felt so, unmistakably right.

You took Jungkook by surprise when you deepened the kiss, your hand squeezing his hair. He chuckled softly, pulling himself back momentarily to look into your eyes. “I love you,” he whispers.

Your cheeks heat up, but you fight your timidness as you smile back, “I love you too, Kookie.” 

With that, Jungkook delves back into your lips. A kiss that wasn’t so delicate this time. Rather, untamed and furious, as if Jungkook wanted to show you how much, how long he’s wanted this all this time.

You moaned into him as his hands groped your breasts, fingers twirling your perky nipples. “Jungkookie,” you hold your breath, feeling his clothed cock press against your core. “Fuck me please. Please, I need you so bad.”

“Yeah?” He lowers himself to take a nipple into his mouth. “Tell me how much you want it baby.” He flicked, swirled, and sucked it with his tongue, alternating with the other.

“W-Want it so bad daddy. Please, n-need you to fuck my wet pussy mm, daddy please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he grins and sits up, pulling his shirt over his head, discarding his boxers and...

Oh.

Your breath hitched, blinking at Jungkook’s huge, painfully hardened cock. His tip was pink with sticky, white precum dribbling down his long member. It slightly pretruded up and its veins throbbed as if it’s been aching. And truly, he was. He’s been aching to feel your walls wrap around him for so long. You have no idea how hard he’s been trying to hold himself back for you. How painful it was to—and now, seeing you there, perfect and pretty, so shy and red just for him, Jungkook wasn’t sure he could anymore.

Jungkook needed you. He needed you getting stuffed full of his cock right now.

“I-Its so big...” You gulp as he centers himself in between your legs. “I know baby, so big and ready for your tiny cunt. Can you be a big girl and take it for me baby, hm? Let daddy fuck you until he’s satisfied? Let him use you like the little cock slut you are?”

“Y-yes daddy,” you whimper as he rubs his slick tip against your soaked, smooth cunt, sliding it back and forth. “I’m yours so please, p-please just use me daddy!”

“So good for me baby, such an obedient little slut for daddy, fuck,” Jungkook groans, slipping his tip into your lush walls. You cry as he stretches you all the way out, leaving no room for you to breathe with his tip poking your tummy. Your mind felt dizzy, mouth ajar with drool slipping out even when he hadn’t even moved yet. 

“Shiiit you should see yourself baby. Such a fucking whore for daddy’s cock. Can I move, baby? Or can this tiny little pussy not take my big cock?”

“I-I..mm, please, I can take it! Please fuck me daddy!”

“That’s my girl.” Jungkook starts off painfully slow but just as painfully hard, pushing your knees to your chest. He completely draws himself back so he can see his glistening, twitching tip before driving himself back into your core. “Shit baby, your pussy’s so, fuck, tight.” Jungkook moaned to how your breast bounced up and down every time he shoved himself in.

You were sobbing by the time he quickened his pace, the intense sensation having you light headed. Jungkook loved the way you looked under him, eyes rolled back with buried balls deep inside of you. “You like this baby? Love my cock filling you? Answer me.”

“L-love mm love so m—ah, Kookie..! f-feels so....g-good daddy.”

“Look at you, baby. Can’t even talk with daddy’s cock stuffing you. Such a dumb slut for daddy, so fucking hot baby.” Jungkook moans, juices spurting everywhere and dampening the sheets with every thrust.

“I-I’m not d-dumb..!” You whimpered, fat tears streaming down your eyes. Jungkook smirks, licking his lips.

“Aww, of course you are baby. Just a dumb little cock slut for daddy. Can only think of daddy’s cock, can you?”

You can’t bring yourself to answer, your mind too scrambled with each and every thrust. Jungkook was going so fast, so hard, you felt so full.

“That’s what I thought baby. My sweet girl, fucked dumb for daddy. You only need daddy’s cock, nothing else.” Jungkook positioned your legs over his shoulders, clenching on to them to drill deeper into your tummy.

“Oh, o-oh my god, ah d-daddy...! ‘m your slut...love your dick so m-much...love being stuffed with cock.” Jungkook groaned to your sinful moans, feeling his stomach tighten.

“Just want daddy to cum inside you, don’t you? Want daddy to fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum, baby?”

“Y-yes, please daddy! Want daddy’s cum so bad! Please give me cum..!” Jungkook shoves his thumb inside of you plush lips, and god, he’s so proud of his work, so proud of you. You were taking his thumb like a good girl, sucking it as if it were his cock.

Jungkook felt his dick throb inside of you, aching for release. He pulls his thumb out with a pop of your wet lips, coated with saliva, and rubs figures over your clit. You scream, gripping onto the sheets. it was so much, too much for you to handle. Your back arches as he abuses your clit and sloppily fucks your hole.

“J-Jung–Jungkook, ah, please! Kookie! I-I’m..!”

“Its okay, baby, its okay. Gonna cum with daddy, hm? You can do it baby, sweet girl, cum for me,” Jungkook cooes, attempting to soothe your nerves, but his words are breathless and ragged. He thrusts in and out one, two, three, four more times until he burries himself deep inside you, spurts of thick cum filling your womb.

Jungkook groans as your pussy clenches around him, and you’re a sobbing, moaning, wet mess as you milk him. “Fuck, my sweet girl. Taking my cum like a big girl baby. So good for daddy, so fucking good for me.” With his praise, you feel yourself release soon after. Jungkook continues to thrust in and out of you, helping you ride out your high.

When he feels you falter in his arms, he pulls out and lays on top of you. Both of you stay like that for awhile, exhausted and in a daze.

With your moist bodies tangled with one another’s, you shut your eyes. You can hear Jungkook’s heartbeat hammer against yours, you short-winded breaths, and the soft whirring sound of the air conditioner.

Moonlight filtered in through your windows, casting a luminescent glow on Jungkook’s skin when he pushes his upper body up, his shoulders resting on either side of you.

Jungkook had spent the whole night cherishing you, telling you how pretty you were, and yet there he was—so ethereal under midnight’s grace. How could he be real?

You bring your hand to caress his cheeks. You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

In that moment, so intimate and sacred, His doe, gentle eyes that you could get lost in—that hold all the lost stars of the night sky, tell you all you need to know.

You yawn, stretching your arms high up. “Here’s your order maam,” two porcelain cups of matcha are placed in front of you, steam following it’s every movement. You mumble a thank you, smiling before your eyes drift to the man at the other side of the cross walk.

He’s wearing all black as per usual, revealing the beautiful tattoos that adorned his tan skin. His hair was tousled and he looked sleepy—after all, he’d just gotten out of class—but as soon as the crosswalk lights up with green, you chuckle when he sprints across and into the shop.

The bell that hung by the door didn’t even finish ringing before he runs to you, sweeping you off your chair and into his arms. “Kookie, let me down!” You giggle, but nonetheless wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” he nuzzles his nose into yours. “You finally published it right? The twenty second chapter?”

a / n : ahhhhh its exactly 3:01am and i have class in the morning which is why the middle ending is super rushed sorry ! i truly wonder why i do this to myself.

this is my first smut fanfiction so i’m not sure how i did , but if anyone ever reads this , i hope you enjoyed ! i dont think im cut out to write smut, i truly did have headaches thinking of synonyms for thrust and dirty talk . i really admire smut writers ,, writing smut is not as easy as it seems !!

anyways , sending love abundance and happiness your ways. you deserve love, you’re worthy of love, and you are love.

stay safe and healthy starlights <3

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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 20

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

The boys are trying their hardest to find you. And you are trying your hardest to find out more, to find out why you are so important. 

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter warning(s): Kidnapping, hint of violence. 

“W-What do you mean gone?” Namjoon was the first to break the silence.

“She was talking to some of our employees. Then she went to the washroom but never returned. They found this placed behind the stack of hand towels.” Jin opened his palm and all the boys saw your wing charm. The one that was supposed to be on your bracelet.

“So, she was taken?” Jimin asked in disbelief. His words made all their stomachs sink, this was their worst nightmare. This was supposed to be the perfect night for all of you.

“It’s obvious she was taken. She left this there for a reason.” Hoseok pointed to the black wing charm.

“There are hundreds of people here. Someone must have seen her. Namjoon, can’t you get access to the cameras? This is your building.” Yoongi asked.

“Let’s go.” Namjoon nodded and led everyone back in.

“I need access to all the security cameras. Now.” Namjoon commanded. The manager nodded, hurriedly bringing the 7 bosses to the security room. Taehyung sat down, typing away.

“Look out for her.” Jin said.

“There!” Jungkook pointed. You were being escorted out by a group of people, walking calmly to not attract any attention. But it was obvious that someone was pointing a weapon at your back to push you forward. For a split second, you turned to the exact camera the boys were watching, meeting eyes with the lens. The boys held their breaths as they watched.

“No...” They watched you get into a car and the car drive away into the night.

“Call a meeting. Now.” Yoongi growled, slamming his palm onto the desk. The boys were quick to move, exiting the small room.

“We’ll get you back.” Taehyung whispered, placing his palm against your face on the screen. Pursing his lips in determination, he ran out of the room to assist his brothers.

“We’re going now. Run the license plate number and put out a notice to our allies.” Namjoon ordered. Their car pulled up and they jumped in.

“Every enemy of ours is a potential suspect.” Jin said.

“We have thousands of people who want to kill us! It might be too late by the time we go through everyone. There has to be a better, more efficient way!” Jimin said impatiently.

“Give doc more credit. She is smart enough to survive a lot longer than we think. Besides, they won’t be so dumb to kill her off quickly. They’ll definitely come into contact with us to give us demands or make us do something for her to safely return.” Yoongi stated, crossing his arms.

“Young masters.” The maid opened the door for them.

“No more visitors. The house is on lockdown until further notice.” Hoseok ordered and the maid nodded, running off to inform the other workers of the house. The boys went to the other wing.

“As expected, the plate is of an old vehicle. It was meant to be scrapped last week.” Jungkook said.

“Get in contact with all your underground informants. Someone must slip somewhere. See if anyone has heard anything.” Namjoon sighed.

“I’ll go meet mine first.” Jungkook grabbed his coat, leaving the house once again. The boys tried to busy themselves but there wasn’t much they could do with no clues. 

“We can hardly see their faces.” Hoseok pointed at the screen, rewatching the footage from different angles. 

“We shouldn’t operate here. Let’s use ‘Magic Shop’.” Jin said. Magic Shop was a shared business between the 7 boys. Like the name, it had everything they needed. Information usually passes through there.

On your side...

When you woke up, you were in an unfamiliar place. You looked around to scan the area, it was a small concrete room with an old bed in the corner, a small barred window to the right and two doors, you guessed one led to a bathroom. Your hands were tied in front of you, ankle chained to the wall, and there was a dull ache at the back of your head. You remembered what happened. 

You were finishing up in the toilet when you heard the door open and footsteps enter the washroom. From the heavy stomp of footsteps and heavier breathing, you knew whoever entered was male and not female.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Come out. We know you’re in there.” A gruff voice sounded. You remained silent but you knew that this can only go on for so long. As quiet as possible, you tried to get your phone out of your clutch to reach the boys but there was unfortunately, no signal.

“We’ll break the door down.” They threatened.

“Okay, okay. I’m coming out.” You sighed, hand resting on the doorknob. When you stepped out, you looked up to see two men that you’ve never seen before.

“Let me at least wash my hands first.” You raised an eyebrow. They looked at each other before nodding. You washed your hands with soap, not even meeting eyes with them.

“Are you done?” One growled in annoyance.

“Yeah.” You picked up a hand towel to wipe your hands then tossed the used towel into the bin.

“You’re gonna walk calmly, out of the building. If you dare do anything else, it’ll be the end for you.” You felt cold metal press against your lower back. You nodded as one opened the washroom door for you.

“Go.” They pushed you forward. As you left the washroom, you side eyed the gleam of a gem under the light. You only hoped that the boys would see it. No one suspected anything as you walked out of the building with two men behind you, one standing suspiciously closer than the other. A car pulled up to the steps of the building.

“Get in.” They opened the door. Turning around, you caught sight of a security camera, staring at it for a few seconds before the men impatiently pushed you into the car, slamming the door shut.

As the car drove, you tried to remember where you were headed or at least, some landmarks.

“You guys didn’t blindfold her?!” The driver finally noticed you. The male that was sitting next to you pulled out a blindfold, getting closer to you.

“Get away.” You tried kicking him.

“B*tch!” The male squirmed when you successfully manoeuvred yourself to get him in a chokehold despite the small backseat. But you had forgotten about the other person in the passenger seat.

“Sleep tight, princess.” There was an impact to the back of your head. Black spots appeared in your vision and soon, it was dark.

“Look who’s awake.” One of the doors opened, a bright light shining into your darkroom. You winced slightly at the sudden brightness hitting your eyes. A suited male came in, walking towards you. You stared up at him but the shadow made it impossible. 

“Nice to meet you again.” He said, a teasing tone in his voice. 

“Do I know you?” You groaned. 

“How could you forget me? I’m hurt, doc.” 

“Well, if you didn’t know how light directions work, the light makes it a little hard to see your face. All I see is a shadow now.” You hissed with a glare. Then he bent down and you saw his face. 

“Recognise me now?” He smiled. 

“Not... really?” You tilted your head. His smile fell from his face as he frowned. He backhanded you, waking you fall to the side. Your cheek throbbed and you tasted iron in your mouth, knowing that you were now probably bleeding. 

“Look, I’m sorry you’re butt hurt about me not recognising or remembering you. But I meet new people every day. If everyone is like you and expects me to remember them, my job would be a lot harder than it already is. Stop being petty.” You growled. Usually, someone in your position would be more submissive, considering you didn’t have the upper hand. 

“Ever the smart mouth, doc. Let’s see how long you can keep that up.” He threw his head back, laughing. 

“I also wonder how long it will take for you to realise that kidnapping me and holding me captive isn’t going to do anything.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, doc. Ever so naive. What you don’t know is that with you being here, my boss already has control over your 7 mafia bosses. They’re probably scrambling and panicking to find you.” He said. 

“I’m just an employee.” You shrugged. 

“That’s what you think. You think every employee has a diamond bracelet like you?” He asked. 

“I never really cared, it was just a pretty bracelet to me. But I’m sure you’re about to tell me how important that is.” You said in a bored tone. Under playing everything was now your plan. 

“Only the 7 bosses have that bracelet. It’s a sign of their highest rank. And guess who’s the 8th person to ever get one?” He smirked. You didn’t let it show but deep down, you were surprised. You never really noticed the bracelet on the boys. Because like you said, you never really cared or gave it much thought. 

“So trust me, they’ll be here.” He scoffed.

“Hold on, I’m still trying to understand, so you and/or your boss is the enemy of the boys? You’re not from one of the families I cared for?!” You asked. 

“Oh, doc.” He shook his head, laughing. 

