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THE KATS FIGHTING FOR READER LIKE THEY WERE FIGHTING FOR THAT DAMN PROMOTION IN THE GABRIELLA MVVVV PLEASESSSS
( #! ) oo the plot was too good i had to write a lot


there wasn't a clear indicator on when this all started, on when their madness began. but to you, this was truly never-ending.
from your earliest memory, it all started on new years eve. music blasted from the speakers, a random song only popular in the 2010s filling the house. the inside was crowded—a sea of tipsy, carefree individuals no longer caring if they stand in anyone's way. the smell of sweat, somehow, and weed hit you immediately; overwhelming your already alert senses. it was a nightmare in there, but you kept pushing.
pushing your way into the kitchen, a hand grasped at your wrist. it was gentle, but firm enough to make you pause. “you're here!”
the cheery voice of manon filled your ears—a stark contrast to the chaos around you. “come with me, i wanna show you something.”
as soon as she started to pull you away another hand pulled you in the opposite direction. sophia appeared by your side, a hand resting on your shoulder. “actually, i was thinking she should come with me. i've been dying to get to talk to her more.”
manon's smile cracks. it's small, but doesn't go unnoticed by sophia. “well i had her first.” she tugged at your wrist, earning a scowl from the raven haired girl. “this isn't some ‘finders keepers’ bullshit.” sophia spat back, her hand leaving you to instead shove the other girl.
manon glared at sophia intensely, her grip on you loosening before she finally let go. “the fuck is your problem?” the tension was thick, a few bystanders watching their interaction. shit, this wasn't something you wanted to get involved in.
while the girls were distracted, you slipped away from them, weaving your way through the packed crowd.
it was good for a while. you managed to lose the fighting girls—finally enjoying the party rather than worrying. you'd managed to settle down on a somehow not packed couch in the living room; downing a drink of whatever concoction you were given. before you could fully enjoy your peace, megan came around to break it.
"hey, you enjoying the party?" she sat down next to you without asking. she was close, too close for it to be friendly—her thigh touching yours, knees knocking together. "it's alright." you took another sip of your drink, hoping the liquor will ease your nerves of what was to come.
megan was silent, too silent that it teetered on being unnerving. the usually bubbly, loud girl was now watching you like a hawk. her gaze moved from your lips to your throat, watching as you swallowed the liquid. she let out a quiet hum, moving closer to you. "you know what would make this party even better?" she began, voice husky.
"mind if i join you?"
your eyes snapped up as soon as you heard a new voice. lara. of course.
without another word she sat down on the other side of you, sitting just as close to you as megan. now, you were sandwiched between two girls vying for your attention—their gazes sharp as they glared at each other from either side.
"it's almost midnight, you got a kiss?" lara suddenly asked you. though, her eyes remained on megan whose narrowed once she heard the question. "actually, lara," megan made sure to accentuate her name, "i was hoping she'd be my new years kiss."
lara's jaw noticeably clenched at her reply, cocking her head to the side to look at you once more. "well, why don't we ask her instead?"
suddenly, all eyes were on you. their desperate, yet irritated, eyes fell upon yours. it was uncomfortable. if you chose lara, megan would get upset. if you chose megan, lara would get upset. if you left, both of them would get upset. it was a lose-lose situation—and you didn't know what to do.
"i.. um.." you hesitated, glancing between the two girls who watched expectantly.
"what about me?"
fuck, another one.
daniela's voice broke the silence, eyes moving towards her standing figure. she watched with folded arms, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lip. "you two are just freaking her out. she should just be my kiss. i'd be better, anyways."
"what the fuck, daniela?" megan's voice rose in pitch, astounded by the accusation she placed upon them. lara was equally shocked, scoffing at the insinuation. "i'm not a bad kisser."
"mhm, sure." daniela nodded, voice dripping in sarcasm. the brunette let out a sigh, extending a hand towards you. "c'mon, there's only a few more minutes until midnight."
lara stood, trying to swat daniela's hand away. "no way! you're not winning this time, dani."
megan mirrored lara, placing her hands on her hips as she came eye to eye with daniela. "yeah, no way." she looked back towards you. "just let me be your midnight kiss."
objections came from the other girls immediately, bickering ensuing between the three women. the clocked ticked down, nearing closer and closer to the expected hour. closer to the moment you'd have to choose.
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★ EPISODE 02. SLOTH
SUMMARY. a certain producer has been bothering shinsou since before the set up with hanta—you’re urgently wanted in a video with UA bombshell todoroki shoto! how exciting and nervewracking; he’s only one of your biggest fantasies, right? oh, and it looks like it’s shower scene too . . will he live up to your expectations?
WARNINGS. 18+ content, mdni. fem! reader, shower sex, oral, unprotected sex, awkwardness. wc / 6.1k
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shinsou calls you when the sun is sinking below the horizon and its colors are bleeding through the sky in picturesque streaks. you’re standing in front of the window when you pick up your phone, body thoroughly relaxed since returning from a trip to a nearby spa. tokyo is still very new to you, but it was hanta who’d kindly given you the recommendation.
“hey. sero told me the shoot went well. is that accurate or is he pulling my leg?”
his voice crackles through the phone and you just laugh at the idea of hanta playfully messing with people. it suits him, and makes him all the more attractive.
the shoot did go well—actually, that’s an extremely mild way to put it. your debut shoot had gone much better than you could’ve expected it to; your co-star is just being modest. still, even hours later, you can feel him on your skin.
not the grip of his hands on your waist as he positioned you on his lap, nor the pleasant sting of his teeth grazing along your lip in the middle of a graceless kiss.
once the cameras had stopped rolling, hanta helped to sit you up so that you could be comfortable against the cushions. instead of collecting his clothing off the floor and getting dressed, he’d just walked butt-ass naked around the whole room to find a pack of baby wipes. he tore them open and sank to his knees in front of you, as if to worship. gently, without haste, he began to clean the mess away from your inner thighs and pelvis.
when you flinched from the coolness of the wipe, he only ran his fingers along the curve of your hip and apologized, reminding you to stay still nonetheless. in comparison to the shoot, it was soft. entirely genuine and completely caring.
and it surprised you more than you expected it to. such a simple act of respect and compassion, and yet it’s all you can feel hours later. oh, and he was close—so close that you could see the light freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose.
“he’s just being modest,” you’re trying to think of a way to explain that you really liked hanta without divulging too much about the shoot. if he wants details, he can watch the video when it’s uploaded to UA’s website. “we actually connected right off the bat. he really helped me to get past my nerves, and it was a perfect introduction to UA.”
shinsou hums thoughtfully, “i’m happy to hear that. since i’m still in my office, do you want me to add him to your yes list? if you’re still thinking about it, i suppose i can do it another—”
you don’t mean to cut him off, but you do. filming with hanta in the future? where can you sign up? “yeah, put his name down. thanks, shinsou.”
the clacking of a keyboard makes itself heard on his end as he adds hanta to the list.
“oh, i’ve gotta ask. are you up for a shoot the day after tomorrow? i know it’s kind of fast to be scheduling you, but there’s a producer that wants you in a video. he’s been asking since before i scheduled you with sero.”
“do you have any details on it? or should i just show up and find out?”
“never do that,” shinsou chuckles, checking his inbox on his work computer. it doesn’t take long for him to find the email he’s looking for. “producer wants to pair you with todoroki shoto. the set isn’t at the studio, like it was today. you’d be filming at a condo in koto-ku.”
it isn’t very far from your apartment or UA studios, but the detail about the off-studio set isn’t what catches your attention. it’s the name of your potential co-star, todoroki shoto. you know him as well as any thirsty fan does. he’s a fucking knockout, and you’ve always wanted to meet him in person. even just meeting him at an adult trade show and shaking his hand would give you enough masturbation material for an entire year!
you try to keep the earnest excitement out of your voice by reminding yourself that this is a professional phone call with your manager about your job, not an invitation to join love island.
“sounds good. send me the details once you have them and i’ll do it.”
. . .
you’re so keyed up you nearly scrape the side of someone’s car when you’re parking at the condominium. in all fairness, you’re filming with the todoroki shoto! UA’s pretty boy and easily the catch of the century—how could anyone even act normal about this?
luckily, you have some time to gather yourself when you’re ascending the stairs. shinsou forwarded you the information he’d received from the producer, and the cringe of what you’d be filming didn’t bother you one bit. the provided information about the loosely scripted, caught in the shower scene absolutely did not register in your mind. all that stood out to you in the email was shower sex and todoroki shoto—the only things of importance in the block of text.
this must be some sort of divine intervention.
someone upstairs must’ve witnessed your struggles and experiences at shiketsu, and decided to pay you back with interest. all of that workplace bullshit, those lousy fucks—maybe all of that was worth it, if this is what you get in return. an invitation to be at the top, a decent manager, and some hot co-stars. could this even be classified as working anymore? this feels more like living a dream shared by thousands of people, all of which would kill to have this chance.
according to shinsou’s directions, you’re right where you need to be. you knock on the door and quickly step back, practically vibrating with anticipation. what if your co-star has been practicing positions in the shower and answers the door shirtless? you’re drooling at the thought!
the door swings open, and less than a second later, you’re standing face to face with a middle-aged man. he offers you a friendly smile and extends a hand, skin visibly wet.
“you got here just in time! we’ve been working to prep the set, but it’ll take a little while before we get to filming. one of our mics got wet, so two of the guys are out getting another from the studio.”
part of you deflates a little inside, but your hopes were just too high. in fact, the director answering the door only adds to the amount of butterflies in your belly—the wait means that everything will be made absolutely worth it. he lets you in, and you follow him to the set while he goes on about where you can set your purse down during filming and how the kitchen fridge is actually full of food and drink. apparently, the producer personally owns this condo for filming and uses it regularly, only ever swapping out the talent. you’re way more focused on when you’ll be meeting your co-star and how well you’ll mesh together, but you still nod or say something periodically so he knows you’re somewhat listening.
at long last, your prayers are answered.
todoroki shoto stands in the middle of the bathroom, wearing more clothing than he needs to. he’s holding onto an old shower curtain, expression blank, but then his eyes land on you and his lips press into a small, almost imperceptible smile.
and, bless his heart, he waves. “hi. nice to meet you.”
you manage to control the impulse to scream and say that you’ve been dying to meet him, schooling your pounding heart into submission. so, to match him, you wave back. “hey. are you replacing the shower curtain?”
“yes. it seemed pretty dirty.”
without elaborating, shoto folds it up and slips past you, out of the bathroom. the director is fiddling with a camera to make sure it’s still on when he glances over at you, feeling the need to assure you.
“he doesn’t talk much. it’s nothing personal, he’s just really quiet.”
“i thought that was the case,” you set your purse down on the counter, pushing it far away from the sink. “i don’t really mind. i’ve filmed some stuff with quiet co-stars, it’s no big deal.”
who the hell cares if he’s quiet right now? you’ll be able to draw him out of his shell once you’re both stripped naked and the camera’s rolling.
you can hear commotion and the opening of a door. the director steps back, clapping his hands. “okay, the boys are back. you can help yourself to the fridge while we get this set up, and then we’ll be ready to start rolling.”
. . .
“go ahead and turn around so that your back is facing us. yes, there you go. once we’re recording, you’ll strip, get in, all that business. todoroki, you went through the notes? you know when you’re supposed to step in, yes?”
your co-star nods, the packet of notes on the shoot in his hand. his face remains neutral despite all of the conversation filling the room, and he’s looking at the freshly replaced shower curtain—or maybe he’s looking at you. the director says something, gesturing to the camera mounted on the shower wall, but you’re too caught up in following the direction of shoto’s gaze to register what’s said until your name is said.
“everybody good to go?” the director looks around the room, making sure that everyone nods, including yourself. “in that case, action!”
with as much sexiness and grace as you can muster, you slide your top up and off of your head without any struggle. your shorts are next to go, leaving you in your matching bra and panties. they’re not the same as the ones you’d worn with hanta; you hadn’t been able to find those even after the shoot wrapped up, so you just assumed they’d been thrown away. after all, he’d absolutely shredded your panties.
you unclasp your bra and shrug it off. the packet of notes on the shoot didn’t give you much information about each scene, looking like it had been torn away from the writer while they were still brainstorming. messy bullet points with complicated annotations were scrawled below every titled scene—one of the things that had you furrowing your brows was a nondescript bullet point reading sexify soap bottle highlighted in both yellow and blue. who the hell is the producer behind this? yes, you’re thankful that they set you up with shoto, but they need to get their shit together when it comes to giving actors material to go off of. it’s either a neat, legible packet or nothing at all!
emphasizing the slight recoil of your asscheeks as you pull the panties down is a little bit awkward. actually, it’s very awkward, but you have no choice but to push through it. you rush to kick the underwear off and hop into the shower; the camera has seen enough of your ass when you’re undressing. whoever isn’t skipping the slow, teasing removal of clothing scene in the beginning of most porn videos has some serious patience!
anyway, you step under the warm spray. the water pressure is just wonderful, as nice as a hotel shower, and all you can smell is the fresh, new shower curtain. colorful bottles of shampoo and body wash line the shelves, just begging to be grabbed, so you give in, selecting a sweetly scented wash. it pours smoothly into your palm with a soft squirt, and fragrance curls through the air as you start to soap up your legs.
you don’t realize the minutes have gone by until you’re in the middle of spreading the suds all over your tits, and the shower curtain is unceremoniously pulled to the side. the culprit is grasping the plastic, which is printed with rubber duckies all over it, and he manages to look smoking hot rather than unserious. oh, if this was for real, you wouldn’t mind having a roommate like him walking in on you in the shower. hell, you’d make sure your apartment is outfitted with a glass shower if it meant he could watch you get all sudsy!
shoto’s cheeks are the lightest shade of pink as his eyes shamelessly dart from your soapy tits to your face. it’s clear that he doesn’t know where to look—you barely manage to keep the smirk off your lips, remembering that you’re supposed to feign surprise.
“i thought i heard a noise, like you slipped . . or something.”
fuck improv. shoto’s done with having to come up with ridiculous porno lines. he doesn’t watch nearly enough stuff by his lonesome to get creative. like, if you’re a producer hiring him for a shoot, why does he have to come up with dialogue for your video? and for the love of god, any scripts or note packets given must be neat and legible, with useful details or annotations!
the gray and turquoise of his multi-colored eyes look like precious gemstones. how is it possible for someone to hit the genetic lottery like he did? shoto’s skin is clear and smooth, in the kind of way that doesn’t come from just expensive and high quality skincare. behind you, the water falls onto the tile, hitting it like rain, and you realize it’s time to deliver your line.
“i’m pretty sure i locked the door,” then you raise an eyebrow at him, glancing meaningfully at his grip on the curtain and how far he’s pulled it back, “don’t tell me you broke in, roomie.”
shoto’s face darkens with embarrassment, and all you can think to yourself is wow, he’s really such a good actor! with the curtain drawn back, the spray makes its way out of the shower and onto his dry clothing, dampening the fabric. naturally, your eyes begin to wander, raking down his body until you spot the lump of his half-hard cock in his sweats.
“i didn’t break – alright, i did,” he submits easily, chewing on his lower lip while his gaze flicks from your face to your chest. “but shouldn’t you have made it so i didn’t have to?”
suds slip down your chest, mingling with water and pouring down your slippery body. they mostly dissipate on their way down, but a few traces of soap catch in the hair at your pelvis. you swish your body from side to side, setting a hand on your hip for your next line. he looks up, catching the slightest twitch of your lip—are you holding back a laugh or a smile?
“you’re blaming me for not making a move? don’t think i haven’t seen you skulking around every single day. you’re my roommate, and you’re acting like you wanna be my boyfriend or something.”
again, fuck improv! this entire genre of unscripted hot roommate porn needs to die immediately, but he pushes it out of his mind in favor of thinking useful thoughts. it feels like it’s too early to call a cut, but what if—no, he’s got it. what does any not-so-good actor do when they’re struggling in the middle of a scene? they think of their co-workers and dive into the scenario to better understand it. you are his hot roommate that he’s been lusting after, and he needs to act like it!
you don’t expect him to pull back, and clearly, neither does the director—the man is squinting in confusion from behind shoto, whispering profoundly to the guy opening a laptop.
he clears his throat, suddenly stepping back. “you never once stopped me or called me out. i’m, uh, sorry for misreading the situation.”
before shoto can fully turn around, you do the first thing that comes to mind.
you reach out and grab him by the dick. that definitely gets his attention; his eyes widen a fraction, and genuine surprise just looks so good on him that it makes your thighs squeeze together. he stares at you, a vehement mixture of both arousal and incredulity buried in his eyes, and you’re still holding him in place. it’s too early to let go, so you squeeze, reeling him in like the catch he is.
“i never said you read things wrong . . and maybe—maybe i liked the attention too much to stop you.”
shoto kisses you right then and there, pressing himself against you so that he’s halfway in the shower. the shower water hits him like rain, soaking his hair, and you realize that if you weren’t completely naked and working to tug his pants down, this could almost be a scene straight out of the notebook. his hands wander to your bare ass and he kneads the flesh there, more for himself than you.
“cut! cut before anything goes further!”
the director is quick to stop recording, holding a hand up as he gets to his feet. he looks toward a member of the camera crew, who is opening tabs and programs on the laptop. “hold on for a second, we just have to make sure the camera in the shower is recording correctly.”
shoto looks like he’s in pain when you let him go, but he doesn’t say anything.
“so,” you smile warmly, reaching out to brush your fingertips along his arm as you talk. “i liked your improv. you really brought the idea of the video to life with all of that.”
yes, it’s a totally regurgitated compliment from your shoot with hanta. you made sure to say it with as much charisma and friendliness as he did, and yet, shoto remains placid. he nods, his lips pressing into a straight line. for a moment, you think he’ll strike up a conversation, but he only says, “thank you. you too.”
oh, so he’s shy. it’s not completely shocking, considering your line of work—it’s easy to be bold and sexy on camera, but actually talking? it can be more difficult for some actors and actresses. although, if you were being completely honest and not just understanding, you had somewhat expected this shoot to go as well as your last one did with hanta. you’d hoped to hit it off initially, then explore the chemistry on set, but he’s just too damn polite. could you break him down in the shower?
at shiketsu, he was a fan favorite among many of the girls. (actually, if you’re thinking back far enough, you’ve definitely heard one or two men talking quietly about him too.) many of them would watch his videos and swoon over the way he’d handle his co-star in it or talk out loud about what they’d do if they got the chance to film with him. now you have the chance to do something with him—and you’re going to make it count.
“you got everything synced up? okay, check this so you can make sure it’s—yeah, that’s good,” the director looks toward you, your co-star, and the mounted camera in the shower. “we’re rolling in five! if you could resume kissing like the last scene, that’d be easier for the editors.”
“hey. should i rinse off all the soap so we don’t risk slipping? it’d be better visually if i left it, but it’s up to you.” shoto hears your whispering and nods, leaning in so that the microphones don’t pick up his response.
“yes, we could turn around so that you can rinse. i don’t want either of us to slip or fall, especially with the shower being as small as it is. it’s an emergency room visit waiting to happen.”
as of right now, the camera is rolling. shoto moves fast, nearly headbutting you when he crushes his lips against yours; the kiss is warm, silently eager, and not at all what would be shared between two yearning roommates. if this video was about thanking your partner after some good sex, maybe it’d work. but it isn’t; you take the reins and crank the heat all the way up.
shoto gasps into your mouth when you hike your leg up and around his waist, dragging him into the shower like you plan to devour him. you’re also not holding onto anything aside from him, so he has no choice but to go along or risk dropping you. by the time he gets under the steady steam of water, his shirt and boxers are entirely soaked; his sweatpants are a gray heap on the floor, the only article of clothing that remains dry.
the mounted camera undoubtedly zooms in on shoto pressing you against the wall, and you grabbing at his cock through his boxers. against the column of your throat and in between quick kisses, he emits the softest of sounds, letting you know to keep doing exactly what you’re doing. the water washes away much of the soap and significantly lowers the possibility of slipping, allowing for easier movement—he leans back to undress, making quick work of his shirt and boxers.
now, it’s just you and one of your favorite pornstars.
you’re minutes away from making a longtime fantasy become reality.
before you know it, he’s on you again, but this time he’s fitting a hand between your thighs. you open up for him like a flower in the moonlight, expecting to hear a moan or even some filthy praise, but there’s nothing. not a word, not even a sigh. you fill the silence for both of you with a breathy moan, spreading your legs wider in hopes that he’ll touch you more.
the tips of his fingers glide against your pussy and come away slick with your arousal. while staring directly into your eyes, shoto raises his hand to his lips and proceeds to lick his fingers clean, like he’s just spilled something sweet while cooking. it’s hot as fuck to watch—you feel the throb of need right in your clit. catching a glimpse of his tongue as it curls around his finger does not help either.
while he’s focused on giving you a show of sin, your eyes leave his to inevitably wander down his body. his chest is all lean muscle and sharp edges, the strength and hard work obvious in a single glance. someone’s voice mixes with the sound of the water and turns to static; you only hear your co-star when he tilts your chin up, bringing your eyes to his.
“i said, bend over.”
it’s only a simple command, but it does so many complex things to your body.
in only a fraction of a second, you’re already bent over and ready. water rushes over your back, much of it sliding off, but some pours down your ass and against your pussy. without looking behind you to check, you know his eyes are on you, and so is the camera—in fact, it’s probably zooming in right now.
there’s a hushed thud as shoto drops to his knees, promptly grasping your hips to draw you back. he doesn’t give a damn if it causes you to lose your footing, but he might just do it again if it means he’ll be able to hear your gasp of surprise again.
fervent and excruciating, a tingling heat surges through your body once he gets his tongue on you. slowly, like he’s savoring a meal, he licks a stripe from your clit upwards, dipping the tip of his tongue past your folds like a fucking tease. it’s good, so good that you gasp out a moan and press back into his face, palms sliding down the wet tile. it’s only just begun, but you’re already wondering what he’ll do to you. what if he overstimulates you, licking your clit like it’s a lollipop, until your knees are buckling? maybe he’ll make out with your pussy, french kissing it in a way that’s a lot less shy than how he’d kissed your lips . .
your back arches when his fingers slide into you without any resistance; he buries them to the knuckle and exhales at how god damn tight you feel around him. after a beat, he begins to flick his wrist, setting up an unwavering rhythm with an ease garnered only through experience.
his tongue slides against your clit and it’s like a match to gasoline—your reaction is immediate and irresistible. it’s no secret that shoto’s currently rock hard, his cock hanging neglected and untouched between his thighs, but it doesn’t distract him in the slightest. right now, it’s only your pleasure that matters, and honestly, he’s not inclined to pause if it means you’ll stop making those pretty sounds.
“fuck, you’re good with your tongue,” you gasp, almost choking on the words, “j-just keep licking me like that, baby.”
baby? baby?
the casual petname slips out of you easily, even if the rest of what you were saying didn’t, and shit, it really does something to him. shoto remains silent, even though his heart is pounding so hard he thinks it’s possible he could faint; even so, he decides not to say anything at all. doesn’t make any noise. doesn’t let himself breathe too loudly. doesn’t look affected.
you’re too caught up in the sensations of his devastating fingers and the way he uses his tongue in just the right way to notice his silence. right now, it’s just the splashing of water, your breathless moans, and the squelches of your soaked cunt as his fingers plunge in and out, repeatedly hitting that spot that makes you see stars.
“oh my godddd,” an almost-sob tears out of your throat, and shoto’s eyes roll back. he’s licking your clit like the whipped cream on a sundae, his mouth watering at the taste of you. to be honest, he actually regrets fingering you right now—it’d be so much better if he could use both hands to hold you against his face while he drinks in everything you have to give him.
when his agent had let him know the details about the shoot and who the producer wanted to pair him with, shoto dug through his safari tabs to find the shiketsu studios website, the library of alexandria’s filthy counterpart. the website was open on his very favorite video of you, the one where you were giving some bum a handjob and talking him through it. thank god the actor had the sense to stay silent, even though you were giving it to him good.
that is exactly the kind of porn that shoto likes. if he’s sitting down to watch something either for dialogue inspiration or to jerk off—something that happens once in a blue moon—he prefers the man in the video to be quiet. many of them tend to let out these nasty, animalistic grunts that they mistakenly believe are sexy, and it just ruins the mood. everything about your video was top tier—he could only see you working the guy’s cock, only hear you talking to him, and god, it was perfect. shiketsu was a lot of things, but never sloppy when it came to your videos; during your early days, whoever had been in charge was setting you up in some hot videos left and right, making sure that those angles were nothing short of flawless.
it was posted over two years ago. he still watches it to get himself hot before shoots and in between takes to keep himself hard, locking himself in the bathroom to stroke himself to the sound of your voice. the audio plays in his head, mixing with your pitched moans and occasional whines; shoto’s unconsciously reaching toward his cock, pressing his face flush against your pussy.
“hnngh, shit,” he licks you harder, thinking about how much you deserve this. for accepting this shoot with him, for helping him not get fired, for helping him get off for the past two years.
his hand wraps around his leaking cock, and fuck, it feels like sweet relief.
“‘m close, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” frantic desperation makes its way through your words, and shoto’s fist strokes upward, his grip tightening at the tip. part of him wishes that you were filming a video where you were the one leading or controlling the situation . . maybe the opportunity will come along sometime in the future.
you fall off the edge and into overwhelming euphoria with a sob. all you can do is pant, trying your hardest to breathe against the water rushing over your face. shoto does his best to help you through it by kissing at your clit, his fingers curling deeply against that soft spot inside of you.
he does it until you squirm away, bothered by the overstimulation. he sneaks a peek at the director, who motions to keep going. when he pulls his fingers out of your cunt to hold your hips, you turn, throwing him a heated look over your shoulder.
without saying anything, you’ve communicated what you really want.
shoto straightens, cock still in hand. just to draw it out, he rubs the tip against your swollen clit, trying to be sensitive to the fact that you literally just came a minute before, but the contact is still as electric as a shock. it’s torture at its finest—you’re pressing back, eager to feel all of him.
he exhales shortly when he slides his cock into you, his eyebrows drawing together. there’s no simultaneous moan or words of filthy praise; shoto bottoms out and pulls you a few inches closer. as the post-orgasm bliss begins to ebb away into something more kinetic, you moan a few times, trying to sell the scene. this is supposed to be the heated climax (pun intended) between two yearning roommates, and he doesn’t seem to be engaged.
as much as you want to see his pretty face, you’re actually grateful that you’re bent over instead. it’d be more awkward making noise if you were looking into his eyes, unable to hide the embarrassment that comes along with doing so. it’s one thing when you and your partner are both making noise, but this is clearly not the case.
it feels good when he starts to move, leisurely rocking his hips into you like he’s taking it slow just to map out your body, maybe commit the details to memory. skin against skin, tip to cervix—the tempo is comfortable as it builds upon itself. there is a certain sense of detachment in the movement, like maybe you’re not on the same page, or perhaps your sexual preferences are very different. the hot fuck me look over the shoulder has worked on your co-stars in the past—there’s something about the wild eye contact right after an orgasm that gets people moving faster than saying the words could.
you’re buried in your head, wondering what you’ll eat for dinner tonight and why he’s so god damn quiet. shoto’s got complete access to your body and he’s fucking you like he’s half asleep; his lower lip is tugged between his teeth, and he appears to be concentrating intensely. how are you supposed to feel comfortable moaning and making noise when it’s just you making an effort to do so?
shoto’s eyes narrow, his heart kicking against his ribcage. he’s raw inside your pussy and able to feel every agonizing squeeze of your walls as you get tighter; he wants more than anything to let himself succumb to your body, the pleasure you’re giving him, but he holds back for the camera. his jaw clenches with effort as he holds his tongue, thinking of what’ll be the best for your budding reputation and the viewers of the UA website. but if he really focuses, listening closely, he can hear you getting quieter now.
so, he murmurs your name and starts to move faster, with more passion, and that seems to get you going. you’re letting out these hushed moans and occasional whines of that’s good or harder, and he actually has to bite at his cheek so he doesn’t get too loud. a faint, iron-like taste gathers on his tongue, but he doesn’t let up. instead, he bites down harder.
the dirty smacking of skin against skin fills the room, giving the microphones half of the noise that they need to make this video a good one. shoto deciding to go a little harder makes it a little bit easier to moan, even though you’re still feeling a little less hot than you’d expected to.
“fuck, right there,” you gasp, hoping that it’ll encourage him to say something back. you really don’t want to call cut and explain why silent sex is a turn-off, then continue filming for however long to get it right. the possibility of offending him—perhaps he’s naturally quiet—and then having to continue afterward is one of the things that bothers you the most. “g-give it to me, babe.”
no response. a slight chance in pace, an adjustment of the angle of his cock, but not a single noise.
you let it go on for about three more minutes, until you can’t deal with it anymore. since orgasming, you haven’t been in the frame of mind to have sex—there’s no haze making your thoughts fuzzy, and not enough arousal to keep you going. even thinking of hanta doesn’t help! you throw your ass back onto him a few times before you bite the bullet, mouth falling open.
“oh my god, oh my god,” and your back arches to make it more believable, “i’m so close, i’m gonna cum.”
you squeeze around him as hard as you can, still flexing the muscles even when you let go, and it actually works. shoto pulls out of you, choking out something under his breath, and spills white and messy across your lower back. the water washes all of it away, and you let your head hang, feeling the disappointment like a freight train. this entire shoot was the complete opposite of what you’d so badly wanted, and you just faked an orgasm to get it over with.
“cut!”
shoto helps you up and turns off the water. much of it has gotten outside of the shower, forming cold puddles on the floor that you’re careful not to slip on. the director comes forward with towels, offering one to you and one to your co-star.
“you can get dressed in the bedroom right across the hallway,” he explains to you, handing you your folded clothes, “and we’ve got a few extra shirts and boxers—uh, what size are you?”
you walk to the bedroom, wiping yourself dry without looking back. as you get dressed, you can’t help but wonder what you’ll tell shinsou. he’d probably picked up on how excited you were to do this shoot, and now you’re coming away from it feeling unsatisfied. but you’re a pornstar! pornstars don’t always have good sex, and that’s fine—sometimes the hottest people in the industry aren’t always the best lays. this was only a trial run with him, right? if you get paired with him in the distant future, it’ll probably be a lot better. maybe his problem is that he doesn’t let loose enough, but who knows?
someone knocks on the door without announcing themselves.
assuming it’s the director, you unlock the door and pull it open, only to come face to face with a shirtless todoroki shoto. it feels like what you wanted to see upon arriving at the condo—damp hair, barely dry muscles on display, gray sweatpants. he’s a god damn wet dream and quite the sight to behold.
he gives you a sideways hug, and okay, you’re ready for a do-over. one bed, no cameras, and a locked door. the camera crew needs to step aside—you’re more than capable of handling this.
“i, um, just wanted to say thank you. for a good shoot. it was very nice to meet you today.”
“of course,” you smile at him, folding up your wet towel and heading to the bathroom. the camera crew is busy breaking everything down while the director works with the laptop to save the footage for editors. “thank you for the towel. is there anything else you’ve got for me before i head out?”
he sets down the laptop and stands to shake your hand. “if you could just drop that into the basket near the washer and dryer before you leave, that’d be most appreciated. we’ll be finished editing and touching things up by this time tomorrow, and then we’ll contact your manager with any additional information.”
shoto doesn’t follow you to say anything more when you step out of the bathroom. just like when you’d first met, he waves again, but this time, a happy smile spreads across his face.
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3 STRIKES



➤ badboy niki x badgirl female reader
(enemies to lovers trope)
➤ synopsis ᝰ.ᐟ : Their minds were cages, and neither knew how to escape, they hated each other—until hate wasn’t enough. Now it’s three strikes. One night. One chance.
⭑ wc: 3.9k ┆ ⭑ tw !! ➤ Sexual content, underage drinking and smoking, self-harm, physical violence, domestic abuse, toxic relationships, emotional manipulation, profanity, mental health themes, mature language.
⚠︎ This story contains mature and potentially triggering content. Please read at your own discretion. If you are sensitive to any of the topics listed, feel free to skip.
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“You’re staring again,” YN said, not looking at him. Her lips glistened under the neon lights.
Ni-Ki leaned in, voice low. “You’re not that interesting.”
She smirked. “Then why do you look at me like you wanna ruin me?”
He didn’t blink. “Because I do. Break you. Taste you.”
Her breath hitched. Just barely.
“You wish,” she snapped.
He smirked back. “Keep telling yourself that.”
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She looked like sin and she knew it.
Mini skirt, glossed lips, and a strut that made people part like water. But she wasn’t here for the attention. Not really. Not for the music either, or the cheap liquor, or the fake laughs from fake friends.
She always ended up at parties like this—dark lights, loud bass, sweat in the air—not because she enjoyed them…
But maybe, just maybe, he’d be here.
Not that she’d ever admit it. Not even to herself.
And there he was.
Of course he was.
Leaning against the back wall like he owned the damn place, black shirt, cigarette dangling from his lips. Ni-Ki. Always with Jake and Jay, always too cool to care, and always watching like he knew something she didn’t.
Their eyes met.
She didn’t blink. Neither did he.
He smirked. Slow. Arrogant.
And then—
The audacity, he winked.
“Motherfucker,” she muttered under her breath, jaw tight.
She turned on her heel, straight to the table lined with shot glasses. If she had to see his smug face all night, she might as well be drunk for it.
The vodka burned going down. Good.
So did the feeling crawling up her spine.
She was partying like she gave a damn—dancing, laughing too loud, letting the bass replace the thoughts in her head. Her so-called friends were around, glittered and drunk, but YN felt like she was floating through it all. Detached. Sharp edges dulled by alcohol and attitude.
Then she felt it.
That stare.
Hard.
Heavy.
Burning into her skin.
She didn’t look. Wouldn’t. Whoever it was could fuck off. She kept dancing.
But the feeling lingered.
The bathroom reeked of tequila and vanilla perfume. Her heels clicked against the floor as she stepped out of the stall, adjusting her top, patting under her eyes. The mirror told her she looked good.
Too good to care.
Until—
There he was.
Leaning against the wall like the hallway was built just for him. Same damn smirk. Same cigarette behind his ear. Same cologne—spicy, warm, and toxic like him.
Ni-Ki.
She didn’t speak. Neither did he. That smirk was louder than words.
“You run from every mirror or just the ones that show too much?”
His voice was low, casual, too close.
YN rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. “Get a new personality. That one’s expired.”
She pushed past him, but his hand shot out—grabbing her arm.
Too hard.
Right there.
On the bruise she’d been hiding for weeks. It wasn’t healing.
She hissed.
His eyes dropped to it.
No smirk now.
He didn’t say a word. Just stared. Hard. Like he saw through her skin, down to whatever was left.
YN yanked her arm back, fury and shame rising like acid. “Touch me again, and I swear to God—”
But she didn’t finish. She didn’t have to.
She walked away.
Didn’t look back. And Ni-Ki?
He didn’t call after her. Didn’t follow.
He just watched her walk away.
And for once, the smirk was gone.
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Hallways packed. Noise. Movement. Too many people trying to matter. Ni-Ki sat slouched in the corner of the school courtyard, legs spread, hoodie half-off, smoke curling from Jake’s mouth beside him. Jay was talking shit about someone’s car. Dumb. Loud. Stupid friends. But he loved them.
Then—grip. Hard. On his shoulder.
Before he could react, he was yanked up.
“You’ve got a fucking problem with me, Nishimura?”
Of course.
Him.
The same greasy punk always trying to prove something. Always stepping where he shouldn’t. Blonde highlights, leather jacket, eyebrow piercing that screamed wannabe villain.
Ni-Ki tilted his head, lips twitching. “Yeah,” he said simply, eyes dark. “Your face.”
Then it was fists. Cracking bones. Shouts. Blood on knuckles, laughter in his throat. Ni-Ki fought like he didn’t care about anything. Because maybe he didn’t. The guy landed a solid punch—right across his mouth. Blood. Sharp. Hot. Ni-Ki licked it off his lip and grinned. And then—his eyes shifted.
Her.
Across the crowd, standing still. YN. Looking straight at him. Unmoving. Unbothered. Unblinking. He smirked wider, even with blood dripping down his chin. Raised an eyebrow. Slow. Mocking. Like the whole fight had been for her. She didn’t flinch.
But he knew—she wanted to punch him too.
Maybe more than anyone else here.
And maybe… he wanted her to.
Ni-Ki cracked his neck, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and turned away. Walked off with Jake and Jay like nothing happened. Behind him, the blonde was sprawled cold on the floor. Unconscious. Forgotten.
But that look in her eyes?
He’d be thinking about it all night.
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He wasn’t even trying to clean the blood right. Just smearing it around with the back of his sleeve like that would fix shit.
Then he heard her.
“You’re an idiot, you know that?”
Her voice—sharp, smug, familiar.
The kind that made him want to choke her or kiss her depending on the minute. Ni-Ki rolled his eyes without looking up. “Didn’t realize I asked for commentary.”
“Didn’t realize you were this stupid,” she shot back, stepping closer.
Before he could answer with something nasty, she grabbed a cotton pad from her bag—God knows why she even had one—and started dabbing at his busted lip like it was nothing.
Until—
“Shit—what the fuck, YN?”
He jerked when she pressed too hard.
“Don’t be a baby,” she said flatly, not even looking at him. “You don’t know how to clean wounds, apparently.”
He glared. She ignored him.
“You like taking hits, but you don’t know how to take care of yourself. Typical.”
He scoffed. “So you do care about me.”
She paused. Brief. Almost dangerous. Then shoved the cotton harder into his cheek. “I care about not watching you die from an infected cut, dumbass.”
He hissed again. She smirked—evil.
By the time she finished, she tossed the bloody cotton away like it disgusted her, spun on her heel, and started walking. Naturally, Ni-Ki trailed after her like the menace he was.
“Didn’t know I needed a nurse. You got any other hidden talents, Princess?”
“Yeah,” she muttered, not stopping. “I can disappear. Wanna see?”
“Feisty. Damn. No wonder I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She flipped him off over her shoulder. He grinned wider.
By the time they reached the school gate, the sun had dipped just enough to cast shadows. Ni-Ki swung one leg over his motorcycle, helmet dangling from one handlebar. He revved it once, loud and proud, before calling out:
“Bye, Princess.”
She turned. Eyebrow raised.
He winked. “Thanks for patching me up.”
Full smirk. Bleeding lip. Hair messy. Still hot.
YN?
She gave him the middle finger. Held it up nice and proud.
“Fuck off, Ni-Ki.”
He laughed—loud and real—and finally slipped his helmet on. As he sped off down the street, dust and attitude in his wake, YN kept walking, and then— Smiled. Just a little. A stupid, small, fucking smile.
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Home.
If you could even call it that.
The second she stepped through the front door, the yelling hit her like a wall. Her mom’s voice sharp, her dad’s deeper—both slurred, both violent, both full of venom they couldn’t swallow.
Crash. Shouting. Slap.
She didn’t flinch anymore. She just walked past. But it didn’t matter how quiet she moved. The second her dad’s eyes landed on her—
“Look at her—standing there like a fucking princess while we rot.”
She didn’t even look up. Just kept walking.
Didn’t stop them.
“Fucking answer me when I’m talking to you!”
She turned—slow, empty.
Then came the blow.
His hand. Her mother’s shove. Someone’s bottle smashing near her feet.
Familiar bruises. Familiar ache.
She didn’t scream. She never did.
Her room was her grave and her shelter. She locked the door, flicked the light off, and sank to the floor.
The yelling still echoed through the thin walls, but she’d learned to block it out. A lighter flicked. Cigarette lit. She pulled the smoke in like it was oxygen. Let it burn. Her arm throbbed. Not from the hit— From earlier.
From the fresh cut she made last night, shallow and careless. Just enough to feel something. She was numb everywhere else.
YN was bad.
Not because she wanted to be.
Because that’s what life made her.
She drank.
She smoked.
She skipped class.
Her grades were trash.
She vaped between school buildings, kissed strangers when she felt nothing, and laughed when things were too quiet. No one knew what went on behind her locked door. No one knew that being a “bad girl” was just her version of surviving.
And if Ni-Ki ever found out?
She didn’t know if he’d laugh—
Or see himself in her.
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The bass was shaking the floor, lights low and bodies everywhere — but all eyes turned when she walked in. Mini dress hugging her curves like a second skin, smoky eyes sharp, lips glossed and wicked. She didn’t walk — she owned the room. But she wasn’t here for the attention. Her eyes scanned the crowd with purpose.
“Looking for him?”
A voice, low and teasing, pulled her from her thoughts. She turned, already knowing.
Jake.
Messy hair. Dressed like he didn’t try — still looked like a sin.
She smirked. “Maybe. Maybe I was looking for you.”
That made him raise a brow, leaning in. Their faces were close. Too close.
“Is that so?”
His voice was a low purr now, the kind that curled under your skin. YN didn’t back down. She tilted her head, fingers brushing lightly against the hem of his shirt. Flirting? Flaming.
“Wouldn’t mind getting lost in your accent for a night,” she whispered.
Jake let out a deep, throaty laugh —
Then stilled.
“Well, shit…” he muttered. “Looks like we got someone’s attention.”
She didn’t even have to turn, she felt it. That stare.
Burning. Heavy.
She turned her head slowly — and there he was.
Ni-Ki.
Fist clenched at his side.
Jaw locked.
Leaning against the wall like a demon freshly carved from marble —Jealousy radiating off him in waves.
Their eyes met. Locked.
And YN?
She turned right back to Jake. Laughed at something he didn’t say. Let her fingers trail a little higher up his chest. Close enough that their lips nearly touched. Jake? Enjoying every fucking second.
“He’s gonna murder me,” Jake whispered with a grin, eyes still on her mouth.
YN smiled sweetly. “Then maybe you should kiss me before he gets the chance.”
But they both knew. She wasn’t Jake’s. She never was.
And deep, deep down?
Jake knew it too. She was off-limits.
To who?
He didn’t even need to ask.
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The night was colder than expected, but YN didn’t feel it. Not with the vodka burning her throat and the cigarettes burning her lungs. Stick after stick. Drag after drag. Her heels dug into the gravel as she leaned back against the brick wall, exhaling smoke like it was oxygen. The music thumped through the walls behind her.
The laughter. The chaos. The lies.
She lit another. Took a swig straight from the bottle. Her throat screamed. She didn’t care.
“Had fun flirting with my friends?”
She didn’t need to look. That voice was etched into her bones by now.
Ni-Ki.
She let out a low chuckle. “Aww, baby. You jealous?”
Another drag. “Didn’t think you cared.”
He stepped closer, pulling a cigarette from his jacket, and she caught it — the brand. Same as hers, typical.
“Didn’t say I cared,” he muttered, lighting it. “Just asked a question.”
“Then yeah,” she said, still not looking at him. “Had a great time.”
They stood side by side in the dark, under that goddamn flickering streetlamp, smoke curling between them. No words. Just silence. Heavy. Loud. Dangerous. Until— He turned, and stared. His eyes dragged over her arm — the way her dress had shifted slightly, exposing the bruise.
Bright. Ugly. Raw.
YN caught it. Saw the way his gaze hardened, jaw tightened. She exhaled smoke again and smiled lazily. Like it meant nothing.
“Oh. That?” she said, lifting her arm slightly like she was showing off jewelry. “Dad. Bad aim tonight.”
Ni-Ki blinked. Once. Twice.
Like he didn’t hear her right.
“Are you fucking serious?”
YN snorted. Took another shot from the bottle.
“What, you surprised? C’mon, Ni-Ki. I thought you knew I’m a mess.”
He stared at her like he was seeing her for the first time. Like all the sarcasm was just a shield he’d never noticed was cracked. She smiled again. But this one… it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Still wanna fuck me now?” she asked, voice dripping.
Ni-Ki didn’t answer.
Just dragged in another breath of smoke. And the silence returned. Thicker this time. Like a secret neither of them knew how to hold.
The silence was thick—
Heavy enough to choke on.
“You’re staring again,” YN said, not looking at him. Her lips glistened under the neon lights.
Ni-Ki leaned in, voice low. “You’re not that interesting.”
She smirked. “Then why do you look at me like you wanna ruin me?”
He didn’t blink. “Because I do. Break you. Taste you.”
Her breath hitched. Just barely.
“You wish,” she snapped.
He smirked back. “Keep telling yourself that.”
YN took one last drag, watching the smoke curl like venom from her lips. Ni-Ki turned to her, eyes unreadable under the flickering lamp. Then, slowly—too slowly—he flicked his half-burnt cigarette to the ground and stepped in front of her.
Close. Too close.
“You done pretending you don’t want me?”
Her heart skipped. But her face? Still smug.
“You done acting like you’re not obsessed with me?”
That grin. That fucking Ni-Ki grin spread across his face. He tilted his head, eyes dragging from her eyes to her mouth, to her bruised arm. And then he grabbed her wrist. Firm. Not rough. But firm.
“Let’s go.”
“Excuse me?” she scoffed, pulling back, vodka bottle clinking against her thigh.
He didn’t even blink. Grabbed her hand harder, tugged her toward the curb—toward his parked black motorcycle. She resisted. “Ni-Ki, what the fuck—”
He shoved the helmet over her head, ignoring her shoves, her swears, the bottle falling from her grasp and rolling away.
“If you don’t want me to do this the hard way,” he murmured against her ear, voice dark and filthy, “then I suggest you shut your pretty little mouth.”
And that did it.
Her breath. Gone.
She froze. The air was suddenly too hot. Her thighs pressed together without thinking.
He smirked — knowing.
And got on the bike.
“On. Now.”
So she climbed on. Furious. Breathless. Drunk. Turned on.
“So,” she purred, kicking her heels off at the door. “How many girls have you dragged here, Nishimura?”
He dropped the keys onto the counter, not turning to face her.
“What, jealous?”
“Pfft,” she scoffed. “As if I’d be jealous of the girls who’ve already had your dick.”
He turned then.
Slowly.
Eyes raking her up and down like she was the only girl in the world.
“Trust me,” he said, voice low and sinful,
“None of them made it past the front door.”
Boom.
Her stomach flipped. She hated it.
Loved it.
His bedroom was messy. Cold. Stark. But he didn’t waste time. He pulled open his drawer and tossed a first aid kit on the bed, motioning for her to sit.
“This again?” she rolled her eyes but sat anyway. He sat beside her. Too close. The tension could cut flesh. He dabbed alcohol on the bruise and she hissed, grabbing the bed sheets tight.
“Still terrible at this,” she muttered.
“Still pretending you’re not into it,” he whispered back, pressing harder.
Her eyes shot up to his—dark, half-lidded, consuming. They were too close.
The air? Gone.
Every breath was loaded. Their faces inches apart. His hand still holding her arm. Her lips parted. His gaze dipped.
“Say the word,” he said, voice like fucking molten sin, “and I’ll ruin you.”
And YN?
She just smiled.
“You already are.”
His hand still held her wrist — thumb pressed just below the bruise. Too close. Too long. Too much.
Their breathing had synced without permission.
Her chest rose. His jaw clenched. Their eyes locked like a goddamn battlefield.
“Why are you still touching me?” she sneered.
“Or do you just get off on pretending you care?”
Ni-Ki smirked, cocking his head.
“Nah,” he drawled, voice thick like smoke and sex.
“I just like watching you squirm.”
Her breath hitched — barely — but he caught it.
Of course he did.
“And I really like how your thighs keep fucking clenching every time I speak, princess.”
YN’s eyes narrowed, fire licking her spine.
“In your dreams, Nishimura.”
“Sweetheart,” he leaned in, breath ghosting her lips, “If I dreamt it, you wouldn’t be wearing this much clothes.”
And that fucking did it.
Snap.
She grabbed his collar — sharp, fast.
He gripped her waist — hard, like a promise.
And then—
Lips crashed.
Teeth clinked.
It wasn’t a kiss.
It was war.
Her nails scraped down his neck.
His hands were already under her thighs, pulling her into his lap like he owned her.
“I hate you,” she spat against his mouth, biting his lip.
“Say it again,” he growled, rutting against her like an animal. “Say it while you grind your needy little hips on me.” She moaned — fuck, she hated that she did.
“You’re disgusting.”
“And you’re dripping,” he whispered darkly,
“Say you don’t want me, but your body’s screaming like a fucking liar.”
Her fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back.
“You’re a mistake.”
“Then make me again,” he hissed, lips at her neck,“Let me fuck that hate right out of you.”
And god, their bodies were chaos. Clothes still on, but shifting. Writhing. Heat and heat and more heat. Hands on skin. Mouths everywhere. Every moan had a curse under it. Every touch came with a threat.
“You’re still the same broken girl,” he whispered in her ear, “but I’ll be the one who breaks you properly.”
And she?
She kissed him harder — like she wanted to drown in him just to prove him wrong. Because hate never felt this fucking good.
The second her back hit the mattress, his body followed — pressing down, caging her in, breath fanning across her skin like a warning.
“Still pretending you don’t want this?” he muttered, voice gravel and sin.
“Still pretending you’re not replaceable?” she shot back.
His laugh was low — dark.
His fingers hooked under the hem of her dress, dragging it slowly up her thighs, knuckles brushing skin like a dare.
“If I’m replaceable,” he whispered against her knee,“why haven’t you let anyone else touch you like this?”
She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked.“Because no one’s been as fucking annoying.”
“Liar,” he smirked, sliding the fabric higher, inch by inch.
“You like it when I ruin your night. You love hating me.”
And she did. God, she did.
Because right now, his mouth was on her thigh, biting. Teasing. And she couldn’t breathe. Her hips rolled up on instinct — he caught it.
“See?” he rasped. “Your body’s desperate for me.”
His lips trailed higher. Over bruises. Over secrets. Over places no one else had ever dared touch. And when she moaned — soft, bitten — his hands dug into her thighs like he’d earned it.
“Say it,” he murmured, teeth grazing her skin.
“Say you want me.”
“I’d rather choke,” she hissed. He smirked against her stomach. “Then open that pretty mouth, baby. I’ll give you something better to choke on.”
Her legs locked around his waist before she could stop herself. And then everything blurred. Hands pulling. Mouths crashing. Her dress hit the floor. His shirt was gone. Skin on skin, sweat slick, breathless curses and matching bruises. Her nails left scratches down his back. His hands roamed like he was mapping her body — just to destroy it.
“You think I’m weak?” she panted, biting his jaw.
“Think you’ve got power over me?”
“No,” he growled, lips at her ear.
“I think you’re already mine.”
And when he sank into her — slow, deep, deliberate — They both broke. Because the hate didn’t matter. Not when she clung to him like a lifeline. Not when he kissed her like he couldn’t fucking stop.
“Ni-Ki—”
“Don’t say my name like that unless you mean it.”
“I don’t.”
“Then moan it instead.”
And she did.
Again.
And again.
Their bodies moved like violence, like poetry, like war. No love. Just lust. No sweetness. Just need. But when they collapsed together, limbs tangled in the sheets, hearts hammering and breath uneven— he didn’t move away. And neither did she. Because somehow, in the mess of sex and spite— they found something that felt dangerously close to home.
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She woke to heat.
Not from the blankets. Not from the room.
From him.
His arm was draped over her bare waist. Their legs tangled. Her body sore in all the right places — and his gaze?
Burning.
Ni-Ki laid there like he owned the goddamn morning. That same smug look painted across his stupidly perfect face, one hand lazily tracing circles into her hip bone like they hadn’t just ripped each other apart hours ago.
“You done staring?” she snapped, voice hoarse.
“You done pretending you didn’t like it?” he fired back, tongue sliding across his bottom lip.
She groaned, shoving the covers off her naked body and grabbing the nearest shirt — his, obviously. Oversized, black, and still reeking of cologne and sin. He watched her move — shameless. Like she hadn’t shattered under him. Like she hadn’t clawed at his back and moaned his name like it was her only language.
“Leaving already?” he muttered, arms behind his head now. “Didn’t even get to say thank you.”
“Thank you?” she scoffed, pulling her shorts up with jerky hands.
“For what? The emotional damage?”
“For the best fucking night of your life,” he said casually, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched her bend. She rolled her eyes and turned for the door. But he moved fast — faster than she expected. Suddenly, her back hit the wall, his body caging her in again, eyes dark, lips parted, still breathless.
“You’re not walking out like that,” he said lowly.
“Not after the way you were moaning for me.”
Her pulse jumped.
“Get off me—”
“You sure?” he whispered, hand sliding beneath the hem of her shirt, gripping her thigh, pressing in slowly.
“Because your body’s already begging.”
She tried to glare. She really did. But her hands were already clutching his shoulders, breath catching, lips just a breath away from his.
“We shouldn’t,” she said, but it was shaky. Weak.
“You’re right,” he muttered, lifting her effortlessly against the wall, sliding her up until her legs wrapped around his waist again.
“We really fucking shouldn’t.”
And just like that—
Their mouths collided again. Hot. Messy. Desperate. Nothing soft. Nothing clean. It wasn’t love. Not yet. But it was something —
Something dangerous.
Something they couldn’t walk away from. And when she whispered his name again, half-choked and breathless, he cursed under his breath like she was the sin he’d die repeating. Her nails dug into his shoulders. His breath fanned hot across her lips.
She hated him.
God, she hated how he smelled like sweat and smoke and midnight. She hated how his grip bruised. How his fingers curled around her thighs like he owned them.
“You want this?” he murmured, teeth grazing her jaw, lips ghosting over her throat.
“Say it.”
“I want you to shut up,” she spat, but her hips betrayed her — tilting closer, pulling him in.
“You’re so fucking full of yourself, Ni-Ki.”
“And you’re so fucking full of shit,” he growled back, voice rough against her collarbone.
“But your thighs are wrapped around me again, princess. So which is it?”
He kissed her like it was punishment. Teeth. Tongue. Bruising lips. Fingers rough, yanking the fabric of her shorts higher, just to hear her gasp against his mouth.
It wasn’t gentle.
It wasn’t sweet.
It was war.
Their mouths clashed, teeth knocking, her hands tangled in his hair, his in the back of her shirt. The heat between them burned, reckless and unspoken, all the tension from every smirk, every stare, every insult— “You act like you hate me,” he whispered, sliding a hand under her shirt, thumb brushing skin.
“But your body? It’s fucking begging.”
“Touch me,” she dared, voice low. “See what happens.”
His mouth curved — dark, dangerous.
“I’ll ruin you.”
ꪆৎ
They never said “I love you.”
Not in the traditional way.
Not with flowers. Not with promises.
They said it through bruised lips and blood-warm hands. Through cigarettes lit in silence. Through whispered insults that bled into kisses.
He held her down — not to control her, but to steady her. She let him — not because she was weak, but because he was the only thing that didn’t lie to her face.
“Can you hold me down for one night, like I got three strikes?”
She asked once, voice quiet in the dark.
He didn’t answer. He just pulled her closer. Laid her chaos next to his. And stayed. They weren’t healing — not completely. But wrapped in each other’s vices, chests rising slow, breath hot with liquor and lust, they found something close.
“I need you to free me, it’s a prison inside my mind.”
And he did — in his own reckless, fucked-up way.
He broke her.
He tasted her.
He rolled her up like northern lights and made her feel again.
Lit up, burnt out… closer to God than we’ve ever been now.
They still cursed. Still fought. Still clawed at each other like survival.
But when the world went quiet, when the lights went low— He was hers.
And she was already gone.
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
“Maybe we were each other’s third strike — the final hit before it all burned, but fuck, at least we went down holding on.”
FINISH
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Wishful Thinking
PAIRING ➩ jungkook x reader
WC ➩ 20k
SUMMARY ➩ Born and raised in the busy city, you are in for a major life shift when you’re sent to the country side. You imagine the farmers son won’t be much help. (nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter)
AUTHORS NOTE ➩ Marking this as my official leave from retirement. This is the first work since Skin on Skin I feel a genuine connection too and I can proudly say I love it a lot. I hope you like it as much as me! Please check out the playlist and listen as you read if you'd like
Growing up in the city had influenced a few factors of your core development and the way you went about life. You took a second to open up to strangers, had faster reflexes than most people you’d met from other places and could ignore the sound of a horn two feet from your ear.
What it hadn’t done is making you a spoiled and sheltered brat, although you imagined your father would place some strong disagreement on that statement.
It absolutely had not made you the type of person that was so ‘out of control’ you needed to be sent to the middle of absolute nowhere to learn a thing or two about respect and taking care of things other than yourself.
This was not an issue you had and you could not fathom the fact you had been in the car for six hours now heading towards your new summer hell. You were in your early twenties and you should have slammed the door in your fathers face when you opened it to his scowl but sadly, his name was on the lease and he probably would have had the door removed.
Instead you had packed two bags, said bye to your precious cats and dragged your feet all the way to the car.
You imagined your fathers vehicle had never seen so much dirt in its life and even he seemed a bit bothered by the gravel roads that left a cloud of dust all over his doors and windows. Your father had been raised almost exactly the same as you so it felt a bit ironic and hypocritical.
It was not your fault he was a wealthy businessman, stationing his small family in the bustling streets of the city instead of a nice sized home somewhere. Your idea of dinner around the table was grabbing a bite to eat at the local pizza place, your fridge covered in project plans and work reminders instead of toddler art and positive report cards.
Your dad had raised you in a cold apartment suited for a bachelor, leaving you to get your fatherly advice from doormen and paying cleaning ladies extra to change your diapers. He was somehow still surprised to see you standing with a glare on your face as you exited the car and stared at the farm house.
“Atleast try to be pleasant.” He mumbled under his breath, the familiar expression he had whenever he felt embarrassed by you creeping up on his face. You had seen it your entire life, when you stood too slouched in front of a client or stuttered giving a speech at a company dinner.
You sent him a stronger dirty look that easily slid off your face when the door opened.
Despite what he may think, you actually were not a terrible person and you had no intentions of disrespecting the home owners even though you would rather eat the horses hay than have to stay here.
It was actually a beautiful home, grand in size with a large wraparound porch and land full of crops and various sized barns and pens.
There had been a faint memory of coming here a handful of times when you were younger, listening to your father take a gentle and relaxed tone you had only heard a few times and playing with the farmers boy that was around your age.
That had been a lifetime ago and while the landscape was relatively nostalgic and familiar, you had changed so drastically that you couldn’t feel more out of place if you tried.
You watched as the large bearded man approached your father, pulling him into a tight hug unlike his friends back home who would greet him with a firm handshake. This man clearly did not care about your fathers hesitance to embrace him, the rim of his cowboy hat knocking your fathers thin framed glasses slightly askew.
You had a hard time holding in a laugh at his dishevelled appearance after the bear hug and the man's sights set on you right as a smile crept up on your face.
“There she is.” He greeted you like he was an uncle you saw frequently and your eyes widened at the realization he was coming to give you a similarly tight hug, knocking the breath out of you as he nearly lifted you from the ground.
“Sorry honey, we are huggers around here.” You hadn’t even noticed the small woman behind his staggering frame and you caught her gentle eyes in your gaze right before she pulled you in for a much softer hug. “Except for my son sadly. He didn’t quite inherit that trait I suppose.”
The boy hadn’t left the porch, a few feet behind his parents as he stared at you and your father with an expression that was much colder than his warm parents held. You could tell he had already built some bias around your visit and you didn’t mind considering you had done the same, defenses building at his sour look.
“I’m sorry but I..” You trailed off awkwardly as you glanced between the bubbly couple, hoping they could understand so you didn’t have to tell them vocally that you had no idea who they were. The woman's face dropped just slightly but the farmer gave you a soft smile as he cupped your arm.
“That’s alright honey.” His gentle tone almost made you want to turn around and jump head first into the car, creeping its way under your skin and making you feel like that little girl that used to sneak branches in her room to use as a christmas tree. “It’s been lifetimes since we got to see you.”
His gaze fell over your shoulder towards your father with that statement and you almost thought it sounded hostile, or however hostile somebody so warm could manage. Your fathers throat clearing behind you confirmed your belief and you looked down at your feet as you were ushered inside.
You learned from listening in on the conversation silently that he was in fact a bit upset with your father. The man, Minchul apparently as you heard his wife softly calling him, had made a handful of comments about missing out on your life that he was attempting to disguise as jokes.
You had watched enough tense conversations with businessmen to be pretty good at picking up on what people actually wanted to say. Your father responded each time with a different excuse about being busy but you knew he wished he could tell the farmer that he simply outgrew him and whatever this dynamic was.
The woman had told you softly that her name was Nari and you watched as she barely sat down, bouncing between the table and the kitchen whenever she noticed somebody was running low on their drink or the finger foods she had prepared.
Her tending to you all didn’t feel like the panicked way your fathers cooks would try to keep him pleased and calm but rather like she enjoyed taking care of the people around her, eyes bright whenever you thanked her or took a bite of something she had made.
“Jungkook will be helping her with her chores and duties.” Minchul’s low voice was bringing you back to the conversation, interest spiked as you realized they were discussing your stay there.
You had very little information about how long you would be here or what exactly you were meant to accomplish but your eyes shifted over to the son at the mention of his name, sitting across from you and also not having spoken a word.
He was staring at his father as he spoke, gaze unwavering and still as cold as it had been outside. You had realized outside that he was the same boy you had played with when you were a kid but he had clearly changed as much as you had because he no longer had an ounce of welcoming energy to him.
“If she gives you any trouble son, feel free to call me.” Your father was speaking directly to him like you weren’t even there and Jungkook’s jaw shifted at the use of the word ‘son’.
A smile almost crept back up at the interesting reaction but it faded as soon as he looked at you, curious like he expected you to say something snobbish in return to your fathers jab. You didn’t have any plans to, used to him warning people about you like you were a walking disaster.
“I’m sure we can manage.” His voice was flat and lacking any real care but you hadn’t figured he would reply at all, let alone with something borderlining disrespectful.
The rest of the table seemed to agree because the room fell silent at his comment and your dad seemed taken back by the fact Jungkook hadn’t immediately agreed with his implication. You barely moved, not wanting to put yourself on the wrong side of things while he was still here.
“Apologize.” Minchul was speaking the word hushed and you looked at him with widened eyes, not even realizing it had been him speaking considering how cold it came out. It was completely different to the tone he used with the rest of you but Jungkook didn’t seem affected at all.
“I’m sorry sir.” He said it easily, practiced and lacking any real apology. It seemed the phrase alone was all his father wanted to hear because his shoulders lost tension and he awkwardly patted the table as he changed the subject to something about your dads car.
You removed yourself mentally from the conversation again but you caught the way Jungkook’s mom rubbed his shoulder soothingly as she passed him on her back to the kitchen.
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“You are really just leaving me?” Your voice was icy as you watched your father toss your bags out of his car, squinting his eyes at the dirt it brought into the air and glaring at you like it was your fault. “I don’t even know these people.”
“I do.” He said simply as he closed the trunk and watched you with disappointment swirling in his gaze. You could tell there was a lot he wanted to say to you but as always, he left it plain and gave you a firm nod that you knew put an end to this conversation.
You did nothing but watch as he got into the driver seat and pulled off down the dirt road, headlights disappearing behind the trees and fields of corn. You sighed softly and sunk down on the rocky path way, not really caring if they were watching from the window and judging you.
You didn’t know these people and it was hard to even process that this was really happening to you right now. The sun had fully set when you stopped thinking yourself away and you realized you had been outside for a lot longer than you had meant to be.
Nobody had come out to get you or even check if you were alright but you figured they were just giving you the space to throw your internal tantrum before inevitably accepting your fate and figuring out what to do from there.
Your sigh turned into a dragged out and low groan as you buried your face in your dusty hands, cringing away when you felt the sting of the debris entering your eyes and realizing you felt like you were going to cry regardless of the pain.
“You sleeping out here?”
You jumped at the sudden voice coming from your right, looking sideways at a pair of dirty and ripped boots before trailing up the tall frame and landing on Jungkook and a raised eyebrow. He had been the last person from the family you expected to come outside to collect you and you groaned again.
“I just need a minute okay?” Your voice came out cold but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about his feelings right now. He was unwillingly participating in your banishment but it was still participation in your eyes and for that alone, you disliked him.
“City girls and their minutes.” It was mumbled under his breath but loud enough for you to hear. You didn’t even warrant it with a reaction, staring numbly at the gravel and willing a loose horse to run him over with your mind.
He didn’t leave the entire time you sat there and you could feel him staring at your back as you practically curled into a ball. Eventually you stood up calmly, dusted yourself off and headed inside the house.
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Jungkook had silently left your bags at the foot of your door and disappeared down the hall into what you assumed was his own, soft music coming from behind the peeling wood. You left your door open, feeling awkward in the unfamiliar room like you had somehow broken into this nice family's home and crawled into a random bed.
You barely slept at all the first night and the sound of the roosters screeching only two hours after your eyes actually closed was enough to make you consider hitch hiking back to the city.
The entire family was downstairs in the kitchen to your dismay and you couldn’t fix your face in time, seeing the concern radiating from Nari as she took in your exhausted eyes and closed off demeanor. You mumbled a morning greeting and shifted onto the seat furthest from them all.
“Did you sleep okay?” She asked softly as she placed a glass of orange juice in front of you and you nodded at her, both of you knowing you were being nice rather than honest. She pursed her lips and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder for a second as reassurance that she understood.
“Good because you have a long day today.” Minchul sounded as cheerful as yesterday but there was an underlying tone to his voice that made you not want to disobey him. He made pleasant conversation with his wife as you and Jungkook ate silently on the other side of the table.
Jungkook hadn’t even waited for you to finish eating, cleaning off his place and kissing his mom on the side of the head before pushing through the front door. You watched in disbelief as he left you behind, scarfing down the rest of your eggs and rushing after him, nearly tripping down the stairs as you followed him to the largest barn.
The smell was assaulting but you didn’t visually react, not wanting to give him the satisfaction considering he was leaning against a slate of wood and watching you for any signs that you were going to complain.
When you gave him a firm and determined stare he was tossing a silver bucket in your direction, both of you tracking it as it hit the barn floor and bounced a few times.
“Seriously?” You remarked, your first real word of the day being forced out due to disbelief. He didn’t answer and instead entered one of the stalls holding a large cow. “Couldn’t just hand it to me?”
There was no reply again and you sighed as you followed him, scowling when you saw the black and white animal staring at you with a bored expression. Jungkook slid a small stool over to you before leaning back again on the wall of the stall. The cow took a step towards him and you flinched back as its large belly almost pushed you over.
“Am I supposed to do something with him?” You gestured at the stool and cow in confusion and Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
“She’s a girl.” He said simply and you gave him an incredulous look, feeling like you were going insane from attempting to communicate with him. “You’re supposed to milk her.”
You stared at him silently for a few seconds, trying to figure out if he was joking or not before glancing at the bucket and realizing he was apparently very serious. You took a breath so deep that it moved your entire body as you tried to calm yourself, ignoring the slightly amused look he grew at the action.
You hadn’t even sat fully on the stool before he was speaking again.
“Wrong.”
You glared at him and adjusted your position, leaning forward hesitantly to reach out to the cow.
“Wrong again.”
Another attempt, a different section of the utters that looked as foreign as the rest of the large creature. She shifted like she felt as awkward as you did for touching her and you sighed at his lack of interjection.
“Touch her there and she’ll probably kick you in the face.”
You let out a loud and bitter laugh that made the cow grunt softly, standing from the stool and shoving it in his direction. He watched you quietly as the rage built up inside you, even more so at the indifference on his face.
“If you aren’t even going to attempt to help me, then you go ahead and do it.” You spat as you pointed between him, the bucket, and the cow. He didn’t say anything again and the silence was somehow more annoying than him making small comments towards you.
He wordlessly moved the stool and you sat down with a huff, at first just picking at your fingers and then deciding to actually watch as he milked the cow. It was slightly interesting, especially considering your current options for entertainment.
His hands were gentle with the animal and she seemed a lot more relaxed now that he was the one near her undercarriage and not some strange girl with tense shoulders and shoes that definitely weren’t made for a barn floor. It was intriguing to you to watch the cows body language change so outwardly.
Jungkook finished up after some time and you followed him to his next set of chores. This time and the next, he didn’t bother trying to get you to do anything. Instead he did them all easily and allowed you to simply watch as he herded the sheep into their pens, poured disgusting sludge into the trough for the pigs and dragged the stubborn horses back into the gated area.
By the end of the day, you were exhausted without having done much at all.
He didn’t even seem phased by the fact he had spent the entire day in the sun doing hard physical labor and you sighed as he walked ahead of you back to the house.
You felt like an invisible shadow following him around all day with little to no conversation between you and it pained you to watch the sun set knowing you had wasted your time and learned nothing but the fact Jungkook was a stubborn asshole.
His dad was waiting on the porch as you approached and you watched as Jungkook’s back hardened at the sight of the kind man. He was smiling largely but it was past his son and towards you, clapping his hands in delight as he took in the dirt on your pants and your sweat dried hair.
“How was your first day?” He asked warmly as you ascended the steps. Jungkook had slowed down to let you pass and he lingered at the patch of grass near the bottom. “Was he a good teacher?”
The shift in his tone made you glance backwards towards the teacher in question and his flat face showed no sense of what he wanted you to say. You felt like you were hesitating too long and you turned back to Minchul with a soft smile.
“The best. I learned a lot actually.” You said gently and he smiled proudly, a large hand between your shoulder blades as he led you inside for dinner.
Jungkook was as silent as always but he didn’t look as unimpressed with you when you caught his eyes across the table. There was a beat of nothing before he gave you a small nod, enough for you to understand he appreciated you lying to his dad for him.
Dinner was calm and quiet as you zoned out from exhaustion and you barely flinched when his parents asked you to work together to get the dishes washed and dried quickly. You moved on autopilot to the sink and responded with a light mumble as they wished you both a goodnight.
Jungkook stood wordlessly next to you, taking each wet dish you handed him as he dried them precisely with a towel. It was quiet through the first half of the sink and then he was clearing his throat with a hint of awkwardness.
“You didn’t have to do that.” He said in a near whisper. You didn’t even glance at him, handing over another dish casually.
“I didn’t do anything but spare myself the awkwardness of watching you get lectured.” Your tone was flat like it genuinely meant nothing to you but you figured you both knew the reason you had done it. He seemed tense at your answer so you sighed softly. “I know what it’s like to have a dickhead for a father.”
He paused his movements when you said that and you wondered if it was the wrong thing to speak into the quiet kitchen before you heard him laugh softly under his breath.
It didn’t take a psychologist to realize Jungkook had a different relationship with Minchul than most other people would. His cold and harsh tone towards his son seemed to come out of thin air the second he laid his eyes on the younger man and you felt yourself becoming more nosy than you should be.
Their dirty laundry was none of your business and you hurriedly finished dishes.
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The next day's chore list actually seemed a bit more lax and you quickly understood that he must do all of the extremely difficult things at the end of the week.
Monday was more about maintenance and you felt a little guilty for doing nothing yesterday so you were glad that you could actually help with some smaller stuff, both going stir crazy from doing so little with yourself and also feeling useless the more he sweated and moved around.
You helped sweep loose hay from the stables, collected eggs from under the squawking hens and even assisted him in filling up the water barrels with fresh and clean gallons. You were actually feeling a little satisfied with yourself when the day started to come to a finish and you glanced at him to see what you had to do next.
He surprised you when he pulled two small items out of his jean pockets, fidgeting with them until the lighter was producing a flame that he used to light the rolled up paper. You eyed him curiously as he inhaled around the joint before stretching his hand out towards you without so much of a glance or a word.
“Wow.” You breathed out a mocking laugh as you took it from him, studying it before putting it between your lips and speaking around it. “I am genuinely shocked right now.”
He laughed flatly at your tone and looked at you from the corner of his eye. You were sitting on a small hay bale while he leaned against the large wheel of an old tractor, behind one of the barns a bit further away from the house.
“It’s rude to make assumptions about people.” He said flatly as he took the joint back but you knew he wasn’t serious, lightheartedly replying to you and only furthering your bewilderment.
“What would your dad say if he knew you were getting me stoned right now?” You were only teasing and you hoped he could tell by the tone in your voice, it seemed like he did because he shrugged his shoulders casually.
“Less what he would say and more what he would do.”
The statement was heavier than he intended it to be and you both fell silent at the darker implication to his words. He passed it back to you and you watched him for a long moment before hitting it, seeing the way he almost winced at himself for saying something so awkward.
You let it hang in the air for a few minutes as you listened to the sounds of his inhales paired with the animals in the distance as they got ready for bed. EVentually you were sighing and his eyes went to you, almost in anticipation.
“Good thing I don’t tend to make a habit of reporting back to fathers.” You lifted your shoulders like it was a simple thing to say and his face flashed with something heavier again.
You’d smoked weed before a few times but Jungkook either had some especially strong country grown shit or your tolerance had significantly diminished because you somehow ended up in one of the sheep fields, both flat on your backs as you looked up at the stars.
For once you appreciated the fact he didn’t talk much because you felt a bit ridiculously emotional at the sight of them all. A childhood of light polluted skies had robbed you of star gazing and pointing out made up planets so it was overwhelming to see so many of them above you.
Jungkook seemed to be thinking similarly despite growing up under this sky, his mouth parted a bit in awe every time you glanced over at his side profile a few feet away from you.
“I get why you guys like it out here now I think.” You said wistfully, voice a little breathier than you realized it was when it was escaping you. He laughed a little at the sudden declaration and it didn’t seem as mocking as it had a few hours ago.
“Thought it would take longer to whip you into shape.” He joked back, voice a little higher than normal and you figured it was the high having settled in that was making him more comfortable to engage in conversation with you. “Some sweeping and a view was all you needed to appreciate the simple life?”
He was clearly messing with you and almost mocking your fathers reasoning for sending you here but you felt a light sting deep in your chest.