“Man, talk about shallow...” You rolled your eyes. The man just waved, heading for the door. He slammed the door shut, leaving you in darkness once again. You sighed, looking down at your dress that was now dirtied. 

“Who is he?” You wrecked your brains to try and remember. 

“The guy at the casino.” You finally remembered the incident that happened when you first had dinner with the boys outside, at Jin’s casino. 

He tried to speak to you as you were coming out of the washroom and it ended with Yoongi escorting you to the car while the others ‘dealt with him’. Though at that point, you didn’t know what that meant. Now, you imagined how the boys must have given him a ‘stern warning’, for him to have such bitter feelings towards you. 

“Talk about holding a grudge.” You sighed. 

“No wonder they didn’t want me to remove the bracelet. Some VIP treatment this is.” You wondered out loud. You needed to find a way out of here, you couldn’t just sit and wait to be rescued. 

“Let’s see.” You brought your bound hands up to your mouth, hoping to be able to use your teeth to try and loosen the knot. 

“Here. Eat.” The door opened, making you put your hands down quickly. It was one of the men that kidnapped you from the ball. He held a tray and a bottle of water in his hands.

“Is it poisoned?” You looked at him skeptically. 

“You never know until you try, right?” He raised an eyebrow, placing the tray in front of you. 

“Just eat!” He hissed impatiently. 

“You take a bite first. You eat it, I eat it.” You shrugged. The man was given strict orders to make sure that you ate. And all you were doing now was making his job a lot more difficult. He glared at you but you just stared back nonchalantly, not backing down either. 

“It won’t be poisoned. We’re waiting for the 7 to come. If you’re dead, there’s no use in all this.” The man scoffed. 

“If it’s not poisoned, then eat it.” You said. The man closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath. You knew you were being infuriating but your attitude was the only thing that you could use as a self defence now. 

“I swear.” He scooped up the rice and kimchi, taking a bite. 

“Now that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” You said. The guy clicked his tongue, undoing the rope around your hands to let you eat. He took a seat opposite you on the ground, but keeping his distance. 

“This food is sh*t.” You took a bite. 

“Well, it’s all you’re getting so learn to like it.” He crossed his arms. You sighed, eating your food in silence. 

“Alright, I’m done. I might actually throw up if I continue.” You scrunched your face, pushing the tray. The man took the rope to bind your hands again. Seeing the gun holster on his waistband, you knew it would be foolish to try and fight back to escape now. So at this moment, you just had to be obedient and do whatever they told you to do. 

“Ugh.” You threw your head back, trying to get the stiff kinks out of your shoulders and neck. You stared at the metal brace around your ankle, that was gonna be hard to get out of. 

-

“Where’s Taehyung?” Namjoon asked when he came back from his meeting. It was safe to say that thanks to their parents, Namjoon and Yoongi had the most ‘ears to the ground’ in the group. 

“He went for a breather.” Jimin informed softly. 

“We need to think this through. Doc hardly meets anyone with us... Or at least, ones who are alive.” Hoseok said. 

“I’m going for a meeting.” Jin looked at his phone. He stood up and left with his bodyguard in tow. 

“Hyung is right.” Jungkook started a fresh document to list down the times you went to visit any of the boys’ place of business. Most of the time, the boys tried to go home for you to treat them since most of your equipment was at home but of course, there have been urgent times. 

“She came to mine. But the person was dead.” Jimin raised his hand and Jungkook noted that down. The door opened and Taehyung came in. He dragged his bloodied bat on the ground, falling onto his seat. 

“Where were you?” Yoongi asked. 

“Just needed some fresh air.” Was all the younger said. Taehyung didn’t deal with emotions well, which is evident considering what happened with his father. 

“Anyway, we’re listing down the times doc came to our place of business to maybe find out a time where our enemy might have seen her.” Namjoon got his up to speed.

“Did you forget she doesn’t even know that she wears our family band around her wrist?” Taehyung asked. 

“Did she not even notice?” 

“No, she didn’t even know what I was talking about when I mentioned it to her at the club the other night. She thought it was just a nice gift. I told her the gist of it but she probably thought that most, if not all, our employees have one too.” Jimin informed. 

“Whatever it is. We’re all just trying to form at least a list of suspects. Every option, we’ll try it.” Yoongi said. 

“She hasn’t been to Stigma or Singularity before. I usually handle those businesses outside and try to go home to get treated by her.” Taehyung crossed his arms.

“Stop looking at that.” He saw Jungkook still had the paused video of you staring at the camera on his computer screen. 

“Let him be.” Namjoon chided. 

“I got video footage from Daydream.” Hoseok informed. His place was one of the only one that the car could have possibly driven past. If they did, they would have a general direction of where you went. 

“Hook it up to the screen.” Jungkook handed Hoseok the cable to hook his computer up to the screen and he played the footage from the night before. He carefully skipped forward the seconds, they couldn’t risk missing something. Everyone was quiet, their focus on the video footage in front of them. Jimin stood up from his seat. 

“There. Fast backwards 10 seconds. Slow the video down.” He pointed. Hoseok moved the video back. In the slowed freeze frames, they saw the exact car drive past Daydream and take a left.

“Hobi, where does that road lead to?” Yoongi asked. 

“Uh, the car slanted left. That leads to the highway... Up north, I think.” Hoseok pulled up the map. 

“Yes. That highway heads north.” Taehyung said. Finally, the boys felt like they had a breakthrough. The kidnappers probably held you captive somewhere up north of Seoul. 

“Who are the clans in the north?” Namjoon asked. 

“Here they are.” Jungkook flipped through the photos on the screen. 

“It is one of them. No one else would let another gang on their territory, knowing that they kidnapped one of ours. Unless they want an unnecessary war on their hands.” Yoongi said. Even if they did have enemies, a lot of gangs would rather be an ally instead. Bangtan was just that scary. 

“I’ll call Jin hyung and let him know.” Jimin took his phone out, stepping aside to call the eldest, letting him know what they had found out so far. 

It only took 20 minutes for Jin to come back, unsuccessful from meeting with all his informants. No one had a clue as to who was vengeful enough to kidnap you from Bangtan. 

“We’ll start visiting some of them. You guys fill Jin hyung in on what’s going on. It’ll be faster if we split up to visit the gangs.” Taehyung said.

“Okay. Don’t be reckless.” Namjoon said. Jimin nodded, a silent promise to keep Taehyung in check. Grabbing what they needed, the duo left ‘Magic Shop’ immediately. 

“Show me the photos.” Jin said. Once again, Jungkook pulled up the photos. 

“Hold on. Go back.” Jin stopped the maknae. Jungkook clicked the slide, going back to show the photos of the leaders and righthand men from one of the gangs. Jin moved closer, squinting slightly. 

“That guy... Don’t you recognise him?” Jin pointed. 

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked. 

“We’ve encountered him before. That first dinner with (y/n) at my casino. He harassed her outside the washrooms. Jungkook came to rescue her in time and Yoongi took her away before he could reveal anything. We didn’t kill him since we didn’t want to make anything too obvious yet.” Jin frowned. The others finally remembered. 

“But she didn’t have a bracelet yet.” Hoseok reminded.

“From the way Jungkook sprung to protect her... They must have been keeping tabs on her.” Namjoon concluded. 

Just then, the phone rang. 

~~

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universe | myg drabble

❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you're his whole universe, you just don't know it yet – or him

❥𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: stalker au

❥𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: explicit language, stalking (obviously), yoongi is kinda creep, masturbating (he uses her panties)

❥𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 5.3k+

𝒂/𝒏: commissioned by the absolute sweetheart @minyoongail​, thank you bub for being so patient with me (it took me like 2 months I think ?? to write this) I really hope you and everyone else enjoy this story!

𝒎.𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | © 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 (𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅)

It was a mere coincidence, something he had never expected to happen or notice during his daylife. But even that word doesn't sound right, not to his ears. If you look up the word itself it says – coincidence is a remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection. This must've been something else, not some stupid coindidence and he calls it differently.

He believes it's all the universe's doing and it happened when he needed it the most. The clueless young man with an empty heart, who was just striding through the busy street in Daegu, just when the universe had decided to give him a sign – another chance maybe, as he likes to think – and he couldn't be more intrigued. There's a whole universe inside his mind and he's not ashamed of it.

The first time he saw you, he remembers how you caught his attention immediately despite you blending with the crowd. But there was something different, maybe it was the way you smiled at whoever you were calling with that time. He remembers vividly the grin that had stretched on your beautiful red lips, before you had to end the call because you went to the little coffee shop. On your way out, with a plastic cup of coffee in your hand, it's unfortunate how you hadn't noticed the guy going inside which slowly led to you bumping into him. It wasn't a disaster, no coffee was spilled and except the guy's frown and something he mumbled under his breath, nothing too bad happened. But then he had seen the little frown on your lips and the way your shoulder slumped, running your day. He couldn't take his eyes off you. And he wished to cross the road to fight that egoistic man, who made sure to give you one last glare before he scurried inside the coffee shop.

And that's how his days slowly went by. At the same hour, you'd always visit that coffee shop with the same order every time, apart of that time when you bought a croissant that one time. You weren't there at the weekends, which meant you weren't working and the small coffee shop was on your way to work. It had become your routine, as much as his, watching you across the street hidden by one of the trees. Not even once your eyes drifted his direction. It made it very easy to watch you from Monday to Friday, you being not aware of the attention you got from the man across the street.

But he got bored after two weeks of seeing the same thing, even though you had always been different each day. The same soft and sweet smile that melted his heart was worth waking up earlier to watch you. But he had become eager, curious about you and your life. That's why he had decided to follow you – across the street from the safe distance, so you wouldn't notice him – until you made your way into the building with a few stairs up to it. He didn't recognize the old building at first, that's why he pulled out his phone and through the maps, he found out there's an art studio. There's no way he could've gone inside without anyone questioning his presence there, nor he could've known if you're really there.

He had wished he knew your name, so he could've finally put a name to your beautiful face and features that couldn't seem to get out of his head.

The week after, he had found out – because of course, he was curious and eager to take another step, so he had followed you – that you live just around the corner in one of the apartment buildings. Unfortunately for him, the security system even in those old buildings is hard to get through, impossible even. And he wouldn't have done that, followed you inside. No, he's not crazy. What would he do if he got inside the building? That didn't make any sense.

He had to plan everything – so for the time being – he stepped away and walked away, your building slowly fading away.

But it's okay, he'll soon see you again. That's what he told himself, a tiny smirk making it onto his lips that were hidden behind the mask.

Universe has a funny way to mess around with people. Or it could be pure luck on Yoongi's side, but whatever it is in reality, it makes him beam in mischief. Who could've known that one time he doesn't avoid his only friend, the cards would play in favor for him. Surely, there had been a bit of grumbling which Jung Hoseok – his friend ever since they were kids – just couldn't accept and dragged Yoongi's ass in the nearest club. It's been awhile since he went among people, he's not the type to search for society and encounters with them. He's a lonely wolf, as you could say.

“See, you look cheered up!” his friend cuts off Yoongi's trail of thoughts, his eyes already set on something much more interesting, than his friend's loud voice that tries to be heard through the loud music. “Think of the pussy you can get tonight!”

In other times, Yoongi would've just shrugged and went along with his friend's words because yes, meaningless one night stands have become a part of Yoongi's antisocial life. He's still a man after all, he has his own needs and even though he doesn't search for people's touch, sex usually involves that.

His friend is completely clueless, thinking Yoongi is cheerful because there's a chance he'll get laid tonight with no strings attached, just like Yoongi prefers. He's not the type to date, to love someone and that's why Hoseok's plan of getting Yoongi out of his small apartment to live a little, goes well.

Little does he know that Yoongi could care less about his friend's secret plan or whatever his true intentions are. Because there's you standing just a few meters away from him, completely clueless to Yoongi's existation but he's not mad at you. And he has the urge to laugh at the situation because after all, the universe must be real. It brought you up to him without him even trying, even though he had been wondering what you're doing on your Saturday night.

At first, he didn't know if it's you but then you turned around and laughed at something, probably what one of your friends said and he could see that beautiful smile which unfortunately, couldn't hear because of the music. Ever since then, he's been stealing a few glances at you, failing miserably in hiding his happiness at the sight of you. And when you suddenly grab the attention of one of your friends that's standing next to you, you excuse yourself and make your way through the crowd.

Without explaining himself, he knows what to do and his legs move on their own as he leaves his friend shouting his name in complete confusion, but Yoongi doesn't turn around. His eyes are solely set upon you and the thought that he can't get you out of his sight. Now it's his chance.

He watches you going inside the ladies' restroom, stopping just around the corner not to look creepy. He's not. He's not a creep, he would never enter ladies' restroom because then what? How would he explain what he's doing there? There's a pinch of annoyance at your friends and how they let you go all alone. Don't they know it's dangerous for you to go alone? Especially in the clubs full of horny men. And the little black dress that you're wearing isn't helping at all. You're showing too much skin, you're drawing too much attention at yourself and he doesn't like that. He wants you all to himself.

But despite him criticizing your friends and their complete ignorance of your safety, it's better this way. He's here, he wouldn't let anything happen to you and it all makes it better to go with his plan. Now is his chance to have your eyes on him, to finally meet you.

When the restroom's door are being pushed open, his breath gets caught in his throat as he notices you delicately brushing your hands against the black fabric, trying to flatten the creases that are invisible to his eyes. Now is his chance. He uses your lack of attention, eyes focused downwards and makes his way towards you. This has to work. From what he could've seen during a few weeks of watching you, you managed to stumble and bump into a few people on your way to work. It always looked like you're rushing, probably stressed from whatever was waiting for you in that old creepy building that you work at. No matter how many times has that happened, you've always apologized and looked extremely sorry. And now, he's going to use that to his advantage. Well, his plan had been different and he wanted to do this in your favorite coffee shop, that you're visiting every morning during the week. But now that he has you so close to him, he can't wait any longer.

It happens quickly. Your lack of attention is a huge help, and Yoongi is prepared for the impact of your body colliding against his, which can't be hardly told about you. A soft gasp leaves your lips, but the impact isn't strong like Yoongi hoped it would be. Your shoulders bump into each other, but it's nothing painful and mindless 'sorry' leaves your mouth. Yoongi's plan is crashing down like a house of cards, watching you not even glancing at him as you make your way through the crowd again. His features automatically twist into a huge scowl, not appreciating your ignorance.

He's been watching over you this whole time, and this is how you repay him? Ignoring him and barely seeing the person you bump into? Okay, he had his own share with that but still – he expected something different to happen and it's causing his blood to boil. You're nowhere in sight, completely blending with people dancing on the floor. He can't feel his jaw hurting from how hard he's clenching it. Oh, how he wishes he could punish you. He'd have you on your knees begging him for forgiveness before you could utter a single word.

You're playing with him. You're lucky enough he likes the chase and games, even though he's not a patient person.

As he's getting back to Hoseok, his sharp eyes notice his friend is not alone and has a company right next to him. Getting nearer, the two guys exchange a friendly hug as the guy Yoongi doesn't know grins at Hoseok.

“Taehyung–ah!” Hoseok yells after the guy that turns around with a boxy grin, not noticing Yoongi's stare in the back. “Don't forget to text me!” Hoseok laughs, seeing the guy nod as he gives him a thumbs up before he walks away.

Yoongi's eyes don't leave Taehyung's figure, wondering who he is since he has never seen him before. He shouldn't be so surprised, Hoseok has many friends. Sometimes, he's wondering why Hoseok is still hanging out with himi, when he's the least social person out of all Hoseok's friends.

Once again, the universe proves to be on Yoongi's side and he can't help but grin, as he watches Hoseok's friend nearing the group of people, among them is you. Although, he really wants to punch the guy's face for touching the small of your back, especially when you smile at him and take the drink from his hands. The drink he failed to notice before.

What was the guy's name? Taehyung.

Surprise, surprise. The chase has only begun and he's already winning.

“Yah! Where did you go?” Hoseok's loud voice cuts him off, frowning at his friend that slowly looks at him.

Grinning, he licks his lips before he takes a shot of Hoseok's vodka. “Bathroom.” he says simply, smirking as he looks back at you.

For now, he'll leave you alone but still makes sure to glance at you every now and then. Making sure you're safe, of course.

And when Yoongi is finally in his small apartment, laying in his bed with phone clutched in his grasp, he has only one intention. Finding you isn't hard, Hoseok's facebook friends are public so it makes it easy to find your friend guy Taehyung. Unfortunately, his friends are private so it leaves him with another option. He browses every available photo of him, checking everyone who liked his photos while opening every profile. The guy's photos are somehow artistic, he's not a complete loser as Yoongi thought. Whenever he sees Taehyung's face on the screen of his phone, all he can think about is his hand on your back. Taking a deep breath, he continues in browsing through Taehyung's liked pictures until he gets what he wanted all along.

You.

And your name.

The sweet melody of pop music resounds through the walls of your modesty apartment, but even the littlest space in it doesn't hold you back from swaying your hips. Humming the tune, you put the last plate back to the kitchen cabinet as a soft knock meets the wood of your front door. You almost flinch back, wondering who the hell is knocking on your door in the evening when you're not expecting anyone. Turning off the music with your phone, you make your way towards the front door to see who's standing behind it.

When you open it, you don't expect to see a complete stranger who gives you a nervous grin as soon as your eyes meet. One thing you know, you've never seen him before and you wonder if he by any mistake mistook your door with someone else's. He's wearing all black, looking tough on the outside but his face is the exact opposite. He looks quite comfortable wearing a large hoodie and black sweatpants, and it's funny how your outfits almost match. Although, your one isn't matched and doesn't look half as good as his does. You're wearing one of the ugliest sweatpants you own because unfortunately, your washing machine broke down last week and the repairman is able to repair it in a few days. For now, you're stuck with unwashed clothes that could use a good washing but there's nothing you can do. You'll wait, you've enough clothes to wear – at least you hope.

“Hey,” he says, completely cutting you off from your little crisis of your broken washing machine. His voice is deep, yet holds a soft tone that makes him sound friendly and causes you to automatically smile.

“Hey,” you say back, repeating his words as you hug yourself with your arms. There's a curiosity in your eyes, the one he notices immediately and opens his mouth.

“Oh, I'm sorry you're probably wondering what am I doing here,” he chuckles, shaking his head at his absurdity that makes you grin in amusement. “I'm your new neighbor, I just moved in today… I was wondering if you have tomato sauce to borrow?”

Only now you notice the white slippers that he's wearing, confirming his words that in fact, he really is your new neighbor. The building is big enough for you not to know every single neighbor, but something tells you you won't forget this one.

His sharp eyes are so captivating, staring right into your soul as you can't help but gawk at your new neighbor. The little twitch of his lips shake you out of your short daze, blush spreading across your cheeks as you rub your forearms.

“Yeah, sure. Let me check it out,” you manage to say, tone light and friendly, trying to hide the fact that you seemed to be particularly interested in your neighbor. He looks young, probably your age – not that this is important. He's just a neighbor, right? “Uhh, come in.” you tell him, feeling like a douche if you'd just leave him in the hallway.

He opens his mouth slightly, but smiles at you when you open the door to give him enough space to come in. You let him close it, which he does gently as if he was scared to break them. It makes you grin, a grin that's hidden as soon as you turn around and tell him to follow you. Your apartment isn't big and the walk to your kitchen doesn't take long (literally five seconds) and you're not aware of your neighbor's curious eyes, and particular curiosity about the three pieces of art that are covered with sheer fabric, leaned against the wall.

“Are you an artist?” Your neighbor asks, voice thick with curiosity which causes you to turn around and follow his line of vision.

“Ah,” you gasp out, “No. Do I look like an artist?” you grin, causing him to do the same as his eyes dance with amusement.

“I don't know,” he muses, pursing his lips. “But you're probably interested in art.” he says, head nodding towards the art that's been sitting there for a few days now.

It's not like you regret letting him in, but you should've considered the fact that your place is a mess. You just hope he's not judging you, or thinks you're an alcoholic as you remember there's a wine bottle on your coffee table. You were about to drink it after you were done with cleaning the dishes. It was a long day…

To occupy your ridiculous worries (because he probably doesn't care what your place looks like), you do what he came here for and that is, to find a tomato sauce which you're not sure if you even have.

“You could say so,” you hum, rummaging through the pasta and different kinds of cans. “My friend is an artist, I'm just helping him to sell some of his paintings.”

He hums in response, his frown hidden from you as you're turned with your back to him.

“Are those for sale?” he asks, surprised when you turn around abruptly as sudden shine overtakes your features.

“Yes,” you answer, “Are you interested?”

“Hmm, maybe,” he hums, “Mind if I take a look?” he asks, your head already nodding.

“Of course, go ahead,” you tell him, seeing him walk towards the art while you stand on your tiptoes and pull out one of the cans. “Got it.” you mumble to yourself, surprised that yes, you've a tomato sauce which you never really use.

You walk to your neighbor, his brows pinched together as he stares at a piece of art. “This one's my favorite.” you comment, holding the can in your hands as he glances at you.

“It's pretty,” he replies, cocking his head to the side as he admires the art that portrays a galaxy. It's beautiful, the purple and turquoise splashes that look like stars create a perfect detail. “How much is it?”

“You--are you--I need to talk to my friend but I'm sure we could work something out.” you grin, not hiding your enthusiasm which your neighbor finds cute as he grins at you. He shows you a gummy smile that makes you just stare at him in complete awe, before you cough.

“Thanks, it'd be nice to have something that'll make the place more cozy. It looks like a complete disaster right now.” he jokes, causing you to giggle as you nod. You feel him.

“Sure,” you smile, staring at him for a moment as realization hits your face. “Oh, here. Found it.” you outstretch your arm to give him the tomato sauce he came here for.

It seems like realization hits his face as well, his mouth leaving a soft 'oh' as he takes it with a grateful smile. “Thank you, you're a lifesaver.”

You laugh at that, finding him cute how he said it. “It's just tomato sauce. What are you cooking?”

“Spaghetti,” he answers, “Well, thanks for this. I appreciate it.” he says as you both start walking towards the front door.

He opens the door, one hand clutching the doorknob while the other holds the can, before he turns to you. “I'm living just down the hall, number 017.” he informs you, your brows furrowing in confusion, wondering why he's telling you that.

Even though you make a mental note to remember this information. What? It's good to know.

“For the art?” he reminds you, cocking a brow at you. “You can just knock anytime, when you'll know the price.” he smiles, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” you nod, “I'll let you know.”

He smiles, thanking you for the tomato sauce (even assuring you that he'll buy you a new one tomorrow but you quickly decline that, telling him you aren't using it) as he steps out of your apartment and starts to back away, still facing you as you're grinning.

“I'm Y/N,” you call out to him, mentally slapping yourself for sounding so desperate. Your nerves ease up as he gives you a smile, the shitty lightening in the hallway shining against his black hair. “What's your name, new neighbor?”

He chuckles at your nickname, his tongue licking his bottom lip as your heart bursts with sparkles. How can someone be so cute, hot and handsome? You're completely swept away by him.

And you feel like a little kid, ears perked up and eyes wide as you almost stand on your tiptoes, trying to hear his answer. However, you don't realize it because you're too focused on him.

“Yoongi, my name's Yoongi.”

He can't believe it.

He can't believe how easy it was to get closer to you. Getting an apartment, rented apartment, was even easier and the fact you both live on the same floor, had to be another sign from the universe.

It just had to be. Right?

Yoongi is in the middle of cutting an onion when he hears a soft knock echoing around the walls of his quiet apartment. He'd usually put some music on, but his mind seems to be elsewhere. He's not interested in music like he used to be, all he can think about is you.

Wiping his hands with a dishcloth, he stumbles over some boxes that have been laying there for three days (ever since he moved in) before he gets to the front door. Just as he's gripping the doorknob, there's another knock resounding but it's louder this time. He snatches the door open, meeting you jumping in surprise as your eyes widen.

Oh, sweet love. You look so cute.

Even though you're wearing the same pair of sweatpants he saw you while borrowing a tomato sauce from you. A tomato sauce he never really needed, he just wanted an excuse to see you and funnily enough, tomato sauce was the first thing that crossed his mind.

Nothing matters because you're absolutely breathtaking.

“Hi,” you breathe out, chuckling trying to mask that soft pink shade your cheeks seem to have. “I'm sorry for interrupting you.” you add.

“Not at all,” he disagrees, slightly shaking his head. “How can I help you?” he smiles, heart wavering because he can't believe you just knocked on his door.

And this time he didn't have to come to you. You came to him.

“Well, I was just wondering if you're still interested in one of those paintings. I talked to my friend and he said he'll give you a little discount since you're my neighbor,”

Bullshit, your friend is probably glad someone wants to buy his painting. It's a typical move from you, to get him to buy it just because you said the discount word. But he can't blame you, well it's you. That's enough for him not to let common sense take a place in his mind. Plus, those paintings are like a barrier in your own little home.

“I mean… you totally don't have to buy it if you're not interested anymore.” you add, causing the corner of his mouth twitch. He's holding back a smile as he shakes his head.

“No, I'm totally interested,” In you, not in the painting. “You wanna come in?”

The sudden invite surprises you, but you don't hesitate as you nod before he opens the door further for you to come in.

“Thank you.” you tell him softly, looking around curiously as you see the mess in there.

There are a bunch of boxes, still unpacked and filling up the whole place but you can relate. Your place used to be such a mess too when you first moved in.

“Sorry about the mess, I still haven't unpacked most of my stuff,” he says, trailing behind you as you notice a small beige couch with a bunch of clothes draped all over it. “I need to wash my clothes.” he grins, the shade of red coating his cute pale cheeks as you give him a smile.

“Don't worry about it, my bedroom looks just the same. My washing machine broke down a few days ago and the repairman can't come to fix it this week, so I'm stuck wearing the same old, dirty and probably smelly clothes.”

That would explain you wearing the same dirty sweatpants, he thinks but that doesn't say out loud because like he said, you're beautiful no matter what.

“You don't smell,” he blurts out, causing you to raise your brows in surprise but an appreciative smile tugs onto your lips.

“That's good to know.” you chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Wait, are you becoming shy?

“But I could help, if you want...” he adds, interest lacing over your features as you look at him curiously. “With your clothes. I could wash them for you.”

“Oh, no. I've loads of it and I don't want to be a burden, I'm sure you've a lot of work with your own stuff.” you reject, waving your hand as if it's not a big deal but the clothes that are tossed around your whole bedroom are driving you crazy.

Still, your insides shiver with his kindness.

“You're no burden, I swear. At least I would repay you for that tomato sauce. Let me do this for you, my washing machine works just fine. You could go grab your stuff and bring it here, I'll wash it for you right now and meanwhile, we could talk about that painting.”

Shit, he's so good at persuading.

He sees the guilt and uncertainty on your face, but the way you're biting your lower lip he knows you're thinking of it. He's patient with you, offering you one of his soft smiles that you caught onto right away and he knows he's got you.

“Are you sure?” you ask unsurely, nibbling on your bottom lip some more which fuck, drives him insane.

He wishes he could bite into it, feeling your soft and plump lips that are bare with no lipstick on it, but god, are they beautiful. The most beautiful lips he has ever seen.

“Hundred percent.” he says, giving you another smile which this time, you mimic before a set of sentences of gratitude leaves out of your mouth.

“Thank you, Yoongi. You saved my life.” Oh God, how amazing his name sounds rolling out of your tongue.

He could listen to you saying it every day. Oh, how he wishes to hear you saying other stuff too, but no… he has to be patient.

“Don't mention it,” he smiles, “Thank you for the painting. I'll make sure to hang it up somewhere nice where everyone can see it.”

Bullshit. He never invites anyone to his home.

“You do that, maybe I'll stop by to admire it.” Did you just invite yourself? Oh my god, he can feel his heart jumping out of his chest.

“Feel free to do that anytime.” he smirks, giving you a nice view of his wink that he swears makes you gulp as you clutch your laundry basket with fresh and clean clothes in it.

You bid goodbye to him, in the form of a sweet smile and quick but nice wave of your free hand, before he painfully does the same and closes his front door. Three hours of constant talking was not enough for him. He wishes he could talk to you some more, to get to know you even more. Although, he did learn some new things about you. Things he couldn't find on the internet, or by simply watching you from the distance. For example, your parents live far away and you're their only child. They weren't too happy about you moving to a big city but they're supportive nevertheless. You don't share your daily struggles with them, like the problem with your washing machine for example, because according to your words, they would be too worried and think you can't handle and take care of yourself.

Well, one thing is sure. They don't have to worry about that too much. You've got him. He'll take care of you and help you with anything you'll need. For now, he's just your neighbor but as he pulls out his phone and sees a friend request from you, Yoongi knows he's winning.

Pulling out peach colored panties out of his pocket, the same ones he sneakily hid inside of his pants before you could notice. Plopping onto the couch, on the same spot you were sitting on just a few minutes ago, he swears he can still feel your warmth and scent lingering on the cheap furniture. He unzips his pants, already pulling out his hardening cock as he takes a sniff of your used panties. They're cotton, not special and too sexy but he rolls his eyes back at the scent of you. Fuck, you smell so amazing. He wishes he could taste you on his tongue, pleasure you until you're screaming his name and cumming thanks to him repeatedly. He has never gotten this hard so quick, his erected length is gripped by his veiny and big hand as he's already pumping himself. Imagining how you'd sound if he pounds into you, making sure every one of neighbors hears your moan, so they know you're his. He puts the piece of fabric inside of his mouth, the exact spot where your pussy was rubbing the whole day, wetting it with his saliva as he sucks the fabric. He's close, so close but it's not enough. Wrapping his cock around your panties, his saliva mixed with your juices dried on it, he starts thrusting into his hand. Body hot and breath raged, he feels his muscles tense as your name falls out of his mouth every few seconds. Soon enough, he's cumming inside your panties, his seed leaking through the fabric and staining his hand but he doesn't care.