Jungkook was not the reason for it but he was the accidental messenger of the rhetoric your father had been spewing at you since nearly middle school. He couldn’t fathom a world where you cared about things or paid attention to people other than yourself.
It felt impossibly suffocating to argue with somebody who had a different reality in their head, left wondering how would you begin to correct a version of yourself that didn’t exist?
There were no number of saved movie tickets and sentimental souvenirs, no hours spent making your friends a sloppy birthday cake instead of buying them something store prepared, and no amount of love and empathy in your heart that could convince him you were a thoughtful person.
“There's nothing simple about this.” You ignored your heavier feelings as you raised a limp hand to gesture to the endless sky.
“I’m sure the city has its own views.” He retorted and you turned your head to the side when you noticed a hint of longing in his voice. He stiffened like he could feel you staring but didn’t look at you, eyes a bit more shifty.
“Breathtaking ones. I never get used to it.” You said back softly, wondering if that was something he wanted to hear or if it would fuel the fire to his apparent inner conflict. You were left wondering because he didn’t reply to you.
The silence didn’t last as long as usual, the intoxication in your lungs making you both a little less awkward and a little more lax when it came to unraveling useless information. He told you about the town's small population and how everyone he passed had probably changed his diapers at some point and you ranted about your cats back home and how guilty you felt for leaving them alone.
“Why didn’t you bring them here?” He said like it was an obvious option, maybe too high to remember that you weren’t exactly on a purposeful vacation. Your silence seemed to remind him of this fact and he kissed his teeth in realization. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”
“Your parents?” You said in confusion, rolling over onto your side in the grass so you could face him and groaning softly at the tightness in your back. He glanced at you and nodded, still laying flat and staring at the sky in between looks. “I don’t have anyone who would bring them here for me.”
Your voice barely held any bitterness, it was just the truth. It was a pretty big favor to ask even to somebody you would consider a friend and you didn’t even really have any of those anyways.
“Assuming you don’t know how to drive a stick.” He said thoughtfully and you shook your head with a light eye roll at his subtle jab. “I can take you.”
“What?” You sat up and he did the same, although avoiding looking at you head on. “Why would you do that?”
He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal he just offered to drive you twelve hours round trip just to bring your two cats all the way back here. He glanced back towards the house, the warm glow of the porch lights small considering how far out you were, and then back up towards the never ending sky full of stars.
“Gives me a break from chores.” He said noncommittally like he was offering to do a load of laundry for you.
You woke up the next morning with a soft knock on the guest bedroom door, opening it to see Jungkook leaning against the side of it with truck keys dangling around his finger. He gave them a little spin when he saw your eyes widen in surprise that he parents had actually agreed to the request he had made this morning after your conversation in the field.
You nod your head in understanding and close the door so you can hurriedly get ready, feeling a bit amused at the fact you’d been arguing only a few hours ago. Jungkook is silent when you find him in the living room and as he shows you to the truck, excitedly climbing into the passenger seat and waving goodbye to Nari who stands on the porch with a concerned look as she clutches a dish towel to her chest.
It felt beyond ridiculous that you were making this trip with somebody you barely knew and even worse, barely got along with.
He was silent for almost the entire first half of the drive, playing music from a rotating stack of CD’s and cursing under his breath whenever the truck made a particularly loud noise. It was comforting to feel the rumble underneath you as he shifted gears and passed miles and miles of barren farmland.
You had only been there for a couple days and you were already craving new scenery, eyes widening with excitement when you could vaguely make out the city skyline in the distance. You were still probably an hour out but it was undeniable the way your blood felt warmer.
“Do you see it?” You asked him excitedly, breaking the bubble of silence. You looked at him as you sat up but you didn’t need to hear his answer out loud, seeing it on his face as soon as you saw his expression.
His eyes were bright with awe and interest as you approached the tall skyscrapers and dizzying highways, traffic seemingly coming from every direction as he went from leaning forward to try and see the tops of buildings past the windshield and focusing on not missing the exits you rushed out with poor directional skills.
“It’s bigger than I thought.” He eventually said and it came out in one singular breath that made you smile, understanding the feeling all too well.
You let him take it all in so he didn’t get too distracted trying to navigate the busy and tight streets with hsi truck that stood out clearly compared to most of the more compact and practical vehicles around you.
You eventually managed to make your way to your apartment and he looked slightly surprised as he exited the driver seat and looked up at the building. He had heard stories of your dads lavish lifestyle so he clearly hadn’t been expecting the exposed brick and dirty windows of your building.
It was hard not to laugh at his expression, shaking your head and walking past him. You felt giddy knowing you would get to be home even if it was temporary and you could hear your cats meowing behind the door before you even pushed it open.
You greeted them enthusiastically as Jungkook closed the door behind you, eyes scanning around your small and homey apartment.
“Not exactly the penthouse suite.” He muttered and you glared at him from where you were crouching by your cats on the floor.
“Must to his dismay.” You didn’t need to say you were talking about your father for him to understand what you meant. “He won’t even step foot in this place.”
It felt especially ridiculous considering how nice and welcoming your apartment was. The walls were full of pictures of your friends and cats, postcards from random beachy cities covering your fridge door and mismatched furniture.
You had decided as soon as you moved in that you would make your place the polar opposite of the studio apartment you were raised in, trading in cold tile and sterile feeling lights for warm toned lamps and fuzzy rugs to comfort your feet.
“Do you need anything?” Your voice was softer than he had heard it before and Jungkook shook his head as he kicked his shoes off. You watched him quizzically before he gestured towards your clock on the wall.
“Might as well stay here tonight.” He said simply and your heart lurched at the idea of getting to sleep in your own bed. “I’m fine now but reckon I’d be exhausted halfway through the drive back.”
You weren’t even slightly planning to argue with that or question what his parents reaction would be, quickly standing to your feet to prepare something for him to wear other than his jeans and flannel. He stood there silently as you made him a comfortable bed on the couch, eventually wandering over to stare out your large living room window.
“Breathtaking right?” You spoke from behind him and he jumped a bit before nodding and glancing back at you.
“Yeah it’s beautiful.” He watched you for a few seconds before turning back to study the city and its seemingly never ending skyline.
Jungkook must have been more tired than he let on because he was asleep almost as soon as he laid down on your couch and you took a few hours to enjoy your space for the last time in a while, preparing your cats and their things both for travel and for extended stay.
It warmed your heart to picture them with so much space to run around, basking in the sun and chasing field mice while you did your chores. Jungkook was clearly being generous with his offer to take you but he really had no idea just how much it meant to you to have them with you in such an unfamiliar place.
He was just as quiet the next morning and as you brought your cat carriers and extra bags down to the truck but the ride back was a lot warmer and you felt ages less sour as you approached the town this time around. The hushed conversations between you felt smoother as you lost some of the awkwardness.
His father was sitting on the porch when you pulled back up and he enthusiastically greeted your cats in their carriers, Nari rushing out at the sound of your voices to help bring them inside.
You watched from the doorway as he gave Jungkook a firm nod and placed a hand stiffly on his shoulder. Jungkook pursed his lips at the action of approval and returned the nod with one of his own.
“Was that good?” You whispered to him as he passed you in the doorway and he let out a large breath that you imagined he had been holding since he left the truck.
“Yeah, I think it was.” He said back and you smiled at him, glad he had not gotten in trouble for trying to help you out.
The following week felt a lot easier now that you had a large piece of home with you, bed a little warmer with your cats curling up next to you. The chores were brutal and you were miserable half the time the sun was out but you were getting used to the ache of your body and the burn covering your skin.
Jungkook was still silent most of the day but he was doing things slower and more exaggerated so you could actually learn the few times he noticed you showing interest and paying attention. There were tasks you could do fully on your own now and you found yourself looking forward to when the sun would set and he'd knock on your door softly, an expectant look on his face as he flashed another joint between his fingers.
It was a nice routine for the two of you to wander out to the field near the sheep barn, smoking until the tightness of your bones faded enough for you to giggle into the grass and tell eachother random tidbits about your life.
“I heard your dad tell mine that you ran away.” Jungkook said gently one night when your conversation started to borderline on serious and you said nothing for a while.
“At 22 I thought it would just be considered taking a vacation.” Your voice was half humorous and half bitter, the latter side much more apparent in your tone. You sighed so deeply you felt like you were going to melt down into the dirt. “I’ve been further away for much longer, he only noticed this time because one of his clients saw me while traveling.”
“You went alone?” His questions rarely held so much interest and you glanced at him, finding him staring at the stars with his eyebrows furrowed like he hadn't considered that possible.
“I’m always alone.” You shrugged to yourself. “Aren't you?”
You weren’t trying to make a harsh assumption but you’d been there two weeks and not once did Jungkook leave the farm land other than your trip to the city. His parents went off to town a few times a week or to a friend's house for supper but Jungkook stayed throughout it all, never once hearing mention of a friend of his or seeing a photo somewhere in the house.
He shrugged but it was one of those times where you both already knew what his answer would be. His eyes shifted over to you and you watched curiously.
“Not so much anymore.” He said plainly but you smiled a bit at the implication, knowing it was probably a change for him to have you following behind his trail all day long. Maybe even a welcomed change now that you were getting along finally. ly.
You and Jungkook spent the next week with the exact same routine and now that you were used to most of it, you felt yourself going stir crazy. Little things were always changing, animals needing more help than usual or storms making it so you had to help around the house instead but for the most part everything stayed exactly the same.
It was a welcomed assignment when Nari softly asked you to take horses into town and pick up a few things. You didn’t ask why you couldn’t just take the truck even though you were beginning to wish you had as you stared at the large creature.
“You know I can’t ride that, right?” You said simply as you shook your head firmly. Jungkook laughed a little at your fearful tone before gesturing at the single saddle he had pulled off of the wall.
You were confused for a few seconds before realizing he was insinuating you both get on the horse together, your gaze shifting over to him to see him standing by the horse and clearly waiting for you to reach the same conclusion.
“You’re joking aren’t you?” Your voice shook a little as you squeaked out the question.
Clearly he wasn’t because Jungkook had easily lifted you up onto the large horse before swinging his leg over and situating himself naturally. You were left sitting behind him, feeling like you were about to throw up and having no choice but to wrap your arms tightly around his middle.
He was laughing at you when you squeezed your grip anytime you took a turn or the horse sped up to cross a road. It felt a bit ridiculous as some cars passed you but you saw more and more horseback people as you got closer to town and almost all of them enthusiastically greeted Jungkook.
The stories he had told you about knowing everybody here were clearly true because he couldn’t be more liked if he tried.
It didn’t take long to arrive at the market and Jungkook reached a hand up to you so you could slide off the horse, his hands sturdy above your hip so you didn’t land the wrong way. You eyed him as he tied the large animal to a post outside, petting its nose softly and whispering something you didn’t hear.
A whistle behind you made his hands freeze and both of you turned to see an older man sitting outside the market, a bucket full of loose change infront of him and a brown paper bag around a glass bottle sat on his lap.
“Pretty little thing.” His accent was even heavier due to the slur in his speech and your eyes narrowed as he scanned down your frame. Jungkook’s mother had left some pretty farm dresses and cowgirl boots outside your door a few nights ago and you had been excited to wear them until his eyes were on your bare legs. “Ain’t from around here.”
It was a statement and not a question and you scoffed at him.
“What gave it away?” You said coldly. You knew you still didn’t carry yourself like somebody from the country even when you wore their clothes and did their labor, the lack of a drawl in your voice really not helping you towards fitting in.
You could feel the presence of Jungkook approaching behind you now that he had gotten the horse situated and you glanced over your shoulder. His face was cold again and he was a lot closer to you than he typically would be, nearly touching your back to his chest.
“Johnny.” He said simply, addressing the man and making himself known.
“Oh you’re Jeon’s boy aint you?” He said with an amused smile, looking like he was suddenly reminiscing. Jungkook must have nodded or given him a confirming look because the man was suddenly laughing so hard he was swaying to the side. “Them Jeon’s… are good men.” He pointed at Jungkook as he paused, then laughed loudly again.
You felt yourself reaching back and wrapping your hands around Jungkook’s elbow before you could think about it, going to pull him towards the entrance so you both could leave this conversation and not hear whatever it was he was laughing so hard about.
The man's eyes flashed with interest when he saw you touching his arm, hugging it to your side in a way that could come across as intimate rather than instinctual.
“Oh, is this your missus?” He called and you saw an older couple's head turn with annoyance at his loud tone and the outdated phrasing, shaking their heads in disapproval.
Jungkook’s cheek shifted as he addressed you like that and you sighed at the realization this was going to take you too far off track for you to bother with. You tugged him softly and ignored the obnoxious laughter coming from behind you as you entered the market.
“Just ignore it.” You said softly, not letting go of his arm even when you were deeper into the store. He glanced at you like he was upset you hadn’t let him handle it and that furthered your reasoning for keeping a hold on him.
“He was disrespectful.” He said plainly, eyes still heated even when you stopped walking and turned to face him. The tips of your boots touched his as you reached into his shirt pocket to pull out the list his mother had given him, catching him stuffing it in there before you mounted the horse. “How can he talk to a woman like that?”
“He was a drunk idiot.” You stated, catching his eye for a second as you stood there before realizing how close you were and taking a step away.
Jungkook still seemed irritated as you shopped, filling a basket full of the ingredients his mom had written in neat handwriting. He took the basket from you when it was more than half full and starting to get a little heavy and you gave him a thankful look.
It was hard for him to stay annoyed considering the countless older women that stopped to coo at him and ask him how his parents were, remarking on the last time they’d seen him and how tall and handsome he had grown up to be.
This was something you had also noticed, much to your dismay.
You figured you had been too distracted your first two weeks but your general dislike for your situation and Jungkook himself to realize the devastating fact that he was actually the most attractive person you had been around.
He was now constantly distracting you without even meaning to, tan skin and big eyes so effortlessly lifting things two times your size and controlling stubborn animals. It was a bit ridiculous that somebody with forearms that veiny and strong also looked that good in a stupid cowboy hat.
Even now, leaning against a fridge as he watched you scan over the list in his washed denim jeans and giant belt buckle. It was something straight out of a cowboy fantasy and you felt like a fool for falling victim to it.
It didn’t help your new found dilemma that he was also the sweetest person you had ever met now that he was done giving you the silent treatment and glaring everytime you messed something up.
Whether it was natural southern hospitality or his mothers teachings, Jungkook was a well mannered boy down to his core and did not consider opening the door for you or carrying bags for the older women in the store anything other than the bare minimum.
You weren’t surprised that he was so aggravated by the drunk man for eyeing you or calling you his missus, like you were a piece of property because that was just the type of guy Jungkook was.
“Reckon we are almost done?”
And then there was that.
Your eyes shifted over to him as his voice broke you from your thoughts and you almost outwardly sighed in annoyance with yourself. Never once in your entire life had you considered that a southern accent might bring your heart into your throat but apparently that was just something that happened to you now.
You imagined Jungkook didn’t even think he had an accent let alone realized how heavy it was but the low drawl and phrases he used made you feel like a preteen girl who had just discovered british boy bands for the first time.
“Yeah pretty much, just…” You trailed off as your eyes landed on a small booth tucked in the back corner of the vendor section.
Jungkook squinted at you before turning around and scoffing a little when he realized what had caught your attention so easily.
You felt like your feet were magnetically drawn to the rows of pretty farm dresses, lace bandanas and cowgirl hats. Your eyes were wide as you took them all in, already feeling your bank account emptying. The clothes Nari had been bringing you weren’t hideous but they certainly weren’t the most flattering things you had ever worn.
He stood there holding the baskets of groceries while you pointed out everything you wanted to the woman at the booth, smiling happily as you left the store with your arms full.
“You’re ridiculous.” He said flatly as he shook his head and situated the grocery bags in the saddle bags on each side of the horse. His words lacked any heat and you rolled your eyes as you watched him.
“What I am, is sick of sharing a closet with your mother.” He shot you a look. “No offense.”
A laugh escaped him as he finished, turning to you expectantly. It felt more natural now to step closer to the massive animal and he stared at you as you stood in front of him, making sure you were ready and nodding when you gave him an expectant look.
His hands were back on your hips, confirming to yourself that you were inching into delusional territory when your stomach lit up. He was easily lifting you almost above his head so you could swing your leg over the saddle, further forward than you had been.
You almost scooted back to your place but he was mounting before you could and you quickly realized he had placed you there purposefully, now sat behind you with his thighs on the outside of yours.
“Oh so I’m steering now?” You glanced back at him and he looked amused, taking off his hat and adjusting it before placing it on your head. You squinted at him and his mischievous expression before quickly facing forward when he was kicking his foot and whistling lowly to get the horse to start to move.
“Lucky is good to learn on.” He said simply and you suddenly considered steering you both into a lake when you heard his low voice now behind you and near your ear. “He’s gentle.”
“He’s huge.” You remarked plainly and this time when he breathed out a short laugh you could feel it on the back of your neck.
You rode in pleasant silence and the sun was far less brutal now that it was starting to set, the little bit of shine kept out of your eyes by his hat sitting comfortably on your head. You tried to ignore that flutter in your chest at the fact you were wearing his hat and riding his horse, back pressed to chest even if it was just for safety.
“Does it ever get annoying living in such a small town?” You mused in a calm voice after another group of people waved to Jungkook. “Running into ex girlfriends all the time I bet.”
He didn’t respond right away and you swore you thought you felt him tensing behind you. You glanced over your shoulder at him, hoping to find him wearing an amused expression and instead he was just staring at you blankly.
Your eyebrows furrowed for a long second before you were turning back forward with a mouth parted in understanding.
Suddenly it was awkward and you mentally punched yourself for being the one to bring the uncomfortable air to the conversation. Neither of you said anything and you somehow decided that was worse than whatever was about to come out of your mouth.
“Sorry. There’s nothing wrong with that, you know?”
“Just stop talking.” He grunted behind you, sounding more pained and embarrassed than angry with you. “It makes it way worse when you say stuff like that.”
You weren’t sure how anything could make it better but you genuinely didn’t think any less of Jungkook for not having a girlfriend before, if anything it felt a bit ridiculous considering what he looked like but you definitely could not say that to him.
Instead you just fell into a silence that you hoped wasn’t marking the return of your feud. You gave him another apologetic look in the barn after he helped you down and he sighed softly when he saw it, giving you his habitual nod and taking his hat off of your head gently so he could wear it again.
You found yourself unusually bored without the company of Jungkook who had disappeared into his room almost as soon as you got back.
You ended up sitting on one of the rocking chairs on the porch, your more affectionate cat napping in your lap while the other brushed against the wood arches. You were attempting to write in your journal but your mind was blanking or rather full of other things.
There was genuine guilt inside of you for accidentally making Jungkook feel embarrassed but you weren’t really sure what to do about it, finding him hard to read when it came to certain things.
It was easy to tell when he was tired of a particularly repetitive chore, when he felt irritated by his dad more than usual, and when he was getting moody because he was hungry but how did you make him feel better about something like this without making him more humiliated when you brought it up again.
The boy in question was interrupting your string of thoughts and half composed apologies when he was bursting through the front door.
You sat up quickly, eyes wide from the way it slammed against the side of the house and cracked on its old hinges. You were just opening your mouth to ask him what had happened when Minchul was storming out right behind him, his belt in his hand and an expression that made your blood run cold.
“Do it again until it's right.” He was screaming down the porch at Jungkook’s tense back that didn’t stop moving.
He didn’t seem afraid necessarily but rather furious as he made his way to one of the barns, shoulders squared and barely giving you a glimpse of the glare on his face before he slammed the large door shut and disappeared inside.
“That damn boy is useless.” Minchul spat to himself and you stared at him with a shocked and fearful glance. He faltered when he noticed you sitting there and sighed softly, body relaxing just enough for you to narrow your gaze. “Sorry you had to see that honey. You think he would know better by now.”
You didn’t dare respond to him, not trusting yourself to hold back from saying something that would get you or Jungkook in any trouble, or any more in his case. Your eyes drifted to the belt in his tight grip and he sighed again before heading back inside.
Supper was painfully silent and you felt terrible for Nari considering she had spent hours preparing it.
You made sure to hum softly after every few bites, exaggerating the noise so she would know you found it delicious. She gave you a knowing look across the table and smiled at you, breaking the quiet with a soft question about how you liked the town.
It was unlike you to speak at the dinner table but the men were clearly abandoning that role for the night so you and her exchanged gentle small talk while you all ate, trying to make the room feel less suffocating.
You’d understood after the first few nights that it was expected of you and Jungkook to do the dishes so you hugged Nari goodnight and drifted over to the sink.
You didn’t say anything, didn’t ask him if he was okay in fear of making it even worse. His shoulders were still tense like they had been earlier and the look on his face was bugging you, not used to seeing it compared to his usual expressions.
“I’m sorry.” He surprised you by being the first to speak, a low mutter as he took a wet plate from you and dried it off. “He shouldn’t have done that in front of you.”
You wanted to retort that he shouldn't have done it at all but that felt stupid and obvious, something you both already knew and didn’t need to voice. You just shook your head at his apology, not needing to accept one from him.
“You’re a good man Jungkook.” You finally decided to say plainly, not emotion in your voice so he could take the words as simple and true as they were.
He faltered with his hand in mid air, only a brief second before he was taking another dish.
When you were done washing you leaned against the counter next to you, watching him and waiting for him to finish up. He wasn’t looking at you but you knew he felt you staring. He sighed when he dried the last one and finally turned towards you.
“Why are you lookin’ at me like that princess?” He said with exhaustion lacing his words and although the name was mocking, it still sent a jolt through your body.
“You know you’re handsome right?” You weren’t trying to flirt with him, especially not with this awkward air from what you had seen. You were just genuinely wondering if he had even noticed, unable to tell by the way he carried himself.
Jungkook stared at you with an unchanging expression, like he was waiting for you to say something else or even laugh at him.
It wasn’t the first time you noticed the sheer size of him, not exactly the tallest man you’d met but certainly making up for it by the width of his shoulders and the broad muscle on his chest. His father was a naturally large man with a round belly and tall stature but you imagined Jungkook could take him quite easily in terms of strength.
“C’mere.” You baited softly, not moving from the counter and just watching him with an almost expressionless face. He took a few seconds but his feet were eventually moving and he was a few feet closer to you now.
Your hand was on his arm, gentle and tracing as you squeezed it lightly but kept your gaze locked on his face. His body was locked with tension as he looked at you, almost curiously.
“No girlfriends but..” You faded off when you saw the flash of annoyance pass over his face, not liking that you were bringing this back up again. “Have you ever hooked up with someone?”
The question lingered in the air adn you almost wondered if he was planning on rejecting you. He hadn’t done anything that made you think he was necessarily interested in you the way you were becoming interested in him but you knew you were relatively pretty and he clearly didn’t mind your company, showing it in his own stoic way.
“What’s it matter?” He mumbled back, shifting a step or two closer like he hadn’t realized he was.
His lack of an actual answer inside the response told you what you needed to know and he seemed to understand that considering the way he sighed.
“Do you think I’m judging you?”
Your head had cocked as you said it and he let out a humorless laugh at the earnest way you asked it.
“Aren’t you?” He retorted and it was a bit more heated than his voice had been before, defenses clearly up despite the way your hand was still smoothing over his arm as you had this conversation. “I’m not some loser.”
Your eyebrows furrowed at the outburst, wondering when he had drawn that conclusion. It wasn’t that surprising that a southern boy would associate sexual experience with masculinity or social class but you shook your head.
“I already told you what I think of you Jungkook.” You answered back, stopping your hand from rubbing his skin and letting it just rest instead. “I think you’re a good man.” Your tone was gentle and smooth so he didn’t have any reason to think you were making fun of him. “And that you’re handsome.”
Your hand moved to sit on his firm chest and you could feel the way his heart raced underneath your palm, fast and pounding as you stared up at him. Jungkook might genuinely be the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, sun kissed skin and scars littering his body from a lifetime of hard work.
His features were strong and manly but paired with gentle eyes that watched you quizzically and you were sighing softly without even meaning to. You hoped you weren’t overwhelming him with your sudden forwardness but there was only so much time you could spend watching him think lowly of himself before you longer to inform him of the way others viewed him.
You leaned up on your tippy toes while simultaneously bringing his face down so you could kiss him softly, thumb rubbing his jaw and cheek.
He only hesitated for a second before he was kissing you back, taking a few steps forward until your back was hitting the counter again but this time with his body pressing against yours. Your mouths moved together eagerly and you made a small noise when his hands were on your hips, yours moving to play with the hairs touching the back of his neck.
His height and size was making you feel crazy as he tugged you against him, his strong arms around you and the thought of how easily he had lifted your entire body earlier made you feel warm as you made out desperately.
The sound of someone clearing their throat was making you jump away from each other and your eyes were both wide with panic as you saw his mother standing at the bottom of the stairs in her nightgown. Your chest was rising and falling both from the intense make out session and embarrassment.
“I-“ You squeaked out in an attempt to explain but nothing followed and you almost thought his mom looked amused.
“Goodnight.” She said softly before turning back around like she hadn't seen anything. You’d expected to be sent up to your rooms for the night but clearly she was attempting to meddle by leaving you alone again.
The tension had popped and you awkwardly looked at Jungkook.
Jungkook let out a shaky breath as he watched his mom go back upstairs, his heart still beating like a drum in his chest. His cheeks were still flushed red with embarrassment, and he ran a hand sheepishly through his hair as he looked at you with an unreadable expression.
He took a deep breath and the sound made you feel way worse. You shifted on your feet, not really knowing what to do in this situation. It felt so ridiculous that you couldn’t help yourself from bursting out into soft laughter and he gave you a disbelieving look.
Your forehead fell against his chest as you laughed softly, eyes squeezed shut from embarrassment. You felt his body shaking slightly as he joined you in your giggle fit and you were glad he wasn’t taking this as seriously as you feared he might.
You could feel his hand in your hair as he brushed it out of your face and your laughter faded off into a warm smile as you looked up at him, rocking onto your tiptoe to press against him in another kiss. It was much sweeter this time, lacking any real heat.
Only until his hands were back on your hips and then you couldn’t stop yourself from parting your lips and pushing deeper, grateful he had understood what you wanted when he pushed you back against the counter and tilted his head with yours.
It was picking up in pace again and your tongue was moving against his bottom lip, whining softly when he licked against your own and bringing one of your hands back to rub his hard chest.
“You’re a good kisser.” You remarked against his mouth and you could quite literally feel him smirk, the realization making you feel like you were truly going crazy.
“You’re pretty.” He said back in that same monotone voice he always had and you smiled at the now familiar sound of it. His hands tensed against your hips and you quickly got what he wanted, kissing him again with more fever after his compliment towards you.
You weren’t sure how you went from arguing with him a few weeks ago to making out desperately in his kitchen but it was hard to dislike the change in things when it felt so good, barely able to pull yourself away from him when he was whispering into your mouth that you needed to get some sleep.
He was right and you knew that but he practically had to maneuver you both towards the bedroom hall, stopping to kiss you along the way and laughing when your hands were stubborn in their exploration of his strong arms.
You’d closed your door and immediately pressed your back against it as you sucked in a deep breath, waiting until you heard his own close down the hall before you were throwing yourself on the bed and screaming into the pillow.
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The next morning left you feeling slightly anxious and embarrassed, nervous to face Jungkook with your new development and downright terrified to see his mother.
She was alone in the kitchen when you ventured down and you froze at the bottom of the staircase, considering turning around and booking it back up the stairs until her gentle gaze landed on you and it was too late.
“C'mon honey, I won’t bite.” She said with amusement lacing her words and your shoulders halfway relaxed. You blushed and walked fully into the room, avoiding the counter she had seen Jungkook pressing you against last night like it was infected.
“I’m so sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean to disrespect you and your house.” You said quickly with a sigh as you sat on one of the stools, not even planning to address it but unable to stop yourself from feeling foolish.
She watched you with patient eyes as you spoke it in one breath and then smiled gently. “I haven’t seen my baby smile like that since he was a boy. I know he’s a grown up now and he does what grown ups do.” Your face flushed at the implication and you suddenly wondered if she had already figured this was happening. “I think you’d do him some good.”
You weren’t sure how to respond to her kind words and you stayed quiet and stiff on the stool.
The floorboard creaking made you turn back to the doorway and you froze even more when you saw Jungkook standing there, his expression alerting you to the fact he had been there longer than you had realized and most likely eavesdropping.
“Hi.” You instinctively breathed out when you noticed him, ridiculously handsome in the early morning.
He cleared his throat and entered the kitchen, giving his mother a soft kiss on the cheek as a greeting before placing his hands on the island and looking at you awkwardly. “Hey.”
Nari suddenly decided she had something to do that involved her going out to the chicken coop but you didn’t miss the instigating look she shot him over her shoulder as she left. You almost thought his cheeks were tinged pink as he quickly looked away from her and your lips curled upwards just enough for him to sigh.
“Listen I-”
“Do you want to do something with me today?” He had cut you off and then froze like he hadn’t even realized you were speaking.
Your eyes were a little wide as you stared at him, forgetting what you were even trying to tell him, most likely something that would give him the option to pretend the kiss had never happened but you liked his idea a lot better.
“Something like.. other than chores?” You half teased as you reminded him that you did something with him almost every single day if farm work counted. He was nodding his head swiftly and going between avoiding looking at you directly and staring into your eyes intensely. “Yes Jungkook, I would. That sounds very nice.”
He looked overly relieved that you had agreed and you began to really question his sanity if he actually thought you would reject him after what had happened.
Jungkook had instructed you that you would need a bathing suit and something comfortable to walk in, not leaving much to the imagination about what he wanted to do but leaving you excited regardless.
You almost asked him how he had gotten the two of you out of duties but you saw Nari carrying a small bag of hay as you stepped out onto the porch and realized quickly she must have agreed to help out today.
She was giving you a soft look and you returned it with a small smile and a wave goodbye, hearing the hinges creak behind you as he made his way out of the house and paused next to you to look at his mom as she disappeared back to the nearest barn.
“Ready?” He said softly and you nodded your head at him, glancing to the side and feeling glad to see him smiling subtly.
The new development between you did not change the fact Jungkook didn’t talk much but it did mean he let you be the one to shuffle through his CD collection until you found something you liked. He actually had a few things you managed to recognize and you put in the back of your mind to request a mixtape of his favorite tracks.
You preferred the windows down and wind blowing to the cold and sterile AC of your car back in the city, hair in your face and the now familiar scents that the warm air danced through the old truck being things you had grown used to faster than your usual that you had simply tolerated for two decades.
He was tapping the steering wheel to the music and your eyes scanned over him briefly now that he was distracted.
He had abandoned his button up flannels for the day in place of a loose shirt that was tucked into his jeans and belt in random places, showcasing his large belt buckle that you had started to think was his signature.
Clearly you were obvious enough that he caught on to the feeling of you staring because he was sending you a sideways glance that made you laugh. Most guys would probably smirk cockily if they noticed you checking them out like that but Jungkook was certainly not most guys, quickly facing forward again and swallowing hard.
You watched from the side mirror as dust kicked up nearly to your window, feeling him shift gears as he pulled off onto the side of the dirt road.
There was nothing special about the area he stopped at, a simple stretch of road with trees canopy over the top and giving you a nice break from the sun. You looked at him, curious why he was stopping.
“Cmon.” He said and his eyes flashed with something bright before he was getting out of the driver's side and gesturing for you to slide across the bench seat of the truck so you could come out his door.
His hand was reaching out to grab yours, helping you out smoothly and the act made it so you were standing almost as close as you were the night before. He took a few seconds to let his eyes dart over your face before he was stepping back and keeping his hand over yours.
“It’s through here.” He breathed and you nodded, letting him gently guide you through the trees and brush.
You could see a faint desired path, dirt in place of grass where people had been stepping and venturing off from the road like you were now.
Luckily it wasn’t a long walk considering you were not exactly accustomed enough to the outdoor life to enjoy branches in your face but you were glad you had heeded his warning about comfortable shoes.
You felt his hand squeezing yours as he slowed his pace, leaving you almost stumbling into his back from your lack of paying attention.
He glanced back at you as you came to a stop beside him, hands wrapping around his arm similarly to the way you had held him at the market. He stepped to the side more so you could see what he was bringing you towards and your mouth parted.
The quarry was only a little bigger than a pond, surrounded on all sides by trees and tall rock walls that glistened from the water splashed on them by the numerous small waterfalls in various places alongside it.
The water was a beautiful blue-green shade that looked especially inviting given the heat today and there was a small slope that led to a patch of sand, sporadic bushes of flowers and long hanging vines decorating the empty spaces.
“Wow.” You breathed out as you stepped out of the tree line, walking along the top of the quarry until you could shuffle your way down the slope towards the beach.
Jungkook stayed right behind you, silent and squeezing your hand every so often whenever the path got a bit steep. You were grateful considering how little focus you had now that you were presented with such a beautiful sight.
“Do you like it?” He was asking softly when you made it to the waterline, the area even more breathtaking from down below. Your eyes scanned over the quarry walls around you now and you almost felt emotional.
You’d never seen anything even remotely similar to this and it was overwhelming you a little bit. It was like an oasis hidden just off the dirty road, untouched by civilization and nurtured by the elements around you.
“It’s amazing.” You turned to face him and he looked pleased that you were excited, biting the inside of his cheek and nodding as he took off his hat and placed it on a nearby log.
Your eyebrows raised in question before he was shifting backwards and kicking off his boots, a laugh of disbelief leaving you in a single breath.
The girlish giggle was leaving you before you could stop it and you didn’t care enough to feel embarrassed about the sound, hurriedly removing your easiest layers before pulling your dress over your head and leaving you in your bathing suit.
When you emerged from the lacy fabric you were greeted by a shirtless Jungkook and you fully froze, eyes locking on his chest and the full expanse of his tattooed sleeve that you’d been catching glimpses of whenever he wore a shirt.
You already knew he was strong, easily detectable by his stamina and how much he could move and carry without breaking a sweat. Plus the telling veins lining his forearms that pulses whenever he shifted or gripped something.
None of these small tidbits could’ve prepared you for the sight of Jeon Jungkook shirtless and you couldn’t even bother to disguise how intensely you were staring at his toned chest and the happy trail wedged between hard ab muscles.
Jungkook seemed to not even notice the way you were looking at him but that probably had something to do with the fact he was staring at you the same exact way, hair messy from removing your dress that now sat at your feet.
You imagined at another time it could’ve been heated but instead it was bashful, almost shy as you both came to reality and looked away in sync. Your cheeks felt warm again and you squinted up at the burning sun like it was the cause and not the pull in your stomach.
It was easier to run towards the water than face him again and he seemed to agree considering you could hear the sound of him entering right behind you.
The two of you splashed and played for nearly an hour, throwing handfuls of water and filling the echoing quarry with your shrieks and laughter as you did so. Your stomach was aching from how hard you were laughing and your cheeks felt even worse, in the best way possible.
You’d even begun to wonder if you had ever actually smiled before this exact moment, the happiness rushing through you feeling so foreign. You were completely detached from yourself.
The wealth of your family name, the cold expressions you both faced daily and learned to force onto yourself and even the heaviness of the city air and its routine were all fading from your mind. Right now you were simply a girl having fun in a beautiful place with a boy that liked you enough to free his day and show it to you.
Jungkook was either thinking similarly or simply recognizing your melancholy because the play splashing faded into the two of you slowly inching closer and closer in the water until your arms were looped around his neck and his settled warmly on your waist.
Your eyes were scanning over the parts of his chest that were not under the hazy water, cold fingers lightly tracing over the scars and marks littering his tan skin.
He was simply watching you, eyes on your face and only shifting away briefly whenever you made eye contact.
“Where'd you get this one?” Your voice was a whisper and it felt like the first time you’d talked in a while, smoothing over a particularly large mark spanning across his left collarbone all the way to his shoulder.
“Got bucked off Lucky when I was fourteen.” He said in a low voice, referencing the large horse you’d taken into town together. “Landed wrong on the wired fence.”
You nodded softly as he recounted the story, feeling a deeper warmth when you thought about teenage Jungkook and his mishaps as he grew into the practiced country man he was now. His hands squeezed your waist as your hand crept up to his cheek and you shifted closer.
“This one?” Your tone was more hesitant when you saw the look on his face at the touch, already knowing he’d be explaining that especially deep mark next.
“I was seventeen.” He started off slowly and you watched him, hand moving to cup his cheek and obscure the scar from your vision. His face instinctively pushed against your palm and he sighed. “Accidentally tipped a barrel of feed we were transporting to the neighbors. My dad sent me flying into the wall and I guess there was an old nail or something.”
It was the first time he had outwardly voiced what you already assumed and although you knew, it didn’t make it any easier to hear him say it.
“Has he always done that?” You whispered and he shook his head.
“Just when I became a teenager.” He said simply, like it wasn't a big deal to him. It probably wasn’t anymore and you couldn't help but frown softly, feeling worse when his eyes flashed with concern. “Happens less now.”