It was worth it.

“When did you fall in love with me?”

Your soft voice carries through the bedroom, your legs laced with Yoongi's as he keeps caressing your exposed back. He can feel your perked nipples brushing against the side of his chest, his cum mixed with your own staining the sheets but none of you truly care.

“When I first saw you.” he answers, kissing you into your hair as you giggle, finding his answer tactical and funny.

“Oh, come on,” you scoff with a laugh, the beautiful melody of it causing him to smile. “We didn't even know each other that well.” you argue, trailing some patterns onto his chest.

“It doesn't matter, I loved you way before that.” he says and you just giggle, trailing a heart on his naked skin.

You don't pressure him into answering differently, even though you know he's just bluffing because you don't believe in love at first sight. You've to know that person before you can love them with all their flaws and everything that comes with it.

“I love you.” you tell him quietly, kissing his chest while you can feel and hear his heartbeat that mimics yours.

“I love you too,” he says immediately, “You've no idea.”

You really don't.

[bibliosophist]

Asmodeus with a mc who is insecure. They thinks they are not good enough for him and think he'd rather be with someone prettier. He find out and go's to comfort mc.

Tonight is the night. Panacea Skincare is having a launch party to celebrate their new line of products, and Asmodeus is the face of the campaign. He’s talked about nothing else but this party for a fortnight, and now it’s here.

The first thing you see when you enter the hall is a screen displaying a thirty foot tall photo of your boyfriend. In it Asmo is sprawled across a white marble bench set amid a lush, verdant garden. One of his milky white arms rests above his head, the other lays across his bare stomach. Only a swath of silky white fabric covers his hips. He’s lithe and lean, with both the indentations of his ribs and the toned planes of his stomach on display. Letters forming the words Panacea Skincare scrawl themselves across the bottom of the screen.

He squeals as he runs across the room towards his own likeness, pulling you along behind him.

“I can’t believe it! (Y/N), look, it’s me!”

“It’s you. You look incredible. I mean, you always look incredible, but you’re practically glowing.”

He giggles. “I know, right? They didn’t even alter the photograph at all. That’s one of their principles- no retouching. Panacea wants everyone to know that they’re honest and authentic. But,” he grins, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “why not stack the deck in your favour, right? That’s why they came to me. Who else has skin this close to flawless?”

You smile and squeeze his hand. “Nobody.”

“Exactly! Darling, would you mind taking a picture of me with me?” he asks, striking a pose next to the photo. He leans forward slightly, one hand braced on his thigh while the other throws a peace sign. He winks at the camera.

You snap a half dozen photos of him from different angles. You know what Asmo means when he says “take a picture.”

A high pitched squeal breaks your impromptu photoshoot. When you whip your head around to the source of the noise, you find a beautiful young demon standing stock still, pointing at Asmo. “It’s him! It’s Asmodeus!”

In a matter of seconds, Asmo is engulfed in a swarm of admirers. Some hang off his arms, others clutch at his hands. One particularly enamored demon drapes themself over Asmo’s shoulders. Camera flashes sting your eyes- it seems that the entire room is desperate for a selfie with your boyfriend. You can just barely see Asmo’s amid the crowd. A perfect smile lights up his face- he’s absolutely in his element.

As the mass of demons around him continues to grow, you’re shunted to the edge of the room. You don’t really mind; it’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last. Being with Asmo means having to be okay with sharing his attention, and you've accepted that. Still, you can’t say that it doesn’t make your stomach twist when you see the gorgeous demon with their head on Asmo’s shoulder whisper something in his ear that makes the Avatar of Lust giggle.

You’re so preoccupied with watching the encounter that it takes you a moment to notice the two demons standing a few feet away from you, heads bent together over their drinks. It isn’t until you hear your name that your ears perk up.

“(Y/N)... Yes, that sounds right. (Y/N).” says one of the demons. They both have sleek, bottle glass green hair down to their waists and skin the colour of sun bleached canvas. Sirens, you think.

Beside them, their similarly striking friend snorts. “Even their name is common. I can’t believe Asmodeus, of all demons, has settled for that.”

“Maybe they’re more than meets the eye. You’ve met the other human, Solomon, right? They say he’s the most powerful sorcerer to have ever lived.”

“Unlikely,” says the other one. They make no attempt to hide the way their eyes rove over you, or the way their lip curls before they continue. “If they had any kind of magical power, they’d spruce themselves up a bit. Would you be caught dead looking like that if you could help it?”

“No, I suppose not,” says the first, sipping at their drink.

You feel the blood rise to your face. It’s not like you haven’t thought the same thing yourself a thousand times since you started dating Asmo, but to hear it said out loud...

Ducking your head to hide the tears pricking your eyes, you make your way across the hall to the washrooms. Thank whoever designed this building, they’re single occupant. You lock the door behind you and, closing the lid of the toilet, sink down onto it.

They’re right. You know they’re right. You see the way eyes linger on you when you’re together. You went to high school, you know that look. The “what’s he doing with them” look. What did Asmo see in you? He could have his choice of lovers from any of the three realms. Even among humans, you’re... average. What does the most beautiful creature in existence want with average?

You feel the telltale sting of tears rising to your eyes just as a knock echoes through the small room. “There’s someone in here,” you say, trying your best to keep your voice steady.

“(Y/N), it’s me.” Asmodeus.

“I- I’m in here.”

“Hon, open the door. Please.”

With a monumental effort, you push back the tears. Smoothing down the outfit you’d so carefully chosen for his big event, you cross the room and unlatch the door. As soon as the lock clicks open, he’s pushing his way into the bathroom and relocking the door behind him.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, reaching for your hand. Instinctually you pull back. If he touches you now, you know you won’t be able to hold the tears in. He looks crushed. “(Y/N)? Did I do something?”

Well, crap. The very last thing you wanted to do was ruin this night for him. He’d been so excited. You couldn’t have him thinking that this was in any way his fault.

“No, no, of course not. I just- just have a headache, that’s all.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Really,” you say, turning away from him as the tears threaten to reappear. “Just go back out there, I’ll be fine in a few min-”

A warm hand on your waist spins you around. “I thought we promised never to lie to each other. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

The look in his eyes as they try to catch yours pushes you over the edge, and before you know it you’re sobbing. He pulls you to him, rubbing his hand over your back in slow circles. You pull away, knowing that your tears will leave ugly marks on his beautiful shirt. When you try to say as much he shushes you, pulling you against him even tighter. “To hell with the shirt. What happened?”

Knowing there’s no way you’ll be able to brush this off now you relay what you overheard the Sirens saying. “And the worst thing Asmo, the very worst thing is that I know they’re right. I know it. And I know that someday you’ll leave me, and-”

“Is that really what you think of me?”

“W-what?”

“Do you really think I’m so shallow?”

“No, I didn’t mean- it’s just that you’re so beautiful. You could have anyone- absolutely anyone. Why would you settle for someone that isn’t your equal? Or as close to your equal as anyone could get, because I mean-”

“Stop,” Asmo says, cutting you off. “Listen to me. Normally I’d love nothing more than to listen to you babble about how beautiful I am, but not while you’re being so ridiculous.” He sighs. “I’ve had a lot of lovers, (Y/N). I’ve been with beautiful creatures- Demons, humans, even angels. But,” he runs his hands down your arms, slipping his hands into yours, “None of them were you.”

“So what, you’ve had your fill and now you’re ready to slum it?” You know you’re being belligerent, but you can’t help it.

“I absolutely did not say that, and you know it. I do think you’re beautiful, (Y/N). Of course I do. But that’s not why I love you. I love you for you. Do you only love me because I’m beautiful?”

“No,” you mumble, “but it’s a nice perk.”

The vibrations of his chuckle tickle your cheek. “Darling, in my long, long life I have never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. Helen of Troy didn’t make my heart stutter like you do.”

“You dated Helen of Troy?”

“‘Dated’ Is a strong word, and that’s a story for another time. Please believe me when I say you’re the one I want to be with.”

You sniffle one final time, squeezing his fingers in yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. And, once I’ve taught those Sirens how to accessorize with their own intestines, I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of the night with you on my arm. What do you say?”

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Tell Me A Story

Loki x f(magic reader)

Summary: Stuck in an Asgardian cell for your crimes, you meet an intriguing fellow prisoner who you can’t help but start to feel something for.

Warning: angst, fluff (you’re not leaving sad on my watch)

Masterlist

The ground feels hard. And your head feels incredibly fuzzy, like waking up from a deep slumber by some rude acquaintance who can’t mind their own damn business. Not to mention the throbbing sensation emitting from the left side of your cheek like two annoying disturbances. Were you smacked twice?

What in the bloody shitsticks?

The light in this place is so bright too, you have to squint when opening your irises for the first time to really get a good look at your surroundings. With the light in this awful place too much to bear, you cover your eyes with your fingers to lessen the harshness from above. Soon your gaze trails up witnessed a clean ceiling of pure marble white.

Wait. Are you dead?

Adjusting to the brightness, you slowly bring yourself into a seated position on the equally as shiny clean floor. To your left is a bed and a small nightstand while your right is a see through golden tinged barrier showing the other cells and a single guard walking down the hallway. Cells? Cells!

A prison? You’re in a fucking prison. Shit.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, head in your hands, you suddenly hear a knock on the white section of the confinement hold that turns into loud pounding. Thud! Thud! Thud! And a second later the white disappears, in place shows the same see through golden tinge. A guard on the other side.

“You’re awake.” He says, voice casual as an old friend.

You give him a puzzled look before feeling your face, “I think so.”

He takes a step into your prison where a sword is held in your face, maybe not so much an old friend after all, “As protocol, I must ask you three questions.” Delves the guard, stance never changing.

“Go for it tough guy.”

He remains unfazed, “Do you know your name?” Easy.

“Y/N.”

“Do you know why you’re here?” Uh.

“Well it wasn’t for stealing a child’s favorite toy.” You muse before quickly changing your façade, “But yes.”

He scoffs unamused, “Do you know where you are?”

Now this question you don’t have an answer for so instead do you give him your sweetest most innocent face possible, “uh, maybe you could enlighten me?”

The armored man rolls his dark eyes, “You’re in the royal dungeons of Asgard, placed here by King Odin for crimes against our realm. For that. You will remain until otherwise noted by the King.” Barks the guard, you stare up at him with wide eyes. Shocked and bewildered that you’re stuck in Asgard of all places.

“I didn’t even have a fare trial!” You protest.

“You didn’t deserve one, filth.” He counters before sheathing his sword back into its scabbard and off he goes into the golden tinged door. Out of sight in an instant. Rude.

Leaving yourself very puzzled and irritated at the whole ordeal, you never even got a trial to speak your side of the story. Nothing. Now you’re stuck in this dumb shit of a cell with literally nothing to do and no one around to bother, oh wait who’s that across the room?

Jumping to your feet, you swiftly walk over to the glass; there stands a man in green and black attire, leather bound book in hand as his slender face focuses onto the pages. He’s rather handsome in all honesty, with that dark shoulder length hair of his and the thoughtful expression across his face. You’re now fully intrigued.

Then your mind swirls with a thought, you’re in Asgard. So, this must be prince Loki, the one who failed to conquer Midgard. Soon a devilish smirk crosses your features, “What are you doing down here? I thought princes were the ones to put delinquents behind bars?”

Loki’s face shifts from surprise to amusement as he keeps his eyes onto the pages, “Kings.” Corrects the Asgardian prince.

You smile, “Well this king can eat shit!”

He lets out a breathy snort before finally drawing his gaze up to you, his expression quickly diminishes from amusement into star struck fascination when those beautiful blues land upon your beaming mischievous face. Loki has never seen someone so magnificently enticing in his whole entire life. But here you are, whoever you happen to be.

The raven haired man sets the book onto his nightstand before sauntering over to the glass wall, “And who do I presume you are? My new source of entertainment.”

Waving him off like a blushing maiden, you pretend to get all hot and bothered by his sly comment, “Oh wouldn’t you like to know.”

Loki smirks, “I would indeed.”

You curl a piece of hair around your finger, gifting him a shy smile as you avoid his steely gaze. “Sorry.” You mutter, “I only tell men who can take over whole planets in under three days.”

He immediately loses his humored aurora, replacing it with a slightly taken aback yet somewhat pissed off one. “Ouch. But I can’t image you’re any clever if you happen to be stuck down here with me.”

You point up a finger, “On the contraire, my faults are less hefty then your own. So who really lost here?”

“From the looks of it. Both of us.”

You nod, “That is a truthful observation, but what has gifted us a sentence in exile are two entirely different sides to the relatively same coin.”

“Mine being, failure to conquer and rule Midgard. And yours being?”

“Fine. I’ll satiate your appetite.” He raises a brow as you trail your hand down the buzzing glass, “I may have tried to steal some pretty gems downstairs. Blah blah and I got caught by some lady named Frigga who’s a lot more skilled with magic then I had first realized and now I’m here. Granted I don’t remember getting to said “here” but alas my body remains.”

Loki smirks, “My deer mother got the best of you. How is she up in the real world these days?”

“Oh you know, told me she loves reading, doing the usual witchy stuff, and she hates you so go burn in hell for eternity you shit head little boy.”

Loki could have choked on his own spit, “Pardon me?”

“You heard me, she said she loves you. Is that not what you heard? I really thought I was being pretty clear.”

The Asgardian prince shakes his head, “Forget I asked.” Turning around once again to find his way onto the comfortable looking mattress, new book in hand.

You pout at the lack of attention, what did you say to annoy him? Was it the little shit head boy? Maybe he’s just having a bad day.

——

There he is. That incredibly attractive Asgardian prince of Mischief, just standing there. Reading yet another book in his beautiful greens and blacks and golds as he chooses to ignore you. The insanely gorgeous but deeply irritating woman across the cell from him.

You’ve been in here for about four weeks now and Loki has not cracked once. You’re really trying too! All he’s done is gift you with some telling facial expressions or the wonderful side comment to address your theatrics or harmless shenanigans.

All you want to do is get to know him better. And maybe along the way get the fuck out of here with a little help, and then preferably take the prince along for the ride. If it was only that easy.

Levitating in your cell just because you’re tired of standing all the time, you keep your usual unabashed stare-down with the prince when a random guard marches by. He looks from right to left and forward again before doing a double take over to you.