Another thing you didn’t need to hear out loud to understand. Jungkook was bigger now, stronger and harder to push around even if he allowed it up to a certain point. You had a feeling that he'd never lay a hand on his father to test the theory but you had full confidence he could lay him out if needed and you imagined Minchul had realized something similar.
You felt the words leave you, not exactly sure if that was what he needed anyways. There was nothing you could say that would make it stop and you figured he had thought of any reassuring phrases you would’ve come up with anyways.
There was only one thing that made sense to you and you hoped it was the right choice when you kissed him softly.
It was so gentle he barely felt it and then you were pulling back and pressing your forehead against his. His gaze was softer now and you could feel the wet droplets from his hair on your skin, his large hand leaving your hip underwater to hold your face and bring you into him again.
This time there was some heat behind the action, mouths moving together as you wrapped your legs around his middle to be as close as possible.
Jungkook kissed you deeply, a low noise sounding from his chest when you were tugging softly at his lower lip. It felt like a habit to tangle your tongue with his and you sighed against his mouth, one hand on his jaw with the other resting on his chest as he held you weightlessly in the water.
“Have I mentioned you’re a good kisser?” You breathed against his mouth and he made a low noise, used to your antics and teasing comments by now. His hands were under your thighs to keep you supported around his waist and you sighed as you fell back into a kiss.
It felt utterly ridiculous, disbelief still clouding your mind when you felt the butterflies in your stomach and the way your skin felt tingly wherever his hands traced. You had barely felt anything before you got here and suddenly your days were full of satisfying muscle aches and electric glances across the room with a boy who was holding you like he actually managed to care about you.
You felt like a fool for putting so much weight behind kissing him, behind being somewhere he considered special and laughing like little kids together.
“I am so happy you are here.”
All of your concerns faded away when he whispered the words against your lips, unable to keep kissing him but loving the way he pecked your mouth a few times before realizing you weren’t responding anymore and looking at you heavily.
Maybe he could tell it was something you needed to hear because one of his hands left your leg in favor of pushing your wet hair behind your ear, thumb tracing over your swollen lips.
“You mean that?” You accidentally whispered it and that felt much more vulnerable than you had meant it to come across, not able to stop yourself from seeking confirmation. You’d spent your entire life feeling like you were taking up space, a ghost in crowded conference halls and an investment only worthy of funding.
Jungkook had nothing to take from you, you had nothing to offer him here in this new version of you that you had barely begun to understand yourself and yet his eyes were soft and genuine as he nodded.
“I was just going through the motions before you.” He responded right when you needed to hear it most and the rare show of vocalized honesty from him hit harder. You could tell it was difficult for him to say these things out loud without feeling insecure and you appreciated it even more.
You kissed him eagerly and barely processed the way he was standing out of the water and easily carrying you to the shore, only recognizing your new location when your back touched the warm sand and you gasped softly.
It was swallowed by his mouth as he placed himself over you, holding his weight up with his left arm so he wasn’t exactly pressing against you. He felt even better in this position and your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him down and keeping his mouth moving with yours like it was the only way you could function.
You weren’t sure how long you stayed there like that, going between kissing heavily and whispering sweet words to each other that made your chest tighten so much it felt like it was going to explode.
The sun had started to set and you felt slightly chilled in your damp suit, flushing when he noticed your shiver and silently moved to help pull your dress back over your head. He stood from the sand, offering a hand to lift you up and steadying you before finding his discarded shirt.
It was silent on the way back to the farm but welcomed. You had abandoned the passenger seat in favor of sitting in the middle, laying your head on his shoulder and smiling every time his hand moved from the gear stick to rest on your bare knee.
He had his left arm out the window as he tapped the top of it occasionally along to the music but he quickly withdrew it when you pulled in the long driveway and saw the porch light still on. It was dark by now but not quite late enough to cause any suspicion, sky a dark blue as the sun fully set.
You were glad you had enough sense to scoot back into your seat because you passed the scattered trees and could now clearly see Minchul stood on the porch, not at all trying to pretend he wasn’t waiting for you.
Jungkook was tense and his face was dark in a way that pulled a pout onto your face, hoping you didn’t have a sour end to such a beautiful day.
He sighed as he parked the truck and you reached your hand over to grab his, his eyes darting to you quickly like he had forgotten you were sitting there with him. You watched as his shoulders dropped as they lost their tension and he gave you a soft smile and squeezed your hand in his.
You were both exiting the truck and you gave Minchul a small wave, only slightly surprised that he didn’t return it. He was still keeping up the charming and friendly persona with you but clearly it didn’t matter when his hard gaze was locked on his son.
“How were the Johnsons?” He said lowly and you knew better than to respond or showcase any confusion on your face even though you had no idea what he was talking about.
“The Johnsons?” Jungkook’s voice was casual as he walked, barely faltering at the question and not even glancing at his dad as he stepped onto the porch. You stayed on the yard and watched them, breath held as it almost seemed like they were sizing each other up. You weren’t used to seeing any defiance from Jungkook and it worried you. “We were at the Lee’s. Mary said hello.”
He went inside, sending you a glance as he did and you stood there silently.
Minchul scoffed and you saw his jaw clench in annoyance, clearly wanting to test Jungkook and catch him in a lie. Nari and him must have come up with a cover story beforehand about where you two were the entire day, something you stupidly hadn’t even considered.
His gaze fell on you and while it wasn’t as icy, it still didn’t look thrilled to see you. You were glad you had become so accustomed to having a flat expression because the last thing you wanted was to be the one who fucked it up and got the both of you in trouble.
“Thank you for letting us have some time off.” You said softly, tone as polite as you could manage and he stayed very still for a few more seconds before giving you a small smile and nodding. You stayed there as he turned to head inside, finally letting out the breath you were holding.
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It was difficult to know Jungkook was so close yet also understanding spending unnecessary time with him could get you in trouble potentially. You knew you were both adults but it was his fathers house and clearly he didn’t have sound reasoning for his hatred towards Jungkook.
As much as you wanted to lounge in his room with him and listen to music, you settled for opening your door and letting it float down the hallway towards you as you journaled.
You were back to chores the next morning like normal and you couldn’t help the shy smile on your face when you saw him in the kitchen. He returned it and you felt his foot nudge against yours when you slid onto the stool beside him, side eyeing him playfully as Nari brought you both a plate of breakfast.
There was a welcomed silence as you ate rather quickly and then you were both slipping out of the house, soft giggles escaping you at the fast way he walked towards the barn. He glanced behind you towards the house and must've determined the coast was clear because he was scooping you off of your feet to get you there quicker.
“You’re insane.” You laughed and slapped against his shoulder as he bridal style carried you into the barn, rounding the corner and setting you down when you were out of sight.
“Is that a bad thing?” His eyebrow went up and you narrowed your eyes jokingly, a bright smile on your face as you stared up at him. “Maybe I just missed you.”
You still weren’t used to the quiet boy you had grown accustomed to being able to say the most devastating things like he didn’t even realize what they did to you. You sucked in a breath at the statement and it wasn’t long before he was kissing you again.
There seemed to be a mutual addiction to the action now that you’d done it a few times and you were glad you weren’t alone in that, not sure what you would do if he wasn’t so willing to kiss you all the time.
Kissing you didn’t seem to be the only thing on Jungkook’s mind because it wasn’t long before he had you laid back against a blanket over the hay, making you half wonder if he planned this or if it was just a spontaneous decision. Either way you appreciated the gesture, not sure you could enjoy the way he was kissing down your neck as much if you had scratchy grass poking you back.
“Jungkook.” You gasped his name out when his teeth brushed over your collarbone and his back hardened at the sound for a second before he was humming, low and sensual as he questioned the reason for your call. “More.”
He picked his head up long enough to look into your eyes, scanning over your face with a dark expression you hadn’t quite seen from him. It was similar to the way he looked when he was particularly focused on a hard task but there was something deeper there and you suddenly felt flustered.
“Tell me what you want.” It was a soft instruction that subtly reminded you he didn’t really know what he was doing.
“Anything, just…” Your hands were in his hair and you kissed him softly as you tried to collect yourself, distracted by the way he was looking at you and the weight of his body on top of yours. “Just you. I just want you.”
That seemed to be enough for him to forget his inexperienced based hesitance because his mouth was back on yours, sloppy and hot in a way that made a shiver go down your spine. His hands moved under your dress, pushing it up so it sat under your ribs and exposed your lower half.
He went back to kissing down your neck and this time he didn’t stop at your dress, skipping your covered section and shifting his body further down so he could have his mouth on your stomach. You sucked in a gasp at the sensation, keeping your hands in his hair to keep yourself grounded under the illusion of some control.
It was a world changing sight to see him down between your legs like that, eyes darting from your lace panties back up to your face to make sure you were feeling okay. You imagined he was being met with a very eager expression on your face, nearly pleading as you took in his messy hair and doe eyes.
The first press of his lips alongside your inner thigh was almost enough to ruin your life and you whined softly, shifting your knees further apart so he had no issue getting where he needed.
“Quiet down princess.” The already low drawl of his voice had taken an even deeper tone and you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut like you were pained at the idea of silence. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby.”
He had no idea the way he was wrecking you with the pet names, made even more clear by the way his mouth was on your core through the thin wet fabric of your underwear. Your hips bucked as you made a strangled sound and his hand was shooting up to hold you down, pressing against your stomach and kissing his teeth at you like you were an animal he was trying to settle.
The instinctive way he attempted to tame you made your head spin, not even realizing how sexy you would find that until he did it.
“Jungkook.” You were breathing again and shifting your hips upwards, heat surging through you when you realized you weren’t even able to move under his strong hold. He was easily pressing you against the blanket with one hand and one of yours moved from his hair to pull at the waistband of your panties.
He didn’t need you to explain that to him, hurriedly sitting up enough that he could pull them down your thighs and grunting a little when you kicked them away, settling back between your legs and taking a deep breath at the sight of you bare.
“Please.” You pleaded and he looked back up at you.
“You want it baby?” He said lowly, a whole new persona to him you hadn’t even begun to fantasize about and you nodded eagerly, eyes a little glassy. “Want me to taste you?”
You made another high pitched impatient sound and he laughed a little, breath hitting your wet folds making your body tighten for a second.
He was finally done teasing you and you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet like he requested as soon as his mouth was on you, hands moving to your knees to keep your legs from clamping around his head as he licked against you.
“Oh fuck.” You whined and he closed his eyes at the taste of you, tongue slow and testing as he explored what areas brought the biggest reaction out from your lips. He was clearly a good kisser in more than one way because you felt like you were going to pass out just from the way his mouth moved, getting more eager the more comfortable he got.
Your hips rocked forward against his face as much as his grip allowed, searching for friction and finding it when his nose brushed against your sensitive clit. His mouth quickly followed, tongue working your bud and bringing noises out of you that you didn’t even know you were capable of.
“Feels so good.” You mewled and he groaned against you, sending another wave of pleasure and longing through you.
“It’s good princess?” He was breathing heavier from the lack of oxygen considering he hadn’t taken his mouth off of you since he got down there and you almost laughed at the sound of it. You weren’t sure if he was dirty talking or genuinely looking for reassurance but you nodded eagerly regardless, hands tangling back in his hair and pressing his face back between your legs.
“Make me cum.” You said the order softly, more of a plea than anything and he took it easily, practically making out with your cunt in his desperation to give you what you wanted. Jungkook was clearly a pleaser and you found it even more stupid nobody had jumped his bones yet, although a possessive flare surging through you every time you remembered you were his first.
You did a terrible job keeping quiet as he ate you out and you figured the rough way he was squeezing your thighs was meant to be reminders but you ignored him in favor of rolling your hips along with his mouth, biting your lip to keep from outwardly screaming when you realized you were about to cum.
Your grip in his hair tightened almost painfully and your breathing picked up, chest rising and falling in heavy pants as you got closer. Luckily Jungkook knew enough to not stop, pressing his tongue against your hole with his nose nudging your clit and bringing you to release so suddenly you felt dizzy.
“What the fuck?” You felt almost startled by how fast and intensely he made you finish and he slowed down, eyeing you curiously and almost looking like he was smiling. He kissed your thighs a few more times softly before he was coming back up on top of you.
You moaned when he was kissing you out of nowhere, not even slightly disgusted at the idea of tasting yourself and instead eagerly licking into his mouth.
“Wait.” You gasped into it and he barely slowed, only pausing to kiss the corners of your lips and let you speak. “What about you?”
Your hand was inching between your bodies to feel his hard length but you faltered when you felt the wet patch on his pants instead. His body tensed on top of yours and your eyes went back to his face, taking in his embarrassed expression and feeling a million different types of warmth rushing through you suddenly.
“Fuck.” He said in one breath, eyes shutting tight for a second like he was willing himself to disappear.
“That might be the hottest thing that has ever happened to me.” You said far too loud for the quiet barn and he looked at you like you were crazy, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks turning pink when he processed the dazed out look returning to your face. “You came in your pants from eating me out? Are you even real?”
He was frozen for a long few seconds with that same expression before he was pushing out a singular disbelieving laugh and resting his head on your shoulder. You giggled as he groaned into your hot skin, hand coming back up to his hair to pet it gently this time.
You didn’t move for a bit, kissing softly until the heat was beginning to feel too intense now that you didn’t have a mind numbing distraction.
“We have to do our chores.” You whispered against his lips and he sighed softly, knowing you were right.
He was gentle as he helped you stand up, sitting you back on a wood slate so he could pull your underwear backup and adjust your dress. His hands were smoothing through your hair to help control it, picking loose pieces of grass and straw as you watched his face.
The barn was quiet as you reached up to cup his face, pulling him in for another kiss and sighing softly when you felt him smiling.
“What are you doing to me?” You almost groaned as he pulled away again, tugging you off of the wood so you were standing in front of him. You were close enough for your chest to press together and you craned your neck to look up at him.
“It’s mutual.” He responded easily and you felt like you were really going crazy.
Luckily he had more sense than you and was backing up a few feet to pop the tension filled bubble and help keep you focused. It was almost impossible to watch him do chores now that you knew what was hidden under his shirt, and became familiar with those grunts in a different context.
You worked through the day together and kept your shy smiles and loaded glances to as much of a minimum as you could manage.
Supper was much more pleasant today and you felt like things were starting to really flow nicely around here, your heart feeling content as you and Nari joked around over the meal and the men listened with fond smiles.
Your gaze went to Jungkook for the hundredth time today and you found him already watching you, eyes bright and a smile on his face that you usually didn’t see at dinner time. He must have felt similarly to you about how good the day was because he didn’t look away, holding your eyes affectionately.
When you finally blushed and looked away, your line of sight landed on Minchuk and you froze.
He was staring at you with an expression of understanding, like he had just figured something out. His jaw tensed as he looked towards Jungkook and you felt red hot fear in your chest.
Jungkook had started conversing calmly with his mother and didn’t seem to notice the expression on either of your faces.
It wasn’t until your time to do the dishes that you even dared to look at him again, breathing a sigh of relief when he sunk against you for a hug.
You wrapped your arms tightly around him, stretching on your tiptoes and burying your face in his neck as he circled his against your lower back. The fact it was overly sappy didn’t miss you but you couldn’t really care anymore, longing to be near him after any amount of time.
“I feel crazy.” His voice was slightly muffled by your hair and you smiled at the sound of it and the warm tone he only seemed to take when he spoke to you. “How did I miss you so bad when you are right here?”
You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak without saying something even more ridiculous but he hopes he knows what you mean, what you want to shout into the quiet kitchen.
No, you aren't crazy. No you're not the only one feeling like this. No you don't understand it either.
You only see a glimpse of his eyes before you are kissing and you can’t even remember who started it, if you went on your tiptoes or if he bent down to your level to catch you in something so feverish it felt like you had gone a year apart. There was no way of knowing who backed your bodies up against the counter, whose hands explored the other's frame first and who decided completely abandoning the dishes was somehow a good idea.
The only thing you could pinpoint was the exact moment it ended and he was suddenly ripped from you in a way that was so jarring you felt your knees go weak like you were going to collapse without him.
It took you a few seconds to track his body, stumbled across the kitchen like he had gotten thrown. The icy expression on his face made you realize he had been, your eyes darting to Minchul standing only a few feet away with his chest puffed and his eyebrows pulled together in a way that made your mouth part in shock.
“What the hell do you think you are doing boy?” His voice was venomous and he made another move in Jungkook’s direction that had you covering your mouth, lips still wet from kissing him.
Jungkook didn’t move a muscle, not even slightly flinching or faltering his hardened expression. You wanted to shout at him that now was not the time to challenge his father, not after such a good day and certainly not over you. The look on his face told you that there was no point in trying to diffuse the situation, his shoulders squaring as he shifted his body defensively.
“Oh.” Minchul looked genuinely surprised under all the rage until a bitter laugh slipped out as he stared at Jungkook mockingly. “You’re tough ain't you. A real man now?”
“Minchul.” You said slowly, taking a step away from the counter and trying to put yourself in their peripheral vision. You had a light amount of hope that seeing you in the room might be enough to humble the angry man and also calm Jungkook down enough to at least hold this off. You had wondered if you should call out for Nari but you decided against it. “We.. we were just-”
“I know what you were doing.” He spat as he turned to look at you and the way he stared at you stole all of the hope from underneath you. It was the exact same way he looked at Jungkook and you knew that any effort he was putting into faking a charming persona was no longer applied to you.
“Watch it.” Jungkook was speaking for the first time and both of you snapped your gazes over to him.
His voice had never sounded like that and you felt a wave of fear run over you, not towards him necessarily but towards the outcome that would be caused by this level of anger coming from both of them. He clearly had no intention of pushing away his feelings and fauxing respect to get his dad off of his back, combative and aggressive now that you were being spoken down to.
“Y/N.” Minchul was speaking calm and slow but the way his glare never left Jungkook’s taut frame sent a shiver down your spine and your eyes widened. “Go outside honey.”
“I-” You went to object but he sent you another look that left no room for argument and you turned desperately to Jungkook. He was clenching his jaw and looking pained as he finally looked at you just long enough to give you a confirming nod. His face barely softened but it was noticeable to you, a silent act of reassurance that he would be okay.
You felt beneath yourself as you stumbled outside, not really sure what else to do with your body once you got out there. You got the strange urge to call your father even though he would never help you, even to call your mother who had been dead for most of your life.
Your brain was just searching desperately for solutions and even more so when you heard crashing from inside the house, tears springing to your eyes as you took a few more shaky steps away to try and put some distance between you and the grunts of anger and pain.
The sensible part of your brain noticed a light switching on upstairs as the volume increased, realizing Nari must have woken up and would most likely be rushing down to the kitchen and putting a stop to whatever was happening.
It was a power you clearly did not have and you felt so overwhelmingly useless.
You felt like you were outside for hours alone like that even though it was only a few breathless minutes before Jungkook was coming outside. He was walking fast and storming right past you, similarly to the way he had been the other week when Minchul brought out the belt on the porch.
“Jungkook.” You called out to him and your hands reached for his arm, heart clenching when you made brief contact before they were slipping off as he refused to stop. You started to chase after him without really thinking about it, needing to speak to him before you exploded. “Wait please.”
He whipped around at the crack in your voice and you faltered when you saw the blood on his lip and redness surrounding his eye and cheek. You were sure there were more marks you’d be able to pinpoint tomorrow and you were suddenly grateful for the moon lighting him up.
Your hands were coming up to cup his face instinctively as a wounded noise left you and he winced at the feeling of your hands on his injuries. Your mouth was opening and closing as you searched for the words to say, head shaking as you felt like you were about to cry or throw up or both.
“Did you know?” His voice was hoarse and your eyebrows automatically furrowed in confusion. It was asked softly but he scoffed at your expression and repeated it in a much harsher tone.
“Know what?” You almost begged, wanting so badly to understand him and be able to help in some way. You took a step closer and he looked pained by the action, your stomach turning at the way he avoided looking directly at you. “Did I know what Jungkook? What happened?”
He was quiet for a long time and you felt like the dirt underneath you was slipping away and finally waking you up from this dream you’d been living in. You half wanted to sink with it and wake up in your warm bed worlds away from here with vague visions of a beautiful cowboy and the other half was clawing at the collapsing ground and pleading for the dirt under your nails to stay until morning.
“Your dad owns the farm.” He said it so simply like it didn’t take the air out of your lungs and you shook your head, both in denial and confusion on what he was saying. His eyes were cold as he stared at you like he wasn’t sure if you were the enemy or not anymore. “He owns everything. You own everything.”
He emphasized the pronoun like he was trying to make it really clear to you that you played some type of role in this situation and you shifted away from him.
It suddenly made so much more sense to you, the way Minchul and your father interacted like they were forced to and the memories of coming here as a child feeling so foreign and locked away. How kind the Jeon’s had been to you and the pure fury towards you and Jungkook for getting involved, it was all a result of your father placing his polished shoe on another aspect of your life.
This time it wasn’t an apartment back in the city or your daily schedule, not even your name on the important document that locked you into the family business for life if anything tragic happened to him. Your father had managed to put his greedy hands on something you had deemed untouchable.
Jungkook had created a world for you that didn’t allow the bad stuff to exist, that blocked out every memory you had that was grey and cold. He had brought the sun to you and now you were learning your father had already staked his flag on its surface.
“What are you talking about?” You didn’t know what else to say and you could feel hot tears on your flamed cheeks now. You had never felt adrenaline like that, pure emotion and panic as your chest started to rise and fall quickly.
Jungkook was quiet as he watched you like he was conflicted about what to do. Once a particularly rough breath ran through your body he was softening his shoulders and gaze simultaneously, pulling you against his frame as you wracked with a heavy sob.
You hadn’t had a panic attack in years, since you were a teenager who could barely stand the sight of a crowded crosswalk or a presentation. There was no doubt in your mind that you would not be able to get out of the strong grip of it easily on your own and you sunk against him.
“I’m sorry.” He breathed and you pushed your face into his chest, muffling the strangled noise that left you. “Of course you didn’t know. I know you didn’t know.”
“I want to go home.” Is what you eventually breathed out even though you realized as soon as you said it that you weren’t sure what you were referring to. The thought of your apartment was only comforting until you remembered he didn’t even exist there and you sunk lower against him.
“We can go there.” He said back hurriedly like he had already considered that as an option. You felt terrible for not being in the state to talk to him properly, to ask him if he was okay and if he could face his father again. “I’ll take you, we can go home.”
You weren’t sure he knew what that meant to you but he was gently lowering you on the stairs and going back inside before you could tell him. His back was tense and you had half a mind to yell out for him to come back, to not go in and to stay with you where you could pretend you could keep him safe.
Instead of sitting there and feeling useless, you stood to your feet and chased after him.
He was already on his way back out and you bumped into each other, a startled sound leaving him as his hands reached out to grab your arms and steady you. You were still breathing heavily and now confused by how quickly he had returned, eyes going over his wide shoulders.
Nari was standing in the middle of the kitchen with a dim look on her face, stealing her of her usual warmth and soft glow. Minchul was nowhere to be seen but you could tell by the damage to the room that it had been a full blown scuffle between the two of them.
You felt devastated for her, knowing how much love and pride she held for her kitchen and the things she created. There were shattered plates and disarrayed decorations, a large hole in the wall that you had a bad feeling was created by Jungkook’s back. She met your eyes over his frame and you felt relief when she softened slightly at the sight of your swollen eyes and remorseful stare.
“Go on, honey.” She said in a voice so gentle it broke your heart, Jungkook’s hands tightening on your arms at the sound of it. “I’ll be alright here.”
He was shifting and you could hear the sound of the keys in his fingers now, only just feeling the cold metal pressing against your skin. You nodded swiftly at her and gave her one more heavy look that you hoped she would understand despite your lack of words, her smile in return making you believe she had.
Jungkook and you were quick to leave the house and you felt another sob go through you when he spared one last look towards the barn where Lucky and the other horses were most likely asleep for the night, knowing there was no certain timeline he would be able to see them again any time soon.
He was opening the passenger door for you and making a soft noise with his teeth to get your attention through your devastation, closing it softly once you were sitting on the bench seat.
You waited until he was sat and finished taking a few deep breaths, until you were squealing out of the driveway and pretending the light wasn't still on upstairs. Only after you were on the dirt road and heading towards uncertainty did you scoot over into the middle seat.
This time around you weren’t damp from the quarry water and your cheeks were not sore from smiling so hard you felt euphoric. There were no shy glances and no toeing the line between unlikely friends and something more. But there was the feeling of his hand wrapped around your knee like he was scared to forget you were there and the soft kisses you were laying on his bruised face as he drove.
Going back the same way you came but with your heart full of adoration and something much more real that you were too afraid to name just yet. You felt like your fantasy world was finally mixing into reality and the colors mixing with your cold gray was a lot less jarring knowing he was the one braving it all with you.
Jungkook released a soft breath when your head landed on his shoulder and you felt the weight of it all go with it.
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Ashes
Eris x f!Reader Oneshot ~4.5k
"The ground shifted beneath you and within you. Power rushed over the land in a sweep of blistering heat that had all creatures magical and mundane, powerless and powerful, shuddering in awe. It was the kind of power that only came to Prythian when a new High Lord had come into his own."
Warnings: canon typical descriptions of violence/gore, light smut at the end
Author's note: This has been sitting in my WIPs for a while, but I finally got around to finishing it! Also, I feel like the logistics of being with a High Lord aren't explored enough and Eris Vanserra deserves more love
You froze in the doorway, smelling the blood before Lucien even came into view. A pale, bloody body sagged against Lucien’s side, limbs hanging like leaves in the breeze. Mud and dirt matted the stranger’s hair and colored his beard a deep brown, illuminating the paleness of his sharp, scarred cheeks. Watercolor bruises — purple, blue, and yellow — swam across his temples and over his bent nose.
“Help him,” were the only words that escaped Lucien’s lips. “Please.” He groaned beneath the weight of his brother’s battered body. Tight muscles stretched until they nearly snapped and Eris was dropped, rather unceremoniously, on your doorstep. Lucien fell to his knees, sinking against the stoop with a wet cough that shook his bones. He pressed his forehead against the warm stone that had been baking in the spring heat.
“Lucien…what have you done?” You breathed in disbelief. Someone had nearly beaten the both of them to death. Lucien cringed at the accusation in your voice.
“He’s still my brother,” he whispered, eyes drifting down to Eris. “And I didn’t know where else to go.” Lucien knew he’d doomed you. No one was meant to know you existed… no one. And now he’d dropped the most infamous heir of Autumn on your doorstep with a pack of bloodhounds and his father’s wrath on their heels.
“Please,” Lucien said again. He clasped his hands together and closed his eyes. He was begging now. Tears streamed down his cheeks, cutting rivers through the filth that coated his skin. He didn’t open them again until you gripped his chin with a gentle, but firm, touch.
“Get inside,” you ordered not unkindly. “I’ll take care of him.”
Eris Vanserra stirred, urged to consciousness by the warmth that spilled out of your home. He could taste the fires burning in your hearth, feel the warmth in your voice that promised salvation as you bent low to touch his brow.
You heard his slow heartbeat, felt the sluggish press of blood through arteries and veins. The rattle of air in his punctured lungs concerned you, as did the blood pooling in the spaces between poisoned, sickly organs, but you had practice in pulling people back from the brink of death — and Eris Vanserra was not dead yet.
Moisture stuck your hair to your forehead and the slippery slide of sweat down your back was enough to make you squirm with discomfort, but you drew closer to the fire, dragging Eris Vanserra into your lap. You threw a handful of cardamom pods and ground wyndworm teeth into the fireplace, speaking ancient words that slithered around your tongue like medicine. The flames spit and roared, growing ten-fold and slamming against the grate so hard even Lucien recoiled from the burst of heat.
Eris’s hand twitched on the floor, subconsciously reaching for the power that was already beginning to spill color back into his skin. The fire seemed to reach for him too. Cinders popped angrily and smoldered on the rug, burning into tiny balls of light that wrapped around Eris’s fingers and curled around his throat like smoke. His lips, normally pulled back in a sneer, parted with labored breaths, tinged blue from bloodlessness. Lucien and him had trekked through Winter together and the cold had stolen much from them — power, safety, and blood — until he could still feel the tendrils of ice on his hands like the touch of death.
You reached out, gently caressing his chest and feeling your powers fan out from you with a sigh. You mapped out his body, letting your powers seep and expand into his skin until there wasn’t a heartbeat, sharp intake of breath, or rush of blood out of a punctured vessel unknown to you. Wordlessly you urged his body to heal. You imagined the wounds in his organs, laid out by a violent hand, stitching shut and sealing over. You imagined his blood sliding out of his lungs and back into veins, arteries, and capillaries until his chest didn’t rattle. You imagined broken bones fusing together and bruises disappearing like a stone beneath water.
You heard Lucien gasp, eyes blown wide with wonder as every broken piece of his brother reset itself and healed with barely a scar. You forgot that for all Lucien knew about you, he’d never actually seen you heal someone.
“Will he be alright? We were in Winter so long, I—”
You hissed for him to be quiet, “I’m concentrating.” He shut his mouth immediately.
There were hundreds of smaller aches and pains littering his body — wounds old and new and scars that not even your power could reverse — but when Eris finally opened his copper coin eyes, you knew you’d done enough. For now…
“Eris!” Lucien lunged forward, nearly knocking away the hand you had laid on his chest.
You frowned, nose twitching against the stink that weeks spent in the wilderness had imparted on Lucien’s body, and would have moved away had Eris not decided then and there to grab hold of your hand.
You blinked in surprise, gaze dropping down to the Autumn Lord laid out in your lap. Dull eyes, sluggish and slow, moved up the path of your arm, catching ever so briefly on the flash of exposed collarbone from where your robe had slipped off your shoulders, before landing on your face. His lips parted, a sound of shock rushing out in a relieved sigh.
“It’s you.” He whispered. He dragged your hand languidly up to his cheek, turning his face into your palm and kissing your wrist.
You gasped at the hot touch of his lips and something in your ribs twisted and snapped into place. Heat flooded your chest, blazing and powerful — a shot of whiskey in the dark.
The moisture evaporated from your skin with a burst of heat and the fireplace that had seemed so scorching only moments ago now felt like nothing more than a blanket — comforting and familiar — as Eris’s own power flooded into your chest.
You knew your mouth was agape and you feared that moving would make this moment crack like ice over water. But then Lucien shifted and the crust of mud on his jacket crinkled and fell to the carpet in little pieces.
You and Eris both snapped at him.
“Just go take a bath you—”
“Leave us,” Eris growled. His free hand flung out to your waist, flattening against the small of your back to draw you closer to his chest and further away from his brother.
Lucien blinked in surprise, feeling the radiating power of the bond like a wave of heat. Already your powers were beginning to meld together, strengthened by the recent act of healing. Eris gritted his teeth and forced himself into a sitting position, looping his arm protectively around your waist and curling into the hollow of your throat. There was a feral glint in his eye, strengthened by hunger after two weeks in the wild and the sweet scent of his mate under his nose, the warmth of your skin as you rubbed circles against the inside of his wrist. You were still healing him, urging the aches and pains to subside. To melt like centuries of loneliness.
“I’ve got him, Luc.” You toyed with the sharp curve of Eris’s ear, sending a shiver down his body as you looked at him. “You know where the bath is. Feel free to use whatever you need.”
Lucien glanced once more at the pair before silently disappearing down the hall to scrub himself clean of his ordeals.
Eris sank into your arms, too exhausted to put up the front of the Heir of Autumn. He let you brush the worst of the mud from his hair, leaving whispers of magic that closed every scratch that lingered on his skin. It was Dawn Court healing. He could taste it in the air, feel it radiating off your skin in a shimmer that set you aglow. You cradled him close to the flames, coaxing them to grow stronger and feed his magic with every handful of herbs you tossed onto the simmering coals.
He took the time to examine you. The lush color of your eyes and the way the firelight tangled in the dark of your pupils and reflected in the whites. The slope of your ears and nose and the bend of your neck as you attended to him. Every ridge of your palms and fingertips as your hands wandered over him.
“Are you this handsy with all of your patients?” He dared to joke.
“Only the handsome, problematic ones who have the audacity to be dropped on my doorstep.”
“So you find me handsome?”
A smile toyed with the corner of your lips, matching the foxy grin that found its way onto Eris’s face. “I find you problematic.”
He clicked his tongue in distaste, then fell sober. “What is your name?” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His knuckle brushed against the curve of your cheek, sliding down to your jaw and resting there.
“Y/n L/n,” you breathed, captivated by the strong, yet graceful fingers that strayed so close to your lips.
Eris’s brows furrowed. The surname was familiar to him — a royal surname belonging to the family that had once ruled Dawn Court long before Thesan’s time, before ultimately being absorbed into the clan of faeries that would come to lead the court. You waited for him to parse apart your lineage, taking in the host of freckles that darkened the skin across his nose. Through the cut of his shirt you could count dozens, perhaps hundreds more, scattered across his chest like stars across the sky.
“You’re Thesan’s family, but I’ve never heard of you before. Never seen you before. I would have remembered if I had.”
You smiled warmly. With a flick of your fingers a bowl of warm water appeared at your side along with a soft cloth you used to slowly clean the grime clinging to his beard and neck. “Thesan likes to keep as many of us hidden as he can. It’s safer this way.”
Thesan’s sole preference for males — namely his lover, Herades — was a terribly kept secret across Prythian, and the question of his lineage had always been cause for concern. The answer for Thesan had been to protect the quietest, most powerful members of his family. To cast them across Prythian to hide in plain sight so that should he and Herades ever fall, there would be a host of potential members for the power of the land to choose as his successor. You happened to be one of them.
Eris fell quiet, puzzling over the implications of your existence and the brilliance in Thesan’s choice. It was a choice he suddenly wished he’d been offered — to go into hiding, to disappear from court life and the vultures that hovered wherever they believed power lay. But that would have required his family to be fundamentally different from what they were.
His eyes flickered up to yours. “I’m Eris Vanserra.”
You snorted. “I know very well who you are.”
Eris smiled, as vicious and loyal as a wolf. “I figured, but I was raised to be a gentleman.”
“Somehow I doubt that.”
His smile flickered in and out of sincerity, hiding hosts of knowledge and experience you couldn’t quite understand. But you already knew more of him than most, could feel the elements of his soul as intrinsically as your own. It’s how you knew he was safe, even if he attracted danger.
Lucien emerged from the bath, hair still soaking wet so that the spare set of clothes he’d last left in your cottage were already translucent with water, sticking to his chest and back.
You quietly nudged Eris’s side, dipping your lips to his ear to ask, “Can you stand?” He nodded and though he grunted in pain, leaning against your side as he arose, it wasn’t because of his injuries but the bone-deep exhaustion of being on the run for his life.
“I’ll keep the fire going,” Lucien said.
“There’s food in the pantry. Pies, breads, jams, meats. Help yourself.” You glanced down at the Heir of Autumn currently glaring at his brother. “And please prepare a plate for Eris as well.”
Disappointment curled in Eris’s stomach as you led him to the bath and waited for the enchanted tub to fill. It was an intentional move to have Lucien prepare his meal and the message was clear — you would not be accepting the bond tonight.
You forced Eris to sit on the edge of the tub and after a moment’s hesitation, began unbuttoning his shirt. It clung to him, fused to his skin with grime and blood as you peeled it off of him.
“I am very capable of taking off my own clothes, Y/n.” Eris dipped his head down to yours, staring unabashedly at your lips. Your hands ghosted over his ribs, tracing the faint scars from where he’d met arrows and blades and whips. There was one mark on his chest that made you pause. A handprint burned into the space over his right ribs, like someone had grabbed him as he turned to flee.
“I won’t be accepting the bond tonight,” you declared. A flash of sadness came and went across Eris’s honey-brown eyes before being replaced by a practical acceptance. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to,” you added, hands drifting to the waistband of his trousers. You undid the buckles quickly, forcing the blush away from your cheeks as you stripped him of his clothes. And surprisingly, Eris let you.
“I promise, I am usually better kept than this.” He scratched at the stubble that had trickled down his neck, hiding the sharpest edges of his face. “If that is what gives you pause.”
“What gives me pause is less your stint in the woods and more the danger your father presents.” You helped him into the bath, seeing the water boil as his hot skin made contact. He sank beneath the floral waters with a groan of contentment and a flash of pleasure pooled in your stomach. “I imagine that he’s the reason Lucien dragged you to my door. There have been whispers that you plan to overthrow him. Take the crown for yourself.”
Eris grimaced, teeth set on edge as he sat up in the tub. His hands tightened around the porcelain edge, drawing him up and close to your face. “It’s not the crown I want. I just want — no, I need — him dead. The only peace I’ll find in this life is knowing he’s buried somewhere no one can ever find him again.” His eyes studied you. “Perhaps not the only peace,” he amended, daring to hope.
You helped him bathe, scrubbing at his scalp with handfuls of soap that had sinful sounds escaping his lips. You positioned yourself at his back, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his chest, soapy water be damned. “I won’t be much use to you in a fight, Eris. I’ve never been built for it.”
“I wouldn’t ask that of you,” he hissed, as if the very thought of you in harm’s way was akin to drinking poison. “I wouldn’t want that of you.”
Now that he was clean you were shocked at the paleness of his skin, the sheer amount of freckles that left no corner of skin uncovered and the scars that were almost as numerous. His hair and beard were as bright as fire and his body frighteningly hot to the touch, as if he’d been born from coals. “Then I will wait for you, either in the healer’s tents off the battlefield or here. Whichever will cause you less concern. I will wait for the day you bring me your father’s head.”
Eris stared and stared and stared, teasing apart the lies from the truth on your lips. Then his voice caught, some strangled sound of hope and disbelief slipping out as he realized you were completely serious. Whatever his past, the poison that seemed to run from his father into him, you cared not. You wanted him. You wanted your mate.
With renewed confidence and strength he pulled you to the side of the tub where you could face him fully and he surged forward, capturing your lips and drenching the front of your dress. You cared not and allowed yourself to be held flush against his bare chest. It was like falling into fire without the pain, just the warmth and the pressure of strong arms around your sides, the taste of smoke and cinnamon on your tongue.
“I’ll bring you his head,” he promised. “Then you will be mine and I will be yours.”
“It’s a deal,” you murmured against his lips.
Both Lucien and Eris knew the longer they lingered the greater chance Beron would find you, but they also couldn’t deny they were in no condition to travel. Not yet.
They risked one night, and when you led Eris into your bedroom, leaving Lucien to his own devices on the couch, no one made any noise of disapproval.
It should have been uncomfortable having Eris squeeze into your bed, to have his long, wiry body press you into the mattress with his arms locked protectively around your waist, but all you felt was comfort and safety. Even in sleep he wouldn’t leave you vulnerable and exposed, burying his freshly shaved face into the soft hollow of your throat where his breath could fan over your pulse and lull you to sleep.
For the first time that day you felt fear run through your body like a match set on fire — a sudden burst followed by a low, ever present simmer. Here you were, drinking in the feel of your mate not knowing if tomorrow he’d be hunted and killed. You didn’t want to lose this warmth — this heat. Maybe you could protect him. Maybe—
Eris sighed, shoulders rising and falling like a great mountain. His lips tickled your ear as he whispered. “I have so little that belongs to me, Y/n, so don’t entertain any ideas of putting yourself in harm’s way. I won’t stand for it and I won’t be the one to lose you. Sleep now and know that I will do whatever it takes to come back to you.” You swallowed thickly and nodded. This battle was one you could concede.
It had been nearly a year. A year of silence. A year of practical waiting and unbearable longing with only a promise keeping you grounded to your home. Eris had sworn to come back and so long as you felt the bond humming in your chest, you knew there was a chance that he would.
You were cooking dinner, eyes trained on the hound that guarded the garden in front as he stalked the edges of the woods. His sleek, steel-grey body twisted in and out of trees like smoke, black eyes so deep they seemed endless. It was the only thing Eris had dared bring you in the dead of night when Prythian was on the brink of tipping into war.
“Soon.” He’d promised. “Soon we’ll be together.”
You clung to that promise. To that hope.
The ground shifted beneath you and within you. Power rushed over the land in a sweep of blistering heat that had all creatures magical and mundane, powerless and powerful, shuddering in awe. It was the kind of power that only came to Prythian when a new High Lord had come into his own.
You blinked, hand flying up to your chest where the tight coil of the bond coiled even tighter until it was a hot coal lodged just beneath your heart. You waited for hours, food untouched on the table and your stomach in your throat until finally you heard the faint barking of the hound. Excited. Joyous.
You flung open the door to a gruesome, welcome sight.
Eris.
Bloody, but whole and standing. He smiled so wide it split the gore on his face in two, bronze armor half-melted off his form to expose luminescent skin that glowed with new found power. He was frightening, feral and drunk off power, and desperate. But you didn’t shy away from it. There was a metal box clutched between his hands and you already knew what was in it.
A prize.
A prize for his mate and proof of a promise fulfilled.
You ran towards him and he tossed the box aside carelessly, flinging wide his arms as you came sailing into them. He was nearly knocked over by your power and his breath was stolen as you slammed your lips into his, nearly bruising in their strength.
Together you stumbled into the house, tripping over furniture and leaving scorch marks on the wood floors as you went. It mattered not. None of it mattered anymore. Not really.
He took one bite of the meal you’d left on the table — just enough to dispense with the ceremony of accepting a mating bond — and then he descended upon you. Hungry. Starving. Ravenous.
That was what he was — ravenous. He swallowed the noises slipping past your lips like they were honey. Touched you. Licked you like you were food. At some point in the chaos you became aware of his newfound power. Flames peppered his skin, twisting around you with warmth and vitality. Never burning. Only warm against your flesh as you twisted with him in the sheets, leaving scorched handprints on the walls and on the bedframe.
“I imagine—” You began before his lips found the hollow of your throat and sucked. You stuttered. “I-I expect you to replace all of this when this is over.” Eris chuckled, teeth grazing against your collarbone. His tongue was hot and wet against you and it made you smile.
“My darling,” he whispered, voice low and rumbling, “I will give you anything you could possibly want.” The bond sang in your chest, pleased at the attention. But even you could tell that Eris was holding back. There was fire in him stronger than anything he’d shown yet. You felt it burning beneath every muscle and sinew like a hot coal smothered beneath ash.
“Anything?” You ventured to ask. There was a corkscrew curl that split down his forehead and you languidly twisted it around your finger, giving it an experimental tug. Eris groaned into your mouth, hips stuttering against yours.
“Anything.”
You hummed. “I moved everything of importance to me into the woods.” Eris froze, lifting his head from where he’d buried it into your neck. His eyes were alight with curiosity and lust. You leaned into him, nose brushing against his cheekbone as you whispered against his lips, “I couldn’t give a damn if this house is reduced to ash.” His lips curled back, wicked as sin. His teeth glinted, sharpened into fangs. “So don’t hold back.”
Eris erupted in flame, nails digging into your hips as he rolled against you, chasing a high that you’d both indulged in for hours but still felt new with every inward press. You were glowing. Happy. Feral. A shining sun to rival the heat of his flames.
You had the vague awareness of the mattress catching fire, the smoke billowing out the windows after they’d exploded into the yard, but you couldn’t care. Your focus had narrowed into two pinpricks of light in the vast universe — your pleasure, and Eris’s.
The roof fell the next time you and Eris came together, a mix of light and fire rendering it into ash — dark and clean and soft as snow as it settled around you. You trembled around Eris, twitching as you felt every tense muscle loosen one by one. The power that had erupted from you, twisting and writhing its way into the open air, cooled and fell like a blanket. Eris was a blanket too, a welcome heaviness over your frame as you slowly caught your breath.
Maybe you should have both eaten more before the kitchen went up in flames. Fulfilling the desires of a new mating bond was hard work on the body. You smiled to yourself, reveling in the pleasant soreness that touched every muscle, every crevice. The ash was warm beneath you, shifting to cradle your body in malleable hands. When your eyes finally flitted shut, carrying you off into a dreamless slumber, you saw the faint glow of stars still mapped on the inside of your eyelids.
“Gods.” Lucien sat amazed atop his horse. The creature he rode pawed nervously at the ground, feeling the heat waver above scorched earth. Where the house had once stood — your house — there was nothing but a smoking pile of ash. Even the clearing surrounding it, once teaming with life and carefully manicured rows of herbs, was blackened and smoking. The trees swayed in the air, nursing their broken branches and singed leaves like bones. “Eris? Y/n?”
The ash shifted, slow and lazy. An arm appeared first, pale as moonlight. Then a flaming head of hair. A figure curled protectively around another body, still languid with pleasure.
You instinctively pressed yourself into the ground, letting Eris hover over you protective and fox-like — a beast stalking the mouth of its cave; a dragon protecting its hoard.
Lucien smirked at the sight of his brother and friend tangled in the ash, then whistled low and cheeky. “I leave you alone for three days and this is what you get up to?” No one else had wanted to investigate the fire roaring between Dawn and Winter, and Lucien was suddenly grateful he’d been assigned the task by a very amused Thesan. Eris might have killed anyone else who stumbled upon your… activities.
“Go.” The voice that left Eris’s lips was powerful. Old. Ancient. And pissed.
Lucien tipped his head in a sketch of a bow. It took little convincing for the horse to back away from the clearing. Lucien dropped a bag on the forest floor, safe and away from the ring of fire that had already begun to erupt around the clearing. “For when you’re finished!” He shouted over his shoulder. “Save us all the sight of your pale, naked self!”
There came a disgruntled roar followed by a high, female laugh and Lucien couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. It would seem he’d chosen the right place to bring his brother after all.
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Chemtrails Over The Country Club | JJK - teaser
teaser warnings : dumb jk, party boy loser behavior, milf moms, punishment, emotional damage, impending yeehaw, no one knows where the hell he’s getting weed from, jungkook doesn’t own socks
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a/n: back from my lil break guys im sorry once again but heres a new lil fic im starting ! hope u guys likeee :)
song : chemtrails over the country club, lana del ray
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The bass is still thumping through the floorboards when Jeon Jungkook gets exiled from his own party.
His cheeks are a little flushed. not from embarrassment. from the weed, probably. or the fact that he just deepthroated three shots of something vaguely blue and poisonous. he’s slumped shirtless on his couch like a frat house prince. legs open, one hand in his hair, the other cradling a warm sprite zero.
And then his mom walks in. like. actually walks in. not calls him. not texts him. physically. steps over someone passed out on the carpet, knocks a vape out of a freshman’s hand, and enters the lion’s den like an avenging angel in orthopedic sandals.
“Get OUT!” she bellows. “all of you! OUT!” and just like that, the room clears.
Jungkook doesn’t even blink. just lifts his cup to his lips with the slowest, most dramatic sip of his life. like a man on death row drinking communion.
“You know what this means, right?” his dad mutters, standing behind her in a full suit like he just left a board meeting and now wants to die.
“You’re gonna yell,” jungkook says. shrugs. “then you’re gonna ground me. then i’ll sneak out anyway. rinse, repeat.”
“Wrong.”
“You’re leaving.”
“…What?”
“You’re not staying here this summer,” his mom says, arms crossed like a general. “you’ve proven you can’t be trusted. so we’ve made arrangements.”
He snorts. “what, like rehab?”
“Worse.”
“Like prison?”
“Worse.”
He finally sits up. “you’re scaring me.”
“Youll be volunteering,” his dad says slowly. “in the countryside.”
Silence... then “…the what now.”
“Sun-up to sundown. chores. animal care. farm labor. manual labor. and no WiFi. you leave tomorrow.”
He stares at them.
No. no this isn’t happening. Not this close to summer. not when he just perfected his glow-in-the-dark jello shot recipe. not when he was gonna dye his hair silver and bleach his brows and do Molly in a strip club bathroom for the third time this month. NO.
“That’s so dramatic,” he says finally, blinking slow like a confused cat. “you guys are being so dramatic.”
His mom throws a wet towel at him. it hits him in the face. “pack your things.”
“You can’t make me.”
“You don’t even pay rent.”
“…okay.”
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In his defense, it’s not like he told everyone to put a slip n slide in the hallway. or run a fake tattoo station in the kitchen. or let that one guy with a snake bring the snake again. he’s just a fun guy. a city guy. not a farm guy. he doesn’t even know what farms are.
But now he’s staring out the window of his dad’s car as the skyline fades behind him and the air gets suspiciously cleaner and there are actual birds that aren’t pigeons and his phone has one bar of service and he’s like: what the fuck.
#jungkook smut#jungkook x reader#bts smut#jungkook x you#bts#jeon jungkook#bts paved the way#jungkooksmut#kpop#ot7#chemtrails over the country club#jungkook fic#jungkook fanfic#jungkook scenarios#jungkook update#bts jungkook#jungkook#bts x you#bts fluff#bts jeongguk#bts fic#bts x reader#bts army#army#bts fanfic#bts jhope#btspavedtheway#bts updates#bts jin#bts jimin
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random domestic and modern-ish joel miller headcanons (because he's in my head)
: ̗̀➛ joel is the type to poke fun at your reality tv shows and say "aw, no, baby, why are you watching this?" and then he stands just feet away from the tv, watching the hot new bombshell enter the villa. and then, before he can catch himself, he turns to you like "can you believe this shit?" so then you give him context and explanations for everyone. he'll deny it the next day
: ̗̀➛ joel loves playing with your hair and he's so gentle with it. it doesn't matter if you have shorter hair he can just barely run his fingertips through or curls he can very softly detangle or long hair he can get lost in. also, a little note, because of sarah, he's not bad at doing your hair either. he can do simple braids and ponytails and would help you with his glasses on, tongue stuck between his teeth.
: ̗̀➛ joel never really sleeps in. on his days off, he's waking up a little after sunrise. he slowly peels himself from your warmth and tucks you back into the blankets, ensuring you don't miss an ounce of warmth. he'll make himself a cup of coffee and relax on the front porch, watching everyone slowly start their own day. when it gets closer to your wake up time, he'll make a quick breakfast, nothing fancy, but enough to give his love some sustenance.
: ̗̀➛ joel is like the neighborhood handyman and he loves it. you'll get a call from an older lady down the street whose dryer stopped working and he'll walk down with his toolbox, not leaving till it's fixed. the family across the street are struggling to get their hose set up so the kids can use their new pool and he rushes over with some pipe attachment he had in the back of his truck. such a gentleman <3
: ̗̀➛ his preferred date is cooking a nice dinner inside, setting up candles and flowers and all. the house is quiet, save for an old radio playing music on the kitchen counter, and he gets to sit right next to you, talking about your week. his hand sits like a firm weight on your thigh, not pushing for anything, just there as a comfort.
: ̗̀➛ joel would swear up and down that he doesn't want a dog, that he can't take care of it well with his blue collar work schedule. but then you come home with some big puppy with big paws and wide eyes and he's in love. he takes it out on walks whenever he can, buys it the fancy, unbreakable toys, and lets it sleep at the foot of the bed while you cuddle.
: ̗̀➛ joel lets you decorate the house to yours content. he recognizes that he doesn't have much of an eye for decor and only inputs the odd comment here and there about cabinet color or couch quality. he loves coming home to the warm environment you made, the cozy quilts strung over the back of the couch, and the pictures you have hung up on the walls.
: ̗̀➛ joel is so fiercely protective of you and sarah. if there's a sound at night, he's up in his pajama pants checking on everything. he tells sarah to go in the room with you and he encourages you to lock the door behind you. when everything's all clear, he's coming back to bed, placating your worries with a kiss and a soft, sleepy smile. he doesn't like strangers coming up to the front door and gets to know his neighbors really well, always having backup for you.
: ̗̀➛ he loves a lake day with you. you'll pack up a whole days worth of food, sandwiches and meat to grill and drinks. he'll carry down fishing rods and cast his lines on the opposite side of the shore while you swim around. he gets distracted from fishing by watching you smile in the water and misses his rod getting pulled, but he doesn't mind.
: ̗̀➛ joel's ideal wedding with you is small, intimate, cozy. to him, it's not so much about the decorum, more so about marrying you. he'd like to have the ceremony in a small church, or maybe in the backyard of your house, or at some small lodge way up in the mountains. the reception would just be family around, eating and catching up and laughing and smiling. he wouldn't be able to stay away from you and would rather follow you around the whole night than spend a minute apart.
: ̗̀➛ he didn't plan to have another kid, sarah already filling his heart plenty. but when you handed him a gift box, wrapped with a pink bow and he opened it to find a positive pregnancy test, he realized having a kid with you would truly make him happy. he's as helpful as he can be during the pregnancy, offering to take up more household chores and uses all of his banked up sick days to come with you to appointments.
: ̗̀➛ he nests hardcore. tears apart the old guest bedroom to make for your dream nursery. your house is a flurry of construction for at least a week as he executes your dream to an exact match. he baby proofs the entire house. he builds the baby's crib (this makes me sob).
: ̗̀➛ joel's so happy to be growing old with his family. when he retires sometime later in life, he'll want to use his pension to move out somewhere nice and cozy for the two of you, both kids having been moved out at this point in his life. you watch sunsets together on a porch, his gray hairs having taken over most of his head and beard. he plays the guitar softly for you and he swears he's never been happier.
#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller tlou#joel miller headcanons#joel miller fluff#joel miller x reader fluff#the last of us#the last of us fluff#the last of us x reader#the last of us headcanons#pedro pascal
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With You through every Season ~
(5th Anniversary Story Event - Me and You, Always)
▪︎ Gilbert von Obsidian
this is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. creative liberties have been taken. all content belongs to cybird. reblogs are appreciated but do not repost. hope you enjoy!
story is from gilbert's pov
~chapter 2
Emma: If I’m going to make your heart skip a beat—
In the small pool, so symbolic of summer, Emma’s hand gently cupped my cheek.
Her face leaned in—and just when I thought she might kiss me, she suddenly gave my cheek a playful bite.
Emma: This kind of thrill is much better.
Gilbert: Oh?
(So my little rabbit gets excited when someone bites her cheek, huh.)
(Feels like a totally different kind of thrill than a ghost story, though…)
Gilbert: So this is your idea of how to spend the summer?
When I bit her cheek in return, a shy, bashful smile bloomed across her face.
Emma: This is our own way of spending summer.
Emma: It’s hard to feel the seasons here in Obsidian, after all…
Emma: So I thought… maybe we could start making our own little traditions like this, together.
(So that’s where this is going, huh.)
Emma: ...You don’t like the idea?
She didn’t miss it—the faint flicker of hesitation, the subtle shift in my expression that hinted at discomfort.
Gilbert: Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?
(That wasn’t a lie.)
Gilbert: It’s just… something new to look forward to.
(I... really wasn’t lying…)
As the gentle summer came to an end, Obsidian slowly began to fall under the assault of a harsher, more unforgiving climate.
Gilbert: ……
Roderic: ...Prince Gilbert, please refrain from taking your frustration out on your cane.
As I walked along, I finally earned a complaint after repeatedly poking at Roderic with my cane.
But the moment I smiled and let the tip dig in just a bit, the protest vanished from beneath the hood.
Gilbert: She’s been holed up in the kitchen all this time, completely ignoring me.
Roderic: Lady Emma is simply devoted to preparing something delicious for you, Prince Gilbert…
Gilbert: Still doesn’t mean she should be ignoring me, does it?
Gilbert: I don’t care if it’s harvest season or whatever—so food matters more to her than I do?
(Ever since autumn started, she’s been locking herself in the kitchen every spare moment.)
(Even though she’s the one who said she wouldn’t leave me lonely...)
Roderic: By the way, Prince Gilbert—where exactly are you heading…?
Gilbert: The kitchen.
Roderic: You mustn’t.
Gilbert: Why not?
Roderic: Lady Emma reminded you several times, did she not?
Roderic: She was very clear—you mustn’t peek inside until she says it’s okay.
Gilbert: I sat through that ridiculous meeting earlier, didn’t I? The least you can do is be on my side.
Roderic: Even so…
Gilbert: Hmm? What is it?
Roderic: ...Lady Emma, she...
Gilbert: What is it? I can't hear you.
Roderic: ……My sincerest apologies, Lady Emma…
Crushed by guilt, Roderic stepped aside, and I made my way into the kitchen alone.
What greeted me was a gentle sweetness in the air—and Emma, fast asleep with her head resting on the counter, sitting in a chair.
(Ah… no wonder she wanted to keep this place off-limits.)
As my eyes wandered, I saw all kinds of sweets lined up—likely test batches of her creations.
Beside her lay a well-used notebook, filled to the brim with cute little doodles and densely packed writing.
(Looks like a recipe journal. Was she planning some kind of autumn tea party...?)
Carefully, so as not to wake her, I turned the pages.
Test Batch 1: Sweet and tasty, but too much sugar—bad for the body, so no good.
Test Batch 2: Cut too much sugar, not tasty… need to find a better substitute.
Test Batch 3: The sweetness is just right, but if I can’t scale it up, he might not be satisfied.
(Really now… how can you go this far for a villain like me?)
(You didn’t have to try so hard just to give me “autumn”...)
--flashback--
Albert: Gil! I found some beautiful autumn leaves. Want to make leaf crafts together?
--flashback ends--
(…When I’m with you, I end up remembering things I’d rather not.)
(Why is it that the kind people around me are always trying to gift me the seasons...?)
Emma: Mm..
I stopped turning the pages at Emma's slight stirring.
Thankfully, she showed no sign of waking.
(......)
(…Back in Rhodolite, wasn’t autumn all about celebrating the harvest and eating together?)
(Obsidian has no such traditions… but still—)
The next day, I left a note that read,
"Since you're ignoring me, I'm bored—so I'm off to conquer the world."
Emma burst into the lab, panic written all over her face.
Emma: Gil! Please don’t do anything reckless—!
Emma: …Wait, what?
Gilbert: Heehee, if you’d been just a bit later, things might’ve gotten really interesting.
Emma: What… exactly are you doing?
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#ikemen prince#ikepri#ikepri jp#ikepri gilbert#ikepri gilbert translations#gilbert von obsidian#ikemen prince translations#ikepri translations#ikemen prince gilbert#d: strangergraphics#イケメン王子
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WOUGH okay so the premise all started because of the way I play FO4 on survival which is about as long and arduous as this post. it's ALL in settlement building and most of my mods reflect this. I play that shit like minecraft. I'll chuck some screenshots at the end
the more you think about it, the less plausible it is for a soldier or a lawyer respectively to have ANY idea about the fine tuning of crafting a fusion generator or a water purifier, let alone know how to construct a pre-broken window pane. None of the wood is useable - there's no amount of fantasy that can make me believe a whole bed can be constructed out of two pencils and a pack of cigarettes. Realistically - the resources need to come from somewhere. I've also read critiques about how the commonwealth hasn't progressed for two centuries (which, part of this is because of how Bethesda handles the Fallout franchise vs the established societies in 1 and 2. for the record i LOATHED 3 and am very firmly a new vegas bitch). They're still living in Diamond City surrounded by piles of trash and the rest of the NPC settlements are canonically wiped out or basically considered the dregs (Goodneighbor, the Children of Atom, charitably the Atom Cats; Quincy and University Point, etc). They live off scavenging for trash and components that are somehow still lying around untouched. Most of this is because the game wants you to use this cool mechanic they've introduced and to feel like you're rebuilding the wasteland with your bare hands, and you get your pick of a huge scope of lands to build on, and the appearance of actual civilisation suffers for it. Nobody lives there. Realistically, you're going to build up one or two really good settlements and the rest are barebones or empty.
Jake (probably has a longer name. it's never mentioned) is a civil engineer who has combat training and survival know-how for funsies and by the cusp of the great war her department had enough downsizing that she was taking on the work of coworkers who had been "let go" (executed for thought crimes), so she knows some stuff about blueprinting things other than major city infrastructure, at least enough to delegate or make suggestions. She also stirred the pot and got higher-ups very angry at her and was punitively assigned to marriage and domesticity in Sanctuary Hills. Most importantly, she's not related to the family that have the kid. Nate gets shot and Nora suffocates in cryo.
She enters a world that perplexes her specifically because nothing has progressed for two hundred years, but through very very careful investigation she finds out that something or someone is actively interfering with any attempts to settle and develop. There's an intensive spying network going on and she has to figure out what's safe, who's safe, how the raider groups are able to be raiding year-round without dying of starvation because they're certainly not farming, how to build and manage and educate her new settlements without tripping the local spy network, how to set up trade convoys for lumber and concrete without tripping the local spy network OR instigating the raider gangs that systematically wiped out the convoys in the first place, and how to source parts for this goddamn water purifier schematic while not dying to super-radstorms or a really big wild hog. She customarily fights with a knife (Throatslicer); she's proficient at sniping and occasionally uses a plasma sniper or a gauss rifle.
Deacon is her story companion because of the 'friend' RR sign above the vault. Guy's been spying from the get-go. But because Jake's super paranoid and realistically, he has no way of knowing who you are because you aren't stupid and bald and wearing a pair of signature sunglasses, he loses her the moment she ditches the vault suit at the Abernathys'; half of his part of the story is trying to find out what happened to her, why the institute was involved in the vault at all (and increasingly wild theories about how she's a synth plant), and who this weirdass woman is who's suddenly taking over the trade routes, and talk of new settlements that's kept so hush-hush he can't even crack the secrets with his super believable caravan hand outfit.
Eventually Jake realizes she's in way over her head trying to manage settlements and hunts down the Railroad to ask for help, which... they're very downsized. They're basically a skeleton crew. I have no idea how they suddenly have all those heavies at the battle of bunker hill or the castle or whatever the fuck. So they can't and/or won't help her, and it comes down to Deacon to make an executive decision over what he thinks is going to be longterm better for the wasteland and the synth populations, and when weighing up the options between this cool lady who never shows her face and creeps around spiderman-style to sever a gunner's spinal cord and wants to crack the Institute wide open, or being trapped in a crypt with Carrington and successfully exfiltrating one synth every three months, the decision is obvious
and since you made it this far here's some shots of builds I've worked on. My main base at Egret Tours; Sanctuary Hills after I removed all the shitass housing for funsies; Murkwater Construction with incredibly poor navmeshing; my other main at Dalton Farm. yes my save file hates me









#fallout 4#fallout#there's a black market for books and that's actually how Deacon notices the Weirdass Woman in the first place#its like... how they attempted to abduct tinker tom bc he's incredibly smart? and he saw the crows before they teleported in to grab him?#some people have active and intensive interests in science + development but the moment they put it to use where it can be seen? bye bye#that happens to such an extent here and it's to keep the commonwealth from developing. it doesnt entirely work bc humans are SO tenacious#institute be like: ummmm... we want this area populated ONLY with our idea of humanity and we will use mutants and raiders to kill you off#meanwhile jake's out here like I Can't Hear You Over The Sound Of Gauss Explosions#i don't know if the BoS is even a thing but probably not? arcjet gets dealt with and danse just goes home none the wiser#the minutemen don't really exist either but preston gets to settle down with his survivors bc he deserves the world okay
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Request for Anon (Dark Platonic!SKZ) 8.3k, yandere, platonic!skz, a/b/o dynamics, dystopia!au, werewolves, experiments, compatibility test, restraints, drugs, sedation, held against will, kidnapped, escape, anxiety, paranoia, taunting, physical injuries, gags, biting, blood, submission
“This is so stupid.”
“Seungmin! Keep it down.” You hissed. “What if they hear you?”
“So what? I’m right.”
“That doesn’t-”
“Wolves think they’re all high and mighty, yet they need us to keep their species alive. Doesn’t that sound pathetic?”
“Oh my gosh, Seungmin, please.” Jeongin retorted. “Shut up. None of us are happy to be here anyway, so relax. This only takes a few hours.”
“What a waste of time.”
Seungmin was right though, everyone knew that, but it didn’t change anything. Years back werewolves had taken over, becoming the apex predators of Earth. There was initially rebellion and resistance against the wolves, but in the end humanity lost. There was fear of some tyrannical rule, but the wolves created more of a peaceful co-existence. Most wolves kept to their packs and territories, so it wasn’t common to see them around humans. A lot of places rarely ever saw wolves around too, but their presence was everywhere. The wolves weren’t just the rulers of the planet, but the caretakers of humanity. It really didn’t make much sense why they would care so much about keeping the human population alive and well, but the answer soon became obvious.
Besides being in control, there was only one other thing wolves implemented in their new world. All humans had to undergo a medical test to see if they were compatible. It turns out werewolves were having trouble with their population due to the low number of pups they had. Somehow they figured out certain humans could be turned into pups, so taking over the world was the best way to get their hands on every current and future compatible individual. They didn’t care about humanity, but needed them in order to survive. Although you did worry what would happen if a time came when humans were no longer needed. It was best not to dwell on that and just focus on the present.
Every couple years this compatibility test was run. Everyone of age who had yet to be tested had to present themselves. If they failed to do so they would definitely be hunted down, and such a thing would be noted on their record. You didn’t know what the consequences were, and it was best not to find out. You weren’t of age the last time the test was run, but now you were and had to get this done. It was the same for your two friends, Seungmin and Jeongin, so all three of you went together to the nearest testing facility. The place certainly seemed like a normal clinic, but that was far from accurate. You checked in at the front desk, giving your ID and getting a number in return. From there you would go elsewhere to get a mouth swab for DNA. Then you’d just hang out in the waiting area until your results were out. It could be quick, or take over an hour, so it was best to get comfy.
“We should go out for food after this.”
“I second that.” You added. “I couldn’t eat this morning cause I was too nervous and worried about throwing up.”
“Nothing’s gonna happen.” Seungmin mentioned. “So there is nothing to worry about.”
“Maybe, but around this time there are a lot of wolves around.”
“You know they won’t recklessly harm humans. They don’t know who’s been tested, and even then, they need us, so no need to be scared.”
“I guess… but it’s still best to behave.”
“After today we’ll basically be free, so let’s focus on our future. For starters, what are you in the mood for since you’re sitting here on an empty stomach.”
You had practically grown up with Seungmin and Jeongin, making you all very close. They knew how to calm your nerves, and you were especially grateful to have them both with you on this day. There wasn’t a clock around, but with them time seemed to fly by. Eventually your number was called and you got up. The boys did too. All your numbers were close together so they would likely call them soon too.
“We’ll see you on the other side.” Jeongin smiled. “Go on.”
You nodded and went over to the main desk where your number had been called. There was a nurse behind the desk who you handed your number to, anxiously fidgeting with your hands as they read out your name and results.
“It looks like… you are compatible.”
“… what …?”
“If you could please head down the hall to your right, one of our-”
“No, wait, sorry, I think there must be some kind of mistake. I can’t- I’m not-”
“The test is accurate, I assure you, so could-”
“Run it again. I can wait and-”
The nurse must have hit some sort of call button as others who you could only describe as orderlies soon appeared to restrain you. That only made your panic flare up. You began yelling and fighting back, not wanting to accept the results. Of course your actions drew attention. Seungmin and Jeongin heard your cries from the waiting room and ran over to see what was happening. They quickly sprung into action, trying to get the two orderlies to let you go. Although that just led to more showing up, and suddenly all three of you were being held down. Not to mention someone in a white coat had come over to see what was going on.
“The young lady here is compatible, and wasn’t cooperating. Then these two came over and began to interfere.”
“It’s not uncommon for this to happen. What of the two gentlemen? What’s their status?”
“I’m not sure. I can check.”
Unsurprisingly the orderlies began to pat down Seungmin and Jeongin until they found their numbers. From there the nurse stepped back to their desk to check the results.
“Oh, it looks like they’re both compatible as well.”
“Excellent. Let’s take all three then and get them prepared.”
“Are you fucken kidding me!” Seungmin snapped. “Let me go!”
Of course the news only caused more trouble as Seungmin began to thrash around like a maniac. Jeongin did the same, but it was all in vain. More of these orderlies showed up to contain the situation, ultimately dragging all three of you somewhere else. It wasn’t until you were behind closed doors that things changed. You were still rather frozen in shock so it was fairly easy for another nurse to place a gas mask over you. That seemed to snap you out of it, but you were already breathing in the gas and getting light headed. It was difficult for the other nurses to get the gas mask on Seungmin and Jeongin, but the two were eventually overpowered. Now sedated, it was easy to puppet you around.
You were handed over to some nurses, as were the others. From there you were stripped out of your clothes and placed into a warm bath. At least three nurses were tending to you as they washed your hair, scrubbed your limbs, and did all kinds of other hygiene care. This was the type of pampering you’d get at a spa. Something that was meant to be relaxing, but even in your state you had a lingering sense of dread. As you had heard others say before, you were being prepared. There was at least some comfort in the fact that Seungmin and Jeongin were nearby. Even though your vision was a bit hazy you could see them getting cleaned up too just a few feet away from you. The drugs had certainly sapped all the fight in you.
“She’s so cute, isn’t she?” One of the nurses washing your face said. “I wonder what pack she’ll be taken into.”
“She’s gonna be so loved, I just know it.”
“The poor thing was freaking out earlier too.” Another nurse tending to you added. “Once she gets taken home she’ll be much better.”
After a bath and being dried up you were placed into white garments. It felt like asylum clothes, not to mention you were then put into this large padded room. You weren’t the only one in there, seeing others dressed like you, and nothing they were also out of it. Regardless of putting up a fight, it seemed everyone who was compatible was sedated, probably for safety reasons. You weren’t fully yourself yet, but you wanted to find your friends, so you started crawling around.
“… y/n…”
You heard a groggy voice call out your name, looking over to see Jeongin crawling towards you and lazily pulling you along to a corner. Seungmin was already there with his head in his hands. Since he had been so rowdy he was given a higher dose of sedation, and it was difficult for him to think.
“You guys are okay…”
You leaned back against the wall, plopped down between Seungmin and Jeongin, trying to get out of this mental fog. You rested your head on Seungmin’s shoulder, staring out at the room, at all the others in your situation.
“… how did this happen…”
“It doesn’t make sense.” Jeongin mumbled. “Maybe one of us… or two… but all three…? This seems so cruel…”
“Or it’s all a lie.” Seungmin added. “Maybe there is no compatibility… the wolves just cherry pick the ones they want.”
“As if you’re so desirable… I get y/n and myself… but you… please…”
“We need to get out of here while we still can.”
“We can barely move, and even then, where could we possibly go?”
“How about we focus on escape first.”
Despite your efforts to fight the drugs in your system, you did find yourself somewhat slipping in and out of consciousness. It was the same for the others too, and you could only imagine how frustrated Seungmin was feeling. You weren’t sure if you were falling asleep or something, but the one thing that pulled you to reality was the sudden touch on your head. You sleepily looked up to find a stranger petting you softly. They were dressed in normal clothes and had a big smile on their face. It wasn’t hard to guess this guy was a werewolf who came to look for a pup.
“Aren’t you so cute?” The wolf cooed. “Can you smile for me?”
“Get your hands… off her…!”
Seungmin suddenly grabbed the wolf’s arm, trying to move their hand away from you, but he didn’t really have the strength. It was fairly easy for the wolf to shove Seungmin off.
“Are you two a set or something? Come here, sweetie.”
The wolf grabbed your hands and helped you up. Although you suddenly felt a weight around your waist, realizing Jeongin was hugging you, trying to make sure you weren’t taken away. He was mumbling incoherently, but all his strength was being used to stay close to you.
“Awe, I guess all three of you are a set. We shouldn’t separate you then.” The wolf chuckled, carefully putting you back down. “Hyung! Come over here! I think I found them!”
You had been placed on your hands and knees and slowly backed away until you were up against the wall again. You sat back down, Jeongin holding your hand tightly, and you reached over to take Seungmin’s hand as well. You were really nervous now. Someone wanted to adopt you without consent, and there really wasn’t anything you could do. A moment later five other wolves came over, surrounding the three of you.
“Which one do you like?”
“They’re a set. I don’t want to separate them.”
“You want all three?”
“Yes! Please, please, the more pups we have the better. Just look at them, aren’t they adorable!”
“They are so cute, hyung, can we please keep them! Please, please!”
“I knew these two were gonna make such a fuss today.”
“Let’s look at their profiles first.”
One of the six wolves had a tablet in hand, browsing the screen until he found a matching picture. Your names and some basic information was read aloud, the wolves clearly looking at the finer details.
“Alright. Fine, we’ll take all three. You guys stay here, I’ll go get someone.”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
You didn’t know how to feel about the words being spoken around you. This little pack here were going to take you with them, and you had no idea what would happen next. You started trembling, both Seungmin and Jeongin quickly realizing and squeezing your hand tightly.
“… easy…” Seungmin leaned in close. “… you heard them… we’re going together… you still have us…”
A while later the other wolf returned with some orderlies and a nurse. All three of you were picked up and taken out of the room. For a while you were separated again, handed over to some nurses as they dressed you in the clothes you had been wearing before, except they were clean now. Once you were ready you were escorted elsewhere, taken out back and getting loaded into a van. The fresh air and sunlight were a little jarring. When you had gotten up this morning the world had been so bright, and now you felt like there was this gray filter over everything. To your own surprise you were actually left alone in the van. Sure the door was closed, but none of you were restrained, and by now you were all more awake.
“We have to go.”
Seungmin didn’t waste much time, trying and ultimately succeeding in getting the back doors opened. He jumped out, helping you and Jeongin get down as well. You were still a bit unsteady on your feet, but you all held hands and went into the surrounding woods. The area wasn’t completely unfamiliar to you, so there wasn’t much worry about getting lost. Soon enough you came upon a trail sign, realizing you were in some park. From there it was easy to navigate and make it back to civilization. Although that didn’t really mean you were safe.
“What are we gonna do now?”
“For starters, let’s get back to the apartment.” Seungmin mentioned. “Come on.”
You stayed together, trying not to draw attention to yourselves and getting back to your apartment. It felt weird being back here like this. You should all be happy with full bellies, but instead you were on the run now. You plopped down on the couch, hugging your knees to your chest, needing to process.