“Hey! Stop that!” He shouts, lance raised at your smirking face while you continue to float, “You can’t do that here!”

You simply roll your eyes, “Who has made this new rule law?”

The guard pauses for a moment, clearly indicating that he just doesn’t want you floating because he’s a party pooper. He swallows, “By king Odin.”

“By king Odin? Doesn’t his son fly?”

“Huh?” He glances over to Loki who’s not paying attention to you two in the slightest.

“Not that one.”

The guard makes a frustrated grunt before removing his lance away from your face, no matter the safety of the glass, “You can remain afloat but only under my authority.” And with that does he stomp off down the corridor.

Idiot.

You beam a victorious grin as he leaves your sight when a sudden slow clapping can be heard from across the hallway. Immediately do you snap your attention up to the prince who’s already sharing one of his infamous smirks, “Congratulations. You’ll now have an enemy down here. And it only took you a few weeks.”

You scoff, moving yourself to float casually on your back, “It’s about time too. Things were starting to get unbearably dull around here.”

Loki hums, “Ever try reading?”

You snort, “No, no I haven’t. Hmm, but I’d love it if you could read to me, since I don’t happen to have any books within reach. It’s only fair.”

Loki raises a brow, “Only fair?”

“Yes. I have the guards annoyed with me, so, they won’t care much about you. And. You get to read, but also to me as well.”

“That’s a possibly compelling suggestion.” Says the prince, mulling over your words.

“I thought so.”

You close your eyes as a couple moments pass before he speaks again, “But I must decline.”

“What!” You shout in bewilderment as he lowly chuckles, “I might just about die of boredom, you want me on your conscience when I pass into oblivion from lack of entertainment!”

Loki smiles at your adorable face, “Make your own fun.” He teases, though you don’t realize this.

Moving yourself into a standing position, yet still without touching the ground, you press your hands against the golden tinged glass, “Loki! You are a beautifully great annoyance and if I wasn’t stuck in here I would throw all your books about! And then….then I’d knock down your nightstand!”

He smirks, “Charming.”

You pout while your fists clench in irritation, “Fine! I didn’t want to listen to your loathsome voice anyways!” He gifts you with a proud half grin as you turn from him to magically throw your wooden nightstand across the room.

You land, reaching a hand out to launch the nightstand back across the room once more before repeating this action again and again until the whole flimsy thing combusts when it crashes violently into the closest wall.

Breathing heavily, you slowly turn to face the irritation watching you do all of this, “Feel better Y/N.”

Pursing your lips together, you release your tight fists, “Yes.”

He nods, “What would you like me to read?”

“Something joyful…….please.”

Loki shares a handsome grin before giving you a respectfully small bow, “As the lady wishes.” Loki shares a small glance with your curious face before turning to search for a book. He kneels down and soon picks out a book colored in a deep blue, something foreign written in golden cursive on the front.

You slowly return to the ground, this time seated criss crossed as you lean half of yourself upon the glass as you try and get as close to Loki as physically possible. Which is difficult considering the hallway’s short distance keeping your cells apart, but you try anyways. He opens up the book and quickly looks up to catch your gaze before smiling and looking down at the first page.

Loki reveals the smallest blush before clearing his throat, “The Fox and the Raven.” You smirk at his adorable face, how focused and deep in thoughtful concentration he becomes as the words flow off of his sly tongue like molten gold. You could listen to him all day.

“Once there were two beings, equal in skill and game. Best friends since childhood even, but there was one thing that drove a wedge in their long relationship. Another. This beautiful being was beyond compare to that of any god or goddess alike. And the two friends where undoubtedly in love with them.

It began one windy day by the river, the beauty stood, washing their hair by the waters edge with not a mind to mess with anyone in their head. The two friends saw them and smiled. “I shall win their affections.” Claimed the dark haired admirer, Tala. “Not you silly fox, I shall be the one to draw their heart to mine.” Spoke Essek with great confidence, his bestfriend in the whole entire realm.

They looked to each other with clear frustration sculpted into their faces, so, the friends came to an agreement. Whoever failed to win over the water nymphs heart, that friend must stay in their animal form forever while the victorious one could live on as they always have. Maybe it was cruel. Maybe not at first.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months as the two friends would speak with the water nymph as often as they could. Tala in raven form and Essek as a dashing fox. All was going well as they played their little game of love until the water nymph began to grow quit fond of the raven for his talents in the sky and witty personality.

So much so that on the next full moon, the raven revealed himself to his true form before making love to the joyful water nymph on the rivers edge. And so the very next day when the fox arrived to speak with the nymph, he was surprised to find Tala laying underneath a weeping willow with the nymph in his strong arms.

The fox recoiled with jealousy before his heart shattered in two, Tala smiled a triumphant grin as the fox turned away in disappointment before rushing off into the woodland. Never to be seen again.

So that is why you can never trust anyone who is truly dear to you, for love is a fleeting thing and can turn friends into beasts for something as silly and pathetic as a beacon of affection.” Finishes Loki in an almost sour tone as you sit there on the cell floor, feeling a bit off and out of place from that abrupt turn of events.

You frown, “I thought you were going to read me a happy story?”

Loki closes the book, “I did.” Blue eyes on you in an instant.

“No. You really didn’t.”

Loki gives you an almost dumbfounded look, “The raven got to keep his original form and make love to the water nymph what else is there to want?” He questions like it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. Not.

“The fox is depressed now. That’s not very happy.”

“It was happy for those two, was it not?”

You roll your eyes, “It was. But a happy story should have a happy ending for everyone involved. That’s the point of a happy tale being told.” You counter as he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Not everyone gets what they want in the end, Y/N. That’s just life, some are fine and persist while others turn and run with nothing of any significance still clinging to them.”

You sit there a moment in bewilderment, soon rising to float threateningly by the glass, “That’s ridiculous! A happy story should be fucking happy! Love is supposed to be kind and beautiful, not this wedge that turns people against one another and supports a game that shifts into jealousy and disdain for one.”

Loki hums, “Well it is just a story after all. Love does that because it isn’t truthful ever, it’s a fleeting thing without any weight that only causes pain and disappointment.”

Your brows soon furrow at these dark words, “Oh and what do you understand about love?” You hotly challenge, voice accusatory and fierce.

“That it isn’t real.” Mutters the prince with a casual shrug, though his face flashes with uncertainty.

You scoff, “Is it now? You think love is a simple lie? A trick from the universe to keep races existing until their worlds collapse?”

“Yes.” Nods the Asgardian, “That’s what I believe.”

You take a breath, feet slowly touching the cool tiled floor as you speak, “You have no idea what it feels like then. So how can you claim it to be false?”

Loki crosses his arms, “True love isn’t real because that just cannot be realistic in any sense Y/N. Same thing as feeling happy or when you sneeze….the feeling is a feeling like butterflies in your stomach when you get excited. But like every emotion given, it leaves and the feelings are dulled or just dissipate altogether.”

“You’re wrong.” You bitterly mutter, voice low and filled with a somber hurt.

“And how would I be wrong then?” He wonders, truly curious to see how on earth you are able to counter this. He doesn’t wholeheartedly believe in love, though his growing affections for you seem to have him conflicted. He still wants to know.

“It is like magic, to be in love.” You reply, a faint smile ghosting your lips as you press your hands against the glass, “It is bright and brilliant and beautiful. It does not come and go like a fleeting spark from a dying flame. Love, like magic, forms from within when let into someone’s vessel. It is a power that always remains no matter where the person travels, or how old they become. Love, in the end and always through existence will remain. No matter what.”

Loki could have shed a tear at your beautiful explanation, yet his stubbornness persists, “A fairytale. Nothing more.”

“A fairytale? A fucking fairytale!?” You shout, voice rising in fury, “You don’t know anything but the lies you tell yourself you heartless bastard! All I wanted was a happy story that made me smile before I’m executed! And you couldn’t even give me that you selfish prick of a man!”

Loki’s heart grows cold as a winters morning, he blinks, forgetting how to properly breath at your heated declarations. He steps closer to the thin glass, brows furrowed in puzzled apprehension, “You’re being executed?” He asks, tone low and thoughtful.

Face falling into a deep frown, you lower your head in shame, “I have been condemned to die for my crimes above. Guess they’re not so simple as I had first claimed.”

“What do you mean?”

You let out a telling sigh, “I didn’t try and take the queens jewels, I tried to murder her..”

“You what?!” Whispers the Asgardian prince, eyes wide in shock, “What do you mean?”

Your gaze keeps trained onto the floor, “I am…well, I was….an assassin. Who, ultimately could not force myself to murder your mother Frigga, so I let myself be caught and taken. It’s the least I deserve for the life I’ve led. This is just how it goes, and I’m ready.”

Loki’s mind races, he never even suspected such a thing coming from you. Sure you’re indeed a beautiful mystery of a person who enjoys levitating in her cell for the hell of it. But your appearance and pose never revealed someone capable of homicide as their profession, least of all you.

And now, his father is condemning you to death rightly so, but Loki can’t help but think you don’t truly deserve this fate. Maybe, just possibly, he’d feel like he was losing a close friend. Someone who he never had any intentions of developing these strange new feelings for.

“I won’t let him end your life.” Suddenly speaks the prince, “You didn’t kill her, you actively chose not to, so I believe he could sway his final decision.”

You let out a breathy laugh, “Wishful thinking.” Just as three guards dressed in their true Asgardian golds walk to the front of your cell. Loki swallows, they dissipate the golden tinged force field, leaving you with nothing but air to keep you from their clutches.

“Y/N.” Softly calls the dark haired prince, voice small and desperate, he didn’t think they would take you so soon but what does he truly know anymore? Your sad eyes lock onto his as one guard snaps metal cuffs against your wrists, and another around your throat before he ushers you out.

Loki can’t tear his eyes from yours the whole time, and even after you’ve been dragged down the hallway and out of sight. He thinks, maybe you’ll return and it was all a big misunderstanding, a simple nightmare and he’ll wake any second now. But he knows this is foolish thinking, you’re never coming back. And he’s beside himself.

Loki bows his head in silent anguish, fists clenched tight as his heartbeat begins to race when suddenly he releases his grip and a small blast of green magic emits in the aftermath. Just enough power to knock some books onto the floor in protest. He doesn’t pick them up.

In the following days, Loki would pace around his cell like a nervous lion. Reading book after book to help pass the time though he couldn’t stop his racing mind from thinking about you. Where were you now? What had they done to you? Did it hurt?

He didn’t know and what’s worse is the guards only seemed to mock him about it, claiming your life was worth more dead then anything else. It stung like a heated iron spear left too long in the hot coals, he missed you beyond compare. How did you make him feel this way? When did that happen?

He missed your mischievous smile, your alluring eyes of curiosity and concealed chaos. The way you spoke to him like a person and not just a prisoner, or even a prince who’s disappointed his whole kingdom. You didn’t care, sure you lived to tease and pester him relentlessly, but you didn’t truly care about his current status.

You drew the attention out of him without even needing to try, brought a smile upon his face weather he was aware of it or not, and made him feel genuinely excited about waking up the next day. You became everything to him and more, and Loki hadn’t even realized this until it was too late.

But now you’re gone. And he will never see another Y/N for as long as he is to live.

Loki sits with his back against the wall, hair undoubtedly a wild mess closely matching that of the room about him. Books, clothing, furniture, and other personal belongings lay around his cell like the aftermath of a furious hurricane. He didn’t mean for this to happen, but when he got word that his mother was injured in the attack by the dark elves and freed prisoners. He new it was his fault, he led them to freedom after all.

With his mother healing from her non fatal wounds, and the loss of his dear Y/N to the axe. Loki has been doing less then tremendous these past few weeks, clearly. The prince now closes his weary eyes, breathing steadily as a new presence makes itself known across the golden tinged glass. He doesn’t care to look.

“Well don’t you look sad.” Teases a familiar voice, not condescending but just enough to make him laugh if he felt like it.

He opens his eyes to find your smirking face, body safe and sound wrapped in a cloak of white and intricately laced gold. How absolutely beautiful you are. His brows furrow as he mutters, “You’re just an illusion.” Voice horse and filled with doubt.

You raise a brow, “So is this?” You ask in reference to the clean cut illusion Loki is controlling, “I think not. I can see right through it.”

He forgot about the illusion he’s been creating since his breakdown, of course you’d see right through it, “You died. And my mother is hurt.”

“So you lost control within yourself and chose self deprecation? And apparently…chaos.” The trickster god rolls his tired eyes which causes you to chuckle, “I see my passing onto greater things has weakened your ego.”

He scoffs, “Your ghost form does not amuse me.”

Taking a glance down the vacant hallway, you step right through the golden tinged force field like it’s nothing more then air. “Loki Laufeyson, I am not a phantom or a dreary pigment of your imagination you foolish prick. I am Y/N, Goddess of Chaos and Magic. And someone who has missed you deeply.”

Loki frowns, blue eyes focused up at your truthful face as he sighs, “I….I don’t think I understand what is happening.”

You approach his side before kneeling down to reach his level, you two have never been this close before, “My tale was true as the forming of this realm itself. But your mother saw me for who I am, not what I have been enchanted to do with my life. So she gave me another chance to live, and so I did. To protect her and guard her until she deems otherwise, that’s why I’m still alive and that’s why your mother still has a beating heart.”

Loki reaches out for your hand that you gladly let him take, “Those prisoners..”

“I killed them. Every last one of those fuckers and the damn dark elves who attempted to crash their ship into the great hall. Let’s just say, it didn’t go according to their plans.” You explain, pausing for a moment to share a longing look with the Asgardian prince.

The corners of his lips rise into a soft smile, a deeply relieved one while you look down at your laced fingers, “Loki.” You whisper before drawing your head up to properly look at him.

“Yes.”

“I’m still counting on a better story.” You muse as he lets out a breathy laugh.

“Unfortunately none of these books happen to provide a decent tale, my dear.”

You gently squeeze his hand, “In that case I’ll bring you all the books stuffed in that giant library. There’s bound to be a good one, something happy.”

“I’d like that.” Nods the prince.

You smile, “But I have to ask you one thing.”

“Of course.”

“Did you miss me?”

Loki squeezes your hand right back, “More then I’d ever missed anyone.” Reveals the dark haired prince as he reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, though his fingers linger on your cheek a moment longer before he slowly pulls them away and into his lap.

You can’t help but snicker which causes his face to scrunch up in puzzled embarrassment. Immediately do you reach up to cup his cheek, “I felt the same way. And I think I might feel a bit more too, quit possibly a lot more. No. Yes definitely a lot more then I first led on from a few weeks ago in fact and all I must admit to you now Loki Laufeyson or Odinson..prince of Asgard I think I’d like to kiss you now if that’s okay with you.”

Loki blinks, did he hear you right? “oh.” He mumbles, clearly unsure of himself or whatever wonderful thing you just said.