“They’re going to find us if we stay here.” Jeongin said. “So what exactly is the plan?”
“We need to go somewhere far, where we won’t be recognized.”
“And where exactly is that?”
“I know a place.”
“You do?”
“Just pack a bag. Only the essentials.”
“I guess, but-”
“One step at a time.”
“Fine.”
Jeongin was heading to his room when he noticed you quietly curled up on the couch. He went over to your side, taking your hands in his.
“Hey… I know a lot is going on, but we gotta get moving.”
“I… I don’t understand… how are we all… compatible…?” You mumbled. “There are people who actually want to be pups… why us?”
“Shitty luck, but we need to go somewhere safe right now. Come on, I’ll help you pack a bag.”
You got up and went with Jeongin, practically on autopilot as you packed up somethings. For the sake of remaining hidden you also put on a hat and mask. Seungmin was the one with a plan, so the two of you would just be following him.
“Alright, I’m not gonna sugar-coat this, we’re gonna be hunted down by those wolves, but we do have some advantages. They cleaned us all up, so our scents aren’t that prevalent, and we have a head start. We need to lay low for a while, and I know someone who could help us. So just keep your head down, and don’t talk to anyone.”
You all double checked to make sure you had what you needed and then headed out. As you got down to the exit you wound up running into one of your neighbors.
“Hey, how did it go today?”
“Fine.” Seungmin responded. “To celebrate we’re gonna go camping up north.”
“Oh, cool, have fun.”
“Thanks.”
It was a quick interruption but you soon got on a bus, heading to the main terminal in order to head out to the countryside. Seungmin bought some tickets, telling you that your bus would be departing in a bit.
“Why did you tell that guy where we were going?” Jeongin questioned. “I thought we were supposed to lay low.”
“I lied. It should help throw the wolves off our trail. We’re actually going south. Let’s go, our bus should be heading out in a few minutes.”
🖤
“Where are my pups!?”
Jisung screamed when he walked outside and saw the empty van. He ran over to inspect it, picking up on a faint scent, but it wasn’t enough for tracking. Chan was immediately throwing death glares at the people running this facility.
“How did they manage to run away?” Hyunjin questioned. “I thought they were sedated?”
“It must have worn off.” Minho commented. “And they clearly weren’t given another dose.”
“Our apologies. They were docile and behaving, we didn’t think-”
“I want the security footage.” Chan barked. “Now!”
A few people rushed inside to fulfill the request, returning with a tablet and handing it over to Chan. The other boys gathered around to see their pups break out of the van and run into the woods.
“We’ll gather a team to-”
“No need to get the authorities involved.”
“Sir, we need to-”
“We’ll get the pups back ourselves.” Chan stated. “They’re ours now anyway, so this will be a fun little chase. How sweet of them.”
“Are we seriously gonna hunt down our own pups?” Changbin asked.
“I don’t see why not. They’re the ones who insisted on running off.”
“It sounds fun.” Felix said. “Good choice, Jisung.”
“This isn’t how I saw things going.” Jisung huffed. “But we are going to get them back, right?”
“Of course we will.” Minho assured. “We’re just getting them home the long way.”
Since the scent wasn’t strong enough to follow they decided to start elsewhere. They had all the information on their pups, seeing they shared an apartment and going to pay a visit. The birthday twins eagerly explored the house, loving the scent of their pups. Since it was so strong it confirmed that they had been here not so long ago. Now it was a matter of finding out where they went. They could follow the scent from here, but they knew it wouldn’t last. While some looked around for clues, Minho and Hyunjin were speaking with the neighbors. Apparently their pups had spoken to someone on their way out, mentioning a trip up north. That was clearly suspicious, but they had a description they could follow.
They checked the footage from the apartment and a few of the neighboring buildings until they found what they were looking for. Their pups had gotten onto a bus, and when checking the route they saw it led to a big terminal. It seemed the trip wasn’t entirely a lie. So they made their way to the terminal, splitting up and looking around. Hyunjin did pick up on a familiar scent, although it was all over the place. Changbin and Felix got to look over the footage, ultimately figuring out what bus the pups had boarded. They were going on a trip, except they were heading south. A little road trip was ahead of them too, but they were probably more excited for it than their pups.
🖤
Despite the nerves, Seungmin convinced you and Jeongin to get some sleep. It was gonna be a long ride, and it was best to rest. You didn’t want to leave him alone, but he said it was okay. He likely wouldn’t be able to sleep anytime soon. You did manage to take a nap, waking up only when Jeongin was coaxing you. The sun had nearly set by the time you got off the bus, finding yourself in some rural town you didn’t recognize.
“Come on.”
Seungmin led the way, seeming familiar with this place. You both followed, going to a small motel and getting a room with two beds. You settled in, Seungmin checking outside and shutting the blinds.
“We should shower. It’ll help mask our scent.”
“Where are we?” Jeongin asked.
“Somewhere safe.”
“You say that, but why are we here? You said you know someone who could help us.”
“I do.”
“Are you gonna tell us who this is? And how they can help?”
“An old friend of mine lives here. They know how to forge papers. We can get new identities that state we’ve been tested and we’re not compatible. From there we can go somewhere else and start over.”
“So we’re gonna be looking over our shoulder for the rest of our lives?” You questioned. “Is that even a life?”
“Better than being a pup to some pack.”
“I guess…”
“We’ll lay low here for a few days, and then figure out where we wanna go.”
“You should probably sleep, Seungmin.” Jeongin suggested. “You need to rest too, and I can keep watch.”
“Fine. You shower first though, then I will and afterwards I’ll get some sleep.”
“Okay.”
You had already picked a bed and were curled up on it. You were so far from home now you didn’t know how you were supposed to get used to all these changes. There was no going back for your own safety. Still, you didn’t want to be a burden, you didn’t want to worry the others so you tried to act fine. You were the last in the group to shower, getting into some fresh clothes and drying your hair before stepping back into the room. Seungmin was in bed sleeping while Jeongin was watching TV with the volume down low. You sat down next to him, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“You can get some more sleep if you want.”
“I know. I just wanna stay up with you for a bit longer.”
“Okay.”
Things were so quiet and still. It felt so unfamiliar. Your stomach let out a low grumble, but you didn’t have much of an appetite.
“I still have some snacks from the bus.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m not really hungry… I’m just… thinking about what comes next.”
“What do you mean?”
“If we get the new IDs… we can’t really go back to living like we used to. We’d need to go somewhere remote and quiet, keep to ourselves. There’s a lot I’m going to miss.”
“We’ll make the most of it.”
“I know. It’s just gonna take a lot of getting used to.” You yawned. “I should sleep.”
“Yeah. I’ll wake you in the morning.”
“If you need me to keep watch later, I can.”
“Seungmin already told me to wake him later, so don’t worry.”
“Okay.”
🖤
The next morning you could pretend everything was just a bad dream, but only for a moment. When you opened your eyes you had to face reality as you were still in that motel room. As you sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes you saw Seungmin getting his shoes on, while Jeongin was lying on the other bed.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna go meet up with my friend, see what he needs from me. You and Jeongin should go to a nearby store to buy some food and other supplies we might need. Just keep your head down and don’t talk to strangers.”
“I think we can manage that.”
“Good. We’ll meet back here later. I shouldn’t be gone for too long.”
“Alright, just be safe.”
“You too.”
Seungmin headed out, and you went to freshen up. You let Jeongin sleep a bit more before waking him up so you two could go on a supply run. By now some of the townspeople were out and about, so you didn’t stick out too much. You both walked around until you found a store, stepping inside and looking around. For now you just needed something for the next few days. You could come back and get canned goods before you left.
“I’ll get some water.” Jeongin mentioned. “Be right back.”
You browsed the aisles alone for a moment, resisting the temptation to get snacks. It was best not to be wasteful. You kept to yourself, and tried not to act suspicious.
“Hey there, pup.”
You immediately froze when you heard those words, slowly glancing up to see someone staring at you from the other side of the aisle shelf. They had a big smile on their face, and you couldn’t help but feel they were somewhat familiar. There was no doubt in your mind they were a wolf, but you had to remain calm and just ignore them. Or at least you tried.
“No need to be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I… I think you’re confusing me with someone else.”
“Hm, I don’t know. Your eyes do look like my adorable pup, but maybe I am wrong. I know who I’m looking for, so why don’t you just show me your ID and we can go our separate ways.”
“…”
“Don’t be difficult.”
You didn’t actually have your ID on you, but weren’t sure what to do either way. Before you could think of anything you saw a huge box hit the wolf on the head, and then someone grabbed your hand.
“Run.”
Jeongin pulled you along as you both ran out of the store, and you dropped everything you had. Now your heart was racing and the only thing on your mind was escape. You rounded a corner only to see two others. They locked eyes with you, and you knew they weren’t friendly.
“There you are.”
You and Jeongin quickly stepped back and ran off elsewhere. Before going back to the motel you had to lose them. You couldn’t keep running so you had to hide, and an idea quickly came to mind. When you had the chance you pulled Jeongin into a nearby trash bin, knowing the smell should help mask your scent. It wasn’t too bad, but you had to endure and keep quiet, listening for when the coast was clear. There was no sense of time, but after a while Jeongin peeked out, trying to figure out where you were and how to get back to the motel. You’d have to move fast and hope Seungmin was alright.
“I think we’re good…”
Jeongin got out of the trash bin cautiously, making sure no one was around and then helped you out. Luckily you both made it back to the motel in one piece, quickly slipping inside. You were relieved to see that Seungmin was there, although he quickly noticed something was wrong.
“What happened? And why do you two stink?”
“The wolves are here.” You said. “They found us and we barely managed to lose them.”
“You’re joking.”
“Sorry…”
“Fuck. The IDs won’t be ready until tomorrow, and we can’t stay here tonight.”
“What are we gonna do?” Jeongin asked. “We can’t just run without those IDs.”
“We just need to get out of town for a bit so they leave.”
“And where would we go?”
“I think they’re some camping grounds not too far from here. If we’re out in the wilderness they probably won’t find us.”
“Okay. I like that.”
“Both of you just clean up real quick first.”
Having a plan certainly helped calm your nerves. Even if things had to constantly change. Once you were clean you packed your things and the three of you headed out. You eventually made it to the camp grounds, getting some gear and supplies before going off to find a place to settle down for the night. In order to better hide yourselves you found a spot near a river, knowing the water would mask your scent. You had some sleeping bags, laying those down as the boys gathered supplies for a fire. Soon enough you had your own campfire and were roasting hot dogs over the flames. This would honestly be quite fun if your circumstances were different.
“… what if… what if we just turn ourselves in?”
“You want to go be a pup?” Seungmin questioned. “Really?”
“It’s not that, I just… we keep running and I’m scared…”
“Those who are compatible get taken away and no one ever hears from them again.” Jeongin mentioned. “They basically lose their whole lives. I don’t really want that.”
“… me neither… I just want to get away from all this…”
“We will soon enough.” Seungmin assured. “Tomorrow we can get our IDs and go somewhere far away to start the rest of our lives.”
After getting some food you laid down in your sleeping bag. You weren’t really sleepy, but you needed to rest. You figured you could count stars, but were rather stunned by the view. The night sky was beautiful, and it brought a sense of ease. Maybe everything would work out in your favor.
🖤
It wasn’t until late morning that the boys arrived at this small town. They had followed the bus route and stopped along the way to figure out where their pups had gotten off. This little town was the latest to investigate. Changbin and Jisung went off to speak with the person running the bus terminal and see if there was CCTV to look at it. Soon enough they had what they wanted, seeing they were in the right place. The town wasn’t big, but if their pups were hiding here it might be a bit of a challenge to find them. Which they didn’t mind. They split off to cover more ground, more or less going their separate ways.
Minho wandered around the streets, merely looking around. Some townspeople recognized he was a wolf and rightfully kept their distance. No one seemed to be acting suspicious, but maybe the pups weren’t around this area. He eventually came across a store, wanting to get a drink and stepping inside. It was a nice little place, and he made his way towards the refrigerators in the back. After grabbing something he went to the snack aisle, browsing when he noticed someone on the other side of the shelf. Usually he’d pay no attention, but the hat and mask certainly stood out. Especially since that’s how his pup was hiding their identity. He chuckled. It seemed they really were his if he so easily stumbled upon them.
“Hey there, pup.”
Minho had to contain himself as he watched the pup grow stiff. He could hear the jump in their heartbeat, but they were trying so hard to stay calm. It was cute. Then they looked up and Minho recognized those eyes. The same ones that captivated Jisung almost immediately.
“No need to be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I… I think you’re confusing me with someone else.”
The pup was trying so hard to act normal. The stutter in their voice was so adorable too. If they hadn’t run off then perhaps he never would have seen such a side of them. Still, he could at least continue teasing them for a while longer. Minho asked for their ID, and the hesitation was funny. Their panic was growing.
“Don’t be difficult.”
Before Minho could continue his teasing he was suddenly hit by something, stumbling a half step and then seeing his pup running out the door with another. He growled and followed after them, but they were already out of sight. He didn’t even get a strong grasp of their scent so he had no way of knowing which way they went. All he did was text the others that he came across them, and trusted his instincts to guide him once again.
🖤
Hyunjin and Jisung were enjoying the sights a bit, seeing the town was quite nice. They were thinking of places their pups could be when they got a message from Minho. It was good news to know they were looking in the right place, now it was a matter of actually finding them. Since the two were running it was likely they were avoiding the main streets, so Jisung suggested going into the alleys. He got quite lucky as he soon saw two masked individuals coming to a halt.
“There you are.”
Jisung’s face lit up seeing his pups, but of course they ran off. The two have chase, but their targets slipped out of sight, and the scent left behind wasn’t strong. Jisung whined but Hyunjin assured him they couldn’t have gotten far. They eventually met up with the others later in the day. That’s when Chan let them know he found the motel they were staying in, but had already vacated.
“Are you saying they’re gone again?”
“I don’t think so.” Changbin said. “They got the room for a few days, which means they intend to stay here a while. There must be a reason for that.”
“So likely they won’t go far from here.” Felix continued. “Then where would they go?”
“I think I know.” Chan mentioned. “There’s a lot of wilderness around here, and I saw a poster talking about camping grounds just outside the town.”
“You think they went camping?”
“If they don’t intend to just leave, maybe, but it’s just a guess. Finding them out in the woods won’t be easy either.”
They were ready to continue the challenge, and made their way to the camp grounds. Minho did confirm that they had been by and bought some supplies. Now it was just a question as to where they would be. Many other groups were out in the woods camping, and it would be best not to cause too much trouble. They tried to think like their pups, knowing they’d be doing their best to hide. Hyunjin had a map of the area on him, and pointed out a river. It was a good place to stay in order to mask their scent, and would be a good place to start. So the boys walked along the river, keeping an eye out, and things worked out in their favor.
“Is that them?”
Felix and Jisung slowly approached the little campsite. They saw three figures around the figure, one curling up into a sleeping bag. Being this close they could faintly pick up on their scent, getting confirmation that they found their pups. The two had to contain their excitement.
“What do we do now?” Changbin asked.
“They don’t know we’re here.” Minho said. “So we have the element of surprise.”
“Don’t they look so cute?” Jisung squealed. “They’re perfect.”
“Yes, yes, it’s been fun, but we need to get them home.”
After watching for a while they all moved to surround the pups. They didn’t really want them running off right away so they were quiet. Then they slowly revealed themselves, trying to be as friendly as possible. As soon as they were noticed the pups were on their feet, looking around in a panic, but seeing there was nowhere to go.
“Easy now, we’re not gonna hurt you.”
“… please… please just let us go…”
“It’s too late for that, pup. This chase has been a lot of fun, but it’s time to end it and go home.”
“We should end it on a high note.” Another wolf mentioned. “We’re out in the woods, why not let them really run wild, make this into a real hunt.”
“Yes, let’s do that!” A third cheered.
“Alright, I don’t see why not.”
All the wolves moved closer to each other, serious about letting you run. This all felt like a bad joke, but you weren’t laughing.
“Go on now, you can run.”
You glanced at Seungmin and Jeongin, knowing you were going to run anyway, but trying to think of a real escape. Without a word Seungmin grabbed a stick from the fire and threw it at the wolves before taking your hand and Jeongin’s so the three of you could run together. It was difficult to run this way, especially in the dark with your heart threatening to burst from your chest. Then you heard maniacal laughter from behind you, making your panic worse. They really were gonna chase you like prey. You held Seungmin and Jeongin’s hand tightly, doing your best to keep up with them. Although running this way was dangerous. So when Seungmin took a misstep and fell, all three of you went down.
“Let’s- ah!”
Seungmin tried to stand only to scream. His leg was scraped up pretty badly and he wouldn’t be able to stand. You immediately got his arm around your shoulder, intending to help him up, but he pushed you away.
“Go, now!”
“We’re not leaving you!”
“Yes, you are, you have to.”
“Seungmin-”
“Go!”
You didn’t want to part like this, but you didn’t have time to argue. Jeongin took your hand and pulled you along.
“Jeongin, we can’t-”
“I don’t like it either, but we have to go.”
You both kept moving despite everything, and then you were startled by a howl. It was so sudden and scary that you stumbled in your own steps. You didn’t fall and injure yourself, but you wound up stepping on crumbling ground, falling down a steep incline and dragging Jeongin down with you. The two of you tumbled down a few feet before coming to a halt. You hit a tree and groaned, your vision rather blurry, but you knew you had to get up.
“… jeongin…”
You looked around for your friend and found him next to you. As you crawled over to him you tried to get him up, but he didn’t respond. You shook him a few times, but got nothing.
“Jeongin… jeongin, please…”
You were scared to be alone out here. Seungmin was already lost and you were fearful of losing Jeongin too. You found a pulse, so he was alive, but unconscious. If you stayed here you’d certainly get caught, but you didn’t want to leave him either. Another howl made you yell and look around. Then you glanced up to see where you had been moments ago, three wolves staring down at you. This time you made no attempt to flee, just watch as they made their way down to you and Jeongin. Maybe it was silly, but you still had to speak.
“… please… please, help him…”
“Of course we’re gonna help him.” One of the wolves assured. “He’s our precious pup after all.”
A hand wiped away the tears that had been forming, causing you to flinch back, but they merely laughed. Then they were petting your head, and you let them.
“Such a good girl. This has been a lot of fun, but it’s time to come home.”
Another grabbed Jeongin, pulling him into their embrace and gently nuzzling their neck. They noticed the worry on your face and assured you once more that he was going to be okay, and so would Seungmin. They got up and one held their hand out to you.
“Are you gonna be a good pup now?”
“… yes…”
“Let’s go.”
The wolf helped you to your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist when they noticed you had a bit of a limp. It was a bit of a long walk, but they helped you along the way. Since you had the time, the three introduced themselves. Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix. The one helping you walk was Hyunjin, while Minho was carrying Jeongin. Felix was bouncing around with joy talking about how much you were going to love home. You felt defeated and guilty. All the running just to get caught in the end, to give up. Although you saw no alternative anymore. Seungmin was injured, and so was Jeongin. You would need the wolves in order to get them treatment. So if you had to give in, so be it.
Eventually you got out of the woods, returning to the main area from the campsite. There was a van parked nearby, and that’s where you were taken. When the back doors were opened you saw Seungmin tied up and gagged inside. Minho put Jeongin in the van, setting him down gently. Seungmin was trying to talk through the gag, but you couldn’t make anything out. You did understand him a bit and explained that you and Jeongin fell and he was unresponsive, but he would be okay. Then you were helped inside the van, Hyunjin and Felix getting in as well. Despite everything Jeongin’s hands were tied together, as were yours, just as a precaution.
A moment later the other wolves gathered around the back of the van, smiles on their faces. They all properly introduced themselves, and you could put names to all their faces. Seungmin still had a defiant glare in his eyes, but he knew you were defeated. Chan told you that it was going to be a rather long trip, but to let them know if you needed anything. Jisung and Changbin got into the back and closed the doors. A while later you felt the van start moving and really felt this was the end. This was what was supposed to happen that day, and despite your best efforts, you still wound up in the same place. Jisung was petting your head eagerly, telling you how cute you were and how happy he was to have you. He was the one who had noticed you first and picked you out.
“I’ve always wanted pups, and Chan finally agreed to it. You three are so perfect!”
“You should probably try to sleep.” Changbin mentioned. “It is gonna be a long ride.”
Jisung pulled your head down into his lap, petting you softly and coaxing you to sleep. You didn’t think you’d be able to after an adrenaline filled night, but you were tired of all the running and panic. You needed proper rest, and now that you were here, you could finally get it. You had no idea for how long you slept, but when you woke up you discovered your legs were tied up now, and there was a gag in your mouth. You couldn’t help but panic, realizing none of the other wolves were around. Then the back doors opened.
“Don’t be scared, just an extra precaution.” Hyunjin assured. “No more running.”
He got into the van and helped you sit up, taking the gag off and giving you some bread. He woke the others too, and you were relieved to see Jeongin up and conscious. After some food and water the gag was put back on, and then you were back on the road. There were no windows in the back of the van, so you had no sense of time. You took another nap and were woken up when you seemed to arrive at your destination. It was nearly sundown when you stepped out of the van, looking around to see nothing but trees. Wherever you were, it was rather isolated. Then you noticed the huge house. The three of you were taken inside, still with your restraints.
You never really knew where packs lived, but you didn’t really expect this. It was quite luxurious and clean. To your own surprise you were led to a giant room filled with pillows and blankets. As you were being untied Felix explained that this was a giant nest for you. It was comfy and filled with their scents, which you’d appreciate later on. Now that you were home they could get to the really important part, but they’d let you settle in first. Once you were all released from your restraints you were locked in the room and left alone. This was a weird environment, and moments later Seungmin tried the door, but of course it was locked.
“It’s over now.” Jeongin said. “We’re literally in their home. There’s no running anymore.”
“Bullshit.” Seungmin hissed. “This isn’t fair!”
“We tried, alright, better than nothing.”
“Stupid wolves. I don’t want to be a pup.”
“Well, we are, or at least we’re going to be.”
“What is gonna happen now?” You wondered.
“No idea.” Jeongin responded. “No one really knows what happens when a pack takes you.”
“Well this is certainly not what I imagined. I didn’t know wolves nested.”
“So we just wait for them.” Seungmin huffed. “We just give up?”
“There are six of them and three of us.” You reminded. “They’re also wolves and way stronger than us. You’re also still injured, Seungmin, if you wanna fight, it’s a losing battle. They found our running away fun. I’m sure they’ll love to tussle with you now too.”
As you were talking the doors suddenly opened and all three of you moved closer to one another. The whole pack walked in, making you all nervous. You were truly cornered and at their mercy now.
“It’s time we get this started.” Chan mentioned eagerly. “So, who’s going first?”
“What if we say no one?” Seungmin questioned.
“We’re way past the point of saying no. So I will ask again, who’s first?”
You caught the stern tone in Chan’s voice. He was clearly the leader here, and he was being polite, but you three were on thin ice. You knew it was over, and you didn’t want to be troublesome. You swallowed the lump in your throat and began to crawl forward. The other two grabbed you and tried to pull you back but you pushed them off.
“Good girl.”
Chan moved closer to you and pulled you into his arms. You tried not to squirm and panic as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You were trembling in his arms, and then it happened. You felt a sharp pain in your shoulder, barely able to process the fact that Chan was sinking his canines into your flesh. A scream ripped out of your throat and instinctively you squirmed, but weren’t able to free yourself. You began to feel dizzy, relaxing and going limp in Chan’s embrace. When he pulled back you felt a wet kiss against your head before you were laid down among the sheets. A soft hand pet your head.
“Very good. Grab the others.”
You were vaguely aware as Jeongin and Seungmin were restrained, hearing them scream from the pain of the bite as well. Then things got quiet. The other two were laid down next to you, but you were all out of it. Minho and Jisung were cleaning your wounds a while later. Time definitely had no meaning, and you began to feel weird. It was like a fever traveling along your body, making you toss and turn. There was no relief, just gentle hands trying to sooth you, and words of affirmation telling you that it was all going to be okay in the end. Somehow you managed to get some rest, wanting to sleep through the discomfort.
“Adorable.”
Jisung couldn’t help but be in the nest and watch over his pups. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, he didn’t want to miss anything. His hyungs had told him to behave himself and not bother them while they transitioned. He so desperately wanted to hold his pups and play with them but he had to be patient. This was an important time for them and for him too. He wanted to be good to his pups, so he had to show self control. Then he heard a soft groan and saw one of his pups stir.
“… hm…”
Jisung crawled over, seeing you open your sleepy eyes. He smiled and placed a soft kiss on your head.
“Hi, pup.”
You whimpered, feeling incredibly disoriented. You were picking up on so many scents, and everything seemed so loud. Before you knew it you were pulled into someone’s arms, glancing up to see Jisung.
“Sh, just focus on my heartbeat and take a deep breath. It’s always weird at first.”
You didn’t really understand what he meant, but you listened to his words. Your ear was pressed against his chest and the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat was calming. Then you took a deep breath and realized he smelled so nice. You couldn’t help but snuggle against him, feeling nice. Then you heard the other two begin to stir awake, just as discombobulated as you.
“… y/n… y/n…”
Seungmin was quickly on his hands and knees, looking for you and seeing you in Jisung’s arms. He was trying to make sense of everything, but his head was still spinning.
“It’s okay.” Jisung cooed. “Just breath and take it easy. You’re okay.”
Seungmin moved closer, snuggling against you, happy that you’re okay. Soon enough Jeongin made his way over too, all four of you snuggling together. Then the door opened and the others seemed to come in. They were happy to see their pups awake, slowly making their way over to the cuddle pile. Jeongin and Seungmin were pulled away from you, getting their own cuddles and attention.
“I feel weird…” Jeongin mumbled.
“You’re still adjusting to the changes.” Changbin explained. “You’re in the final stages now. Everything is just settling in. It’s okay.”
“You’re our pups now.” Felix cooed. “We’re gonna take such good care of you.”
The world seemed so different now. You felt so sensitive to everything, all the touches, the scents around you, yet it felt nice. This nest was so comforting and soft, and with the others around it was the best place to be. You were burying yourself under blankets while Jisung was playing with you. Before you may have wanted to leave, but now you felt like this was where you were supposed to be and where you wanted to stay. You let out a playful yell when the blanket was pulled back and your face was peppered with kisses.
“Good girl, good pup.”
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—First Days • Ateez



✧˖°.pairing: sibling!teez x little sister!reader ✧˖°.summary: ❝its their little sister's first day of kindergarten, and time for new memories to makeᝰ.ᐟ❞✧˖°.warnings: none
"Sannie, Woo!" The little girl jumped on her brother who was hugging Wooyoung, the older man groaning. "Rise and shine," she giggled.
Wooyoung sighed, checking his phone. "It's just six am, Y/n," the man tried to reason, falling back into position. "Wake us up at seven, flower," San added.
Y/n pouted, jumped again this time with more excitement. "I start school today!"
And it makes both of the men jolt awake, sitting upright with surprised expression. Checking the date again, Wooyoung screams pulling Y/n in a hug, smothering her little face with kisses.
San smiled as he watched her fighting Wooyoung. Once he lets go, San quickly picks her up in his arms, spinning around the room. "Our baby sister is starting school today," he chirped, blowing raspberries on her little tummy.
Wooyoung took a quick video of the two, walking out of their room to be met with a house busier than the subway at rush hour.
All the guys running around the rooms, Seonghwa screaming at Mingi for burning the pancakes, Hongjoong and Yunho packing things in Y/n's little bag and Jongho stood there rubbing his chin as if he was buying real estate for his hypothetical company with Yeosang giving him suggestions.
"Wow," San mouths, letting Y/n down. Giggling, the little girl paddeles up to Hongjoong, inspecting what they were packing. "Crayons!" she beamed taking them out. Hongjoong tried to stop her having packed them just seconds prior but the smile on her face dulled anything he had to say.
Smiling, Hongjoong nodded. "Yes, Y/n, those are crayons. Can we put them back?" he tried.
"No, wanna draw!" She babbled.
Hongjoong rubbed his face in frustration, Yunho dying of laughter beside the older. "Babygirl," Yunho managed between laughs. "Lets color in our ipad, okay?" he suggested, whisking her away in his arms.
The girl was barely walking today.
Shaking their heads, Wooyoung walked towards the kitchen, saving Mingi who was just about to get bombarded with more screams from their hyung. "Calm, calm down, hyung," Wooyoung chuckled, pattinf Seonghwa.
"Calm? How can I be calm, Woo? That idiot is messing up Y/n's breakfast!"
"Hey!" Exclaimed Mingi, trying to flip another scattered pancake. "I just want to help," he pouted.
Seonghwa sighed, taking in deep breaths. "Okay, Min. How about this, you cut the veggies for her lunch and Woo handles the breakfast, alright?" He sounds just like a mother, Wooyoung thinks.
Mingi nods, happy with the offer.
Meanwhile, San leaned against Yeosang, eyes fixed on the picked outfits laid on the couch. "How about this?" he pointed at a pink dress. "No," Jongho shook his head. "She'll get it dirty," he siad, Yeosang nodding along him.
"How about that?" Yeosang suggested, pointing at a jean overall. "Yes!" Jongho clapped his hand as if he found a diamond in the rough. "That's it, hyung, good!" He praised.
Yeosang smiled smugly, fanning himself with his hand. "Keep them coming, keep them coming."
Chuckling, San left the two to get ready for the day.
And for thirty minutes, the house fell into rhythm. Jongho and Yeosang dressing up the little girl who was busy dancing to cocomelon, Hongjoong going over the list of things he had packed, Wooyoung, Seonghwa and Mingi taking care of the meals. Yunho recorded it all on his phone, while San did it on his videocam, narrating everything as if he was making a journal entry.
When it was time for breakfast, the brothers took turns feeding Y/n, placing small pieces of pancakes in her mouth. Hongjoong stood beside Seonghwa, watching as his brothers fed their dear sister. He caught Seonghwa wiping tears from the corner of his eyes. Hongjoong smiled, offering the older man a side hug.
"She's growing so fast," Seonghwa said softly.
Hongjoong nodded, "Too fast."
After breakfast, the men scurried off to their room to get dressed. "You all coming, no?" Y/n asked, her eyes sparkling brightly.
It was decided that Seonghwa and Hongjoong would drop the girl off but seeing her face, they all decided there on the dining table that all of them are coming, no matter what. Even if one car doesn't hold them all, they will take their other cars, as many as it takes to drop her off.
They will absolutely not miss it for the world.
The ride to the kindergarten was uneventful. In one car, Hongjoong drove while Seonghwa had her sit on his lap, remindeing her of all the things she should and should not do while Mingi and Wooyoung smiled like their lives were fulfilled.
"You should share your things, alright, Y/n?" Seonghwa said softly.
"Or don't if the kids are mean!" Added Wooyoung who earned a smack from the older. Hongjoong chcukled, shaking his head.
"Say good morning to the teacher," Seonghwa began again. "And what are the magic words we learned?"
"Sorry, please and thank you!" Y/n answered cheerfully.
"Yes!" Seonghwa praised, high-fiving her little palm.
"Oh and Y/n, if a boy annoys you," Mingi started, looking at Hongjoong to finish the sentence.
"Come to me and Min. We'll take care of it."
In the other car, Yunho drove while the others stared at San's phone.
"She was so small," cooed Yeosang at the pictures of Y/n San was showing. "Her fingers, oh my god," gasped Jongho. "So small!"
"You guys," Yunho sighed. "She's still small."
"But she won't be for long," Whined San, tipping his head back in agony.
Yeosang nodded thoughtfully. "She'll grow up, be in highchool, then oh my god," he covered his mouth. "Puberty," he almost whispers the word as if it was a cursed spell of some kind.
The men all collectively grimaced. "Then college, she'll move out," Yeosang started again. "She'll get a job too. It's all too fast, not fair!" he groaned.
"I think we're forgetting something...?"
The men all stared at Yunho through the rearview mirror, as if daring him to say the words.
"She'll get married...one day."
And silence falls over the car, the only sound of the wheels running against the road. San shakes his head, waving his hand around dismissively.
"Too fast, too fast! She's five! We have plenty of time before that," he reasoned trying to diffuse the sudden melancholy. Yunho nodded, focusing on the road.
In a few minutes, both car stops before the kindergarten. It was Seonghwa first who came out with Y/n in his arms, Hongjoong, Wooyoung and Mingi following him. The other men also stood around Seonghwa, as if guarding the two from some invisible danger.
There were other parents too who came to drop off their children. They moved to the sighed, murmuring amongst themselves about the strange family.
The poor teacher thought she had a mafia kid this year for sure.
"Hello, Ms. Ae-sun," Hongjoong greeted.
Letting Y/n stand, Seonghwa shook her hand. "We hope you take care of Y/n," he smiled brightly.
"She's a good kid, don't worry," San added with a smile.
The teacher nodded, taking off Y/n's bag. "She'll be alright,m don't worry," she smiled.
When it was time to leave, Seonghwa waved a quick good bye to Y/n and rushed to the car, the tip of his ears going red. Y/n stared confused. "You guys won't stay?" She asked softly.
Hongjoong sighed, kneeling down to her height. "We'll be back soon, kiddo," he ruffled her hair.
"B-but," her lips were quivering.
"We can have ice-cream after school, doll," San added quickly. "And cookies and chocolate, and-," the guys added in a hurry.
"Okay!" She beamed.
Breathing a sigh of relief, the guys slowly made their way to their respective cars.
"Bye-bye!" She waved her brothers goodbye.
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oh look, another new photoshoot in which oliver looks hot as sin...
(with thanks to @thegingerparty for the idea) 💖
a little look, a little touch
louliver // 1,037 words // rated E // read on ao3
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Lou can feel himself getting hard embarrassingly quickly as he flicks through the latest batch of photos from Oliver's Principle shoot, all of his blood rushing south at speed as he takes in just how insanely fucking hot his boyfriend looks.
There's one photo in particular that catches his eye and pushes him to do something about the growing bulge in his pants.
Oliver is standing on a sidewalk somewhere, one hand holding onto a fence post as he leans into the street, a pair of sunglasses hanging from his other hand. The outfit he's wearing isn't particularly remarkable and yet it has Lou reaching immediately for the button on his pants with the hand not holding his phone.
Lou had always been a sucker for a shirt that was just see through enough to show a hint of Oliver's tattoos, and the way that his jeans pull just right at the crotch to show off what he's packing is particularly sexy - not that Lou doesn't already know exactly what he's packing, and very intimately at that.
No, what's really doing it for him is the sight of a thin gold chain nestled among the soft curls of his chest hair.
He'd recognised it almost immediately as his own, a strangled moan escaping his throat at the sight of it around his boyfriend's neck; the fact that he hadn't told him he was borrowing it only makes it even hotter and Lou fumbles at the button on his pants, fingers clumsy with arousal as he imagines Oliver sneaking into his jewellery drawer and taking what he wanted without asking.
"Fuck," he hisses when he finally wraps a hand around himself, having hastily shoved his pants and underwear down and pulled his shirt up out of the way. He's already leaking so he smears the pre-come along his length and starts stroking himself, hard and fast and desperate, eyes fixed on the picture on his phone as he spreads his legs, allowing himself more room.
His cock is so hard in his hand it's almost painful, the thought of Oliver proudly wearing his jewellery in a national magazine sending him a little crazy with lust; no one else knows that it's Lou's necklace - that Oliver had essentially announced to the world who he belonged to - but Lou knows.
Lou knows and takes great pleasure in fucking his fist about it, the slick slide of his hand on his cock loud in the quiet of his living room.
He can already feel his orgasm building and it should probably be a little embarrassing how quickly it races towards him except that he just doesn't care, not when all he can think about is the gold of the chain against Oliver's pale skin, against the darker curl of his chest hair.
His breath catches in his throat as he starts stroking himself even faster, hand flying along the velvet length of his cock as his chest heaves, a litany of soft moans falling from his lips.
Usually at this point he'd be utterly lost to his pleasure, eyes closed and head thrown back but he can't tear his eyes away from the picture of Oliver in his hand, gaze locked and the key thrown away as he jerks himself off hard and fast and so fucking good.
A notification pulls his focus a few moments later and he's ready to resent whoever is interrupting him until he sees that it's a message from the man himself.
let me see when you're done
"Fuck," Lou cries out, orgasm crashing over him with the force of a tidal wave as the implication of Oliver's message hits him, hot ropes of come striping his hand and his stomach as he comes harder than he has in a while. His mouth drops open as he throws his head back, pleasure curling through him from head to toe as he strokes himself until it becomes almost painful and then for just a bit longer, come slicking the way as he fucks his oversensitive cock into his fist, loathe to let the pleasure end.
Eventually he does let it go, panting hard as he tries to catch his breath.
Once his brain is at least partially back online, he lifts his phone to snap a picture of his hand wrapped around his now soft cock, making sure to angle it to make the come on his fingers and stomach the focal point.
He sends it off and lets out a deep, satisfied sigh even as he blushes.
Oliver hadn't even sent him the pictures.
No, he'd apparently just known that Lou would see them on Instagram and immediately jerk off about it and Lou flushes pleasantly hot all over at the thought, a situation not helped by another message from his boyfriend.
Lou is about to reply with a string of curses when two pictures come through and he lets out a noise that can only be described as a whine, his dick valiantly attempting to go another round as he looks at a photo of Oliver's come splattered chest and stomach.
wish I was there to lick it off
guess i'll have to make do
It's the second photo though that really does him in, a selfie of Oliver looking flushed and beautiful, licking his own come from his fingers, Lou's chain around his neck and visibly splattered with white.
"Oh fuck," he moans, immediately hitting the call button.
"You like that?" Oliver asks in lieu of a hello and Lou can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.
"Jesus Christ, Oli," Lou mutters, "are you trying to kill me?"
"Don't know what you mean," Oliver replies before the sound of him sucking on his fingers comes down the phone, even more obscene for being right in Lou's ear.
"God, the next time I see you…"
He trails off, not even sure where to start with what he wants to do to his boyfriend when they're schedules finally line up again but Oliver seems to understand anyway.
"Yes to all of it," he says, sounding flatteringly breathless as he adds, "think about me in the meantime?"
Lou huffs a laugh.
"Always do, sweetheart. Always do."
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Cyclone (One Piece x OP!Reader)
Hi im at marineford in the anime and its making me so anxious so i wanted to write a happy ending marineford where everyone is friends and reader is OP as fuck. Thank you and enjoy.
You joined the Straw Hats between Brook and Sabaody. The timing had felt perfect—like fate. Just long enough to bond, to laugh, to bicker over dumb things, to be part of the crew. To be one of them.
And then Kuma happened. You were the first to disappear.
He didn’t even touch you. Just stood there, all impossibly huge and quiet, and said one thing:
“Where do you want to go?”
You never answered. Didn’t matter.
-
You woke up coughing up saltwater on a warm wooden dock, surrounded by gentle voices and the scent of grilled fish. A kind fisherman’s village on a quiet, reef-cradled island. Not a bad place to be flung, all things considered.
But the ache in your ribs and the weight in your chest told you something was very wrong. You were alone.
The villagers took care of you—wrapped your wounds, fed you, gave you a bed to rest in. And you did, for three full days. Dreamless. Exhausted. Unmoving.
On the fourth day, the news came like a gut punch.
PORTGAS D. ACE TO BE EXECUTED. WAR IMMINENT. WHITEBEARD TO RETALIATE.
You nearly tore the paper apart rereading it, heart climbing into your throat. Luffy. His brother. Your captain’s brother. You'd met him before joining the Straw Hats, friendly but fleeting. You found yourself fond of him, enjoying his free spirit.
You don’t remember shouting. Just moving. Urgently. Frantically. Asking the villagers for a ship. Any ship. They gave you their fastest boat. A sleek, wind-bitten thing with a strong rudder and a high sail. A miracle.
You packed lightly. Supplies. Weapons. A small photo of the crew that Robin had once tucked into your hand with a smirk.
You didn’t even know if Luffy would be there. Didn’t know if you’d be too late. But you had to go.
Even if it killed you.
The wind’s in your favor. You steer like hell. No sleep. No real food. Just determination and salt spray and sheer will.
Three days. You beg the wind to hold. You whisper to the sea like it’s a god.
“Don’t take me yet. I have to try.”
You cry only once—at night, when the stars make you feel too small and Ace’s name burns behind your eyes like fire. You weren’t even that close with him. But Luffy was. And Luffy was your captain. Your friend.
... And you kinda liked Ace okay?!
So you sail. Like a fool. Like a hero. Like a Straw Hat.
To Marineford. To the heart of hell. To a war you have no place in—except for the one you carved with your own hands.
-
The air at Marineford reeks of tension—salt, blood, gunpowder, and the kind of heat that comes from fury, loss, and the raw scream of fate.
You arrive just as the war truly begins.
The island is a theatre of madness—Whitebeard’s quake has split the sea itself, Marines scramble like ants on a sinking ship, and Luffy— Luffy is already running, punching straight through the frontlines, roaring Ace’s name like a promise.
You feel it. In your bones. This is it.
Your boat cracks as you leap from it, the force of your wind launching you like a cannonball into the fray. You spiral mid-air, body cloaked in a shimmering ripple of pressure and speed.
The Cyclone Fruit. The world-breaker. The reason you always held back.
But not today. Not here.
You hit the first Pacifista like a thunderclap. Your sword—a sleek blade forged to withstand your storms—sings as it slices through metal. Wind whips around it in a halo, splitting circuits and steel with one clean, howling arc.
Another Pacifista lifts its arm. You twist your fingers. The air around it compresses, a sharp hiss preceding an explosion of force. It crumples like paper. Then another. And another. They fall like dominos.
A breeze carries your scent across the battlefield—your power. Eyes snap toward you. Even Whitebeard himself turns.
You land in front of him just in time.
A blade meant for his heart swings toward the Yonko from Squard’s trembling hands. You don’t think. You move.
The air shrieks as you launch forward, faster than any human should. Your arm moves on instinct. Your blade meets Squard’s mid-swing— And it shatters. Not yours. His.
The fragments scatter like sharp rain. Squard stumbles back. Whitebeard’s eyes are wide.
“…What the hell…” The old man’s voice is gravel and disbelief. You pant, hair whipping around your face like ribbons in a storm.
“I don’t have time to explain.” You flash a crooked, exhilarated grin. “Don’t die.”
Then you’re gone— A gust, a blur, a tempest.
Luffy is in the distance. Your heart soars at the sight of him, scrambling over Marines, ducking cannon fire, still running on sheer will and love.
You vault over a crumbling platform. Wind cushions your fall. You spin mid-air, landing with a gale so strong it sends Marines sprawling like leaves.
“I’m here!” you shout, voice echoing over the ice.
Luffy doesn’t look back - he doesn't hear you over the swords and cannon fire.
You fight with the wind itself. Your body moves faster than sight, your blade slicing with the whisper of a hurricane. Each swing pushes enemies back. Gusts snap bones. Barrages of air pressure knock entire squads aside.
You are the eye of the storm. And you are furious.
Every injustice the Marines ever committed—every loss, every sacrifice, every friend lost to their so-called "justice"—you feel it. And you let it all out.
You're the Cyclone. The destroyer of fleets. The whisper before the end.
And today, you fight for Luffy. You fight for Ace. You fight for the family that Kuma tried to rip from you.
Today, the storm favors the Straw Hats.
The Marines are crumbling. Like brittle old crackers left in the sun. They fall in droves, scattered by invisible hands, winds so sharp and sudden they cut through steel.
You land on one knee, sword dragging across the stone like lightning in disguise, air swirling tight around you like a second skin. Another gust spirals outward—a shockwave of pressure and force. Entire formations are gone.
And everybody sees.
Luffy skids to a halt mid-charge, rubber limbs drawn back for another wild punch. His eyes bulge, lips parting in a slack-jawed "EH?!"
“(Y/N)?!?” His voice cracks like a whip. He hadn’t seen you since Sabaody. Hadn’t known if you were alive, let alone here. And this?! He knew you were cool, yeah, but this?! You’re breaking the war apart.
“THAT’S SO COOL!!” he shouts, stars in his eyes despite the chaos, and then—“HEY!! LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU—!!”
You flick a hand. A wall of wind slams a Marine general so hard into a tower that it collapses. Luffy gapes. You wink at him with a wide grin.
-
Jinbei blinks in disbelief, calm face tightening with caution and awe. “Another force of nature…” he mutters. “No. Not a force. A storm given form.”
He watches as you cleave a marine ship in half from across the harbor with a single blade swipe and a cyclone gust to finish it off.
“She has the same energy as Luffy. Unstoppable.” And Jinbei smiles faintly, because maybe—maybe—the tides are finally turning.
-
“Oh HELL no.” Buggy dives behind a barricade of his own followers.
“What the hell is that?! Why does she look like someone sneezed and turned it into a weapon?!” He peeks through his fingers just in time to see a Pacifista implode from within—caught in an air bubble so dense it collapsed like a black hole. “I’M ALLERGIC TO PEOPLE LIKE THIS!!” But he’s secretly impressed. And terrified. Mostly terrified.
-
Crocodile watches you with narrowed eyes, cigar clenched so tight the tip splits. “She’s not Navy. Not one of Whitebeard’s…”
He clicks his tongue, tension behind every move. You slice the mast off a battleship with a gesture, the wind spiraling into a tornado that shreds the deck. “…And not someone I’ve seen before.”
But you have his interest now. "Wind and sand, huh," he mutters, grinning darkly. “Let’s see which storm wins.”
-
You haven't reached Ace yet. He's still high on the execution platform, still shackled, but his head is tilted, watching the chaos.
When the wind shifts, brushing his face like a memory, he knows.
“…No way,” he breathes. That breeze—he’s felt it before. Soft. Always playful. You used to ruffle his hair with it when he was tired.
Then he sees you. A blur of speed. A howl of power. Knocking Marines skyward like flies, slicing cannonballs mid-air. Fighting for them. For him.
And his heart aches. Because he doesn’t deserve it. But gods, he’s glad you’re here.
-
Above the war, the air pressure shifts—like the breath before a scream. You don’t stop. You can’t stop.
Because Luffy is fighting for his brother. Ace is still in chains. And the Marines think they can decide who lives and who dies.
You’re here to remind them— Some storms don’t ask for permission.
-
You feel it. The heat before it hits. The burning air, the smell of scorched stone, the wrongness that comes with him.
Akainu. All fire and fury and false justice.
He rises like a volcano given legs, magma leaking from his fist like hell’s own blood.
He glares down at you from a platform of flame. “Pirates like you… pests like you… your kind doesn’t deserve to live.” He raises his arm.
“Meteor Volcano.”
The sky cracks. Molten fists rain from the heavens like god’s wrath, blotting out the sun.
Screaming. Panic. Marines and pirates both scattering as burning death descends.
You stand still. Sword at your side. Eyes gleaming.
No more holding back. Not today. Not when Ace is in chains. Not when Luffy is fighting to the bone. Not when the world still believes they get to decide who is worthy of saving.
“Fuck that.”
You rise.
Air rushes upward with you, the wind beneath your feet forming into invisible spirals. You slash your sword once— And the world screams.
A gust, no—a hurricane, howling through the heavens, shreds the magma meteors like they’re made of smoke.
Each one is obliterated, scattered in the sky like dying embers. The battlefield stares in shock as not one drop of fire reaches the ground.
You hover in the air, clothes whipping around your body, your sword glowing faint blue from the sheer speed of your swing.
Akainu looks up. You’re already there.
Wind wraps your form, dragging you forward like a living bullet. You slice.
The force of the cut is silent. That’s what makes it terrifying.
Akainu doesn’t even get a second to react. One moment he’s standing. The next— He’s flying backwards, the air around him exploding as your blade carves through magma like butter.
He hits the wall of a Marine tower with such force it collapses, crushed beneath the pressure of your wrath. Stone crumbles. Dust floods the square.
You land hard, sword dragging behind you, cutting grooves into the ground. Your chest heaves. Your pupils are pinpricks. Your hands are shaking.
You’re angry. Livid. The kind of fury that only grief and helplessness can fuel.
You look at what’s left of the battlefield. The Admirals are watching you now. Kizaru, unreadable. Aokiji, frozen in place—uncertain. And Akainu, buried.
You spit to the side. “Your justice is broken.” You raise your sword. The air tightens. “I’m here to end it.”
The air hasn’t settled. Won’t settle. Not while you’re still standing.
Not while the ground still stinks of justice warped into a weapon.
Akainu’s crater smokes behind you. The Admirals are cautious now—watching, weighing, waiting.
And the Warlords begin to move.
Mihawk is first—drawn not by duty, but curiosity. His eyes track your every motion like a beast sizing up another predator.
“Fascinating,” he murmurs, lifting his massive blade. “A storm in human skin.”
You brace. You feel the air pull around you. If he strikes, you can move. You can counter. You can match him.
But before he swings—
Another figure dances in.
Boa Hancock.
She lands with the grace of a goddess, serpents writhing beneath her heels, perfume clinging to the wind. Her eyes glitter with sharp jealousy.
“You dare stand in Luffy-sama’s way,” she says, but she’s staring through you, not at you.
You prepare to meet her head-on—your cyclone churning. But then—
“SHE’S WITH ME, HANCOCK!” Luffy’s voice—raw and loud, tearing through the chaos like a whip crack.
Hancock freezes. Her whole body jerks.
She looks toward him with hearts already pulsing in her eyes. “Luffy-sama… called for me…” she whispers, hands rising to her chest.
Her glare snaps back to you. A pause. A smirk. “Hmph. I suppose I’ll forgive you,” she declares, voice tight, trying not to look impressed. “Just this once.”
You raise a brow. “Thanks?”
She glares harder. “Don’t get too close to him.” Then she backflips away, spinning into a flurry of deadly kicks aimed at any Marine dumb enough to be nearby.
Doflamingo chuckles behind his shades, strings twitching from his fingertips. “She’s got the Marines pissing themselves and Boa blushing like a schoolgirl…”
He tilts his head at you, sharp grin stretched wide. “Wanna join my crew instead, sweetheart?”
You slam your boot into the earth—sending a wind burst that knocks him back a full ten meters. “Try that again and I’ll string you up,” you growl.
His laugh howls as he floats away like a lazy balloon.
Kuma—or what’s left of him—doesn’t flinch. Another Pacifista slams down. You meet it in the air, blade-first, slicing its head clean off with a twisting cyclone that carves an entire path through the battlefield.
You feel Luffy getting closer now. Your winds carry the sound of his heartbeat—racing, loud, alive.
He leaps onto a tower that hasn’t collapsed yet, sweaty and bleeding, but smiling so wide you think your ribs might crack.
“You’re CRAZY strong!!” he shouts at you, absolutely beaming. “Why didn’t you tell me you were that awesome?!”
You blink at him, wind tousling his hat slightly. You grin. “Didn’t really come up.”
He laughs so hard he almost falls off the ledge.
You flick your blade toward the rising platform. “Let’s go get your brother.”
-
The wind shifts. You feel it. Something’s wrong. Something’s happening.
From your perch near Luffy, laughter and flame, blood and chaos all swirling beneath you— You see Sengoku rise. Golden light radiating off him like a false sunrise. Massive. Mythic. Terrifying.
He’s done waiting.
He raises his fists. Stands over Ace. The executioners hesitate, backs pressed to the wall from the earlier quake. But Sengoku—he doesn’t hesitate. He lifts his fists to bring them down on Ace himself. No speeches. No theatrics. Just death.
“I won’t make it in time.” Even Luffy—running, rubber burning— He won’t make it.
But you can. You have to.
You push off the ground with such force it shatters, a crater blooming where your foot once was. You tear through the battlefield like a blade through silk—
Aokiji forms an ice wall. You blow it to dust. Kizaru tries to flash in your path—your cyclone cancels his light. Akainu, dragging himself from rubble, roars your name— You scream back, louder than a hurricane.
Your vision tunnels. The world is a blur. All you see is Ace. The chains. The execution platform. The moment time is meant to run out.
“Not today.”
You overshoot. Wind crackles around you like lightning, control slipping— Too fast, too much force, too high. You redirect mid-air, slicing into a steel scaffolding to slow yourself.
A sword pierces your shoulder. You don’t stop. You don’t even feel it.
You slam into Sengoku mid-strike. Fist to golden jaw. Air booms outward. Sengoku—THE Sengoku—goes flying. Hits a tower. Cracks it from base to top.
The Marines scream. The platform shakes. Ace blinks, stunned. Blood at the corner of his mouth. His lips part like he’s not sure you’re real.
You pant, trembling, your left arm limp at your side, the sword still embedded deep. But your right hand moves. Fast. Precise. Determined.
You grip the chains around Ace’s wrists— And twist the air itself.
The manacles explode outward with a snap of wind. Shrapnel rains.
Ace stares at you like you’ve split the ocean.
You grin, bloody and wind-whipped. “Miss me?”
He laughs—a raw, incredulous sound. And for the first time in what feels like a century— He’s free.
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The battlefield is silent. The skies are clear. Not a single Marine stands.
Sengoku? KO’d. Akainu? Slammed into the magma so hard he's now just very angry sediment. Kizaru? Spinning gently in orbit from a wind kick to the jaw. Aokiji? Frozen himself to avoid further embarrassment. The Warlords?
Let’s just say Doflamingo “accidentally” tied himself to a flagpole. Crocodile asked to join your fan club. And Boa Hancock is still dramatically fainting every time Luffy speaks her name.
“Did he say ‘Hancock’?! Hhhaaaaahn~” thud
Ace is free. Luffy is safe. Whitebeard... is alive, somehow. He just stood back up and cracked his neck like:
“Mm. That nap hit different.”
He pats you on the back. You fly 30 feet forward and crash into a victory buffet table.
The Marines surrender. Not because they wanted to. But because you stormed their entire fleet, turned one of their ships into a kite, and wrote "SORRY NOT SORRY" in the clouds.
The wind spelled your name.
Cut to: You, Ace, and Luffy standing on a tall Marine podium (now renamed the "Winner Stage") as the sun sets.
You have a fist raised. A cape of wind. And a sparkly Denden Mushi in one hand, blaring your highlight reel.
🎥 "—AND HERE’S ME YEETING AKAINU INTO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH—" 🎥 "—SENGOKU? GONE. JUST GONE." 🎥 “—THIS CLIP’S CALLED PACIFISTA POPCORN.” 🎥 “—KUMA WHO? NEVER HEARD OF HIM.”
The Denden Mushi sobs. It’s been recording for hours.
The World Government? Dissolved. Instantly. The moment your wind sliced the words "CEASE AND DESIST" into the red line.
Far away, on Onigashima… Kaido, still drunk, sits up sharply. Sweating. Eyes wide.
“Why do I feel like someone cooler than me just woke up?” He panics. Trips. Falls off the island.
Dead. From fear.
Cut to: Your crew lifting you up. (They got here by...Whale Sharks?) Luffy’s laughing, Ace is holding your other arm, Jinbei’s crying softly into a rice ball. Even Buggy is cheering for you like it was his idea all along.
You’re handed a crown made of cannon parts and rose gold. The crowd chants:
“MVP! MVP! MVP!”
You dab. Robin sighs. Sanji weeps. Zoro glares like he’s considering joining Kaido in the afterlife, but ultimately sighs and mutters,
“...Yeah, that was cool.”
The world is at peace. Forever. There’s a yearly holiday named after you now. No one dares to pick a fight—every time a villain thinks about it, a breeze ruffles their collar and whispers:
“Don’t.”
And somewhere… deep in the wind… You swear you hear Luffy laughing. Ace calling your name. The crew bickering. The sound of a dream, still sailing.
And you? You’re still standing at the bow of it all.
Wind in your hair. Sword at your back. And the world at your feet.
#x reader#one piece#luffy#sanji#reader insert#nico robin#nami#tony tony chopper#ace#law#request#marineford#happy ending
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Bad News
SUMMARY: being Jannik’s sister also meant getting along well with one of his friends which is an annoying aspect to your life that Carlos had not anticipated…
warnings: smut



“Game, Set and Match Draper,”
The day of the dreaded semifinal. You couldn’t sleep next to your brother. When you showed up to his room unannounced you didn’t have a believable lie to tell him so you opted for the truth. He was taken aback a little because it was a decision made out of the blue for him. You stated you didn’t want to discuss it and he let you be. But when you moved restlessly in bed you really wished you had someone to talk to.
You had clicked on Jack’s number a couple of times, debating if texting him at 2 am the night before a big match was a good idea. You eventually talked yourself out of it. Knowing Jack he would have told you to come over but even if you did disturb his sleeping, what were you going to tell him? That you broke up with Carlos? And when he would ask why? Then what? No, it wasn’t a good decision.
The following morning you slept in. Jannik had pulled out the tournament two days ago but decided to prolong his stay to watch the semifinal. You woke up to a couple of texts from him telling you he was having breakfast and then about three messages from Jack.
From: Jack
I couldn’t sleep last night. I guess I missed our chat
From: Jack
But I’ll see you later, right?
From: Jack
I know you’ll cheer for Carlos but you’ll celebrate later with me ;)
You groaned in your pillow as you felt your insides twist. What the fuck was going on? You were confused. Amidst all these confusing feelings, you decided to get up and get ready for the day. You dreaded the semifinal match because it meant watching the two men who had been giving you a headache for the past month fight it out. Jack still didn’t know you and Carlos weren’t together anymore but it wouldn’t have taken him too long to find out.
The match was going to be held around two in the afternoon. Therefore you spent the morning prepping yourself for the inevitable. You knew Carlos was the favored player, he had won this twice before and he had confessed multiple times he liked playing here. But Jack was the underdog. Even if he shouldn’t have been because he was bringing a high level of tennis on court and you knew Carlos had already struggled before against him. Of course you wanted your boyfriend— well, ex boyfriend to win this again but you also cared for Jack and you knew this would matter a lot to him.
When the clock hit the set time, you found yourself looking for your seat in Carlos’ box. Despite the break up, you didn’t want to draw any attention by not showing up. You sat behind the team, to the side. The stadium was packed with fans. Most of them seemed to be rooting for Carlos but you could people call Jack’s name out too. You could feel your throat close up as they began to warm up and you knew right away this would be a tough match. Carlos spotted you first. He smiled and winked at you before focusing back on his game. Then Jack shot you a glance. He didn’t show any particular emotion— he wasn’t much of a shower on court— and then looked away. You sighed.
May the best win…
“Game, set and match Draper!”
That was… unexpected. To say the least. You didn’t doubt Jack’s ability to play well but you were surprised by Carlos. He hadn’t played at his usual level. You watched as they shook hands at the net and then Carlos quickly packed his bag before walking off court. Were you supposed to follow him? Or should you have let him be? You weren’t his girlfriend anymore but you still felt very much connected to him.
You opted to leave him be. After what you had said the night before, what was the point of following him? You were most likely the last person he wanted to see in that moment and rightfully so. Therefore, you stayed put and walked out when Jack was over with his speech. You tried to find your brother amidst the crowd of people who worked for the tournament and other players’ teams.
“Came to congratulate me?” You recognized the voice immediately. You turned around and spotted a drenched in sweat Jack Draper. He was just about to go cool down because he was still holding his bags.
“Busted. Congrats,” you grinned.
“Thanks. Where’s Jannik? I thought I had seen him out there,” he asked taking a look around. You had no idea.
“I was looking for him too,” you replied and tried to spot a tall redhead in the swarm of people running around the halls. You were a little afraid to see Carlos. Last thing you wanted was for him to see you and Jack talk.
“Never mind. I’ll see him later. Will you stay here for the final? Or will you have to leave with your boyfriend tomorrow?” He asked pushing his hair back. You gulped at the word boyfriend. If only he knew…
“No, I think I’ll stay with Jannik. His best friend is kinda playing the final,” you joked and he chuckled. He brought his right hand to scratch his neck. Some of his fingers were taped up and you could tell he was growing out a little bit of beard.
“I’m just your brother’s best friend now?” He asked with a smirk. Here we go.
“You’re an acquaintance of mine too,” you teased and he shook his head amused. You didn’t want to waste any more of his time since he probably had places to be but Jack didn’t seem to be too concerned. He kept chatting with you about nothing. As if he didn’t have interviews to attend and as if his team wasn’t waiting for him in the cooldown room.
“Damn, we are still acquaintances? And I wanted to take you out after the final,”
Oh?
Jack saw the look of confusion and panic on your face and immediately added:
“You and Jannik of course. Sorry, it came out wrong,” you could see his cheeks grow redder by the second and you chuckled embarrassed.
“Of course. But you have a final to win first, no?” You teased him and he nodded, silently agreeing with you. This little conversation of yours came to an end when one of his team found him chatting instead of cooling down and he had to eventually leave.
You sighed as if you had been holding your breath for the entire conversation. It felt weird to be talking to him after last night. You still hadn’t told Jack about your situation with Carlos because you feared what that would mean for your relationship. Would things change if Jack knew? Would your situation dissolve now that it wasn’t forbidden anymore?
As you pulled out your phone to finally call your brother and find out where he had gone, you noticed a few unread messages from Carlos.
From: Carlitos
Gracias para haber venido al partido
No te voy a molestar más porque respeto tu decisión
Espero verte temprano x
Fuck my life. You thought to yourself as you locked your phone and headed out to go back to the hotel and drown your sorrows in room service.
What the fuck am I doing?
Day of the final.
Draper vs Rune.
Jannik had convinced you to come sit with him in Jack’s box. You didn’t want to draw any attention to yourself by sitting in another man’s box but at the same time you didn’t have much of an option. It was either this or watching on tv and as much as you didn’t want rumors to start circulating, you also wanted to show Jack your support. It was a major title he was going to play for and he needed you. He had made that very obvious.
You had replied to Carlos’ texts but he kept his word and didn’t initiate any conversation. You were glad. Not because you didn’t want to hear from him but because if you had decided to try this new path, him being in the back of your mind every single moment of your day wasn’t the ideal solution. You missed him. Of course you did. It was weird waking up to Jannik rather than Carlos. Although you loved your brother, you missed your boyfriend.
“Rune is a tough guy but I think Jack has good chances of winning,” Jannik said before the match began. You nodded in agreement and sat back, ready to watch the show.
6-2, 6-2.
Court 1 exploded with a loud roaring applause from the audience. Jack let go of his racket and raised his fists to the sky and smiled. He had done it. He had won it.
You raised to your feet clapping your hands so quickly and loudly they started to itch and hurt but you didn’t care. To think he wanted to pull out of the tournament just a few days ago and now he was standing there as its new champion. The ceremony went by in a heartbeat. Holger congratulated him on his win and then Jack went ahead to thank his team and family for the support. You could see the joy in his eyes, the excitement, the pride. You could see how much it meant to him.
The rest of the afternoon unfolded chaotically. You didn’t get to see Jack until he was released from the journalists and the photographers. He dragged his trophy around as if it was his newborn and he could not stop smiling every time he glanced at it.
By the time he was free, it was around dinner time. You only got to congratulate him quickly before you all went to change into something more fancy. Jack had insisted you and Jannik came to the party. It was his way of showing he appreciated your support.
“Looking good, Draper,” Jannik teased him once you all met out in the hall. He was wearing a white button up and black jeans. You didn’t reminisce ever seeing him put on anything different from a Nike sweater and its sweats. His hair had grown a little from when he had arrived here in California and so had his beard. It wasn’t too long, just a stubble.
Yes, he did look good.
“Y/N,” Jack acknowledged your presence. You smiled and stepped closer. He didn’t even try to hide the obvious staring when he took in what you were wearing: a black skirt with a red blouse and some heels. Nothing extravagant but definitely different from what he had usually seen you wearing.
“Easy there. She’s still my sister,” Jannik slapped the back of his head and urged him to go outside where the rest of the team was waiting. You felt a sudden rush of blood to your cheeks. You walked behind them trying to look normal.
“Here’s the champion!” His coach cheered and you could see Jack smile embarrassed. The ride to the restaurant was one of the most awkward ones. You were in a uber with a bunch of people you did not know. Jack introduced you both to his family but you still felt like a stranger. When you arrived to the place you found a group of guys right outside the entrance.
“Jack Draper, the man, the champion!”
“No way!” It turned out the group of random men was just Jack’s friends from home. Great. You watched as he hugged all of them. They seemed like normal guys but you still did not love to be surrounded by an all men group.
You stuck by Jannik’s side until you were seated and found out you were right across from him and between two of Jack’s friends. You were beginning to question your decision to come here. Maybe what you and Jack wanted was just a little bubble that was meant to burst.
“Hello, my name is—“
“Get up,” before one of his friends could finish his introduction, you heard Jack speak up. He tapped on the man’s shoulder and motioned for him to move.
“For once you have a cute friend and I can’t even shoot my shot,” you heard the friend complain under his breath as he stood up. Jack chuckled and took his seat next to you.
“Sorry. They mixed the seating up,” Jack explained. You frowned and questioned the sincerity of his words but you were glad to have a familiar face next to you. You knew Jack was going to have a busy night with all the guests but at least he was there with you.
“It’s alright. Your friend seemed… friendly,” you tried to be polite and Jack noticed.
“Yeah, I know he’s… He likes to hit on pretty girls. I’m sorry,” he apologized blushing silently.
“You think I’m pretty?” You teased him. Thankfully Jannik wasn’t paying much attention to you because he would have definitely side eyed the two of you. Jack chuckled embarrassed scratched the back of his head.
“I thought I had made it very clear,” he stated glancing at you. His eyes looked even clearer than usual. They were hazel. Just like Carlos’. Oh for fucksake… Soon enough his attention was stolen by one of his friends who stood up to do a toast.
What was that silly and inappropriate thought you had just had? Thinking of Carlos and comparing them. Embarrassing.
You let one of the waiters pour you a generous glass of wine. If you had to get through this night, you had to do it at least tipsy. The first courses came after a few minutes. Jack stood up a few times to go around and talk to guests. Jannik was engrossed in a conversation with Jack’s cousin— at least you thought, you couldn’t quite remember what kind of relativity there was. Seeing your brother in action right in front of you was definitely something you hadn’t expected.
“Is this your girl, Jack? Oh she’s pretty!” You almost choked on your wine as you turned your head around. A woman in her fifties was approaching you with Jack. You could see Jack’s already flushed cheeks turn even redder.
“No, auntie, she’s a friend,” Jack immediately explained. His aunt nodded but the knowing smirk didn’t leave her lips. Nonetheless you introduced yourself to be polite.
“Y/N, beautiful name. Well, I’ll leave you guys be,” she winked at you and headed back to her seat. Jack sunk in his seat and grabbed his glass of wine. You could tell he was tense and embarrassed.
“You’re way too tense for a champ,” you tried to ease the tension. He grinned and chugged down his glass of wine.
“What about you? Are you enjoying the evening so far? I hope Carlos didn’t mind that you came here,” it downed on you in that exact moment that he had no idea what had happened.
“Well, Carlos and I aren’t together anymore,” you dropped the bomb. Jack took a moment to fully understand your words but when he did the look on his face was indescribable.
“What?”
“Yeah,”
“Sorry, sorry… I just— I didn’t expect it. How are you?” He asked immediately after. You debated whether or not you should have told him what really went down. What would have been his reaction?
“I’m okay. He didn’t really appreciate our friendship… I broke things off because I…” you stopped yourself mid sentence because you weren’t sure how to phrase it. Because I can’t stop thinking about fucking you? Would it be too crude? Definitely but alcohol was slowly getting to your head. An embarrassed giggle left your lips and Jack furrowed his brows.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” He asked confused.
“No, you are fine,” you replied and crossed your legs. Doing so the hem of your dress rode up your thigh and exposed more skin. The little move didn’t go unnoticed by Jack who readily and delicately pulled it back down.
“Sorry, I just—“ he apologized when he realized how inappropriate it was to touch you without your permission but you rested your hand on top of his before he could take it off. The Brit looked at you attempting to decipher your move.
“You can touch me, you know?” You teased him. He shook his head and bit his bottom lip trying to hide a smile.
“I wouldn’t want to take advantage of your situation,” he replied. For a moment you both forgot where you were and just how many people were around you and the fact that they could see you.
“I want you to take advantage of me,”
Bomb dropped.
You could see Jack’s Adam apple bob up and down as he registered your bold words. Wow. Did you really just say that?
You stared at each other for a few seconds. Your eyes spoke louder than your mouths could ever. There was so much left unsaid and not enough time to say it all. Jack’s hand was still on your thigh but this time you took yours off it to test him. He didn’t budge. He kept it there, his fingers squeezed it gently and you could already feel yourself grow aroused.
“What’s wrong with you two? You looked like you have just seen a ghost,” Jannik knew how to ruin the mood. You cleared your throat and turned to face him although Jack didn’t take his hand off from your thigh and when you tried to cross your legs under the table to sit straight he pushed them open again. Oh.
“Nothing. I see you got to know my cousin Jenna well,” the Brit distracted your brother from the fact that you were eye fucking each other. You sipped on your water while you listened to the two of them talk about his cousin. But your attention was actually on something else: his hand. His fingers caressed your inner thigh and you knew you were playing a dangerous game. But you hadn’t felt this alive in a while so you were down to play along.
“You think I can be her type?” Jannik asked Jack. You almost laughed at him but pulled it together because you didn’t want to be rude. You watched as Jack answered your brother while you grabbed his hand from beneath the table and inched it closer to where you wanted him, to where you had wanted him to be for a while now. Jack coughed and shot you a glance. He didn’t expect that. You smiled at him feigning innocence.
“I think Jannik can totally be her type, no Jack?” You teased him. He was a bit lost and taken aback by your action. He didn’t know what he was in for and it was endearing to see him struggle so visibly.
“Totally,” he replied gulping.
“Shh she’s coming back,” Jannik’s attention was once again on someone else. You were playing with fire but you liked the burn anyway. Once your brother started speaking to Jenna again, the British turned around but before he could even say anything you stood up.
“Gotta go to the restroom, excuse me,” you walked away. To say Jack was baffled was an understatement. He was confused, horny and surrounded by his family and friends. He watched as you disappeared around the corner then he waited a few seconds and followed you. Were you giving him a sign? Or was he thinking with his dick? He didn’t care.
You were staring into the mirror when the door opened. You smiled once you recognized him. You had him wrapped around your finger and it felt good. Jack stood behind you, waiting for your next move.
“The stalls are empty if you have to go,” you turned around and started to walk away but stopped in your tracks when you stood in front of him. He looked down at you with lustful eyes.
“I think you dropped these,” you grinned as you stuffed your panties in his front pocket and proceeded to walk away when suddenly you were stopped in your tracks by his hand around your wrist. Bingo.
“You think you can tease me like that out there, give me these and letting me know you’re not wearing anything under this dress and expect me to be fine? Y/N, I have tried to be a gentleman but you test every fucking limit of mine,” he muttered. You didn’t turn around but you could feel by the warmth radiating off his body that he was close. He was behind you.
“I never asked you to be a gentleman,” you replied sassily. It was his last straw. Jack spun you around and erased the distance between you and the door to lock it.
“I wanted to wait. I wanted it to be special but you are asking for it,” the raspiness in his voice had you losing your mind. You exchanged a quick look before his lips finally smashed against yours. The kiss represented your relationship: forbidden, needy, illicit and crude. Jack chased your lips like a starving man. His hand on your neck, gently tilting your head back and the other one on your hip. While you held onto his shoulders and threaded your fingers through his locks. You tugged at his hair instinctively, earning a low growl from him that vibrated against your lips. His mouth moved over yours with a desperate rhythm—impatient, rough, but full of something heavier than lust. Like he’d been thinking about this moment far longer than he’d ever admit.
Your back met the cold surface of the wall behind you, the chill barely registering against the heat between your bodies. Jack pressed in closer, his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. One of his hands tightened the grip around your neck, fingertips brushing over your skin in a way that made you gasp softly into his mouth.
“You drive me insane,” he murmured, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes, his breath hot against your lips. “Do you even know what you do to me?”
His thumb caressed your jaw as he spoke, the other hand tightening its grip on your waist. You didn’t have to answer—your kiss, your touch, the tremble in your voice when you whispered his name—it said enough. Too much, maybe.
“I can feel it,” you teased nodding towards the bulge in his pants. He chuckled lowly but this time he didn’t blush embarrassed.
“And what are you going to do about it?” He flirted back. You simply tilted your head to the side and grinned at him before switching positions so that he was the one against the door. Then you fell to your knees. You could see it in his eyes he hadn’t seen this coming. Your fingers quickly unbuckled his belt— maybe even too rapidly, too eagerly. He watched your every move attentively.
When you pulled down his pants, you were instantly met with the bulge in his white boxers. You looked up at him, batted your eyelashes as your lips ghosted over him. Jack gulped and clenched his jaw.
“Don’t tease me, Y/N,” he asked— no, begged you. And who were you to deny the champion a proper celebration? Your fingers slowly rolled down his boxers as well. He was hard, big and leaking. Just the perfect dessert after two full courses. Jack bit his bottom lip and cursed under his breath when you wrapped your hand around him.
“Fuck,” he grunted when you traced the big pulsing vein on the side of his cock with your tongue. If he was dreaming, he didn’t want to be woken up. You were there, on your knees, ready to suck him off as if it was all you ever wanted to. And he had to refrain himself from coming undone in seconds.
“Shit,” he cursed again when your lips wrapped around his tip. You were teasing but he couldn’t bring himself to call you out. It felt good. Too good. You sucked on the tip, watching as his legs trembled and he tilted his head back against the door. You smiled to yourself and took more of him in your mouth. He cursed every other seconds, a few praises rolling off his tongue.