You immediately remove your hand from his cheek, “Too soon. Sorry I just thought I read you right maybe I was wrong I can just leav….” You don’t even have a moment to finish your sentence when his lips press pleasantly against yours.

His hands hold your face while your own hands gently grip onto his forearms for support in your awkward positioning, with him sitting and you still crouched. But it matters not when his lips move in time with yours, he feels so lovely, like a hundred roses pressing against your skin.

Giving you that soft velvety feel, you could kiss him all day if he’d let you. Though soon enough the two of you must break for some air, and with that do you pull him to his feet while you float just inches off of the messy ground. Loki never once taking his hand away from yours.

“How can you….how can you do that?” Wonders the prince as he glances from the ground to your face.

You shrug, “How can you move things with your mind?”

He smiles, “I guess, I just can. A terribly lackluster explanation I know, but perhaps I’m not truly certain how either.”

“Well let’s not dwell on the unknown for too long, this moment right now is too sacred for anything else. And though I have to leave, I will return to you…..and next time with more books. Then you will have no choice then to read them all to me.”

Loki hums, “I don’t see a problem there.” Before whispering in your ear, “Maybe bring some wine, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend an evening.”

You share a bright grin, “As the spoiled prince asks, but it will cost you.”

Loki raises an intrigued brow, “Cost what?”

“A kiss. Before and after I do your bidding. Can you settle for those terms?”

Loki’s lips pull into an adorable smile, cheeks almost dusting pink at your new flash of boldness. He’s never met anyone quit like you in all his years alive. “I believe those terms are acceptable.”

You give him a wink, “Good. See you then.” And with that do you crash your lips against his for on more heated embrace before leaving one final kiss to his slender cheek and floating out of the cell you go. Stopping behind the glass to give your new lover one last fleeting look, “Miss me you prick.”

Loki smirks, “Always.”

[heauxplesslydevoted]

Everybody Talks (Ethan x MC)

Summary: At a conference hosted by the American Medical Association, Ethan stumbles upon an unpleasant conversation about his girlfriend.

Warnings: None

~v~

Ethan watches as his girlfriend owns the room. At the American Medical Association conference in their own city of Boston, in the large ballroom of The Ritz Carlton, he quietly observes from the corner as she excitedly chats with a Dr. Catherine Stanley, a renowned surgeon from Columbia, while everyone within an arm's reach of her is drawn in by the sheer magnetism of her presence. He’ll never get tired of watching her like this. Naomi is completely in her element. Whenever she’s in a deep conversation about medicine, her posture loosens, her nose crinkles, and her voice takes on a pitchy breathiness the more and more excited she gets.

So caught up in thinking about her, Ethan doesn’t even notice that she’s walking up to him until she’s within a few feet. She smiles brightly as she leans against the bar. “You’re not mingling.”

“You’ve known me for over three years now. I’m not one to mingle.”

“Come on, there has to be someone here you want to talk to.”

“You.”

Naomi rolls her eyes. “Mhm-hmm, you’re so charming, Dr. Ramsey.”

“I’m being very serious. Why wouldn’t I want to talk to the keynote speaker?”

When Naomi found out they wanted her to speak at the conference, she was almost certain they meant to speak to Ethan and that she accidentally answered a phone call meant for him. But they in fact wanted her, the newest and youngest head of the diagnostics team. Her meteoric rise up the ranks of Edenbrook had made quite the splash in the medical community, where everyone knew everyone. Whether she realized it or not, Naomi had become a wunderkind and everyone wanted a piece of her.

And while she was nervous, Ethan couldn’t be more proud of her. Naomi is brilliant, and it’s about time more people were rewarded with being in her presence long enough to see it.

Naomi groans and runs a hand along her midsection. “Don’t remind me that I’m giving a speech soon, my stomach is already in knots.”

Ethan holds up his tumbler of whiskey, angling the glass towards her. “Want some liquid courage?”

“No, eating or drinking might make it worse. I won’t feel better until I’m on the other side of it.”

“In the three years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen a shy bone in your body. Where are the nerves coming from?”

“I’ve never done something like this,” Naomi responds. “I’ve never given a speech in front of hundreds of people–maybe even more, this place is packed. Public Speaking is the only class I ever got a B in in college.”

Ethan gasps teasingly. “The horror.” He chuckles softly as Naomi pokes him in the rib. Moving closer, Ethan clasps a warm hand around Naomi’s shoulder, massaging gently. “You’re going to do just fine. Better than fine, even, you’re going to be amazing. You’re smart, charming, funny, and eloquent, and the directors knew what they were doing when they chose you to speak. And besides, nearly all of Edenbrook is here to support you. Lahela might’ve even snuck in a camcorder.”

It's a slight exaggeration, but a lot of physicians practicing at Edenbrook belong to the prestigious association, and did not want to miss the chance to see one of their own speak.

“Ugh don’t remind me. It’s easier speaking to a crowd of nameless, faceless people. What if I forget my speech? What if my accent becomes super obnoxious and no one can understand me? What if I trip on stage?”

“You could always picture everyone naked, I’ve been told that it helps.”

Naomi blanches at the suggestion. “No, I don’t want to picture all of these people naked.”

“Good, because that was a trick suggestion,” Ethan murmurs. He rests his forehead against Naomi’s, his lips hovering mere centimeters from hers. “The only person you should ever be visualizing sans clothing is me.”

“Lucky for me, I get to do a lot more than just visualize.”

The happy couple share a kiss before Ethan nuzzles his face into the crook of his girlfriend’s neck, whispering quiet words of encouragement and affirmation.

On the other side of the bar, a group of women watch the jarring public display of affection play out. Ethan Ramsey was notorious for hating medical conferences, never engaging or interacting with people. He was also known for being perpetually single, so to see him so open with another person felt like foreign.

“I still can’t believe the two of them are together,” Dr. Nicole Harrington whispers to her group of friends as they gawk at the pair. While she works in New York, it’s hard to not be aware of the story behind Dr. Ethan Ramsey and his young protege Dr. Valentine, especially since she’s in touch with so many Boston-based doctors. “I can’t believe Ramsey is so open with her.”

“I think they’re cute,” Nicole’s friend, Monica coos. “I’m a hopeless romantic.”

The third member of the party, Greta stays silent. She’s one of the two people within their group with actual ties to Edenbrook, her husband having been attending there for almost 8 years now. Her husband Ashland keeps her up to date on all the ins-and-outs of hospital gossip, and she knows all about Ethan’s messy entanglement with his former resident.

“He wasn’t even like this when he dated Harper Emery,” their last friend Angelica whispers. As a neurologist herself, she’s worked alongside both Ethan and Harper for a long time, and while the hospital knew of their relationship, if you weren’t looking for the extremely subtle signs, you’d never know they used to be together. For years, at that. But for some reason, Ethan can’t seem to go 5 seconds without being near Dr. Valentine. Within the walls of Edenbrook, it's becoming harder and harder to see one without the other. “And she’s Harper freaking Emery for Christ’s sake.”

The conversation pauses as someone on stage taps the mic, gathering everyone’s attention. Out of the corner of her eye, Greta watches as Ethan plants another kiss on his lover’s forehead and she disappears in the crowd before she’s introduced as the evening’s guest speaker.

Ethan doesn’t know why his girlfriend was ever so nervous because as soon as she accepts the microphone and starts to speak, he’s transfixed.

His tunnel vision is split when he hears an aggressive whisper from a few feet away. Frowning, he turns around, fully prepared to demand that whoever has the gall to interrupt Naomi’s speech should shut the hell up, but he stops when he realizes that they’re talking about her.

“She’s been a member of the AMA for what, 3 seconds and she’s already giving speeches? Are we in the freaking Twilight Zone?”

“I guess it pays to keep Ethan Ramsey’s bed warm.”

Greta scoffs, finally acknowledging the conversation. “Ashland tells me everything about the two of them, and it’s all so messy. She’s been leading him around like she’s dangling an apple in front of a horse since she got to Edenbrook. He gave her preferential treatment her intern year, and miraculously she gets the coveted fellowship on the Dr. Banerji’s team. He gets promoted, and surprise, surprise, he gives her the team, wrapped up in a neat little bow. Never mind the fact that she should be nowhere near leading a team, she killed a patient her intern year. So for him to be...parading that young girl around is tawdry and disrespectful to the hospital.”

If this was a cartoon, Ethan is almost positive his face would be very red and steam would be wafting out of his ears because that’s how angry he is. The audacity of these women to stand a mere 8 feet away from him and trash talk the woman he loves is disrespectful on so many levels.

Obnoxiously, he clears his throat, garnering their attention. The only one with the decency to look slightly embarrassed is Monica, as Ethan catches her cheeks flushing under his harsh attention.

Angelica stands up straighter, “Chief Ramsey, we were just–”

“Participating in a misogynistic diatribe against a fellow doctor,” Ethan finishes. “Question, did any of you graduate at the top of your classes from a top 10 ranked medical school?” No one dares respond. “Out of the 4 of you, did you guys save Naveen Banerji’s life while he was dying of sepsis? Have you spent your after hours holed up in the NICU with your patient’s newborn baby? Any of you face a near death experience and come back to the scene of the crime in order to help more people?”

Ethan’s eyes narrow at Angelica and Greta in particular. “When Edenbrook nearly shut down, I don’t remember seeing your face as we worked tirelessly in the free clinic Dr. Banks, nor do I recall seeing your husband Mrs. Park. I don’t remember him lobbying to politicians or attempting to secure funds during fundraisers, but I do recall seeing him show up at parties without you to flirt with nurses.”

Greta balks at Ethan’s words, clearly not expecting him to unleash such anger. “Dr. Ramsey, I’ll have you know that my husband–”

“Is spreading vicious gossip and lies about a doctor with higher ranking than him. Dr. Valentine got her spot on the diagnostics team fair and square. She was the number 1 intern so Naveen picked her. When I left the team, she was the last tenured member at the time, with the most experience in how a team of such magnitude ran. She was the best pick for the job.”

“Over the course of her time at Edenbrook, she has more than proved that she earned her seat at the table, and to suggest anything else is an insult to her strengths and talents as a doctor, as well as my judgement. To suggest that I do not know to remain professional while I’m at work and the only reason she’s in the position that she’s in is because of our private relationship isn’t just a lie, but a dangerous and slanderous one as well. And if someone so much as ever implies it again, I will slap them with a lawsuit so fast their head will spin, and the closest they’ll ever get to practicing medicine again is slapping Band-Aids on kindergarteners.”

The group of women receive a threat loud and clear And they remain silent not wanting to be at the receiving end of anymore of his wrath.

Ethan sighs heavily. “Well, now that this pesky conversation has come to an end, I’m going to continue to listen to Naomi’s speech. The one that she was hand selected to deliver, while the rest of you are in a position to do nothing more than watch from the crowds.”

With the catty group of women stunned into silence, Ethan smiles, his work complete. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, ladies.”

They watch as he downs the rest of his drink before sauntering off. Once he’s gone, Monica huffs out a shaky breath. “Well...I’ve always said there’s nothing more attractive than a man defending the woman he loves.”

~v~

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[havethetimeofyourstyles]

in which harry stumbles across your livestream.

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It was Harry’s usual Thursday night when he found himself lying in his bed with his laptop on his lap and a plate of his dinner in his hands. 

He was binge watching interior home designers on Netflix, letting out an ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ as they revealed the finished homes, practically envisioning his future home the same way. 

Thursday nights were practically the start of his weekend as he didn’t have classes on Fridays, and usually his friends and him would hang out, but he really just didn’t feel like going out nor did he have the social capacity to hang out and get drunk when he’s probably going to do that on Friday and Saturday. 

He simply just wanted a break, and that included staying inside and watching interior designers flip a house completely different, and eating his dinner. And he wasn’t ashamed that he enjoyed it. 

After a few episodes and an empty plate, Harry paused the next episode before it even started to put his plate away and grab a glass of water. As he was washing his plate, he heard the door open and close, followed by hushed giggles and whispers. 

“Shh. Harry might be asleep,” a voice said, but he knew it was you. You knew that he liked to sometimes sleep early, but he thought it was too early to be asleep, seeing as it was only eight p.m. 

“I’m actually in here,” he chuckled, making himself present with his voice. 

“Oh!” You said surprisingly, and another laugh was heard. 

You made your way to the kitchen, your guest following behind you as you saw Harry in just a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. 

“Hey, H,” you greeted. 

“Hi, love. Have fun tonight?” He asked. You had went to the bar to chill out from the many essays you had to write and exams you had to take, and Thursday nights were also a start to your weekend as well, so fuck it. 

“Yeah, I did, thanks for asking. This is Daniela, by the way,” you introduced the girl you had met at the bar. 

You had seen Daniela right when you walked in as her and her friends were sitting at the table right next to the entrance, and she immediately caught your eye. She looked right back at you, giving you some flirty eyes herself as you were dragged away by your friends and straight to the bar. 

After a few drinks and rounds of dancing with your best girlfriends, you saw Daniela walk over to the bar and order some drinks, so you decided that it was your chance to go up to her. 

You two had immediately hit it off, getting to know one another. She told you that she was a lesbian, and you proudly told her that you were bisexual. You also found out that you’re both in the same bio-chem class together, which definitely raised the excitement as she suggested studying together and you happily said yes. Then there was dancing while you two were both buzzed, completely forgetting your friends as you grinded against each other and kissed, not caring that you were practically putting on a show for everyone around you. 

And when you suggested that you took her home, she immediately said yes, and you dragged her outside as you waited for the Uber you called. 

“Nice to meet you, Daniela. I’m Harry,” he introduced himself, shaking her hand. “Her roommate and friend-”

“Best friend. C’mon, Harry, don’t put yourself lower than that,” you corrected and he smiled. 

“Alright, alright. My bad,” he laughed. 

“So, we’re gonna go to my room,” you winked him as Harry said ‘have fun’ before cleaning up a bit in the kitchen. 

He was glad that one of you was getting laid. He also noticed how happy you were, which he absolutely adored, and he thinks it has to do with the fact that you came out a year ago, and you’re now living your life to the fullest and happiest, and that’s all he wants; is for you to be happy with yourself and in general.

Harry met you at the end of freshman year of college as your friend groups met up with each other at a bar. He was a bit more shy than the rest of his friends, and didn’t immediately mingle with everyone until a few drinks in. But as you introduced yourself to his friends, you noticed him sitting down at the bar, not interacting with anyone. You were also somewhat on the quiet side, but was able to handle introducing yourself, so you completely understood why Harry acted the way he did when you two met. 

“Hey, not feeling it tonight?” You asked, taking a seat next to him. 

“Eh, not one for going up to people and initiating a conversation,” he said nervously. 

“I get that. Makes me nervous to go up to someone and talk to them, but I’m trying to get over that, so here’s me trying,” you chuckled as did he. 

“Well, we gotta drink to that then,” he said, and it took him by surprise that he was able to make a joke and laugh. 

It could have definitely been the liquid courage, but he was starting to warm up to you; joking around and becoming less tense as you two talked and drank. But that was because you were making him comfortable, to which he appreciated very much. 

Since then, you two have been by each other’s side. He told you that your friends kind of intimidated him because they were very out there, and that made you laugh slightly because it was very true, but you made sure to be by his side whenever your groups hung out. 

The group hangouts turned into one-on-one hangouts with just you and Harry. He was definitely more comfortable with you, and he really enjoyed your company and presence. 

Both of your friends had expected you two to end up together, but you two realized that you were better off as friends—who knows if you two will end up together, but for now, you were happy being best friends with him as was he. 

It was a year, the end of sophomore year, when you wanted to move out of the dorms. It wasn’t like you didn’t like your friends and roommates, but sometimes you wanted your own space and that didn’t help when there’s two other people in the same room as you. 

So Harry suggested that you both find a flat together since he was on the lookout for a flat anyways, and it’ll help him a ton with bills and whatnot. You excitedly said yes after you asked him if he was sure that he wanted to move in with you, and if he was extra sure that he wanted to since you’d be there when he would take home people. He laughed, and said that he didn’t care and wanted to live with you, saying it’ll be fun. You both had gotten quite close throughout that year and practically told each other everything, so it’ll be even better to live with someone you both trust. 

Junior year of uni, he noticed that you always came home with a sad frown on your face, briefly saying hi to him before going straight to your room and locking yourself up for hours. Harry tried figuring out why you were in such a mood all the time, and tracked his steps, seeing if he said anything wrong that made you upset. But he couldn’t figure it out as you both always had light and fun conversations during breakfast and dinner. 

And the frown went on for months until you both came back from Christmas break, and you told him that you had to tell him something very important. 

“Love, you can tell me anything, you know that right?” He said, reassuring you. 

“Yeah. It’s just…I’m nervous to,” you said, shaking your leg. Harry really wondered what happened during break that made you so anxious. He was worried that you wanted to move out and not live with him anymore, but he had to remind himself that it was probably not even about him as he told you to take your time. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here when you’re ready,” he said, and you nodded, giving him a smile before you walked off to your room to gather your thoughts. 

An hour later, you came out of your room and found Harry sitting on the couch, watching a film. You sat next to him, and he immediately turned off the TV, giving you his full attention.

You took a deep breath and started, “What I was trying to say earlier was that something about me has changed, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when I was still figuring it out, but I was just scared of what you would think,” you said. Harry started to get concerned, but he let you finish talking before he said anything. “So, I’ve always had an attraction towards girls, and I thought it was just me thinking a girl was pretty, but when I started to get nervous and flustered when a girl would talk to me, I realized that I really like them, and I would find myself flirting with them and longing to have something romantic with them. And then when I went back home for break, I met up with a childhood friend, and somehow…we kissed. It was so magical that it made my stomach flutter.” 

Harry had smiled softly as you told your story; knowing where this conversation was going, but of course, he stayed silent and let you talk. 

“So what I’m trying to tell you is that… I’m bi,” you had said nervously, hands shaking in your lap. You were trying to contain your tears from falling from your face as you shook your leg. 

“Love, I’m so happy for you,” he replied, opening his arms to comfort you from the anxiety you were feeling from telling him. You had softly sobbed into his shoulder, feeling the weight on your shoulders disappear as you had finally told the person you were closest to and who you trust the most. 

“R-Really?” You said as you pulled away from his hold. 

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be? I’m happy that you can be whoever you want to be and I’m here to support you,” he said, holding your arms and running his hands over your skin. 

“Thank you, Harry,” you smiled at him, feeling ultimately grateful for your best friend and his acceptance. 

Harry smiled at the memory as he heard giggles through your door, and he chuckled as he finished cleaning before heading to his room. He was feeling a bit tired and despite it being a bit earlier than his usual bedtime, he decided to call it a night a try to get some sleep, deciding that he could go on a run in the morning since he was sleeping early. 

But after an hour of tossing and turning, he gave up trying to get a restful sleep, and opened his laptop to put on some Netflix, hoping it would lull him into a deep slumber. He was comfortably watching a random show until his hand grazed his crotch, and he realized he hadn’t relieved himself nor had he had sex in a while. 

So, he pushed his boxers down his legs, kicked them off the bed, and took off his shirt before he grabbed some lube and pumped his cock as it immedately hardened in his hand. He began touching himself in the darkness of his room as he quietly groaned out and threw his head back on his pillow. 

Realizing he doesn’t have some kind of visual, he stops to search up cam girl sites on the internet so he can get a mental image in his head to get him off. He finally settled on one user that was doing a live stream called ‘KISSYPLS’ as the preview was a girl going down on another with a purple ambiance to the room. The room was dark, but not dark enough where he couldn’t see the two girls. 

The sound of the moans from his laptop were quite loud and he didn’t want you to hear it all the way from your room, so he grabbed some headphones from his bedside table, plugging in his earbuds into his ears as the sounds of the girls moaned and talked dirty to each other. 

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” the girl that was doing the eating out said before she crawled her way up to the other’s body. 

And the slightest moment as Harry was watching, the girl on her back had shifted down a bit as they kissed, and Harry’s eyes flew wide open once he glanced. He saw the face that he wouldn’t have expected he would see. 

His roommate. His best friend. It was you. 

You were being eaten out on his computer screen by Daniela, and he was in complete shock. He honestly hadn’t expected to find you because it was just a random scroll through the site, but holy fuck. 

You hadn’t had your account for very long—maybe about three months. But you thought it was a good way to make some extra money because the bills were stacking up and they had to be paid off somehow. And you loved the idea of getting off in front of a camera for random strangers who pay to see that shit. 

And of course, Harry didn’t know you were a cam girl at all. He hadn’t seen that coming when he was looking for something to get off to. But he wasn’t complaining. He just didn’t expect you to be the one on the other side of the screen. But there you were, showing your body and having sex with someone on camera for the (as shown) 27 people watching who are also horny as fuck. 

You as a person are already beautiful, he knew that, but your body was something else. The way your tits were shown so clearly on his screen with your tattoo that was inked right next to your left tit; as the purple light hit your skin. He wanted to take them in his mouth and devour them. 

You were sprawled out onto the bed, naked as Daniela was kissing you, and he couldn’t stop looking at you as your face looked while kissing someone. He was in complete shock that he stopped stroking himself, his dick in his hands as he watched you two make out. But once his cock twitched from the sight of your ass sticking up, getting a view of your glistening pussy and ass, he continued. 

You flipped Daniela onto her back, making her squeal in surprise before you started kissing down her body, leaving small and sweet kisses to her soft skin. You took her nipples into your mouth, sucking on it lightly as she moaned. Once you were lying on your stomach between her legs, you gave her inner thighs a kiss before licking one long strike up her pussy. You generally loved the way girls taste rather than guys, so your mouth salivates more when you’re with women, eating them out and tasting them, and pleasuring them to their orgasm.

You tongue focused on her clit, licking her sensitive bud relentlessly as your arms were looped under her thighs, and your hand reached up to grab one of her breasts, taking her nipple in between your finger and lightly pulling it. 

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. Her voice was much more high pitched than normal, but you think it’s hot as fuck. “Like that.” 

That encouraged you to continue sucking on her clit, and you brought your free hand to plunge two fingers into her wet pussy, curling up to meet the soft spot inside of her. Daniela’s back arched off the bed as her hair was spread out onto the pillow as she grabbed a fistful of your sheets into her hands. You pulled your mouth away from her to place your hand on her clit, rubbing it fast as you continue to finger fuck her. Daniela was an absolute mess above you, chanting that she was going to come as a way to manifest her orgasm. 

“C’mon, beautiful. Cum for me,” you encouraged her, the sound of your voice had made Daniela and Harry moan out with how sultry and seductive you sounded. Daniela’s peak washed over her as her hips bucked up, but you placed your arm on top of her thigh to stop her from moving as you calmed her down from her high. You licked her up once more, collecting her juices on your tongue before climbing up her body to connect your lips with her. Daniela could taste herself on you, and it turned her on even more despite just having an orgasm. 

Harry watched as you two kissed for a while. She wrapped her arms around your back, pressing her body against yours as you two made out, swirling your tongues together. Harry fondled his balls, intensifying the feeling before going back to stroke his cock. He gripped on his long hair with his other hand, so it felt like someone was in the room pulling his hair for him, and he closed his eyes. With the feeling of his orgasm coming, he was about ready to pump faster so he could get to his peak, but he heard your voice again. 

“I’m not done with you yet. Wanna cum again?” You asked her, and she nodded eagerly. “Want you to cum when I say so,” you told Daniela, and she nodded. Harry slowed his movements down as if he felt like you were personally talking to him, even though a lot of people on her live stream felt the way he did once she said those words. 

You fixed the laptop, pushing it back a little but still pointing it down to your bodies rather than your face. Giving Daniela a kiss, you situate yourself, putting one leg over her and the other under. You reach between you two, inserting your finger in her wet hole and bringing that wetness to her clit, and she does the same to you. 

Slowly moving closer to one another, you touch clits, rubbing it against each other as you two moaned out. The sounds coming from both of your mouths were loud enough that Harry had heard them from his room, and it genuinely felt like he was in the same room as he was also watching it on his screen. 

“Fuck, I wanna cum,” he groaned to himself. 

“You wanna cum?” You said, rubbing yourself on her and she whimpered out a ‘mhm,’ and you proceeded to grind faster. 

“Yeah, please let me,” Harry moaned. 

The feeling of both your wetness rubbing together was sending you over the edge as you felt like you were going to explode. Your moans had gotten louder, and you really hoped Harry was wearing some sort of headphones with loud music because you felt bad that you were being this loud, but you couldn’t help it. 

But little did you know that Harry was listening to everything. 

You felt like Daniela had waited long enough to release, so you grabbed her face gently, giving her a kiss. “Go ahead. Cum for me,” you said breathlessly as you were going to let go after she was done. 

Once Harry heard those words, he sighed in relief, letting out a loud groan as his orgasm was released onto his stomach. His abs clenched and his hips bucked into his hand. He grabbed a pillow and bit on it, concealing his moans as he came down from his high. With his chest heaving up and down, he looked over at his laptop to see you breathing deeply and he knew that you had just orgasmed as well. 

Your orgasms had hit both of you hard as you were left sprawled out on the bed, laying on opposite sides as your legs were still entangled with one another. Daniela sat up, pulling your body towards her, and she kissed you deeply, still feeling entirely breathless. 

“God, you’re amazing,” she said against your lips, and you smiled into the kiss. The live stream was still going on, so Harry continued watching you two interact with one another post orgasm. “Kinda wanna use that dildo of yours on you,” she smirked, and you chuckled, nodding your head eagerly. 

“Like a threesome, but with a dildo,” you joked, and she laughed. 

“Maybe we should have one?” 

“What? A threesome?” You asked, pulling back, and she nodded her head and shrugged her shoulders. 

“Yeah, why not?” 

“With who?” 

Just on cue, a knock was heard on your door quite loud, making you and Daniela turn your heads towards the door. Before you even had the chance to even get up, the door opened, revealing Harry in just his boxers. You couldn’t help but look down at his crotch area and see his cock hard. 

“Done with the show ladies?” He asked, smirking. The two of you were still completely naked, but neither of you cared to make an effort to cover yourselves. 

“W-What?” You stuttered and looked at Daniela as she had no clue what was going on either. 

“Watched your live stream,” he finally said, and your eyes widened. 

“How did you find it?” You asked, moving towards the edge of the bed, and Daniela stayed behind near the headboard. 

“By coincidence, I swear,” he said, walking towards you. “Was just scrolling and I was horny as fuck, and I stumbled upon it.” 

“D-Did you like it?” A nervous tone came with your words, and it was strange because you’ve never been nervous with Harry, except the time you came out to him. A huge part of you wanted him to say he liked it and that he enjoyed the show, and you really hoped he did. 

He stood in between your legs and looked down at you as you looked up. The sight below him was just something that irked him; you looking up at him with wide eyes, acting innocent and him looking down at you with a raging hard on, begging to be touched by you and your mouth. He placed his hands on both sides of your face, caressing your warm cheek as he studied you for a moment. The smear of mascara that laid under your eyes and your flushed cheeks made his cock twitch. 

Just from watching your live stream, he noticed that you were quite dominant in bed with girls. But with how you’re looking at him, wanting validation and reassurance from him, you’re submissive with men (or just him in general).

His stare was intimidating, and the dark purple light illuminating your room didn’t help. He’s never seen you naked and bare, so that added to the stress of if he likes what he sees. But you were surprised that you didn’t want to cover up in front of him. Throughout the years of being best friends and roommates, you two have never fucked. Although you have kissed multiple times, it was purely platonic and sometimes you just needed a kiss every once in a while. And as your best friend, Harry was happy to help. 

“Of course I fucking loved it. Wanna know my favorite part?” You smiled softly, nodding slowly as you looked at him with big and innocent eyes. He bent down, matching your eye level before he whispered, “Well, first of all you, of course. Looked so damn beautiful, I swear.” You blushed, and he continued. “But the part when Daniela suggested a threesome just a minute ago. If you and her are up with me being a plus one, then I am. Your wish is my command,” he said softly, kissing your nose.

Daniela gasped behind you, a big smile on her face as she crawled to the edge of the bed, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder before she spoke. 

“Well, looks like we’re gonna have a lot of fucking fun.” 

[kiame-sama]

Could you do a Yandere Silva where the reader is getting hit on by a butler with a death wish and Silva freaks and it ends with rough sex where reader won’t be able to walk👀🍵

Warnings; lemon, rough behavior, yandere relationship, yandere behavior, mentioned non-con, reader gets threatened, reader has female parts, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), 69, peak into the yandere mind of an assassin,

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You sat quietly in your room, relaxing back on the large couch and idly listening to whatever was currently on the TV. It had been a fairly quiet day, but most days were quiet (other than when Silva decides he needs attention). You were rather bored, slightly considered taking a nap or even calling for Silva just for some kind of entertainment.

Just as you were in the middle of deciding what to do, the door slowly began to open. This immediately put you on guard since the only ones who would enter your room tended to fling it open despite how unbelievably heavy the door actually was. You were quick to retrieve your panic button, a distress alert Silva had given you just in precaution for someone getting to your room. It only happened once that some fool decided to kidnap you without anyone knowing until you were already gone, but he made certain it would never happen again.

You fiddled with the small device nervously, watching the door with great anticipation for whoever it was on the other side. You were surprised to see a man you had never met before. He wore a suit identical to that of the butlers that worked in the manor, but all of the butlers should know better than to even come within twenty feet of your room.