“Oh good fuck,” he groaned when his tip reached the back of your throat. From there on you started to bob your head, sometimes gagging when it was too much but never stopping. His hand soon found its spot on your head, guiding you but never pushing you down.
“Y/N… Fuck, slow down or I’m gonna— fuck,” he could barely look at you without feeling like he was going to cum right there. You looked gorgeous with his cock stuffed in your mouth. A vision he wanted to burn into his eyelids.
“Fuck, fuck,” he kept cursing while you jerked what couldn’t fit in your mouth. He was close. You could tell by how his cock twitched in your mouth. So you slowed down. You wanted to savor this. He sighed and watched as you continued to jerk him off.
“Going to cum, Jack? Tell me, how bad do you want to cum?” You were being mean and he loved it. He nodded, his brows furrowed as he begged you with his eyes.
“Please,”
“Please what?” You needed words.
“Please let me cum,” he begged breathlessly. He could feel he was teetering over the edge and he couldn’t take much more of this teasing. You bit your lip and left a quick kiss to his tip before taking him back into your warm mouth. He didn’t last long indeed.
All you needed was to hollow your cheeks, sink your nails in his naked thighs and gagged a little and he was coming undone down your throat. You tried to swallow it all but it was a lot so it ended up dribbling down your lips and chin.
“Fucking hell,” Jack was spent. He was ready to die for his sins. You had just sucked the life out of him and he could die happily. You stood up and pulled his boxers back on. A silly giggle left your lips when he sighed and shook his head in disbelief.
“I think I just died,” he stated with a chuckle. You grabbed his chin and tilted his head forward so that he would look at you in the eye. He was spent yet so ready to comply with whatever you needed him to do.
Your thumb brushed gently across his bottom lip. “You’re still here,” you whispered, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Barely.”
His gaze softened, half-lidded but locked on yours. “If this is the afterlife, I’m not complaining.”
You chuckled, leaning in just enough for your breath to ghost over his skin. “Don’t go getting dramatic on me now.”
“I’m at your mercy,” he murmured, letting his hands rest on your hips as if grounding himself.
“Good,” you said, tilting your head. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
His breath hitched, anticipation flickering behind his tired eyes. You could feel the tension coil again—soft, electric. You weren’t done with him just yet.
#x reader#imagines#imagine#love#requests#smut#jack draper smut#jack draper x reader#jack draper imagine#jack draper imagines
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Scarlet Sands

Pairing: Reader x Bucky (artist AU)
Summary: Newly arrived at an artist's retreat, you have mixed feelings about your next-door neighbour.
Word count: 6.9k
A/N: This was entirely inspired by this photo of Sebastian Stan, so thanks to the photographer, Norman Jean Roy. Also everyone in this is queer. Happy Pride month!
Warnings: Mentions of an emotionally abusive ex, drinking. A few MCU cameos, but no spoilers
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You close your eyes against the bright sun and take a deep breath of the dry desert air. This retreat is exactly what you need - getting out of the city, into a new environment. Leaving everything behind and focusing on yourself, and your art.
After getting your key to the small studio and apartment that will be your home for the next few weeks, you unpack, leaving all your art and photography supplies in the private space, along with your much less extensive personal items, before heading outside to take in the rest of the retreat. You’ve barely left your doorway when you hear a friendly voice calling your name across the dusty ground.
“Looks like you’re settling in already,” The woman beams, her pale red hair fluttering in the warm breeze as she extends a hand in greeting. “Welcome to Scarlet Sands! I’m Wanda.”
“Oh, hi!” You shake the hand of the woman you now recognise as the owner of the retreat. “It’s great to properly meet you.”
“Same to you. Beautiful isn’t it?”
“Incredible,” you agree, looking around at the vast sienna vista extending towards the horizon, distant outcroppings of rock peppering the view.
“I hope it’ll be very inspiring for you.” Wanda says. “Most of our residents are repeat visitors, there’s nothing like the open space to get your creativity flowing. Personally, I think there’s something magical about this place.”
“I’d believe it,” you chuckle. A few minutes here and you’re already feeling refreshed. “Are there a lot of other people staying at the moment?”
“Not too many - you’ll meet most of them at dinner; we try to encourage everyone to get together for that in the evenings, exchange ideas, get to know each other. But we also have a tradition here that the most recent person to check in shows the next new arrival around, so Bucky should be along any minute now to look after you. Any questions in the meantime?”
“No, the welcome pack explained everything perfectly.” You tell her. “Thanks Wanda.”
“No problem, we’re glad to have you here! I’ll see you in the main house at dinner.”
Grabbing your paints and a sketchpad from your room, you settle into one of the chairs on your small private porch, take another deep breath and stare out at the unobstructed view of the endless wilderness, and start mixing colours. You’re so lost in capturing the feel of the environment - so different to anywhere you’ve worked in before - that it’s only when the darker blues of night start bleeding into the sky that you realise this Bucky person never showed up. Frowning, you pack up your equipment and head to the communal building, lights flickering on around you as you make your way to dinner.
The dining area is half-open to the air, facing a patio space and steps down to a sunken firepit, all with stunning views of the surrounding landscape. There are already a few people moving around the room, which is dominated by a long wooden table running the length of it, backed by a small breakfast bar and kitchenette.
You enter hesitantly, then hoping to make yourself useful, aim for the swing doors at the back of the room where others are already helping to bring food out from what must be a full-size kitchen off the dining space. You narrowly avoid slamming into a man who emerges backwards, carrying an enormous steaming pot of something that smells delicious.
“Woah, careful there,” he says with a grin, his dark eyes warm.
“I’m so sorry,” you apologise, “I thought I could help.”
“You can,” he says, setting the pot down on the island, “I think the Coven has the silverware handled but there’s still other stuff to bring out.”
You introduce yourself as you follow him back through the doors to the kitchen.
“Oh yeah, the newbie,” he grins again, his energy infectious, “I’m Joaquin. Great to meet you.” He effortlessly lifts another enormous pot of rice, and you grab two smaller bowls of sour cream sitting ready to go out.
“The coven?” You question, wondering if you misheard his earlier comment.
“Over there,” he nods to two dark haired women haphazardly setting cutlery out along the table, “Agatha and Rio, they’re part of a collective out east, the Coven. They’ll probably try and recruit if you give them the chance. I’m pretty sure half the reason they keep coming back here is so they can convince Wanda to join them.”
As if summoned by her name, your host appears at your side. “Sit down, sit down! You just arrived, you should be taking it easy. Do you have a drink?”
“It’s no worry,” you assure her, “and just water’s fine.”
“You know the drinks and food are all included,” Joaquin leans in to tell you with a wink, “You should take full advantage of that.”
“And you can’t have chilli without a good red,” a British voice chips in, and you turn to see a tall blond man setting two bottles on the table before joining you, giving Wanda a kiss on the cheek as he does.
“This is Vision, my husband.” She introduces you, “And he’s right about the wine.”
Smiling at their warmth and easy affection, you agree to their suggestion. “Where do I get a glass?” You ask, looking around the room.
“This way,” Wanda shakes her head as she leads you to a cabinet at the back, “Bucky should have told you all this when he showed you around.”
“He, uh, didn’t actually turn up.”
“What?”
“Yeah, maybe he forgot, or didn’t know what room I was, or something.”
“You’re right next door to him, and I reminded him this morning.” Wanda frowns, but she’s interrupted by a loud bong before she can say more.
“Dinner is served!” Vision announces, before turning to Joaquin, who’s stood next to a shaking gong with a smile stretching from ear to ear, and pulling the beater from his hand. “Maybe a little less enthusiastically next time, eh?”
Wanda grabs a handful of wine glasses and nods you into the bustling line forming at the counter. Minutes later everyone’s seated, the smoky smell of the food dancing through the air, and a generous glass of wine in front of you.
“So what kind of art do you do?” You ask Joaquin, who’s seated opposite.
“Photography,” he tells you between bites, “I specialise in fast-moving things in motion, especially in the air. I’ve been focusing on nature photography lately, mainly birds of prey. Here, I’m looking for hawks, eagles, kestrels and my favourite, falcons.”
“Wow, that’s impressive. It must take a lot of skill to get those kind of photos.”
Joaquin shrugs off your compliment, “And a lot of great tech. You should see how huge my lens is.”
“Ugh, boys,” Agatha chips in with an eye-roll and a playful smile as she nudges your arm, “Always talking about the size of their lenses.”
You laugh as Joaquin goodnaturedly shakes his head and turns back to his food.
“So what do you do?” You ask her, taking the chance to get to know more of the other residents. “Joaquin says you’re part of a collective?”
“The Coven, yes. It’s a great bunch of powerful artists, all with different specialties, you’d love it. I’m a mixed media sculpturist, working with found objects. At least that’s the quick way to describe it.” She nods to the woman opposite her. “Rio here’s part of the gang too, but she’s more focused on destroying things.”
“Destruction is creation, darling.” Rio deadpans, wine glass in hand. “And that’s only a part of what I do, which is experimental performance art.”
“What do you do?” Joaquin asks, setting his cutlery down.
“Painting, mostly,” you tell him, looking down at your plate as you push a few grains of rice around, “Usually photorealistic landscapes, but I’m, uh, a bit out of practice lately.”
You quickly shovel food into your mouth. It’s been a long time since you talked with other artists about your work - you wanted to be in this environment, but you suddenly feel a nervous flash of imposter syndrome. What you do is so much more basic than them.
“Now that takes skill,” Joaquin tells you earnestly, “I couldn’t do anything like that.”
You smile at his generous comment before returning your attention to your meal.
The rest of the evening passes in the warm glow of good food and good company. You meet most of the other residents, even if briefly, and once everything’s been cleared away and a few early birds have disappeared off to their rooms, Wanda encourages the rest of you to take your drinks out to the fire pit - which she seems to light with not much more than a flick of her hand.
As Joaquin heads off to bed, needing to be up before dawn to catch sight of his birds, you hear him call out teasingly to a man approaching the building. “You missed the food, old man!”
Turning at his words, your heart almost stops as you see what is definitely not an old man. A tall, broad frame, a short beard emphasising a sharp jaw, thick dark hair, and eyes that gleam like ice even in the heat of the flickering firelight. An intricate tattoo runs the length of his left arm, all the way from his hand to where it disappears beneath the sleeve that strains tight over his bicep. This man has the kind of rare good looks that make you wish you did portraits, just for an excuse to stare at him longer.
“Bucky!” Wanda calls out, pouring cold water on your attraction before it has time to spark into flame. This is the guy who stood you up earlier? “There’s leftovers in the kitchen if you want to grab something. Although maybe I should be denying you since you skipped your neighbourly duty this afternoon.”
She nods in your direction and Bucky’s intense gaze falls to you. Returning it as neutrally as you can, you sip nonchalantly from your glass while he drinks you in.
“She was busy,” He answers coolly. How is even his voice devastating?
“Was she?” Wanda questions, turning to you.
“I was busy waiting for my tour guide,” you answer.
Bucky just shrugs, “She was so focused on her painting she didn’t hear me come out of my room. I figured she was in the zone. Didn’t want to interrupt.”
Before either you or Wanda can reply, he disappears to get his leftovers from the kitchen.
“Then you can show her around tomorrow!” Wanda calls after him.
The conversation around the firepit resumes, but Bucky stays indoors alone to eat his food at the table. Feeling your long day of travel and chatter finally catch up with you, you decide to call it a night rather than see if he deigns to join the group after eating.
—
The next day, after a fresh breakfast and a few cups of coffee in the dining room, you’re itching to get outside and explore. Step one for you is finding a view you want to work on, and after pouring over maps of the nearby trails with Wanda, who left Vision to handle the breakfast cooking, you’ve found a promising start.
“If you set off now, you can be back before it gets too hot.” She tells you, glancing at the clock. “Remember to take lots of water, some food and mark on the sign out book where you’re going and when you’ll be back.”
“Got it,” you tell her, excited to get started.
Rushing back to your studio, you see Bucky emerge from the room next to yours.
“Morning,” he greets you, squinting in the low sun.
“Morning,” you answer brusquely, hurrying inside to pick up your camera and hiking bag. Bucky, clearly taking the door you left open as an invitation to follow you, rather than a sign that you’re turning right back around to head out again, strolls over.
“I think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday,” he begins, leaning casually against your door frame, blocking most of the way.
“Don’t worry about it. Do you mind?” You push past him with barely a glance, not interested in him derailing your day again, but unable to ignore the heady scent of him as you brush by - must be some kind of fancy cologne. What kind of guy wears cologne out here?
Without waiting, or seeing his confused and slightly hurt expression, you dash off to sign out at the front office.
—
The hike went well. The space and solitude gave you time to clear your mind and really focus in a way your grey life in the city never does any more. You can’t help agreeing with Wanda - it feels like there’s something not just inspirational but magical about the area; towering rock formations, hot air shimmering above the burnt hues of the ground, studded with spiny sprays of plants, all crowned by the endless deep azure sky. You can feel the creative energy unfurling inside you.
There was a particular rock formation that had caught your eye, but you felt like you could get a better angle on it from another trail - something to try once the heat of the day has died off, and you’ve refueled at the retreat with a lunch of more than the collection of nuts and protein bars in your bag.
Dusty and hot but content, you sign back in at the main lodge and make your way to your room - where once again catch sight of Bucky, still outside on the deck that abuts both your studios.
Clad in a khaki shirt, white pants rolled up above partially unlaced leather biker boots, Bucky reclines on the shaded part of the deck, one booted foot up on the table, the other propped on the pillar that’s all there is to mark your space separate from his. He’s leaning so far back he’s half falling out of his chair, head tilted back, eyes half-closed in a gentle frown of concentration. There’s an open sketchbook on his lap and the deft fingers of his raised right hand toy with a pencil as he thinks.
You take the moment before he notices you to really look at him. He truly is unfairly attractive; everything from the clean line of his jaw, to his tattooed arm just catching the sun, to the curve of his ass half-sliding out of the seat, seems like it was built to be admired. Even the soft thickness of his thick hair as it falls back from his face makes you want to run your hands through it, and something about the way his long fingers play with that pencil adds an extra heat to your sun-baked blood.
You wonder vaguely if he started out as a model before becoming an artist - he seems so different to everyone else here. But you didn’t come to this retreat to gawk over guys, and his background is irrelevant to you. Shaking yourself from your reverie, you make a beeline to the door of your room. As if woken from his thoughts, Bucky notices you with a start, quickly pulling his feet down, so like a guilty child that you almost laugh - and when the sudden action makes him drop out of the chair into an awkward squat, you can’t help snorting at him.
“Busy morning?” You tease with a broad grin.
He frowns. “In a way.”
“Good.” You unlock your door, determined to maintain the good mood from your hike. “Me too.”
You leave the door open again, planning to drop off your bag, wash up and go for lunch. Ignoring the lesson of this morning, Bucky approaches, clearing his throat to get your attention. “So, you want that tour now?”
You glance up at him silhouetted in the doorway before heading to the bathroom in the back. “Not now. I’m going for lunch and then I’m headed out again.”
“Unless you’re a very slow eater, it’ll be too hot to go out right after,” Bucky crosses his arms, confidently leaning against the door again like he owns the place. “How about I show you around and then you can eat?”
Emerging from the bathroom, you check the time and glance at the sun before nodding in agreement. “Alright.”
Bucky’s tour of the retreat is pretty quick, partly because you’ve seen most of it by now. You end in the dining room, where he explains - as you already know - that there’s no catered lunch provided, so he points out where they keep the food that’s available to use, and what’s reserved by Wanda and Vision for breakfast and dinner.
You thank him as you start assembling a sandwich. Bucky makes no move to get food for himself, just leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you intently.
You frown at him, which just makes him smile back, his eyes crinkling.
“Are you judging my sandwich making or something?” You ask. “You better not be expecting I’ll make one for you.”
“Of course not.” He says, still just staring.
“So what’s with,” you gesture at him exasperatedly with the knife you’re holding, “all this?”
“All what?”
“You’re just - looking at me.”
“I am.” He confirms with a lazy smile.
You make a noise of frustration and he laughs.
“I’m a portrait artist. You have an interesting face.”
“Interesting, wow, thanks.” Your self-esteem is still recovering from the way you were treated by your ex, and Bucky’s casual comment stings.
“It’s not a criticism.” He insists.
“Okay,” you’re still being sarcastic, not convinced.
Bucky frowns. “I mean it. I mean interesting like I like looking at you, there are all these little details-”
“Digging a hole, Bucky.”
“-that make you really attractive.” He finishes despite your interruption.
You frown at him suspiciously. He smiles back.
“Okay.” You say again, not knowing what to think of that. “Well, I’d rather not have an audience while I eat, so if you’re not having anything, I’ll see you at dinner?”
“Maybe,” he says, standing up straight. “I usually work straight through if I’m inspired.”
He leaves you alone, and as you eat, you shake off the confusion of what he said and focus again on the plans for your piece.
—
The second trail has the perfect angle you’ve been looking for, and you have time to take plenty of reference photos before the light starts fading and it’s time to head back, buzzing with inspiration. Dinner is again delicious, friendly and encouraging - and with no sign of Bucky - but you head to bed early, hoping to get an early start on the trail the next day.
Walking to your room through the dusky light, you glimpse into Bucky’s studio as you pass his uncovered French windows just as he looks up, giving you an easy smile as your eyes meet. Embarrassed to be caught nosing, you quickly look away, and scurry past to your door.
The next few days pass in a haze of creation, and the canvas in your studio fills with colour, the vivid umber of the ground and fresh blue of the sky coming to life beneath your brush.
When you’re not on the trail, you work outside on the deck as much as you can, the land in front of you inspiring your work. More often than not Bucky’s outside as well, lounging in his preferred chair, the soft scratch of his pencil the only sound passing between you.
But as good as it feels to be creating again, and as proud as you are of your piece, you can’t help but feel like it’s missing something, worrying that it could be better. It’s not grabbing and pulling at you like your best pieces have; that spark when you’re on to something truly incredible just isn’t there. Trying to sleep after talking to the other residents about it over dinner, you’re stuck tossing and turning in bed, your mind going over and over possible solutions.
With a sigh, you roll out of bed. Hoping to calm your mind before you lose an entire night of sleep, you shuffle out onto the deck for some fresh air. The desert night is peaceful, a soft glow illuminating the retreat. Closing your eyes, you tip your head back as you take a deep breath, opening your eyes on the exhale only to gasp at what you see; the sky is a masterpiece, more full of stars than you’ve ever seen it, vast bright clusters that crowd out the dark between them. Your eyes trace the arc of the milky way across the sky, a sense of wonder swelling in your chest and tingling in your fingertips.
You’ve noticed the number of stars out here before, but something about it tonight is something else.
“Wow,” you whisper as you breathe out, staring up with misty-eyes.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
You start at Bucky’s quiet voice and turn to see him sat on his chair as ever, the only difference to the day the absence of his sketchpad and that he’s facing out, feet on the deck, instead of his usual relaxed sprawl towards you.
“It’s amazing.” You beam at him, and he smiles back before you both return your gazes to the stars. “And I think I just had a breakthrough with my piece.”
“Oh?”
“I was feeling stuck, but,” you move closer to Bucky, so filled with enthusiasm you want to share the inspiration that’s struck you, “now I’m thinking - what if the sky in my piece is the night sky? The ground as it is in the day, but the sky like this? It’d be a bit different to what I’ve done before, not straightforward realism, but - maybe it could work. Like, the sky as endless, majestical creative spirit or the unknown future, but grounded with the warmth and security of the red rocks, of a home base. Almost a yin and yang. Balance.”
You turn to see Bucky’s eyes on you, bright with the ambient light of the thousands of stars. “That sounds like here,” he tells you softly.
“Yes, exactly! Like a less realistic painting is the more accurate way to really represent it.” Your eyes widen in realisation. “Oh god - I’m an expressionist.”
Bucky chuckles. “There are worse things to be. And it sounds perfect. Beautiful.” He’s still watching you.
You laugh quietly. “I wasn’t expecting to solve that so quickly.”
“That’s what happens here,” he tells you, pushing out the chair next to him in invitation. “Wanda will be happy to know about it.”
“I’ll tell her tomorrow,” you say, sinking into it. After a moment longer admiring the stars, you turn to him. “Are you out here for inspiration?”
His eye twitches as a flicker of something crosses his face. “No. I - I get nightmares sometimes. I come out here to sort of reset, before trying to sleep again.”
“I’m sorry. That sounds horrible.”
“It’s not great,” he smiles wryly. “I haven’t been waking you up or anything, have I?”
“No,” you shake your head, “not at all.”
“Good. I told Wanda it’s better not to have anyone next to my room, but she has her own plans.”
“Do you want to talk about it? The nightmare?”
“Not really. But thanks.” He smiles at you, open and natural.
“Does anything help with them?” You ask gently.
“This helps.” He answers.
“The sky? Or the talking?”
“The sky. You.”
You stare at each other for a long moment, until you shiver, the chill of the night getting to you.
“You should go back to sleep,” Bucky suggests, “It sounds like you’ve got a lot to do tomorrow.”
You agree, standing up with a stretch, not noticing how his eyes dance over you before returning to the sky.
“Are you turning in too?” You ask, pausing with a hand on your door.
“Soon,” he assures you softly.
Bidding him a good night, you fall back into bed, full of a clear, contented energy.
You mean to sleep in a little the next day, but you’re fully awake and full of ideas first thing, so you excitedly head out to breakfast, telling Wanda about your plans. She’s enthused about your idea, but a little more hesitant about your plan to get the reference photos.
“I know you’ve been to the trail a lot, but hiking at night can be dangerous.”
“I’ve hiked at night before,” you tell her.
She raises a skeptical eyebrow. “In the desert? Without a guide?”
“Okay, no,” you admit, “but I’ve been on that trail nearly every day, I could walk it blindfolded!”
Wanda sighs, sensing your determination. “Fine,” her eyes drift over your shoulder, and she fails to hide a small smile, “but take someone with you.”
“Who’s going to want to-”
“I’ll go.” You turn at the sound of Bucky’s voice. This is the first time you’ve seen him at breakfast, but he strolls casually to the counter to pour himself a coffee.
“I really don’t think I need a babysitter,” you protest.
“He’s not a babysitter, he’s a partner.” Wanda insists.
Bucky simply smirks at you over his cup.
“Fine.” You relent. “If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
—
After spending the day making preparations and brushing up on your night-time photography skills, you’ve loaded your car with all your equipment, the resort’s loan-out camping gear, some food, water and a first-aid kit. Bucky had chucked his own pack in after it, and you drove the two of you out to the trail, parking up just as the sun grazed the horizon.
Weighed down with the extra kit, it was slower going than normal but you reach the spot you’ve been working from just as the luminous sunset burns an even deeper russet into the rocks around you. Dropping your packs to the ground you immediately pull out your camera.
You almost forget about Bucky behind you, putting his own stuff down more carefully, and it’s only when you turn to him, smiling broadly at the beauty around you that you realise he’s quietly taking a few photos of his own.
“Was I in that?” You ask, glancing at the lens aimed towards you.
He smiles back, “I do portraits, remember?”
You shake your head, unstrapping your tripod and positioning it carefully, “I don’t understand how you can focus on a person when there’s all this around you.”
“Just different forms of beauty,” he shrugs, “and it’s not like it’s a close up. It’s you in this landscape, the light of the sun on you - all of this. It’s incredible. And much more interesting than some rocks.”
“I do landscapes, remember?” You echo him. “Agree to disagree, I guess.”
“I guess.” You can hear the smile in his voice.
Bucky unpacks the camping gear and his sketchpad and pencils while you kneel on the ground, focused on your set up, and you’re so absorbed in your task you don’t notice him hovering at your elbow until he speaks.
“So what’s the plan here?”
You turn, surprised to find you’re almost nose to nose when you do.
“You don’t have to watch me so closely, you know. You can do your own thing.”
“I don’t know.” He pretends to think. “I’m here to keep you safe, I think that means watching you pretty closely.”
“Hmm.” Unconvinced, you turn back to check the angle of your camera when you feel a prod on your bare ankle. “Hey!”
“See?” He tells you, “What if that was a scorpion?”
“A scorpion probably wouldn’t be poking me with a pencil.” You grumble, sensing his grin even without looking and sighing in surrender. “I’m going to take a few photos of the sky once it gets properly dark, but I want to set up a time-lapse too, to get the star trails.”
He nods. “You’ve done this before? Night time photography, long-exposure?”
“Yeah, I took a couple of courses when I was younger.” You step back, satisfied and look up at the navy sky. “I guess now we wait.”
After setting up the tent and eating a quick dinner you settle down on the most comfortable-looking rock you can find. With the sun gone, the temperature drops rapidly - you don’t want to light a fire, so the two of you are draped in blankets, sitting closer together than you would do otherwise.
With no lamps, torches or phones for fear of interfering with the light balance in the time lapse you’ve set up, the two of you have nothing to do but talk.
“Have you seen any of the other residents’ work?” You ask.
“Some,” Bucky answers. “They’re very different from each other, but I’ve not seen anything bad yet. Mostly what you’d expect from each of them, given their personalities.”
You don’t mention that Bucky keeps to himself so much you’re surprised he knows what they’re like.
“Wong’s the one I’m surprised by.” You tell him, referring to the friendly mononymous artist Wanda had introduced you to. “I mean, he used to be a monk in some mysterious Tibetan sect, and now he does typographic portraits of pop stars?”
“Have you ever seen them?” Bucky’s eyes are wide as you shake your head. “They’re crazy. Joaquin thinks they’re enchanted. They’re so lifelike, and the text is so small you can’t even see it without a magnifying glass. But somehow you know it’s all song lyrics.” He grimaces. “I had Single Ladies stuck in my head for weeks after seeing his Beyonce portrait.”
You burst out laughing at the thought.
“You clearly know a lot about technique,” Bucky tells you, “I’m guessing you went to art school?”
“Yeah, I got one of those Stark scholarships,” you pause, lost in memories, “Seems like a long time ago now.”
“Would I have seen any of your stuff? In galleries?”
You wrinkle your nose. “Years ago, maybe. I had a few things straight out of school. Then I-” you hesitate, but Bucky’s steady presence and the intimate darkness around you encourages you to open up. “I met my ex. It’s a long story, but I didn’t paint, didn’t draw, barely even took photos while we were together.”
“They stopped you?” There’s restrained anger in Bucky’s voice.
“Not stopped, just-” you bite your lip, looking up at the first stars winking to life above you, “-discouraged. There were a lot of money problems - any time I spent on art was time I could have spent making money, you know?”
You risk a look at Bucky, the concern clear in his bright eyes even under the moonless night. “It was never abusive or anything,” you rush to clarify, “Maybe if it had been I would have left earlier. I just - it felt like I was walking on eggshells a lot.”
“When did you leave?”
“Barely a year ago.” You sigh. “I was worried it would be shallow or something, leaving because of money - even if it was more the problems caused by the money problems. And everyone who knew us thought we were the perfect couple.”
“What changed?” Bucky’s gentle voice and the soft rustling of the desert soothe you enough to keep opening up.
“There were a few more slips - comments people could overhear, bad moods that took a toll on me. And I was starting to get really sick of it. Then my best friends’ wedding anniversary was coming up and I wanted to get them a gift. They’d got married in this beautiful vineyard in the mountains, so I decided to paint that for them. My ex allowed it because I said it would save us money, not having to buy a gift. And working on that - it all came back. All the joy I got from it. I was happy and calm, and felt like myself again for the first time in ages. And I loved making it - I put all these little easter eggs of their love story hidden around the landscape. By the time I’d finished the painting I knew I had to leave.”
Bucky’s shoulder brushes yours. “That must have taken a lot of courage.”
“Kind of. We’d been together a really long time. But my friends made it easier.”
“They really care about you.”
“Yeah. I’m lucky.”
“No. You deserve them.”
You turn to fully face Bucky, meeting his eyes. The light from the stars above paints the contours of his face, and he sits quietly as you admire him, before catching yourself.
“Sorry for dumping that all on you,” you laugh, embarrassed.
“Don’t apologise. I’m glad you told me.” His voice is soft, eyes still on you.
“How about you? How did you become an artist?”
“Not art school, but you probably guessed that.” Bucky fidgets. “It’s kind of a long story.”
“Hey, I showed you mine,” you nudge him, smiling in a way that you hope is as supportive as the way he’s been looking at you.
Bucky holds your gaze for a long moment before looking down at his feet and taking a deep breath. “Steve. He was my best friend since we were little, as long as I can remember, and he was always really into art. He wanted to go to art school, but his family didn’t have the money so he signed up to join the army. I was worried about him - he was the kind of guy who’d go into a fight whether he could win it or not if he thought it was the right thing to do - so I signed up too. When we were deployed it went alright for a while, then we got caught in an attack. Both got head injuries, and I caught an armful of shrapnel.” Bucky’s tattoo-covered left arm twitches at the mention. “I was captured.”
You swallow a gasp, but Bucky doesn’t linger on that part of his story.
“When I eventually got back, the doctors were able to help me recover my memories. But Steve’s never fully returned, not properly. He could remember the facts, but it was like the emotions weren’t there; our whole history was next to meaningless to him. He met a woman at the army base, and when he was discharged, he moved to the UK to be with her. They’re married now.
“Then an army friend, Sam - well, he was more Steve’s friend than mine back then - he suggested art therapy, to help me deal with it all. Then when he saw my stuff he suggested I get into it properly. Said it’d give me purpose, and be a way to honour Steve, and what we lost.”
Bucky takes a deep breath, and finally turns to you with a shaky smile. “And I guess now I’m an artist.”
You breathe out his name. You don’t know what to say. You’d assumed he’d had an unorthodox path to the art world, but you hadn’t thought it would be like this.
“It’s a lot, I’m sorry.” He frowns, looking down again.
“Don’t be sorry,” you reach over and turn his face back towards you with a careful hand on his chin, “I asked you to tell me. And it’s a lot, but it’s not too much. I’m so sorry you went through that.”
“You too,” he whispers.
“My story’s not really comparable,” you chuckle, absentmindedly stroking the soft beard along his jaw. “But we’re both here now.”
Bucky’s eyes darken and his arm snakes around you, pulling you into him. Your eyes drop to his mouth, your other hand lifting to wrap around his arm, your legs tangling together. The blankets fall from you both as you lean in, lips gently brushing against each other, inhaling one another, savouring this lingering before, until you close that last gap and press into him in a perfect kiss. It’s gentle at first, careful and delicate, and you separate for an instant, each searching the others eyes for any regret and finding only encouragement. Bucky’s lips claim yours, the soft brush of his kiss turning into something deeper, nipping teeth and, when you open up to him, sinuous tongues.
One of your hands sinks into his thick hair, the other skating up his chest before you wrap it around his neck, needing to be closer. You’re encircled in Bucky’s strong arms, holding you to him so firmly you’re almost lifted up, and you go with it, straddling him and gasping into his mouth as you explore each other - before misjudging the size of the rock you’re both on and half-falling off him.
Your frustrated huff at gravity breaking the kiss makes Bucky laugh, and you join in as he picks you up, seating you back down.
“Didn’t you want to take some photos?” He asks with a cheeky grin.
“Oh, shit, yeah.” You scramble off him, digging in your bag for your camera. He’s still watching you, still smiling when you straighten up.
“At least we were far enough away from your time-lapse set up that you didn’t land on it.” He teases. “Almost like you planned this.”
“Shut up,” you joke back, finally turning your attention to the sky. “You weren’t exactly keeping an eye out for scorpions and snakes.”
“I’m always aware.”
You laugh as you take your photos, not caring if your chuckling pushes the photos out of perfect alignment. You can always come back the next night.
After taking the pictures, you sit back down next to Bucky. “I guess we should probably turn in,” you admit reluctantly, aware that it’s long past the middle of the night.
“Seems a shame to leave this view.” Bucky observes. “How about we skip the tent and sleep under the stars?”
“Is that safe?” You ask him. “Since you’re my official protector and all.”
“It’s safe.” He tells you, smiling wickedly. “We’ll just have to make sure we stay alert. And probably best to zip our sleeping bags together. You know, for warmth.”
You keep each other awake for the rest of the night, only intermittently admiring the arch of the milky way painted across the night above you. You’re still lazily entwined together, the first fingers of dawn staining the sky when your alarm goes off, and Bucky grumbles, pulling you back as you try to extricate yourself from him and the sleeping bags.
“I have to stop the time-lapse,” you tell him with a sleepy laugh and he reluctantly lets you go. Crouching next to your camera, you turn with a smile once you’ve shut it off, only to see Bucky’s own camera in his hand as he snaps a photo of you.
You groan, well aware of your mussed hair and rumpled clothes. “That’s going to be a terrible photo! I’m a mess.”
“No,” Bucky’s smile is genuine, “you’re perfect.”
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You park up back at the retreat just as the breakfast service is starting. Wanda spies you from the courtyard and waves you over. “Did it all go well? You got everything you wanted?”
“Yes,” you tell her, unable to stop smiling, “and more.”
Bucky smirks. “Yes, there was a lot of nature and - beauty and - wonder to appreciate out there.”
Hearing him chuckle at your side, you dig an elbow into his ribs, not wanting to be too obvious.
But your efforts are unnecessary as Wanda looks between the two of you, a knowing smile spreading across her face. “I’m glad. And it’s great that you two seem to have bonded, I had a feeling you’d get on.”
“Bonded?” Agatha’s voice rings out from the dining room. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
You gape at her, heat rushing to your face as practically the entire resort turns towards you and Bucky.
“Good for you!” Rio calls out, toasting you with her coffee cup. “There’s something so primal about sex out in the wilderness, everyone should try it.”
“You owe me twenty bucks, little falconer,” Agatha tells Joaquin as he sits down, grinning at you and Bucky.
“Hey, I never took that bet!”
You groan, wondering if Bucky knew the other residents had been gossiping about you both, but when you look at him he’s staring at you with such open adoration you have to laugh, burying your face in his shirt in only half-mock embarrassment.
“Don’t be shy about it.” Rio insists over Agatha and Joaquin’s bickering. “It’s practically a rite of passage here, Wanda’s always matchmaking. I mean, not everyone’s bold enough to do it out in the desert, but-”
“I’ve never hooked up with another resident.” Joaquin interrupts to point out.
“Did I say it had to be a resident?” Rio challenges.
“Yes, what was the name of that cute little kitchen boy we saw come out of his room yesterday morning?” Agatha wonders aloud.
“Bob.” Vision supplies, arriving to place a fresh tray of fruit on the table, his remark turning Joaquin the same colour as the watermelon.
As the dining room dissolves into raucous laughter and overlapping conversation, you stifle a yawn and Bucky pulls you aside.
“Do you want to have breakfast here?” He asks, “Or do you want to get some sleep and then I’ll make you pancakes?”
“Definitely the second one,” you tell him, pretty sure there are visible hearts in your eyes at his suggestion.
“Good.” He slings an arm around you and leads you away from the noise. “Now, last question - your room or mine?”
“Use protection!” Agatha shouts after you.
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Heyyy how are you doing?? How are you feeling??? I hope good :3 yu need love too
*Kisses hugs 👽👅*
And I just gonna leave this here for you to squeeze 👽
You're so sweet, thank you for the little Sneep.💚I'm honestly not doing good but I'll put it under there so TW everyone, sickness, old age, family and death of a parent. I will share some difficult stuff so please, take care of yourselves and scroll away if you need.
My dad is not doing good. And I mean he's not going to get better. He's 82 and they found cancer in his head and his health is dwindling rapidly. I had to fly back home last week to see him and support my mom through everything. Every day has been so packed with bad news or stuff to deal with that I feel like I've been there almost a month already.
We also found out he had other health issues he kept from us for years. As of now he still recognises us but yeah, the person he was is pretty much gone. A month ago he wasn't doing good (we saw some things were wrong) but he still had autonomy. Now he can't even eat by himself, make a sentence or even understand what's happening to him. Right now the idea is to make him as comfortable as possible, which isn't easy since he's very confused. A week ago they tried a treatment that was helping him and we saw him Sunday and he was doing pretty good! Two days later it's a catastrophe. He has no balance anymore and is hurting himself when he falls so, yeah, yesterday when we went to see him it was extremely rough.
He recognises me when I smile at him and smiles back. So I keep smiling and try not to tear up. But he's mostly gone. I just want him to stop being scared. Fortunately he doesn't realise much anything anymore it seems...
But yeah, no idea how this is gonna go, we're pretty much living from day to day.
Also money is tight and working right now is quite the struggle. I have barely energy to process everything that's happening and staying afloat.
On good notes, my mom and I are strong and pushing through this together. Also I was super anxious about my cat being all alone at home (except from my neighbor feeding him and a friend coming by from time to time) and my drummer 🥁 (yes I'm dating a drummer) is going to take care of him starting next week. I have a good support system even though most of them are far away. My best friend is in Switzerland tho and I see her on Friday, it's going to be nice. But yeah, my drummer and my cat are far away and I really need a hug.
So yeah, things are rough.
But I'm thankful to this sweet community.
Thank you. 💕
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