"So you're the famous Zoldyck treasure. I can certainly see why."

He looked you up and down, making you feel far more exposed than you actually were. The man was blond and had bright blue eyes that seemed to glimmer in the light of your cell. He was fairly tall, though not as tall as Silva, and he had sun-kissed tan skin. The way he looked at you like a piece of meat made your skin start to crawl, so you subtly pressed the button and hoped that this man wouldn't have the time to do anything to you.

"You're quite the big mystery. Most here don't know what's in this room, and It's even one of the most enforced rules; don't go near this room. I can see why you're considered a treasure, a lovely thing like you would attract a lot of attention. But, I don't see why you're kept away from everyone like this. Can you tell me?"

"..."

"It's okay, I don't bite, unless you want me to. You must be such a fragile little thing, being locked up like this for your safety."

"I'm not locked up for my own benefit."

"Oh?"

"I'm here because my husband doesn't like sharing."

This, instead of making the man back off like you thought it would, the man only seemed to become more interested in you due to your words. He began a slow approach towards you, making you retreat until your back was pressed against the wall and he was mere inches away from you. You tried to turn your head away from him, keeping as much distance as possible between the two of you, knowing just how Silva will react.

"He doesn't have to know... Isn't it exciting, though? Sneaking around like this."

"No."

"Oh come on, live a little, sweetheart."

"Leave me alone."

"Nah, I don't think I will. In fact, no one even knows I'm here, so no one will come check on you. I could do so many things to your tight little body with the time I have... And no one would even hear you cry for help."

"Stop- Stop it."

"So scared. Good. I like 'em scared. You're gonna be so much f-"

He was suddenly cut off by the door slamming open with enough force to make the walls shake, him turning on his heel to confront whoever just arrived. You were quick to slide past the stunned man as he turned away from you, hurriedly making it to Silva's side and hiding behind him. The man had a look of pure terror on his face, clearly not expecting the terrifying assassin to appear.

You gripped tightly to the back of Silva's shirt, pressing your forehead against his broad back as you hid from the intruder that had threatened you so gleefully. The small glimpse you got of Silva's expression was enough to tell you everything you needed to know. He wasn't just mad, he was furious. Luckily, none of that fury was directed towards you.

Not only were his burning blue eyes filled with pure hate, they seemed to glow in the light of the room with a predatorial glint. He never really seemed to smile anyway, but his expression wasn't his usual scowl, it was akin to the stone-cold expression of a wild animal ready to kill. There was a palpable hate in the air that made it quite clear Silva had no intention to let the man live.

"Did he do anything to you?"

"He threatened me."

A low hum that sounded more like a growl rumbled from his chest, clearly displeased. The man had yet to move from his original spot, frozen in terror at the intimidating visage of your furious husband. Had the situation been different, and had the man not threatened you, you would have felt pity for him, but you felt no pity now.

"Explain."

"Wha-What?"

"Explain just what you are doing in my wife's room."

The man had already been terror stricken, but now all of the color disappeared from his face as he realized just how stupid his decision had been. He had assumed you were just another family member, maybe a sister or daughter. He only began to now realize just how fucked he was. Even though he was a relatively new butler, he knew of Silva's infamous temper and he also knew to never talk about Silva's wife, lest he wish for the most painful death possible.

He had seen Kikyo around, and since Kalluto was always trailing behind, he had assumed that she was Silva's wife and did his damndest to stay away from her and stay out of her path. He had heard stories about what would happen to anyone who took any level of interest in Silva's wife, but he had just figured it was meant as a basic warning about the woman herself. Yet here he was, staring at the most terrifying man he had ever encountered after just having threatened and attempted to force himself onto the very woman he was warned to never speak of.

"Well?"

"I- I didn't- I hadn't- but-"

"You've already exceeded my patience, filth."

"I'm- I'm sorry! I didn't know who she was! I wouldn't have said those things to her if-"

"Said what 'things'?"

"..."

You pulled away to look up at your towering husband, seeing him glance over his shoulder at you, his eyes far more gentle and loving. The glance was a clear prompt to speak, and you'd rather not push Silva's buttons at that moment, given his unyielding rage about to overflow.

"He threatened to rape me and said no one would hear me scream."

There was a sudden change in the entire room the moment you finished your sentence. It was a crushingly heavy pressure that seeped into every corner like a rolling miasma, consuming everything. The pressure quickly lifted from you, allowing you to breathe though it was clear the intruder did not receive the same kindness as he choked and dropped to his knees.

If you thought Silva was mad before, he was as tame as a kitten in comparison to the rage that now consumed him. You were well aware of Silva's knowledge in ways to kill a man, but it seemed more like he was interested in a slow drawn out slaughter. He never once looked away from the terrified man, even as he spoke in a gentle tone to you.

"(Y/n), go wait in our room. Don't come out until I tell you to."

"Alright..."

Quickly scrambling to the room you two shared, you caught a glimpse at Silva's expression and felt your heart drop into your stomach. Even though you knew he was not angry with you at all, that look alone sent fear running down your spine and into your very being. You closed the door and sat on your bed, hearing a sudden shrill voice begin screaming.

It wasn't hard for you to guess the kind of mood Silva would be in once he was done dealing with the man. There was no doubt in your mind he was going to be rough as well, knowing how he got when jealous. You also knew he would be jealous as all hell due to the man being in your room. It may not have been your fault and the man may be dead, but with Silva, jealousy didn't fade away.

There were few things you could do at that point to soften Silva's mood, and honestly him being rough wasn't that bad (so long as he doesn't break your bones). Given how terrifying just a glance at him was, you figured you'd do something that should brighten his mood and help soothe his jealousy a bit. You dug through your clothes picking out your white and blue lingerie- Silva's favorite for obvious reasons- and waited on the bed.

The screams had yet to stop, though they certainly took on a more gurgling tone the longer it went. You shivered slightly, wondering just what Silva was doing to the man, since he was an expert at torturing people. Though he has hurt you in the past- most being accidental- you know just how strong he is and just how deeply his few emotions impact him. Looking from the outside, he feels nothing, but with you he is extremely expressive in everything he does.

You lay back on the bed, thinking about how much you truly impacted him and how much your wellness meant to him. Hell, the man would move heaven itself if you wanted him to. He was the dominant partner, but he was also a slave to your every emotion.

While you let yourself get lost in thought, you slowly slipped off to sleep with Silva's pillow cuddled in your arms.

Movement on the bed drew you out of your peaceful slumber, letting out an upset whine at being woken. You were slightly disoriented from your sudden awakening and blearily blinked the sleep out of your eyes. As your brain began to fully wake as well, you realized that Silva was right above you, his large hands on either side of your head.

There was a faint feeling of surprise as you noticed not a speck of blood on the giant man. You figured he would have been soaked in the blood of that idiot butler, but not a single fleck of red marred his flawless skin.

"Trying to cheer me up?"

There was the slightest of smiles pulling at his lips as his eyes slowly dragged over your barely covered figure, letting out a low hum of pleasure and licking his lips slowly. He seemed almost too calm at that moment, but you knew the beast that dwells within would easily come forth once he began.

"It certainly does help..."

"I thought it would be nice to surprise you... but I guess I fell asleep before you came back."

"You are a wonderful creature, (y/n), did you know that?"

"Well, there has to be some reason you keep me around."

"Sassy thing."

His tone was teasing, but you knew he wouldn't be teasing you for very long, not with the way his sharp blue eyes roamed your body. He sat up, now letting his hands roam your soft body and squeezing every few seconds. No matter what mark may be on you- be it a scar, a birthmark, a mole, didn't matter- he adored you and held such reverence for you. Even when you gain or lose weight, you are a Goddess in his eyes, and he made sure to treat his Goddess well.

"Mmm, you do know how to rile me up."

"Lots of practice."

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair, watching his eyes narrow in bliss from your gentle touch. When you suddenly tightened your grip and tugged on his long hair, that calm expression changed in an instant. He was now less of a man than he was a beast, moving you suddenly so your legs rest on his shoulders, your back against the pillows.

He didn't say a single word as he gripped the lacy panties you wore between his teeth, pulling back in one smooth motion and ripping the delicate fabric with ease. You were about to whine at the destruction of his favorite set but you didn't even manage to get a single word out before he buried his head between your thighs, tongue easily sliding through your soft folds. He didn't bother with being slow in working you up, he just slid his tongue as deeply into you as he could to slurp up your juices.

The noises coming from him were obscene as he sucked on your soft pussy, low moans vibrating against you as he gripped your legs tighter, pulling you closer to his mouth. You ran your fingers through his hair, gripping tightly and tilting your head back with breathy moans. He held your hips still, making it so you were unable to do anything other than writhe in the pleasure he gave you.

It was clear that him holding you still was more of a dominance thing to reassure himself and soothe his burning jealousy more than it was to show his dominance over you. He was using your presence and your sweet moans as his own validation of being your one and only. Reminding himself- and in some ways, you- that you were still his and he had no intention of sharing you in any way.

You truly have only had honest social interaction with three people on a consistent basis and your five children on the odd occasion for more than twenty years. If that didn't give you a good visualization of how deep his jealousy runs, then it would be the contempt he has for his own children. As far as he was concerned, you only truly needed him in your life and no one else would have the chance or ability to get between the two of you.

He was much like a religious zealot with how fiercely he coveted you and everything about you. His tongue was as deep in you as possible while his large thumb rubbed your clit, blue eyes closed in bliss as if he truly received deep pleasure from taking care of you and pleasuring you like a wild animal did its mate. You were his everything, and he wanted your everything desperately enough he had you kidnapped only days after meeting you, already in deep obsession and fanatical adoration for you.

Continuing with endless stamina, he brought you up to mindless pleasure and kept you there, every whining cry you made only served to fuel his desire and increase blood-flow to his achingly hard cock. In typical Silva fashion, he completely ignored his own needs to not only ensure your pleasure, but to test himself to see how long he could listen to you moan before snapping and giving in to the starving beast within him. He was quite the dominant masochist when it came down to it, always adoring every scratch and mark you make on his fair skin but also making sure he was the one on top and in control.

With a loud sucking sound, he pulled away from your soaked pussy, licking his lips with hazy bliss filled eyes never leaving your shaking form. He was completely lost in his desire to possess all of you, and he gently trailed his warm hands up your soft front until he lightly gripped your chin, holding your mouth open. You were faintly worried about what he planned on doing while in such a blissed out state, yelping when he moved you down the bed with both hands before moving so his muscular legs were on either side of your head.

He slid his large cock slowly into your mouth, your jaw stretching a bit further to accommodate the rock-hard length. A deep moan rose up from his chest as he thrusted his hips a few times before returning to digging his tongue into your slick heat. He did the majority of the work to pleasure you both, ensuring to keep himself from making you deep throat him just yet. You reached up to rest your hands on his hips for your own sake should he unintentionally begin to choke you, but to Silva the contact of your gentle hands on his pale skin was overwhelmingly intense.

He was extremely touch starved when it came to you due to his distant and cold upbringing despite how much physical contact he actually had with you on a regular basis. Just another reason for him to be obsessed with the touch of your skin and the feel of your body against his. Each small brush of your hand anywhere on his body sent intense sensations running through his very being. To feel not a hint of affection during the critical developmental beginning years of his life left him distant and made him believe all outside touch would bring only pain.

Of course, when he met you, his entire world changed drastically. Your touch was gentle and brought no pain with it, only the sweet sensation of honest care and empathy. He had to have you, and only you. Only your touch brought him such calming pleasure and consuming affection. Even as he bucked his hips into your warm mouth, he was past cloud 9 in absolute bliss, sinking his tongue into your extremely wet pussy and almost desperately trying to bring you the same level of pleasure that he felt even when simply in your presence.

That's what he always tried to do.

He felt so much from and for you that he couldn't help but attempt to reciprocate that pleasure any chance he got. His addiction to your touch was likely why you two were still so sexually active even after decades together, that and Silva used that intimate connection to soothe his own mind consuming anxiety. It was why he became so irritable whenever he is away from your side for more than 24 hours. His mind drowns him in anxiety with every outcome of you being attacked while he is away.

It would destroy him to know something hurt you or you were unwell in some way while he was gone. He would feel like he failed you as your husband and that he failed you as your protector. He refused to fail. The cost would be too great.

You, on the other hand, happened to be lost in the feelings of pleasure running through your veins, to the point you didn't honestly notice much other than the warm cock in your mouth and the hot tongue on your pussy. Every moan you made only made that large length twitch and throb, feeling the slide of your tongue against his flesh as you let your fingers slide over his hips. It was clear he enjoyed it as he let out deep moans and growls of pleasure, holding himself back as long as possible.

Just when you felt the pulse of his heartbeat flutter, he pulled away from you, leaving you confused and slightly dazed. He was watching you try to collect your thoughts, proud he made you so delirious with pleasure that you needed time to return to awareness. His movements were slow and methodical as he positioned himself between your legs, raising your hips up so he could slide through your soft folds.

"Look at me, (y/n)."

His deep voice drew your scattered attention, staring up into his intense blue eyes in an almost questioning way. There was a moment of silence as he stared at you in adoration, not looking away from you as he slowly slid his firm length into you, watching the way you gasped and writhed on the bed. He gave you only a moment to adjust to his size once more before he began to thrust into your welcoming body, drowning in the tight embrace of your warm insides.

You moved up and down on the bed with each rough thrust, clawing at the sheets beneath you. Silva pound into you with such intensity you could barely draw in a breath before it was being forced back out with another rough thrust. He leaned over your writhing and mewling form to start pressing open mouthed kissed against your neck, biting down a few times to hear you yelp and whine. You wrapped your arms around him and let your nails bite down on his fair skin, shivering from his rumbling moan directly against you ear.

As you felt your orgasm creeping up with alarming speed, you reached up to his hair and gripped on the long locks, tugging hard enough to remove his lips from your neck. You had to stop tugging on his hair and just cling to him as his thrusts became rougher, pressing one of his hands against your soft stomach and feeling the way he moved inside of you. The increased sensation of his large cock rubbing against your tight walls practically made you scream in delight, your pleasure overwhelming and consuming you as your orgasm flooded your body.

"So tight..! You are mine. You will always be mine. I'll never let you go. I'll never let you forget."

You barely registered his crooning words due to your overstimulated nerves sizzling in your brain. He adored the hazy look in your eyes as you were consumed by the pleasure he provided you. That sweet expression on your lovely face was enough to push him over the edge, his hot cum painting your soft insides with every intense pulse.

When he finally pulled out of you, you were still trying to catch your breath and clung to his body with all of the remaining energy you had. The low humming chuckle that came from him was a soft and soothing rumble that was quite like the purr of some feral beast. You curled close to his warm body, snuggling down into his grasp as he pulled the blanket over the both of you, kissing your forehead gently.

"Mine."